Dan Wilson licked his dry lips as he watched his sister-in-law walk across the parking lot toward him. Today she wore loose clothes that hid the soft roundness of her large titties and well-shaped ass, but he knew she had a fantastic body because he'd seen her once in a bikini.
But it was not just her body that turned him on so much. His wife Marie had a fantastic body and Marie was willing to wear the tight, sexy outfits that made his blood boil.
But there was something else about Cherrie, something about the way she held her haughty head, something about the proud looks she gave men that really got him turned on. He wanted very much to fuck Cherrie but he doubted it would ever happen. He doubted that Cherrie had ever fucked.
"Hello, Dan," Cherrie said. "I'm sorry if I'm putting you to any trouble."
"No trouble," Dan said.
He was lying. He had been out on the job when Marie had called him. A construction job he was already three days behind on. Rain and problems with the equipment had caused him more troubles that he'd ever had on a job.
But he'd been willing to stop when Marie told him that Cherrie was in some kind of trouble and wanted to stay with them a few days. After all, anything can happen in a few days. Perhaps his charm might even win Cherrie into his bed. He doubted it but he kept wishing.
He took her bag and walked around to open the door of the car for her. She slipped in and he caught a quick glimpse of white thigh before she pulled her short skirt down again. He smiled to himself as he walked back around the car.
"Yes sir," he said softly. "Anything can happen in a few days."
Cherrie had seen the quick k ok of lust in Dan's eyes but she wasn't thinking about that. Cherrie was afraid. More afraid than she'd ever been in her life. She hadn't told Marie anything about the trouble she was in. Marie would have been sympathetic but Cherrie wasn't in need of sympathy. She was in need of someone powerful enough to handle Harry King.
Cherrie had been a virgin until she had met Harry King.
She had been working as a secretary in one of Harry King's offices. She didn't know very much about Harry except that he was very rich and very good-looking.
He had passed by her a few times without speaking until one afternoon he stopped by her desk.
"Do you like working here?" he asked.
It was a stupid question. Of course Cherrie liked working there. It was a good job. It paid well and the work wasn't hard. She wondered what he meant.
"Yes sir," she answered him. "I like working here very much."
"Then in the future wear something shorter and sexier," he commanded. "I like for the girls out here to wear something that helps the clients make up their minds."
She felt a hot redness rush to her face and she was about to respond with an angry-reply when she k caught a warning look from her boss.
Harry said nothing else to her. He went into the inner offices. Her boss, a tall, thin man in his early forties, came over to her desk.
"Cherrie," her, boss said. "Try not to get so angry at him."
"Did you hear what he said?" Cherrie asked.
"I heard," her boss said. "I also know that there are no jobs in this town if you make him mad."
"You mean I should do what he says?" Cherrie said'.
"You don't have to look vulgar," her boss said. "Just wear your blouses a little tighter and your dresses a little shorter. It wouldn't hurt anything, would it?"
She was determined to quit, but an evening at home cooled her down. After all, it was a good job and good jobs were not that easy to find. Harry wasn't really asking for such a bad thing. It would help business.
She got herself some tighter blouses and shorter dresses and she started wearing them to the office. She didn't really look vulgar but she did have to be careful how she sat at her desk. A few times she caught men trying to look up her skirt or down her blouse. She just shrugged it off as being part of her new look.
Then Harry King asked her to go out with him.
Only he didn't really ask. He stopped by her desk one day and fixed her with a cold stare.
"Tonight at seven," he said. "I'm taking you out to eat!"
She wasn't about to say anything. A lump caught in her throat. Harry went into the inner offices and left her sitting there with a puzzled expression on her face.
"You're a lucky one," one of the other girls said. "When Harry King asks you out, you've got it made."
"I don't want it made," Cherrie said. "And besides, he didn't ask me out. He commanded me."
"So what?" the girl shrugged. "You go out with him and give him a good time. He'll thank you for it."
Cherrie shuddered. She did consider him good-looking but there was something about his abrasive attitude that she didn't like. She didn't like to be ordered around as if she were a piece of meat for the butcher cart.
"Why didn't I turn him down?" Cherrie asked herself softly.
She didn't know the answer to that. She didn't have any strength of will at all when Harry was around.
She got ready for her date that night by dressing in an outfit that was the least sexy she owned. A loose-fitting dress and blouse that she knew he wouldn't approve of.
It was her attempt at rebellion and it didn't work.
Harry rang her doorbell at exactly seven and he sighed loudly when he saw her. He pushed past her into her room and went directly to her bedroom.
She followed close on his heels.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You can't just barge into a woman's apartment."
"Shut up," he said.
He hunted through her closet until he found a long evening gown that suited him. It was her lowest cut gown and it was also almost skin tight. She had only worn it twice.
"Put that on," he said.
"I'll not do it," she said.
His hard eyes cut into her. She suddenly felt weak-kneed and she knew she would have to do everything this man commanded her to do.
"All right," she shrugged.
"I'll be waiting outside."
She quickly skimmed out of her clothes and slipped into the evening gown. She studied herself in the mirror. Her large tits were almost falling out of the gown. The outline of her panties was plainly visible.
"That's better," he said as she walked out of her bedroom. "Now you're properly dressed."
She felt almost naked as his hot eyes swept over her body. His eyes lingered at her breasts and his tongue licked at his lips.
He was obvious about his attraction to her. He didn't get shy as most men would have done. He made no attempt to hide the bulge that was growing in his trousers.
"Let's go," he said. "I have reservations."
They sat together in the back of a limousine as the driver took them to one of the most expensive places in town. The meal was fantastic. She had never eaten better food. And all about her were famous people who stopped to speak to Harry. The food and the atmosphere, plus the large quantity of good wine that she drank combined to make her a little high.
She was giggling as she walked out of the place on Harry's arm.
"Oh Harry," she said as he helped her into the back seat of the limousine. "I've had the greatest time."
"And the night's just beginning," Harry said.
A momentary frown crossed her face. She wondered what he meant by that. But then the wine took control again and she started feeling good. Nothing could spoil her night.
Harry got into the limousine from other side. He had taken off his tie and loosened his collar. Now he took off his shoes and leaned back in the seat.
"Ahhhh," he said. "They have the finest food anywhere in that little place."
"I loved it," Cherrie laughed.
"Would you like to show me how much you loved it?" Harry questioned.
"Show you?" Cherrie asked. "How?"
"A kiss would start nicely."
Cherrie looked into the good-looking face and she felt something tingle in the back of her head but she couldn't stop herself. He was tugging at her shoulder and she went half into his lap. His lips bruised against hers.
Harry could kiss better than any man who had ever kissed her. His lips seemed to be two distinct firebrands that burned into her. She was out of breath when he pushed her away.
"You have a lot to learn," he said. "But you're going to learn."
"What do you mean?" Cherrie asked.
Harry didn't answer her. Instead he pulled her against him and his lips were on hers once more. She was barely aware that his hand had gone behind her back. She felt the tug of the ribbon that held her top together.
She tried to get out of his arms but he was so strong and he quickly peeled off the top of her gown. His hand crept in between them and grasped her titty.
"Nice," he said as his fingers massaged her flesh. "I like a large titty on a woman."
"Stop that," she gasped. "Stop that."
But he wouldn't stop and Carrie was feeling things she had never felt before. Not only could Harry kiss well but he could also touch a woman so that she would feel hot and quivering all over.
This wasn't the way she had imagined things.
She had read all the romantic novels and she had fashioned a picture of what it would be like to lose her virginity. It would be with her husband on the wedding night and she would be dressed in a white nightgown, and he would be so gentle, so loving.
She shouldn't get turned on by the strong hands of a man she didn't like very much. She shouldn't but she was. She was turning into a quivering mass of jelly.
He pushed her back a little and his tongue started making hot little circles on her throat. He went lower to the curve of her titty and it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Hot little tingles of excitement were exploding within her each time his tongue touched her flesh.
"Oh please," she said weakly. "Please stop. Don't do that any more."
Maybe guns or knives would have stopped him but never the begging of her voice. He went lower and his mouth captured one of her large pink nipples in his teeth. She shivered. Her nipples were already hard and now her titties were swelling up with lust.
"Oh God," she moaned. "You've got to stop."
His mouth only opened wider and drew more of her hot flesh inside. She had never believed that a man could make her feel this way. Her skin was on fire. There was a wet feeling between her legs.
She realized suddenly that the driver could see everything that was going on. The thought shamed her and gave her a new strength.
"No," she said firmly. "You have to stop."
This time she was able to push him away and she tried to pull up the front of her gown. But Harry was too far gone. He reached for her arm and his strong fingers closed on her flesh.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Right here and now. So quit your goddamn fighting."
She tried to bite him and he swung a cruel blow that felt as if it were taking the top of her head off. She felt dizzy and sick as she fell back against the side of the door. Harry very methodically started stripping her naked.
He stripped off her gown and then her panties and she was completely naked before his eyes. She could see him licking his lips and grinning but the blow had left her too weak to move.
She gasped as he started unzipping his trousers. She had never seen a man's cock. She had felt a couple of them. Sometimes a boy wouldn't allow her to leave unless she had done something for him and she had been convinced to just touch a few of the boys she had dated.
But she had never seen a cock!
He took her hand and pressed it into his trousers. She felt the hot staff and it made her hand tingle.
"Take it out," he said. "Take it out. You know you're going to love it!"
She closed her eyes as she tugged his hot and throbbing rod from his trousers. She didn't want to look at him. He made her.
"Open your eyes goddamn it," he said. "Open them or I'll hit you again!"
She opened her eyes and stared at the throbbing shaft with the little drop of cum on the end. She was frightened by it but she was also drawn to it. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away.
She thought that it was a beautiful thing. It shocked her that she could think something beautiful that was about to tear into her insides, but she couldn't lie to herself. It did look beautiful and strong.
"Feel it, baby," he said. "Feel it."
She started running her fingers up and down the length of his cock and he groaned loudly. She cupped his heavy balls.
"Goddamn," he said. "Goddamn, I've got to fuck you. I've got to have your ass!"
Now she was afraid as he pressed down on her. Her back was beginning to hurt as her skin was pressed against the door handle. He pried apart her thighs with his strong fingers and then she felt the head of his cock against her virginal cunt.
"You're going to love it," he said. "You're going to fucking love it."
His strong hands went underneath her and cupped her soft asscheeks. His finger probed at her anus as he started pressing his huge staff into her cunt.
"No," she begged him. "No, that hurts. Oh stop!"
She drew in her breath as he gave a vicious slam and sent his thick shaft completely into her tight cunt, breaking through her hymen and causing her a flash of pain.
"You bastard," she said. "You filthy, fucking bastard!"
"Just relax, baby," he said. "I'm in there now. The bad part's over. Just relax and enjoy it."
"You pervert," she said. "You filthy-"
He stopped her from talking by pressing his hot lips against hers again. This time his tongue, like a hot poker, slipped between her lips. She tried to turn her head away but his tongue found and fondled hers.
He started moving gently, almost rocking back and forth as his cock stretched her cunt. He seemed to be in no hurry now that his cock was inside of her.
He kept pushing his thumb into her anus and rubbing her soft asscheeks with his fingers. Harry was experienced at what he was doing. In just a few minutes he had her squirming against him again.
"Getting hotter?" he asked.
"You're a bastard," she repeated.
He only laughed because her true feelings were being betrayed by the way her hips were moving. He had known that Cherrie would be a hot one. She had that proud look of a chick who had never been properly dicked, but look out once they had their first taste of pleasure.
Cherrie was turning out much as he'd expected. He could feel the tightness of his balls and he knew he was going to have to hurry. He continued to squeeze her asscheeks and he bent his head so that his tongue could lick at her nipples.
Cherrie went out of her mind. She had never known such feelings of pleasure. Her entire body seemed on fire.
Now he was fucking her faster, his strong hips driving his tremendous shaft deeper and deeper into her hot cunt. She was still calling him bastard but it was with a moan each time he drove his shaft into her.
He was near boiling. He felt his hot balls get tight and he knew he was about to deliver a hot load of cum into her hungry cunt.
"Jesus," he said. "Ahhhhhh, Jesus, I'm comingggggg!"
She felt his hot prick jump and empty out the load of cum into her with hard spurts. She took him into her cunt hungrily, almost raising her legs so that she would get it all. At the same time she felt her own pleasure become greater and then her hips started bucking and she was flooding his prick with her own hot juices of release.
"Oh," she moaned loudly. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
It was good for her. He knew it was good for tier. He was grinning as he got off her.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry King taught her everything he knew about sex. He taught her to do things, like sucking his cock, until she had become expert at it. He taught her how to take a cock in her ass. He taught her everything that she had once thought disgusting and he taught her a few things she had never heard of.
Then the trouble started.
She was in love with Harry. She convinced herself of that. She could already picture Harry marrying her and taking her to a place in the country where they would live happily ever after. It was a good dream until Harry burst it.
It began at a party that Harry gave for a few clients and friends. He had warned her that night to wear something really sexy and she'd chosen an outfit Harry had bought her. It was a pretty thing that consisted of a wisp of a skirt and a satin blouse that opened halfway down the front and showed off plenty of her beautiful titties.
She had gotten over her shyness about showing herself off. She knew that Harry liked to show off what he had and she considered herself Harry's.
The party was one of Harry's better ones. Everyone was there. Politicians and policeman and teachers, and anyone who had a name in the town.
Harry called her over when she came to the front door. He was standing with a tall, dark-haired man that she recognized as being something with the Mayor's office.
"This is William Todd," he said. "Say hello to him, Cherrie."
"Hello, Mr. Todd," she said.
She didn't like him. His hair was greasy-looking and he wore a dirty beard. She didn't like men with beards. He was also too skinny for her taste and his skin was pale. He probably never got exercise.
Most of all she didn't like his eyes. They were hard and dirty and they went over her as if he were mentally undressing her.
"See that Mr. Todd has a nice time at the party, Cherrie," Harry commanded her.
Cherrie sighed. If it was what Harry wanted, she would see to it that William Todd wanted for nothing. She would keep a drink in his hand and conversation in his ear the entire party. But she wouldn't like it.
"William is going to do something nice for King Enterprises," Harry said. "A little scratching of backs is called for."
Both men laughed and Cherrie knew that Harry had another of his somewhat shady deals going. Shady deals were a part about Harry's life that Cherrie didn't like. She was determined that she would get him to stop that sort of thing once they were married.
Harry wandered off and she was left alone with William Todd.
"Mr. Todd," Cherrie said. "Aren't you with the office of the Mayor?"
"I'm assistant to the Mayor," he said. "I handle a lot of the money matters."
"I see," Cherrie said. "Would you like a drink or something?"
"Or something?" he questioned.
"Would you like a drink?"
"No thank you," he said. "Is there someplace we can go for some fresh air?"
"The patio," Cherrie said.
It was dark on the patio. She could hear the music from the party. She shivered and William put his arm around her. She shrugged his arm away.
"None of that," she chided. "Harry wouldn't like it."
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"On the contrary," he said. "Harry gave you to me for the evening."
She was stunned into silence. Harry gave her to him. What did he mean by that? Surely he couldn't mean what it sounded like. Surely Harry couldn't have done anything like that.
His arm went around her again and his hand dropped to cup her tit through the soft satin blouse. She pushed his hand away and slapped his face.
"Get away from me," she said. "Don't you ever touch me again."
"What is this?" William asked. "Harry said you'd be willing to do anything."
"You lying bastard," she said. "You filthy pervert. Wait until I tell Harry. He'll break your head."
She was mad as hell as she went looking for Harry. She found him talking to some other businessmen in the middle of the room.
"Harry," she said.
"I'm busy," he said.
"Harry, I've got to talk to you."
Harry shrugged. He excused himself to the other men and allowed her to lead him off. There was a thin smile on his face as she angrily turned to him.
"Well?" he asked. "What is it? And what have you done with William?"
"You don't know what he did," Cherrie said. "He put his hand on me!"
She thought that he would immediately get angry. She had some hope of seeing him challenge William to a duel or something like that. Whatever men did when their girlfriends were dishonored. Instead Harry never quit smiling.
"So?" Harry questioned.
For the second time that night she was shocked into silence. She looked at Harry as if she were seeing him for the first time and she realized that she had just been kidding herself. Harry could never love her. Harry could never love anyone but himself.
"Maybe you don't understand," she said.
"I do understand," Harry said. "I understand that I told you to make sure William had a good time. You should know that I meant anything he wanted."
She slapped Harry's face. She couldn't help it. Harry quit smiling. She realized that everyone was now looking at them. She felt a blush come to her face.
"You bitch," Harry said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Get the fuck out of my home!"
She looked around at the faces that barely held back the grins and she realized that everyone had been waiting for this to happen. She knew now that she was just another conquest of Harry's. Just another photograph to add to his bedroom wall.
She hurried into the back bedroom and got her coat. She wanted to be out of that house as quickly as she could. She didn't want to spend another moment under sick Harry's roof. She asked herself how she could have ever been in love with a man like that.
"You're stupid," Harry said.
She jumped as she realized he had followed her into the bedroom. She picked her coat off the bed and started to put it on.
"Don't bother," he said. "You're not leaving yet."
"You told me to get out," she said angrily.
"I know," he said. "But you're not leaving yet. William asked me for a favor. You see, he was very turned on by you. He doesn't want anyone else and I promised him a piece of pussy to cement our deal."
"You're not serious," she said.
But she could see that he was very serious. The old hardness was back in his eyes. She could see people crowding the hallway behind him. One of them was William.
"I'm going home," Cherrie said.
"Not yet," Harry said. "You're not going home yet. You have a price to pay for all the good times you've been having lately. Now you can pay it the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is on that bed with your pretty legs spread. I'd hate to tell you what the hard way is."
She was frightened and confused and feeling sick at her stomach. She didn't know what to do. She knew she couldn't fight her way past the people in the doorway and there was no other way out of the bedroom.
"Please, Harry," she said. "Haven't I been good to you? Please don't do this to me."
"Strip it off," Harry commanded. "Get your ass on that bed."
"No," she said
"Then we're going to take it off for you," Harry said. "And maybe a few of the other fellows will get excited by that time. Now what's it going to be, Cherrie?"
Cherrie had no choice. Slowly she put her coat back down and she unbuttoned the bottom buttons of her blouse. She pulled the satin blouse off and dropped it to the floor. Her proud titties were revealed to the hungry eyes of the people in the doorway.
"God," someone said. "William's a lucky bastard."
"Don't you know it," a woman said. "I'd like to chomp down on those myself."
Cherrie stripped off her wispy skirt and then her panties. Nobody said anything else. There was a lot of heavy breathing. Harry came closer to her and fondled her titties until both her nipples were hard.
"Now you're ready for William," he said. "Get on the bed and spread your sweet legs. Give the folks a real look at your hot pussy!"
Cherrie stretched out on the many coats and sweaters and shawls on the bed. She closed her eyes as she spread her legs. She heard the gasps as people looked into her pink quivering pussy lips.
"Hot damn," a man said.
"Come on, William," Harry said. "Jump on that stuff. Show us how a man fucks."
A woman giggled.
"Harry," William said. "Does everyone have to watch? I mean...."
"Jump on it, goddamn it," Harry said. "Before I change my mind."
" Cherrie opened her eyes to see William nod. He stepped into the room and started to undress. He did have a sickening body, all skin and bones. His prick was small but it was hard.
"Get on that stuff," a woman said.
Harry pushed William forward until he fell onto the bed onto Cherrie. Cherrie felt his small prick pushing at the place between her thighs.
"Get him in, Cherrie," Harry told her. "Fuck him like I taught you. Make him happy!"
Cherrie reached behind him and grasped his buttocks. He gasped as she pulled and his hard prick popped easily into her cunt.
"That's it," Harry said. "Fuck her, William! Fuck her hot pussy!"
Cherrie started moving her hips as William caught onto a rhythm of fucking that he liked. He was driving his small prick deep into her with short, hot strokes.
Cherrie was already determined that she wasn't going to like it, that she was sick because he was fucking her. She certainly wasn't going to get carried away by his little prick.
But he had only been on her for seconds before she felt little tingles of excitement. Jesus, Cherrie moaned to herself. This wasn't fair. She was not turned on at all by William's ugly body.
Then why in the hell was she responding to him?
"That's it!" Harry was shouting. "I told you she was a hot bitch, William! I told you!"
She was crying out loud in her anger but she couldn't help the way her body was betraying her. She wanted his cock. She wanted every Small inch of William's delicious cock. She wanted him to fill her cunt. He almost wasn't enough. She had to lift her heels and press them against his buttocks to get him deep enough.
"Fuck me!" she cried out loud.
She hadn't meant to say it. The need had torn it from her throat. But then the dam broke and the waters of pleasure went through her body.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Put that cock deep in me! Fuck me hard!"
William was fucking her as hard as he could. He sweated and his breath came in slow gasps. He could feel his balls aching to be released. He had never had such good pussy. Never had he fucked a woman who was enjoying it as much as Cherrie.
"Oh God!" Cherrie cried. "Your hot prick is killing me! I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh fuck, I can't help itttttttt!"
He felt her jerk underneath him and he knew she was having her climax. He had never had a woman who climaxed before. It got him more excited than he had ever been. He clutched at her hot ass and. squeezed it as hard as he could.
Right now he felt as if he were her God. He could make her do anything he wanted. He was controlling her with his hard pole. He was the one who was making her squirm and quiver. Him!
He couldn't control himself any longer. He exploded into her hot cunt with spurt after spurt of his cum. He loved it. He had never come so much before.
Everyone else loved it too. He got off her with the sounds of clapping and cheering ringing in his ears. It made no difference to him that poor Cherrie blushed with shame. He had gotten what he wanted from her. Now she didn't matter.
CHAPTER THREE
Cherrie had never been so shamed!
She had always considered herself a good girl. She didn't think so any more. She had revealed her base nature to the people in the doorway because she had been so carried away by the fucking.
Now she didn't know what to think of herself. She had dressed hurriedly and went back to her apartment. She cried for a long time before she decided that she would not be able to face her friends at work. She would leave town and never see Harry again.
She was surprised when the doorbell rang and Harry himself stood there.
He brushed past her without being asked in.
"Get out of my place," she told him.
"Now don't be angry, Cherrie," he said. "I've come to offer you a position."
"A position?" she questioned.
"Sure," he said.
"What kind of position?"
"A well-paying one," he said. "I think you deserve it."
She was ready to claw his face to pieces but she started thinking about herself. A good job could help her to make enough money to be independent. So that something like this could never happen again.
"What would I have to do?"
"Now you're talking sense," he said. "Can I have a drink? I could use something."
"Go ahead," she said.
He made himself a bourbon and coke and sipped at it. He sat down in her most comfortable chair and crossed his legs.
"I want you to have a very important place with the company," he said. "I want you to be proud of what you do."
She saw herself as a woman executive.. She couldn't help the look that came to her eyes. She could already see herself counting money. Maybe Harry wasn't such a bad guy. Maybe he could make up for the humiliation he had put her through. She remembered the laughing faces of the crowd in the hall. If she was put in charge there would be some people who would pay for their laughs.
"Executive secretary," he said.
The title sounded good. She sat down in the chair across from him.
"What would I have to do?" she asked. "I mean, what would my duties be?"
"Your duties!" he laughed. "Why, I should think that would be obvious. Your duties would be to make the clients happy. As happy as you made William tonight."
It took her a moment before she understood. She didn't allow herself to blush this time. Instead her eyes narrowed and she stood up.
"You bastard," she said. "Get out of my apartment. I don't want to see you again. Ever!"
"You're making a mistake," he said.
"I made a mistake when I let you touch me."
He didn't move. He finished his drink and a smile came to his lips.
"There's no way out for you," he said. "You belong to me. You're mine. You'll do what I say."
"I don't belong to anyone," she said. "Especially you. Now get out of my place."
He put his glass down and stood up. He walked to the door. The smile had not left his face.
"You'll do as I say," he said.
He left. She was trembling with fury. She wanted to hit him, to scratch his eyes out. She settled for throwing his glass against the wall.
He was a dirty bastard and she would scratch his eyes the next time he came near her. She could find a new job in town. She would find new friends. She would forget about Harry. She would try to live a different kind of life and perhaps she would even get married.
She closed her thighs together and felt her body tingle. There was no doubt of that. She would have to get married, or she would have to have a boyfriend. She knew she would never again be able to go for long without a stiff, hot cock in her pussy.
The phone rang. She thought it might be Harry calling. She picked the phone up ready to cuss Harry out but it wasn't Harry. Her boss's voice came over the line.
"Cherrie," her boss said. "Has Harry visited you yet?"
"He just left," Cherrie answered.
"He asked you to whore for him?" her boss asked.
"Yes," Cherrie admitted.
"I was afraid of that," her boss said. "Look, Cherrie, I'm taking a chance calling you but I have to. I can't allow this to happen again."
"What do you mean?" Cherrie asked.
"The last girl was nearly beaten to death before he agreed to do what Harry wanted. Right now he's probably got somebody on his way up to your room. Get out of there, Cherrie. Go somewhere where he can't find you or you'll end up doing what he says."
"You've got to be crazy," Cherrie said. "He couldn't do anything like that and get away with it. I'd tell the police."
"Damn it, he owns the police," her boss said. "Take my advice. Get out of there. Don't stop to pack."
The phone went dead. Cherrie had the sudden cold feeling that her boss knew what he was talking about. Perhaps Harry would send men around to threaten her, or to beat her up. And Harry probably did own the police.
She knew that she had to get out of that apartment and get out quickly.
She packed one suitcase and got out the door and into the elevator before ten minutes had passed. She stopped to call Marie from the phone in the lobby of her building. From the phone she saw the two big men who entered the building. She recognized one of them as a friend of Harry's.
She watched them get on the elevator and she knew where they were going. She had not been a moment too soon. She slammed the phone down without reaching Marie. She hurried outside. She took a taxi to the bus terminal. She phoned Marie again at the first stop the bus made. Marie said she would be glad to help.
Only when the bus reached the outskirts of Marie's town did Cherrie allow herself a breath of relief. She hoped that Harry would not follow her. She hoped he would give up. She had a feeling he wouldn't.
* * *
Dan felt his balls ache as he stared at his sister-in-law. She was just so damned good-looking. So proud-looking. He wondered if she would cry out loud when his cock entered her, if his cock entered her.
"Damn," Dan said.
"Is something wrong?" Cherrie asked.
Dan hadn't realized he'd spoken out loud. He turned a little red and muttered some sort of lame apology. He shifted in his seat hoping that Cherrie would not notice the hard bulge in his trousers.
Cherrie had noticed and she had the feeling that she knew what was bothering Dan. She had never noticed how good-looking Dan was before. He had the wide shoulders and bulging arms of a man who worked hard. He also had a deep tan caused from his hours in the sun.
She wondered what his cock was like.
She knew she shouldn't be wondering such things about her sister's husband. There were plenty of good-looking men around and she didn't have to lust after her sister's. But Dan was a good-looking man and he probably knew how to use his cock.
She shivered a little at the thought.
It was obvious that he was interested in her. The bulge in his trousers had been growing ever since she had gotten into the car.
She wondered if Marie was giving him enough.
She was glad that she had changed clothes before she left. There was no telling what the wisp of a skirt and the satin blouse would have done to him.
He might have raped her before he got her home.
The thought excited her. She wondered what it would be like being raped by a man like Dan. She almost wished that she had worn the skimpy skirt and blouse.
She had to quit thinking like this. Here she was running for her life and she was thinking about sex with her sister's husband. What was the matter with her? Did she have overly hot panties or something?
Marie was waiting outside the house when Dan drove into the yard. Cherrie felt good .seeing her sister again. She realized that they had both changed in the past few years. They had never really looked like sisters. Cherrie had red hair and Marie's hair was black. Marie was a little thinner.
But Marie had seemed to change even more in the past few years. Marie had that look of confidence of a woman well loved. Charlie gave' Dan a sly glance. She was sure now that he did know how to use his cock.
"Cherrie," Marie said. "I've missed you. You're looking really good."
"Thank you," Cherrie said as she got out of the car. "So are you."
Marie was hugging her and she hugged back. Cherrie realized that she really had missed her sister. All the little talks they'd had when they were growing up.
"Oh Marie," Cherrie said.
Marie seemed to sense the fear in Cherrie's voice and she gave Cherrie a brief smile.
"Come on in," Marie said. "I'll show you your room. Dan, will bring your luggage."
Marie led Cherrie into the small frame house. Cherrie's room was the last one at the top of the stairs.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Marie asked. "No," Cherrie said. "Not yet. Maybe later."
"Well you rest a while," Marie said. "Supper will be ready in an hour or so."
Marie left the room and Cherrie stretched out on the bed. She closed her eyes for a little while until she became aware that there was someone standing at the foot of her bed.
She opened her eyes and saw Dan. He put her suitcase down on the floor but his eyes never left the smooth expanse of thigh revealed by Cherrie's short skirt. Cherrie didn't bother to pull her dress down.
Suddenly she needed a man very badly and Dan was the closest. She' loved Marie but that made no difference. She needed a man.
"Do you like what you see?" Cherrie asked.
"Yes," he said. "I like."
"Would you like to see more?" Cherrie asked. "Why don't you shut the door?"
Dan kicked the door shut with his heel. Cherrie smiled as she stretched and drew her skirt up to her panties. She could sense Dan's impatient need.
Dan stared at the yellow panties revealed by Cherrie. He could see the red pubic hairs slipping out of the edges. He felt a stirring in his groin as he stared at this luscious piece of woman that was before him.
He thought of his wife downstairs. Pretty little Marie who loved him and who would do anything he wanted, but God, he needed this woman. His prick was practically bursting his trousers.
"God," he said. "I've got to fuck you!"
"I won't stop you," Cherrie said.
He dropped down on the bed beside her and he put his hand on one of her full titties. He massaged the nipple with his thumb and felt it grow.
"God," he said. "You're a hot little piece."
"Yes," she moaned softly. "And I need your cock. I need it bad."
He kissed her. His lips were demanding and she opened her mouth to admit his hot tongue. He fondled her tongue with his own and he started driving his tongue into her mouth like he was driving a cock into her.
She moaned as his hands undressed her. He knew what he was doing. He got her blouse off quickly and reached behind her to undo her bra. Her full titties came out of the bra, bursting ripely into his hot hands.
"God," he said. "God!"
He slipped his fingers underneath her skirt, pulled at it until he had it opened and then he was sliding it down her long, beautiful legs.
He couldn't help feeling her legs as he pulled the skirt off. He bent his head and kissed her flesh. He captured a nipple as one hot hand probed between her thighs.
"You're making me hot, Dan," Cherrie moaned. "Keep doing it to me. You're making me hot!"
He wanted to make her hot. He wanted to make her squirm in his fingers. He pulled at her panties and she lifted her hips to help him. He peeled them down her thighs and then she was completely naked in his arms.
He explored her. He explored her with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. He tasted every inch of her sweet, tender flesh. In a few minutes she was quivering and begging him to get undressed.
He drew back and Cherrie watched him with excited eyes. She had known he would look good undressed but she was not ready for the beautiful hunk of man. He had a hairy chest that turned her on.
"Your cock," she said. "Let me see your cock." He smiled at her as he peeled his shorts down his legs. His huge cock sprang out at her. She reached for it and touched his cock with trembling fingers. "Beautiful," she said. "God, you're beautiful." He laughed loudly, the laugh of a man who had made women happy before with his good cock. He had gotten women excited before but he had never realized that Cherrie would be so hot. She was . going crazy for it.
She was tugging him toward her red lips and he allowed her to close her lips over his staff. He had a big cock and Cherrie could barely get her lips over his knob. She relaxed and opened her mouth wider. She wanted to taste him deeply. She wanted to feel his cock-head pressing the back of her throat.
"Ummmmm," she moaned. "Ummmmmm."
"Oh God, baby," he said. "Take me into your mouth. Take the whole damn thing!"
Cherrie tried. She sucked on his cock-head until she could take no more. She had him pressing against the back of her throat but she still had not taken his entire cock. Dan could stand it no longer. He grasped her by the sides of her head and plunged his cock deeply into her mouth.
Cherrie choked and tried to pull away but he wouldn't allow her to escape. His cock was deeper in her throat than she had ever taken any man. Tears came to her eyes. She thought she was going to die from not being able to breathe.
But he released her.
"I've got to fuck you, Cherrie," he said. "I've got to put my cock in your cunt!"
This was what she wanted also. She remembered that her sister could walk in any moment but she couldn't control the need that went through her. She wanted his cock. She wanted to feel his stiffness entering her, plunging hard into her wet cunt. God, how her cunt ached for him!
"Yes," she said. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
She gasped and arched her back as he gave a vicious thrust and buried his thick cock deep in her juicy cunt. He remained still for a moment, allowing her cunt to stretch to fit his cock. She wanted none of that.
"Fuck me!" she begged him loudly. "Don't worry about me! Just fuck me like a man!"
He withdrew until he was almost out of her and then he plunged his huge prick back into her cunt again. She gasped as she felt the top of his cock rubbing against her clit. He repeated the deep stroke and had her gasping.
"That's it," she moaned. "That's the way. Slap it to me. Give it to me hard. Harder!"
Cherrie had gone wild and her obvious desire was increasing his need. The tightness of her cunt was more than he had wished for. He leaned back and looked at his cock disappearing into her red-fringed cunt. The sight turned him on even more.
"Oh, baby," Cherrie moaned. "Your cock is filling me up. It's making me so hot! Oh fuck, baby!"
Cherrie had never been so filled by a man's cock. He was tearing her up. He was taking her to places she had never been before. She was getting wilder as her hungry cunt sucked at his huge cock.
He wanted to get deeper and he jerked his huge cock from her dripping cunt. He pulled at her legs until she realized what he wanted. Cherrie lifted her legs until they were almost touching her shoulders.
He leaned his weight against her and plunged his cock back into her moist cavern. She gasped as his long pole slipped into her. Now he was really deep. She thought his cock was never going to stop. It was going to fill her entire body. Finally he quit shoving and she felt the entire length of his cock up her cunt.
"How does that feel, baby?" he asked her.
"Fantastic," she admitted. "Oh God, that feels fantastic! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
He pounded her sweet cunt without mercy until she began to sob. Tears were running down her face. She knew this was going to be the best orgasm she'd ever had.
Her entire body trembled as he kept shoving his cock into her. She had never felt as weak as she did when the orgasm finished but she still wanted Dan to have a good time.
She whispered into his ear. "Ahhhhhh, Dan, that's nice. Come in me now. Put your hot cum in my cunt. Fill me up, baby, fill me up!"
Her words excited him and he went crazy. He started fucking her in short fast strokes and it made Cherrie aware that he was starting to come.
"Give it to me, Dan," she moaned. "Fill me up with loads of your hot cum!"
He screamed as his hot load entered her cunt. She kept grinding herself against him until the last spurt of his cock.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "That was fine. That was fantastic."
CHAPTER FOUR
In the days that followed both Cherrie and Dan felt a little guilty about what had happened. Cherrie found herself turning her eyes away every time Dan looked at her, and poor Dan would blush every time Cherrie looked his way. Maybe they wouldn't have felt so guilty if it hadn't been for sweet Marie. But Marie had always been the sweetest and most understanding of wives for Dan, and she'd always been the best of sisters for Cherrie.
Finally Cherrie got to the point where she couldn't stand looking at her sister any more. She had too much guilt in her. She knew she couldn't stay another day in her sister's house. She kept remembering how she'd taken her sister's husband on her first day after Marie had tried to help her.
It was just too much for Cherrie.
She told Marie she was leaving. Marie was shocked but she came upstairs to help Cherrie pack her bags.
"I want to have a talk with you first," Marie said.
"There's nothing to talk about," Cherrie said.
Marie closed the door to Cherrie's bedroom firmly and locked it.
"Why are you leaving, Cherrie?" Marie asked.
"No particular reason," Cherrie said.," I've just got to move."
"But you must have some reason," Marie insisted. "I thought you were in trouble."
"I've got to stand up on my own," Cherrie said.
"Are you going back to your job?" Marie asked.
"No," Cherrie admitted. "I can't ever go back there. Not ever."
"Then you're leaving because of something that happened here," Marie said.
"Of course not," Cherrie said. "What could have happened here?"
"Are you ashamed because you fucked my husband?" Marie asked.
For a moment Cherrie looked at her sister in stunned silence. Then her legs gave way and she fell back on the bed. She couldn't believe she had heard innocent Marie talking like this. She wanted to deny it. She wanted to argue with her sister but the look in Marie's eyes left no room for doubt. "But how did you know?" Cherrie asked.
"Oh hell," Marie shrugged. "I've been married to Dan for ten years. He's a good man but he isn't always faithful and I know when he's been unfaithful because he turns sweeter than sweet. Since you were acting the same way I kind of put two and two together. I was a little shocked at first. Not because you fucked him but because you fucked him so quickly. How did you manage it so quickly?"'
"We did it the first day," Cherrie said.
"The first day!" Marie laughed. "My God, that's fabulous! The first day!"
"I'm so sorry, Marie," Cherrie said.
Everything combined to make Cherrie suddenly burst into tears and Marie sat down beside her. Marie put her soft, strong arms around her sister.
"There's nothing to be sorry for," Marie insisted.
"But he's your husband," Cherrie said. "You have to forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive you for," Marie said. "I'm glad."
"You're glad?" Cherrie questioned, still sobbing.
"Of course I am," Marie said. "It lets me know you like Dan. I've never thought you did."
"But Marie," Cherrie protested. "I'm so ashamed."
"I tell you that there's no reason for you, to feel guilty," Marie said. "It happened and I'm glad it happened so there's no use at all for you to be guilty about it." happened so there's no use at all for you to be guilty about it."
Cherrie was still crying and Marie got her some kleenex.
"Here," Marie said. "Now blow your nose. You'll feel better in a few minutes. You know, I haven't always been faithful to Dan."
"You haven't?"
This time Cherrie really did look shocked. It was hard to accept that Marie could understand Dan fucking another woman, but that Marie could have had another man was almost impossible to believe.
"I can't believe that," Cherrie said.
"Come on now, sis," Marie said. "We're all grown up now. I'm not the same person. Of course, I've had others."
"Goodness," Cherrie said. "I just don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," Marie said. "Just unpack your bag and give your sister a little kiss."
Cherrie turned her lips up to her sister's, expecting a sisterly kiss. But instead Marie's lips burned down on her own and Marie's tongue probed. When Marie released her Cherrie was out of breath.
"Marie," Cherrie said.
She couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Have you ever made love to another woman?" Marie asked.
Cherrie shook her head numbly. Things were getting more and more shocking. She couldn't believe that it was her sister asking if she'd ever made love to another woman.
"it's fun," Marie said. "You'll like it."
"I don't think so," Cherrie said.
Marie was already pressing her lips against Cherrie's again and her tongue was once more probing Cherrie's mouth. Cherrie found herself being pressed down on the bed. Cherrie turned her mouth away.
"No, Marie," she said.
"I can't stop," Marie said. "I've always thought how much I wanted you. I can't stop!"
Cherrie felt a hand at her titties and she realized that it was Marie's hand first tugging at her blouse and then slipping underneath her skirt. Cherrie was panic-stricken. She didn't know what to do.
"Marie," Cherrie asked. "This isn't right. Two women shouldn't do this."
"Was it right for you to fuck my husband?" Marie asked.
Cherrie realized that what Marie said was true. Fucking Marie's husband hadn't been right, and Cherrie hadn't protested much about that. In fact, she had been quick to grab at Dan's cock. But to do it with another woman, especially a sister, really did seem wrong.
She put her hands to her sister's shoulders and tried to push her away, but Marie was stronger than she realized. Marie had already unbuttoned the buttons of Cherrie's blouse. She ogled the fantastic titties encased in the black bra.
"You're beautiful," Marie said. "I always knew you had a good pair but you really are beautiful."
As always when someone spoke softly and complimented Cherrie she seemed to lose all will to resist. At the same time she felt the hot tingles between her legs that told her she was getting somewhat excited by the prospect of making love to her sister.
She couldn't resist the impulse any longer and she placed her hand flatly against one of her sister's curving titties. Her sister's flesh felt hot even through the blouse and bra. Cherrie jerked her hand away as she felt her sister's nipple start to become hard.
"Don't stop, Cherrie," Marie begged. "I've wanted you to touch me for so long. Please don't stop."
Cherrie couldn't refuse and she once again placed her hand against one of Marie's hot titties. Again she felt the hard nipple under her hand. Marie started moaning and rubbing herself against Cherrie's hand.
Marie's hand was back under Cherrie's skirt again, probing and grasping for Cherrie's hot panties. Cherrie felt the hot tingles again as one of her sister's fingers pressed against her pussy lips. "Oh Jesus, Marie," Cherrie moaned.
And then Marie's lips were back at hers again and Marie's hot tongue probed in her mouth. Marie's grasping hands went to Cherrie's back and found the catchy on Cherrie's bra. The bra came away and Marie ogled the twin peaks freed from their confinement.
"I've got to kiss them, Cherrie," Marie begged. "I want to kiss them."
"Oh yes," Cherrie moaned. "Kiss them. Suck them. Do what you want!"
Marie pushed her long black hair out of the way and then bent her head. Her hot red tongue licked at one of Cherrie's nipples. Cherrie moaned. She felt waves of excitement pass over her.
"Oh God, Marie," she said. "Oh God!"
Marie licked at Cherrie's nipple until it was hard and her titty was swollen with lust and then she moved to the other nipple and did the same with it. She had Cherrie moaning loudly in just a few moments.
She moved back to the first nipple and opened her mouth wide. She sucked in as much of Cherrie's creamy flesh as she could draw into her hot mouth. Cherrie's skin tingled. She groaned as she felt her hot flesh being devoured in Marie's mouth. Cherrie arched her back and tried to push even more of her flesh at Marie.
"Suck them, Marie," Cherrie begged. "Suck them hard. Bite them a little."
Cherrie trembled as she felt Marie's teeth bite into her flesh. Marie didn't bite hard. Tiny little nips that sent electric shudders through Cherrie. Cherrie was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel her cunt dripping with juice.
She pushed her hands under Marie's bra and caressed the soft flesh of Marie's titties. Marie moaned.
"OH YES!" Marie cried. "That's it, Cherrie! Feel me! Feel my titties!"
Cherrie hardly realized what she was doing. She didn't think about them being two women any more. All she could think of was the hot need of her body. She wanted her sister's body naked so that she could taste the aroused flesh.
She put her arms around her sister. She brought her fingers up to fumble with the bra snaps. She got them undone and Marie raised up so that she could pull the bra from her soft shoulders.
Marie's titties were freed and Cherrie pulled her dose to her again so that her heavy titties were flattened against her stomach.
Cherrie hungered for Marie's mouth again and she pulled her up. Their titties were now rubbing together as Cherrie's hot lips mashed down on Marie's. This time it was Cherrie's tongue that pushed into Marie's mouth and fondled Marie's tongue.
She tugged on the long black hair and then her hands went down Marie's back to caress the softness of Marie's full asscheeks. Marie trembled as Cherrie's fingers caressed her and Cherrie knew that her caressing fingers aroused deep fires in her sister.
Marie was wearing tight jeans but it was no problem to get them unbuttoned and slip them down Marie's long legs. Marie kicked them off as Cherrie's fingers once more went to her ass. Cherrie slipped her fingers underneath Marie's panties and stroked the hot flesh.
Marie nearly went out of her mind. She moaned loudly and started rubbing her titties against Cherrie. Marie was like a man in her hunger. Cherrie realized that her sister would have already been fucking her had Marie been a man.
"Oh Jesus, Marie," Cherrie moaned. "What are we going to do? I'm so hot but I don't know what to do."
"I'll show you, baby," Marie moaned. "I'll show you what to do. Let's get naked all the way!"
Both of them pulled apart and quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes. Cherrie was surprised to see how well kept Marie was. Cherrie had expected ten years of marriage to show, but Marie still looked as if she were seventeen. Her titties were firm and proud, without sag, her stomach was flat and the dark bush between her legs was enough to make any man, or woman, desire her.
"You're still beautiful," Cherrie whispered.
"So are you," Marie said. "So beautiful that you almost look delicious. I could eat you!"
"Well why not?" Cherrie asked.
Cherrie was feeling hot and she giggled as she pulled her sister back to the bed. Both girls kissed and fondled until they could feel the desire once more grow in their bodies. Cherrie's cunt became a raging fire that she knew could only be put out by the touch of her sister's tongue.
"Eat me," Cherrie begged her sister. "Eat my cunt."
"I thought you didn't know what to do," Marie teased her sister.
"I know what will feel good," Cherrie said. "And I know that your hot tongue will feel good."
"Are you sure?" Marie asked.
-Cherrie could see the teasing expression on Marie's face and she pushed at Marie's head. Marie was slowly going down on her.
"Yes I'm sure," Cherrie moaned. "I want you to eat me. I want you to eat me bad.'"
Then Marie went down on her sister and her hot tongue was licking at Cherrie's thighs. Cherrie shivered as Marie licked at her. She had never felt the need that was now going through her.. She wanted her sister's tongue in her cunt and she wanted it now!
Slowly Marie's tongue drew closer to the crevice between Cherrie's legs. Her tongue licked at the pussy juice that was on Cherrie's pubic hair. Cherrie opened her legs wider and she tugged at Marie's head with her hands.
"I've got to have your tongue in me," Cherrie begged. "Eat me, Marie. Please eat me!"
Her voice was trembling but her begging did nothing to hurry Marie up. Cherrie felt her sister's tongue flicking at her pink pussy lips, licking at the wet juices there. The hot tongue touching her flesh made Cherrie even hotter.
Again she begged Marie to hurry but Marie wouldn't hurry. Marie had made love to another woman before. She knew, from experience, that it was more fun to take things slow and easy. She wanted Cherrie's first time to be exciting, to be an experience that Cherrie would never forget.
Marie licked and sucked at the pink folds of flesh, loving with her tongue and lips the way she had been taught. Her experience was working because Cherrie seemed to be going out of her mind.
Cherrie's ass was bucking at each soft touch of Marie's tongue. Her nerves were tingling. It seemed like every inch of her body was on fire. She kept begging Marie to give her release from the hot fires that threatened to burn her up.
Marie was still not to be hurried. Marie licked the entire outside of Cherrie's pussy before she went on. She got every bit of Cherrie's hot juices.
Then she parted the pink folds of Cherrie's pussy flesh with her fingers and she flicked at the inside of Cherrie's cunt with just the tip of her tongue.
"Oh Marie," Cherrie moaned. "What are you doing to me? Oh what are you doing?"
"I'm just making you feel good, baby," Marie said.
"Oh yes you are!" Cherrie screamed. "But you're burning me up with your tongue. You're killing me with your hot tongue in my cunt."
"I want to kill you with it," Marie said. "I want you to die from my tongue."
"Oh God," Cherrie moaned. "Oh dear God!" Now Marie pressed her face hard against the moistness of Cherrie's pussy. Marie's tongue went lovingly inside, causing Cherrie to shiver.
Marie slowly began licking up the hot juices on the inside of Cherrie's cunt. Marie seemed to know just how far to go to keep Cherrie from getting too excited. She would lick until Cherrie threatened to explode and then she would withdraw her tongue. It was driving Cherrie crazy.
"Help me, Marie," Cherrie pleaded with her sister. "Help me! I'm so hot!"
Marie now sent her tongue deep into Cherrie's cunt. It was so sudden that Cherrie screamed and tried to shut her legs together.
But Marie kept pushing her tongue in and out of Cherrie's cunt like a cock. Waves of pleasure went over Cherrie. She was ready to climax. She didn't think there was anything that Marie could do to make her feel better.
Marie searched with her tongue until she found the hard knob of Cherrie's clit. She carefully sucked it between her lips and began to suck on it. Cherrie screamed again at the hot desire that went through her.
"Oh Jesus!" Cherrie screamed. "That's fine! That feels so good! Oh God, it's good!"
Marie began to nibble lightly on Cherrie's clit. Marie loved doing this. It didn't matter if it was a man's cock or a woman's clit that gave her the sense of power. She just loved to have someone under her like this. She could feel the trembling that each touch of her lips caused. She could taste Cherrie's hot juices.
She ran her fingers lightly up Cherrie's body until she was clutching once again the swollen flesh of Cherrie's titties. Cherrie groaned as Marie's fingers began to work her titty-flesh, slowly rubbing the nipples.
"Jesus," Cherrie moaned. "Jesus!"
It was almost too much for Cherrie. She screamed loud enough for the next-door neighbors to hear. She didn't care. She didn't give a damn who heard. All she cared about was that it was making her feel so good.
Marie's tongue left Cherrie's pussy and went down until she touched it to Cherrie's tiny asshole. She -rimmed Cherrie for a moment and then she moved her tongue back to Cherrie's pussy.
Marie felt the need in Cherrie's body and she knew the girl was getting near her climax. Marie didn't want to have Cherrie come yet. She raised herself up and slipped back up Cherrie's body. Cherrie's protest was cut off as Marie kissed her softly.
She stretched out on top of Cherrie so that her black pubic hairs were pressed against Cherrie's red bush. She began to grind her cunt against Cherrie's.
"What are you doing?" Cherrie asked.
"I'm going to make you feel good," Marie explained.
Cherrie didn't know how until she felt the spasm of pleasure rock her body. Another spasm hit her as she started grinding her cunt right back against Marie's.
It was nice!
It would have been wonderful to have a cock slamming into her but Marie was making her feel good. She raised up a little and kissed Marie's lips. She didn't close her eyes. She liked to look into Marie's lustful gaze.
"Oh that's nice," Cherrie moaned.
''Would you like to have my husband's cock right now?" Marie questioned.
"Yes," Cherrie admitted. Talking to Marie was keeping her hot. "I'd like Dan's cock."
"You'd like his big cock inside of your hot cunt, wouldn't you?" Marie asked.
"Yes," Cherrie said. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Would you suck his cock?" Marie asked.
"Yes," Cherrie said.
"Would you keep sucking him till he came?" Marie asked. "Would you swallow his cum?"
"Yes," Cherrie said. "I'd swallow every drop! God yes, I'd suck him! I'd love to suck his cock! Oh God yes!"
Marie had made Cherrie so hot with her words that Cherrie's cunt was dripping more juice than ever. She knew she was coming and she knew Marie was coming. Marie had also excited herself with her words.
"OH GOD!" Cherrie cried.
She would have kept screaming but Marie pressed her lips against hers.
They came together, moaning and thrashing about on the bed. Their pussies were both flooded with hot juice. Cherrie knew she had found a new way to do it. A way she liked! It wouldn't take the place of a good, hard cock, but it was nice!
CHAPTER FIVE
Cherrie put the finishing touches to her table and stepped back to look at it with satisfaction. She was surprised at herself. She had never considered herself a housewife type. That was more in Marie's line.
But there had been an emergency that afternoon and Marie had been forced to leave Cherrie to get Dan's supper. Cherrie had wanted to do a good job.
She had tried her best to fix a good supper and to set the table nicely. Her well-planned meal had been burnt and she'd had to settle for chili instead.
At least the table looked nice.
She was disappointed to find that Dan had brought a friend home with him. She had rather liked the idea of being alone in the house with Dan.
But he wasn't alone when he walked up the sidewalk and entered the house. His friend was a lot younger, with curling blond hair. He looked like Dan in the way he was built, with the same massive shoulders and the same bulging muscles.
It made Cherrie a little weak just to look at him.
"Where's Marie?" Dan asked.
"She had an emergency," Cherrie said. "Something about a sick baby. I'm afraid I'm your cook this evening."
"Is it all right if Jack stays?" Dan asked. "His wife is out of town."
"Of course," Cherrie said.
Jack and Dan seemed to enjoy supper. Jack especially seemed to enjoy the way that Cherrie moved around the room. At least his eyes followed her every step. She knew she looked sexy. She had chosen her outfit of short skirt and blouse without bra just for Dan. Jack appreciated it.
"Are you married, Cherrie?" Jack asked.
"No," Cherrie admitted.
"Engaged," he questioned.
"No," Cherrie said. "And not even thinking about it. I don't have a boyfriend."
"I don't see why not," Jack said. "A girl as pretty as you. I'd grab you in a minute if I wasn't married."
"You'd better watch-him, Cherrie," Dan warned. "He might grab you even if he is married."
"Maybe she wouldn't mind," Jack said.
"I don't know if I would or not," Cherrie said. "You'd just have to grab and find out."
They all laughed at the joke she'd made but Cherrie wasn't sure she was joking. She might enjoy having a man like Jack grab for her.
"Let's have a drink," Dan said.
"I think I'd like one too," Cherrie said.
She followed the two men into the living room and let Dan make her a drink. She sat down next to Jack and let her short skirt slip farther up her thigh. She knew one tanned thigh was revealed to Jack's nervous eyes as she crossed her legs.
"Well what do you do, Jack?" Cherrie asked.
"I work with Dan," Jack said. "I hope to have my own business some day."
"Then I'll be sorry to lose him," Dan said as he brought them their drinks. "There's not a better foreman around."
"So you're the foreman," Cherrie said.
She crossed her legs again and felt his hot glance touch her bare flesh. She shivered. If his eyes were so hot then his cock must have been burning.
She let her glance fall between his legs. There was a bulge there already. His prick was growing at the show she was putting on.
Dan crossed the room and turned on some music.
"Why don't you two dance?" Dan said. "I understand that Jack is a fine dancer and Marie tells me that you're a dance-lover, Cherrie."
"I am," Cherrie admitted.
"What kind of dances do you do?" Jack asked.
"Oh," she shrugged. "Any kind."
"Well I'm kind of tired," he said. "How about a slow one?"
He didn't look tired and Cherrie had the feeling that the only reason he wanted to dance slow was to get close to her. She was right. She agreed to the dance and stood up and he pulled her tighter to him than he should have.
"Ummmm," Cherrie said. "You're very strong."
"And you feel good," he said.
Actually Jack wasn't a very good dancer but perhaps he was too excited to dance well. All he could manage was a few movements that kept his hard cock against her.
She didn't mind. His rubbing cock was causing her to become excited.
His strong hands went around her waist and one hand dropped almost to her ass. With each step his hand dropped closer and closer to the warmth of her cheeks.
"You're a very sexy dancer," he said.
"So are you," she said. "Does your wife dance this sexy?"
"My wife doesn't like to dance," he said.
"That's a shame," she said. "With a man as strong as you, dancing is fun."
This time his hand dropped all the way and he was cupping one of her firm asscheeks. She gave him a look that said she didn't mind and his hand began to caress her.
"Do you dance this way with all the girls?" Cherrie asked.
"Only the ones who look like you," Jack said. "Hell," Dan said. "I'm getting turned on watching you play with that beautiful ass."
They both laughed and pulled apart. Jack went back and sat down on the couch. Cherrie went to join him and Dan put up one hand.
"Hey, Cherrie," he said. "How about a little striptease for us?"
Cherrie realized that both men were looking at her with lust in their eyes and she also realized that Dan had already told Jack about what had happened between them.
"Why, you two planned this," she said.
Jack turned a little red and he turned his head away but Dan looked her straight in the face.
"We sure did, honey," he said.
Cherrie was too excited to get angry at them.
She was glad they had planned it. Already she could feel the hot hunger between her legs. Two cocks. Two strong, young men to make her feel good.
She smiled at them and began to sway slowly to the music. She hiked her skirt up a little so they could get a full view of her lohg, curvy legs.
"Damn," Jack said. "She's a fine-looking woman. Almost as fine a looking woman as I've ever seen."
"Almost?" Cherrie questioned.
"Well there's also Marie," Jack said.
"Now you shut up about Marie," Dan said.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked. "You afraid she might get interested in another man?"
"She might," Dan said. "If we could find another man around here."
They were laughing and Cherrie wanted them to get their minds back on her again. She wanted to get them so excited that rape would be on their minds. Except that she had no intention of making them have to rape her.
She wanted anything they wanted.
She turned her back on them and began to wiggle her ass at them. She smiled as she heard them gasp for breath. She knew she had a nice-looking ass, firm and luscious-looking and she made men get hard when she wiggled it.
She turned back around again and ran her hands through her long red hair.
"See anything you like, gentlemen?" she asked.
"God," Jack breathed. "I see everything I like."
She started to undo the buttons of her blouse while she danced to the music. Their eyes were popping out as she revealed her huge titties.
"God," Jack said. "God."
She wore a bra that both pushed up and revealed her luscious titties. She knew that wearing clothes that just barely concealed her turned men on more than had she been naked. But she wanted to be naked. Her clothes were itching her. She wanted to be completely naked before the two men.
Jack had the same idea.
"God," he said. "Take it off, baby. Take it off so we can see it."
She continued to dance as she slowly stripped out of her clothes. She was so hot. She felt their eyes burning her as she peeled down to her panties.
"God, she's beautiful," , Jack said. "She's everything you said she was, Dan."
"And more," Dan said.
She was down to her panties and she turned so that the two men could see all of her charms. Then she walked to Jack and she sank down to her knees between his legs.
"Let's see what you have," Cherrie said. "I bet it's all cramped in your trousers."
"Oh God yes," Jack said.
She fumbled with his zipper until she had it pulled down. Then she reached inside and searched for his prick. His hard rod was bunched in his shorts. She searched for the hole in his shorts and found it. Her fingers went inside to grasp his hot, meaty flesh.
"Shit," he moaned. "Shit, take it out, baby. That feels nice."
She tugged his hard cock through his shorts. He sprang out larger than she had imagined he would be. His huge crown was already topped with a pearl of white.
"Oh baby," he moaned.
She was aware that Dan was getting undressed as she opened her mouth and took Jack's hard rod between her lips. He had a good, masculine taste. She flicked at his tiny hole with her tongue.
"Christ," he moaned. "Oh Jesus!"
Eagerly Jack took hold of Cherrie's hair and pulled her face closer to his crotch. She heard Jack gasp as her mouth went down on his rod all the way to his balls. She was choking on his big prick but she didn't care. He tasted so good.
"Jesus," Jack said. "She's a cock-eater. Oh God, I can feel my cock getting into her throat."
Jack was getting carried away. She was no longer eating him. He was grabbing her head and viciously pumping his rod in and out of her mouth. His balls slapped her chin.
"Shit," he groaned. "Oh shit, this is good. This is the best!"
"Let her go," Dan said. "Let her go right now. I want to get her in a fuck sandwich."
Jack reluctantly released her and she pulled her mouth from his thick cock. Dan was on the floor and he was pulling her down beside him. He was naked and his hard cock brushed against her thighs as he pulled at her panties.
She raised her hips and allowed him to pull her panties completely off.
She dropped her hand and laced her Angers around his hot, throbbing staff. She slowly jerked him off until she felt something sticky against her Angers. His Arst pearly drops had touched her hands.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby," he said. "I'm going to put my cock in you."
"Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me hard."
He pulled her against him tightly and made her put one leg over him so his cock could reach her cunt easily. Slowly he began to force his big knob into her tight cunt.
"Oh that feels good," he moaned. "So goddamned good! I love to fuck your cunt!"
"I love for you to fuck it," she said. "I love to have your stiff rod inside me."
She was enjoying it more this time because she didn't have the guilt feelings that she'd had before. She-knew it wouldn't matter if Marie walked in on them now. In fact, Marie might just pull off her clothes and join them!
"Now on the other side," Dan gasped. "You get her in the ass, Jack!"
Cherrie had never had it with two men before but she knew she was going to enjoy it. Jack knelt behind her and he parted her asscheeks.
"You're going to love this, baby," he said.
"Oh yes!" she cried. "I know it! I know I'm going to love it!"
Jack pushed one finger into her ass and began to move it around.
"I want you hot for me," he said.
"I'm hot already," she moaned. "I'm already hot for you."
He laughed as he continued to massage her. He stretched out behind her with his cock pressed against her.
"You got me wet," he said. "So it ought to go in easy. Get ready for my cock up your ass, baby." Cherrie was ready. She was getting hotter from the rapid hard fucking that Dan was giving her. She loved the way his thick cock seemed to fill her cunt. She also loved the way his hard chest pressed her titties flat. Her nipples poked against his, sending more spasms of pleasure through her.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck my ass, Jack!"
He pushed his hard cock against her tiny hole and shoved. Slowly his blood-filled pole enlarged the entrance to her ass. His cock went partly into her and she pressed back against him. Another hard stroke from Dan caused her to shiver.
"Oh God," she moaned. "It feels good. I do feel like a sandwich. A fucking sandwich!"
His huge cock stretched her rectum as he went slowly inside her. She felt her asshole sucking at his rigid prick.
"Put it in!" she cried. "Drive it right up into me! I want to feel it inside me! Fuck me hard!"
Jack rotated his hips and gave a vicious stroke that plunged his cock all the way into her tight ass. His balls slapped loudly against her.
"Ummmm, Goddd," Cherrie moaned.
Now that he was inside, Cherrie began to move against him.
He tried to match his rhythm with Dan's as he fucked her ass in slow, deep strokes. It was a wonderful sensation for Cherrie to be impaled on two pricks.
"God," Jack groaned. "I can feel your cock, Dan. I can feel it on every stroke."
"Yeah," Dan agreed. "I can feel yours too!"
Cherrie was almost out of her mind as the delicious cocks stroked her fires. She was climbing the heights of pleasure higher than she had ever gone before. She asked herself why she had never tried this before. Her answer was that she had never wanted to do it before. Perhaps she had never met the right men.
Jack and Dan were definitely the right men.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged them. "Fuck me really hard! I want to feel good!"
"Do you want to feel fucked like a whore?" Jack asked.
Cherrie knew she should have been shocked by the question but she suddenly knew that that was exactly how she wanted to feel. Like a whore. Two men using her as roughly as they could seemed very exciting.
"Yes," she moaned. "That's how I want to feel."
"Tell us," Dan insisted. "Use the words. Tell me how you want to feel."
"I want to feel fucked like a slut," Cherrie moaned. "I want you to treat me rough. Fuck me hard like a whore!"
She had said the words and she was glad she had, for the two men began to batter at her cunt and ass with no mercy. They kept up the same rhythm and she had never before felt so good, so filled with cock.
"God," she moaned. "Give it to me. That's right. That's the way. Give it to me hard!"
"Oh Jesus," Jack groaned. "I think I'm going to come. Oh Jesus, I can't wait! I can't wait! Oh Jesus!"
She felt his hot load squirt into her ass and a moment later Dan groaned and his cock spurted into her wet pussy. She was only seconds behind them. She screamed loudly as the pleasure went over her.
"I love it!" she yelled. "I love it! Oh Jesus, how I love itttttt!"
It was finer than she could have imagined. She only wished that Marie had been there to share it with her. It would have been perfect with Marie there!
CHAPTER SIX
"Why do you wish to come to work for us?" Jim Peters asked. "Isn't your brother in the same kind of business? He could give you a job."
"Dan is my brother-in-law," Cherrie said. "And I don't want a job from him. I like to make my own way."
"I see," Jim said.
Jim Peters was a large man who may have once been good-looking but good living had fattened him. He was still interested in sex because Cherrie had recognized the hot looks he had been giving her from the moment she'd walked into the room.
She had purposely worn a sexy outfit for this interview. Her skirt was just short enough and she'd worn a sweater without a bra.
Outside the tiny office Cherrie could hear the hammering of construction workers. It was a hot day and she could see shirtless men moving about through one of the air-conditioned office's windows.
"I see," Jim said again. "You mean that Dan sent you here to look for work. Why did you leave your last position?"
"For personal reasons," Cherrie said. "It had nothing to do with my work."
"And you know all secretarial procedures?" he asked.
"I can do anything," Cherrie said.
She crossed her legs and his hot eyes caressed her bare knee. He turned her on for some reason. It wasn't his looks, but something about the atmosphere. It was almost like something out of a dirty book. The poor young girl coming to the fat old landowner for money and he agreeing to take it out in trade.
"Well I will give your application some consideration," Jim Peters said. "But you understand that this is a small business and there have been other applications before yours."
"I understand that," Cherrie said. "But there are some things I can do better, than anyone you're interviewed."
"Is that right?" Jim asked. "Such as?"
"Well...." Cherrie shrugged her shoulders. "I bet I give the best blowjob you've ever had."
It amused her to see the expression on his face. His mouth dropped open and his eyes bugged out. He didn't believe what he had heard. This only happened in books. It couldn't be happening to him. He had been in this business for twenty years and nothing like this had ever happened.
"Excuse me," he said weakly.
His hands were trembling. He had turned completely white. He looked at the picture of his plump wife on the desk. He looked quickly away. There was guilt on his face.
"I don't think I heard you right," he said.
"You heard me," she said.
"Then I don't understand what you mean," he said.
"Don't you understand what a blowjob is?" Cherrie asked. "That's when I put my mouth over your cock and suck you dry. Haven't you ever had a blowjob before?"
"Yes," he said. "That is, I..
"Well," Cherrie said impatiently. "Do you want me to do it or not?"
He stood up and walked to one of his office windows. He pulled the curtain closed. He walked to the next and slowly drew that curtain closed.
"I've never had anything like this happen to me," he said. "Never."
"It's time you did," Cherrie said.
"Maybe you don't understand," he said, turning to Cherrie. "This is just a small office. We couldn't pay very much. It's not that good a job."
"I know that," Cherrie said.
"Then why would you be willing to do this for a simple job?" he said. "You could do better."
"I know that, too," Cherrie said. "But this is the one I want."
"Okay," he said softly. "You've got the job." Cherrie smiled. She stood up and straightened her skirt.
"Sit down," she said. "Right here."
Again she almost laughed aloud at his pained expression. He looked as if he were going to be executed rather than get the best head he had ever had.
Cherrie was enjoying herself immensely.
She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall down to her feet. He swallowed as he saw her yellow panties that were so flimsy her red pubic hair was visible. "You like?" Cherrie asked.
"Yes," he said, and swallowed nervously.
"Well I'm going to show you even more."
She stripped the sweater over her head and allowed him to ogle her naked titties. He swallowed again and little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Sit down," Cherrie said again.
He sat down heavily in the chair. Cherrie kneeled between his knees and spread his fat legs open wider. She reached for his zipper.
"Have you ever been blown before?" she asked. "Tell me the truth."
"No," he admitted honestly. "My wife thinks it's dirty."
"Dirty?" Cherrie echoed.
Damn, but some women were silly. Dirty? What could be dirty about sucking a man's cock? Feeling the stiffness in your throat, drinking down the thick cum. What could be dirty about that?
"I'm really going to show you a good time," Cherrie said. "You're never had it like you're about to have it."
"Oh God," he said.
She got him unzipped and she reached inside for his fat cock. He was still limp. It was probably because of his fear and nervous apprehension about what was going on. Well, Cherrie knew how to remedy that. She kissed the tip of his cock and was rewarded by his soft groan.
"There," she said. "I knew you'd grow. Momma's going to make you feel good."
He groaned again as she opened his trousers and reached for his balls. She hefted his heavy sac in her fingers. He had a load.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Hasn't your wife been getting any of this?"
"Not lately," he admitted.
"Well I don't mind," Cherrie said. "That means there's more for me."
She got his trousers completely unbuckled and his shorts out of the way. He had a very large, thick staff that made her pussy tingle. She had not expected him to have such a large weapon.
"Beautiful," she said. "I like your cock. You really have a fine one."
"Thank you," he said.
It sounded so silly when he said it, as if he were thanking her for a compliment on his necktie. She opened her mouth and captured just the top of his cock between her lips. He began to grow hard.
"Ummm," she said, releasing him. "You taste good. Now I'm going to make your staff grow. Would you like that?"
"Yes," he moaned. "God yes."
She was able to take all of his limp cock into her mouth. He stayed limp only a moment longer, and then his desire won out over his nervousness. His cock grew hard and trembling in her wet mouth.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, what a mouth you have. I love it. Jesus, I love it!"
She released his cock with a loud pop. He protested loudly but he quickly shut up as she started running her hot tongue up and down the length of his shaft.
She ran her tongue down to his balls and sucked each of his large nuts into her mouth. He tasted salty but she liked the taste.
He groaned as she sucked and teased his heavy balls with her lips and tongue.
"God," he moaned. "God!"
She could feel the excitement growing in him and she knew he wasn't going to be able to last for long. She ran her tongue back up his throbbing dick and pushed her tongue out at the tiny hole in the end.
She tasted a few drops of his cum. He had the most manly taste she had ever experienced. She opened her lips again and this time she pushed her mouth down on his shaft all the way to his balls.
"Jesus Christ!" Jim Peters cried. "Oh Jesus Christ!"
He grasped her by both sides of her head, taking handfuls of her rich red hair, and started slamming his thick cock into her face.
Cherrie didn't mind. She kind of liked the feeling of being fucked in the mouth.
"Goddamn," he said. "I don't believe I can wait! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
He pulled her head away and she looked at him in surprise.
"I'm coming," he explained.
"I don't mind," she said. "Not at all."
She lowered her head again quickly and caught the first spurt of his thick cum against her lips. Quickly she opened her lips wider and took the length of his cock in again. She felt his sperm spurting against the back of her throat and she started swallowing.
"Oh shit," he said. "Oh fucking Jesussssssss!"
She kept swallowing his cum and sucking for more until he was drained completely dry. She had been right about his having a big load. He probably hadn't emptied it in his wife for a very long time.
She got up and brushed her knees off. He looked completely exhausted. He was still pale-faced but now it was from his exertion.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well what?" he asked.
"Do I get the job?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her blankly. Then he seemed to remember that the entire thing was because she wanted a job.
"Of course," he said. "God, yes!"
"Then I report Monday?" she said.
"Yes," he agreed. "Monday."
She reached down and patted him on the cheek.
"You won't be sorry," she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She was laughing by the time she got out of his office. He had worn such a stupid expression. He probably would think that all that happened was some kind of dream until she showed up Monday morning.
She knew she was going to enjoy working there. She could see plenty of good-looking men working around the office. Men with bulging muscles. It certainly was going to be a fun job.
Cherrie was aware that her panties were hot. Sucking the boss off had excited her and now she needed a cock to fill her hungry pussy. She had the thought that maybe she was turning into some kind of nympho because it seemed that the more she had the worse she wanted it.
She pushed that thought out of her mind. So what if she was turning into a nympho? At least she was enjoying life and Harry King would have no idea where she was. Cherrie felt that Harry had probably given up on her by now. At least she hoped so.
She stopped to phone Marie. She wanted to tell her sister that she'd gotten the job. There was no answer. Perhaps Marie was out on another of her emergencies. It seemed like Marie had the energy of a hundred people.
Then Cherrie went apartment hunting. She liked living with Marie. She especially liked living so dose to Dan. Dan had a good cock and he made her happy.
But Cherrie knew she couldn't stay there forever. She had to find her own place, she had to get her own life started in the town.
This was the town she had grown up in. Marie had stayed in it but Cherrie had wanted to move, to get away to the big city. Well, Cherrie had certainly found the big city and now she was home again.
The town hadn't changed much. She walked along the sidewalks and looked into the same windows that she'd seen as a little girl.
She remembered how badly she had hated this town when she was younger and now she vaguely wondered why. It was the same as a dozen other towns and there wasn't that much to hate about it.
She saw few faces that she had known. Most of the kids she'd graduated with had moved away as soon as they finished school. Cherrie wasn't the only one who had hated this town.
Cherrie found her apartment on the far side of town. A low-rent place that was clean and simple. It was just what Cherrie had had in mind.
The only bad part about it was the fat-faced woman who ran the place.
"I run a good, clean place," the woman said. "I don't allow no wild parties or men in the room at all hours."
"I don't have any intention of having men in the room at all hours," Cherrie explained.
"Well see that you don't," the fat-faced woman said.
Her son showed Cherrie the apartment. He was a boy who looked almost exactly like his mother except that he was not as heavy. He wasn't at all the sort of person that Cherrie was usually attracted too.
But Cherrie was already hot and the woman downstairs had made her mad. It might serve the woman right if Cherrie had a little fun with her son. From the way the boy's eyes kept brushing her legs she knew it wouldn't take very much to get him interested.
"What's your name?" Cherrie asked him.
"Kevin," he answered.
"Well, Kevin," she said. "I don't know if I like the room or not. It's certainly not very big."
"Big enough," Kevin shrugged. "That last people here liked it and they had two children."
"Maybe I could get to like it," Cherrie said. "I suppose I could do something with it."
"Like what?" Kevin asked.
"I'd change the curtains first," Cherrie said. "Those flowered things are ghastly."
"Momma wouldn't like you messing around with the curtains," Kevin said. "She picked those out special for the room."
"I'm renting the apartment," Cherrie said. "And I think I have the right to decide what goes in here."
"I don't think Momma would like it, though," Kevin said.
"Well those curtains will come down," Cherrie said.
Kevin didn't know if he should look amused or angry at Cherrie's insistence. He had never met anyone like Cherrie. She looked like a movie star, or one of those girls from the magazines he was always reading.
He didn't know quite how to act with her.
And he wished she'd allow him to see a little more of her legs. Twice he'd seen almost up to her panties as she'd bent over.
He got his wish because Cherrie walked around the room and then sat down on the sofa. This time her skirt really did get high. He swallowed nervously.
Cherrie almost laughed as his eyes went to her legs and then he looked guiltily away.
"Tell me something," Cherrie said. "Do you always do everything your mother says?"
"Of course not," he said quickly.
He spoke a little too quickly and Cherrie could see from the look in his eyes that she'd gotten him where it hurt. He was the type of boy who longed to be free but it was hard to be free of the type of mother he had. She was too dominant and he would be afraid to show much defiance.
Probably he considered himself a tough young hood. He didn't like anything that hurt his image and his mother hurt his image. He wanted to get out from under her thumb but he just didn't know how.
He was perfect for Cherrie to practice her charms on.
"I don't like the furnishings either," Cherrie said. "Everything looks so uncomfortable. I like soft things."
The look in Kevin's eyes said he'd like to give her something that wasn't soft.
"Momma picked everything out," Kevin said nervously.
"I hope she didn't pick out the bed," Cherrie said. "I hope the bed isn't as uncomfortable as the sofa."
Kevin didn't answer. He stared down at his shoes and turned a bright red.
"Is it?" Cherrie asked.
"Is what?" he asked.
"Is the bed as uncomfortable as the couch?"
"I wouldn't know about that," Kevin said.
Cherrie delighted in making him feel uncomfortable. Each time he blushed caused Cherrie to feel a slight tingling between her legs. Probably he had never had a girl, Cherrie thought. He was probably the type to tell his friends that he was a real stub and he adopted the swaggering, bully air to make his friends believe it. Well Cherrie didn't believe it for a moment.
She figured he was a virgin, but she decided that he wasn't going to be for long.
Cherrie crossed her legs again, revealing even more of her shapely thighs. She loved the way his hot eyes kept coming guiltily back to her legs.
I bet I could teach him to eat pussy, Cherrie said to herself.
She giggled at her own thoughts and it made Kevin mad. She could tell that he was getting ready to leave.
"Why," Cherrie said quickly. "I thought a good-looking young boy like you would have found plenty of opportunities to try out the bed of an empty apartment."
"No," he said.
"You mean you've never brought any girls up here?" she asked.
"No," he said quickly.
He seemed to realize that it sounded as if he were an innocent lamb.
"That is," he continued. "I've never brought any girls to this apartment."
"Have you ever brought any girls anywhere, Kevin?" Cherrie asked.
"Of course," he answered. He tried to look as if he had been insulted.
"Where, Kevin?" Cherrie asked. "Where do you take your girls?"
"That's none of your business," Kevin said, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you a virgin, Kevin?" Cherrie asked.
"Hell no," Kevin said. "What kind of stupid question is that?"
"Just curious," Cherrie shrugged.
Kevin was getting more nervous by the second and he was getting in a hurry to get out of the room. He didn't like the way this conversation was going. He also didn't like the way this sweet looking woman looked at him, as if she could see his soul.
He especially didn't like the thought that someone might know that he wasn't the great stud he pretended to be, that he really was a virgin. He didn't want anyone to know that he had never done any more than caress a girl's breast with hungry fingers.
The closest he had ever gotten to getting into a girl's panties was down in the furnace room one day. He had gotten the girl almost undressed before his mother had walked in. After that his mother had subjected him to weeks of abuse. She had called him perverted and had made sure that nobody ever got into the furnace room without her after that.
The only thing that had come out of that was that he had gotten a reputation as a stud.
He swallowed nervously.
"Are you ready to leave now?" he asked. "Have you seen enough?"
"I would like to see the bedroom," she said. "You never know about an apartment until you see all of it."
"It's back there," he said.
"Well come on," she said. "Are you scared of being in a bedroom with a woman?"
"Of course not," he lied.
"Well come on," she repeated. "You might want to show me something."
The way she said it made his dick hard. He knew that wasn't the way she meant it but he could feel his prick growing in his trousers. He swallowed nervously again. He hoped she couldn't see his erection. He wanted to get out of the room.
He wanted to run down the stairs.
But Cherrie had gotten up and started for the bedroom and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the quivering buttocks that led him into the bedroom. Her skirt was so short that he could see almost all of her long shapely legs and the bounce of her luscious ass kept him excited.
He wondered if she was wearing a bra.
A couple of times he had noticed her nipples poking out of the fabric of the thin blouse she wore and it looked as if her big titties bounced. He didn't think she was wearing one.
"It isn't much of a bedroom is it?" Cherrie asked him as he entered.
"It's okay," he shrugged.
"And I bet the bed isn't comfortable," she said.
He watched Cherrie sit down on the edge of the bed and cross her legs again. She bounced up and down a few times. God, he thought, this is hurting. I've got to get out of this room. My cock is so hard it's going to break my zipper. He remembered the magazine he had downstairs.
As soon as she left he would get it and go into the bathroom. He would jerk off looking at the pictures of the whores. Or perhaps he would jerk off thinking of this girl. He would have a fantasy of something entirely different happening in the bedroom with this delicious-looking girl.
"I just don't like the bed," Cherrie sighed. "Your mother picks out some hard furniture."
"I guess," he said.
"I like everything a little softer," Cherrie said.
"You like everything soft?" he asked.
He didn't know what prompted him to say something like that. He didn't know where he had gotten the courage. Perhaps he was getting to believe his own publicity about his stud conquests. He expected the girl to scream at him. Or to tell his mother.
He looked down at his shoes and waited for the shouts that were sure to come.
"Not everything," Cherrie admitted softly. "There are some things that are better hard."
Kevin didn't know what to think. Her answer had not been what he expected and now he didn't know what to do. It sounded as if she were coming on with him but he was scared to test his thoughts. Instead he changed the subject.
"Are you going to take the room?" he asked. "Momma will want to know."
"I don't know," Cherrie answered. "The room is not exactly what I had in mind."
"Then I'll tell Momma you don't want it," he said.
"But what about the fringe benefits?" Cherrie questioned. "Maybe those will help me make up my mind."
"What kind of fringe benefits?" he asked.
"You know," she said. "I'm a young woman and I like to have young, interesting people around me. Do you have any people like that here?"
"There's only one man in the building," Kevin said. "And he's old."
"How about the rest of the renters?" Cherrie asked.
"There's a fat schoolteacher in the room next to your and downstairs there's a few old women. Nothing that would interest a young person ever happens in this building."
"How about you?" Cherrie asked. "Aren't you interesting?"
"Not really," he admitted.
"I don't know about that," she said. "You look interesting to me."
"I'm not," he insisted.
"I think you are," she said. "Why, you're not much younger than me and you're kind of cute."
"I am?" he asked.
"Sure you are," she said. "I think you're almost as good-looking a man as I've seen around here."
"You really think so?" Kevin asked.
"Sure," she said. "Maybe you need a little meat on your bones but you'll get that as you grow older."
"I think you're pretty too," Kevin said.
He was getting bolder. He couldn't help himself. The look in her eyes was exciting him.
"Really," she said. "I was beginning to think that you thought I was ugly."
"No," he said. "I didn't think that."
"But you haven't got near me since we came into the bedroom," she said. "Are you frightened of me?"
"No," he said.
"Come here, Kevin," she said.
Again Kevin wanted to turn out the door and into the hall. He had lied to her. He was just a little scared of her. He was afraid that he wouldn't know how to act if she was really coming on to him. His knees felt weak.
"Come over here, Kevin," Cherrie said again.
Somehow he managed to walk toward her. He could hear his own loud breathing and he knew she couldn't help but seeing the stiffness in his trousers. He stopped before her without trying to touch her.
She stood up. Her sweet perfume almost drove him crazy. She was inches away from him, her full titties almost touching his chest, her sweet-looking lips just below his. Every nerve in his body felt tensed.
"What would you like to do, Kevin?" she asked.
"I don't know what you mean," he whispered.
"I mean what would you like to do with me?" Cherrie said. "Right now. Would you like to love me, Kevin?"
"I don't know," he said.
"Would you like to rape me, Kevin?" she asked. "Is that what you'd like to do? Would you like to take my body?"
"Oh God," he groaned.
"That's it, isn't it, Kevin?" she asked. "You'd like to put your hard cock in my pussy. You'd like to stroke me a few times."
"Oh God," he groaned again.
"Why. don't you, Kevin?" she teased. "Why don't you fuck me? Why don't you ravish my poor innocent body? Why don't you do what you always wanted to do to a woman?"
"Jesus," he said.
She laughed and ran her soft fingers down the side of his trouser leg. She brought her fingers back up to his crotch and very gently traced the outline of his hard cock.
He was trembling. Cherrie had never fucked a virgin and she was excited about the idea of it. She had started teasing the boy out of anger with his mother, but now she saw that she was getting hot from it.
She traced the outline of his cock again. He certainly wasn't a little boy down there. He had a massive rod as big as any man she'd ever had. She knew that she had not really felt it yet. She would have to get it out of his trousers to really see the length of his rod.
"Let's try out the bed, Kevin," she said. "Come on, let's try the bed out."
"Are you sure?" Kevin asked.
"Of course I'm sure, silly," Cherrie said. "Would I hold you like this if I wasn't?"
She grasped hi? hard prick through his trousers and pulled him onto the bed. Her skirt flew up above her panties but she didn't care. She stretched out beside him.
"Kiss me, Kevin," she said.
He kissed her Ups and found them demanding. Her lips were burning, bruising. Her fiery little tongue darted into his mouth and took his breath away.
"Feel my tits, Kevin," she begged him. "My tits are itching for your fingers."
In almost slow motion he moved his hands toward her tits. It was like he expected her to stop him any moment, like she was just playing a game with him.
He grew bolder when she didn't stop him. He grasped her titties and started massaging them. He felt her pink nipples become hard under his grasping hands. He was inexperienced but in that moment he knew that she was just as excited as he was, that she wanted his cock as bad as he-wanted her pussy.
"God, I want to fuck you," he said.
"Yes, Kevin," she said. "I want you to fuck me.
I want your big cock in my cunt!"
He started tearing at her clothes. He got her thin blouse undone and he found out that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her luscious-looking titties poked proudly out at him. He felt hungry for them. His mouth watered as he looked at her flesh.
"I want to taste them," he said.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Taste them, Kevin. Bite them! Love them! Do what you want!"
He lowered his head and sucked in some of her creamy flesh. She tasted sweet, clean, delicious. He flicked her hard nipple with his tongue. It got a response from her that he liked and he continued to do it.
"Oh fuck, Kevin," she moaned. "You're making me so hot! So hot! I can't stand it!"
He moved his head to her other tit and he did the same with it. He released it and ran his tongue all over the creamy globe. He was driving her crazy and it excited him to think that he could do that with a beautiful woman.
He sucked her nipple back between his teeth and began to bite down lightly on it. Her ass started bucking wildly and soft little moans were tom from her throat.
He was much like a little boy in a candy shop who had never seen so many goodies.
He ran his tongue down her titty and to the softness of her stomach. He kissed her stomach and put his tongue into her navel. He felt her hand tugging at his head. Her other hand stroked his buttocks.
He was getting so hot he couldn't stand it. He pulled back from her and stood up. His clothes were so hot he couldn't stand having them on another minute. Quickly he stripped his clothes from his body.
He had always been ashamed of his skinny body but he didn't have time to be ashamed with her. Her eyes didn't linger on his body but went straight to the jutting cock revealed as he peeled off his shorts. He liked the way her eyes opened wide and she licked her red lips as she stared at his massive instrument.
"You're beautiful," she gasped. "You've got a beautiful cock."
He didn't know about it being beautiful but he loved the tone of her voice. It made him feel proud.
"Come here and let me kiss it," she said.
"Christ," Kevin groaned.
This was something he had only had wet dreams about. Beautiful women did not want to suck his cock. It had to be a dream. He prayed that he would not wake up.
He went to the side of the bed at her face. She turned her head and touched her ruby lips to the tip of his cock. He almost shot off then and there. Her fiery little tongue gave him a series of quick, wet kisses. He could tell she was no novice at sucking a cock.
He couldn't stand this. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to sink his cock into her wet, moist pussy, but he also wanted the hotness of her mouth encircling his cock.
"God," he groaned. "God!"
Cherrie suddenly wanted to taste his cum. She knew he would taste good. She also knew that he was young and only a few minutes would have to go by before he was ready to fuck her. Her pussy itched and dripped hot juice into her panties. Yes, she would have to get fucked.
But she would also taste this young man's cum, savor his salty jism in her mouth.
She opened her mouth in a wide O and went down on his stiff rod. She loved the taste of his hot skin and the salty texture of his cock. She went slowly so that she could get more of him into her cock.
"Fuck," he moaned. "Ahhh fuck!"
He screamed as Cherrie got his cock all the way into her throat. She made her throat muscles relax and she took his cock deeper than she had ever , taken any man. She took him so deep that his balls were nearly in her wet mouth.
"Shit," he said. "God, I didn't know any woman could do that!"
He grabbed her by both sides of her head and screamed as he started plunging his cock in and out quickly. Her wet mouth caused him more excitement than he had ever known before. With a last loud groan he grabbed her by the back of her head and held her there as he erupted in her mouth with a thick stream of white jism.
He didn't need to hold her for Cherrie had no intention of pulling her mouth away. She swallowed quickly to keep from choking but he had more than she expected. He had a river of jism. It didn't seem like he would ever quit coming.
Some of it escaped the comers of her mouth before he was done.
"Oh Jesus," he moaned softly. "Oh Jesus, that was fantastic!"
"I'm glad you liked it," she said.
"Liked it!" he said. "I loved it! I've never felt anything like that."
She eyed his still-hard prick.
"Then are you ready to give me some pleasure?" Cherrie asked.
"God yes," he answered. "I'm ready to go again. I'm always ready!"
Cherrie's pussy was burning hot. She laced her fingers around his hot prick. With her other hand she quickly unzipped her skirt and dropped it beside the bed.
Before she could get her panties off he plunged one hand between her legs. He started massaging the lips of her cunt through her panties. It drove her nearly crazy. She was in need of his hot cock more than she had ever needed a cock.
"Take my panties off, goddamn it," she said. "Take my fucking panties off!"
He removed his hand and gave her just enough time to strip her panties off. Then he spread her legs with his fingers and he plunged one finger up into her hot cunt.
"Oh Jesus!" she cried.
He started to move his finger around in a circle, touching all the wet walls of her cunt. Twice his finger brushed against the hard knob of her clit. She had never felt so hot for cock. Her ass was bouncing on the bed and soft little moans came from her throat.
"Come on," she begged him. "Fuck me, fuck me! Please put your cock in!"
He got onto the bed with her again. She knew that he was ready as her fingers massaged his stiffness. She also knew that this time would be slow and delicious. She had already taken the edge off his hot prick with her mouth, and he could now fuck her for a while.
That was what she wanted. She wanted to fuck until she went blind.
"Get it in me," she begged. "Put your big fat monster up my hot cunt. It's itching for you!"
He was painfully slow as he moved around on the bed. His lips brushed her titties again, starting fires in new places. His tongue licked at her flesh.
"Goddamn it, fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck me!"
Still he wouldn't be hurried. For a boy so inexperienced he seemed to enjoy bringing her to the very height of pleasure. Her skin tingled. She kept trying to pull his cock so that he would position himself to get into her hot cunt.
She raised her legs a little so that he could get in good position, but now he was in control. It excited her to feel his strong hands pushing her legs up.
"I want your legs high," he said. "Just like I saw in a magazine."
"Yes," she moaned. "Do it to me. Do me any way you like, only do it!"
He raised her legs above her head. She had never before felt so helpless. He could do anything he liked with her. She wished he would hurry.
But he wasn't ready to fuck yet. Evidently he had been seeing quite a lot in those magazines. She screamed with delight as he went down on her. His wet tongue licked at her pussy.
"Oh Jesus Christ," she moaned. "Oh fuck!"
He started using his hot tongue just like a cock. He started running it around the edges of her cunt and then he plunged it deep into her. He started moving in and out like he was fucking her with his tongue.
"Jesus damn!" she cried. "Oh that feels good, Kevin!"
It felt good but it wasn't exactly what she wanted. She still wanted his thick cock inside her. His tongue was only adding to the itch she had.
"God, Kevin," she moaned. "Give me your cock! Give me your cock right now!"
He came up her body and pressed his shoulders against the backs of her legs. This time she felt his stiff rod right at the mouth of her cunt.
"Is this what you want?" he asked. "Do you want my cock in your cunt?"
"God yes," she moaned. "God yes."
He started moving his cock-head up and down the folds of her pussy. He didn't go in. She could feel him there but it wasn't enough to help her itch. She needed the entire shaft going deep into her pussy.
"Put it in, goddamn it," she said. "Put it in!"
He positioned himself and gave a hard shove and his swollen cock went quickly into the hot cunt.
"Don't move," she begged him. "Christ, just stay like that for a moment."
She could feel his hot rod almost in her stomach and she felt his balls resting against her. This was what she'd wanted. A big cock in her cunt and Kevin had a big enough one to make her happy.
"God," she moaned as she felt her cunt muscles contract on the delicious rod inside her. "This is what I love! This is what I really love!"
Slowly he started to move. He didn't pull his cock from her. Instead he rotated his hips so that his cock was rubbing against all the walls of her cunt. It was wonderful. She had fucked more experienced men who couldn't give her half the pleasure that this skinny kid was.
She started running her fingers through his hair. The desire built in her as he continued to rotate his cock. He pressed his cock against her clit and it was more than she could bear.
"Now!" she screamed. "Give it to me hard!
Really hard!"
He started giving it to her hard. He was using his cock like a club as he brought it nearly out of her tight cunt and then slammed it back in again. Spasms of delight went through her whole body.
He was doing it. Loud slaps marked each time his balls slammed against her. He was groaning and sweating with each deep stroke.
He quickly cut her screams off by placing his hand over her mouth. Her screams would have brought his mother up for sure. She bit his hand, almost drawing blood, as she felt her hot cunt juices flooding his cock.
"I'm coming with you," he said. "I'm coming with you. God, I'm coming with YOUUUUUUUU!"
He erupted at almost the same time she did. They ground against each other until their juices were mingled and the hot spasms left them.
Then he pulled his cock out with a loud pop and allowed her to collapse on the bed.
"Jesus Christ," she said.
There was nothing left she could have taught this boy. He was a quick learner. She reached and fondled his limp cock. There were going to be more lessons, she thought. A hell of a lot more!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cherrie moved into her new apartment over the weekend. She didn't have any problems except for fat-face who ran the apartments and looked on her with suspicion, but Cherrie felt as if she could handle that problem.
She had plenty of help moving. Jack, Dan and Marie helped her and also some friends of Kevin.
Everyone seemed to have a fine time moving Cherrie's things.
"I'm going to have to come back and stay with you a few days," Marie told Cherrie when they had a few moments together.
"What do you mean?" Cherrie asked.
"You mean you haven't noticed that skinny young boy who keeps following us with his eyes."
"I've already fucked him," Cherrie admitted. "My God," Marie said. "You do move fast."
"As fast as I can," Cherrie said.
"How was he?" her sister asked.
"Very good," Cherrie said. She licked her lips. "I mean, he was very good."
"That young and he was good?" Marie asked in surprise.
"Believe me," Cherrie said. "Age doesn't always mean experienced. He was a virgin but he learns quickly."
"Ummm," Marie said. "Then I am going to have to come and spend a few days with you."
"That would be nice," Cherrie said. "We could have a real party."
"What's this about a party?" Jack came in hot and sweaty. He had been moving the ugly-looking couch that Cherrie hated down into the basement. Cherrie had bought a new couch that afternoon.
"Oh nothing," Cherrie shrugged. "We were just talking about having a housewarming party."
"I'd like to warm a few houses around here," Jack said.
Jack ran his hand across Marie's pert ass.
"How would you like to get your house warmed?" Jack asked.
"You shouldn't keep teasing me like this," Marie said. "Dan might find out."
"I don't care," he said. "I've had the hots for you ever since I first saw you."
Marie smiled and Cherrie got an idea. She could tell that her sister was really attracted to Jack, but Marie would probably never have a real chance to get alone with him. Not unless it could be arranged. Cherrie thought she knew how to arrange it.
"Look, you two," she said. "Dan's not due back for a few minutes. He was bringing the last load of furniture from Marie's house. You two could go to the bedroom."
"We couldn't do that," Marie said.
"Why not, sis?" Cherrie asked. "There's nothing to stop you."
"But Dan will be back any minute," Marie protested.
"I'll watch for Dan," Cherrie promised. "He won't get past me."
"We couldn't," Marie said.
Her voice had gotten a little weaker, as if she really weren't sure any more.
Jack saw his chance. He rubbed his hard prick against Marie's backside.
"Come on, Marie," he said. "What's it going to hurt. Jack will never know."
"We couldn't," Marie said. "Maybe some other time, but not now. We can't."
"Sure we can," Jack said. "Like your sister says. Who's to know?"
"I'd know," Marie said. "I'm too afraid. It wouldn't be good. Not with Dan coming in any minute."
"I told you I'd look out for Dan," Cherrie insisted. "Go ahead."
"I just don't know," Marie said.
But Jack was already pulling her toward the bedroom. Marie shrugged.
"He's good, Marie," Cherrie said. "I know from experience."
"God," Marie said. "I give up. He feels good." She gave his prick a gentle touch through his trousers.
"Come," she said. "I'm fixing to give you a workout that you'll never forget."
"Right with you, baby," Jack said.
They closed the door and a moment later Cherrie heard a-soft moan and she heard the bedsprings sag. She was going to have to get a new bed. She couldn't keep that noisy one. Someone knocked on the door and she froze. She thought it might be Dan returning early. It wasn't.
Kevin's mother stood there. She had her fat hands on her hips.
"I told you, young lady," Kevin's mother said sharply. "I told you I wouldn't tolerate men coming in here all day long."
"It hasn't happened yet," Cherrie said. "I'm just getting moved in."
"You won't, huh?" Cherrie said. "I think it's time we got something straight. You're not my mother and you won't tell me how to run my private life. I won't disturb your other people and you won't bother me."
Kevin's mother turned red. She looked around die room. She made a face at Cherrie's new curtains.
"What was wrong with the curtains I had in there?" she asked.
"I didn't like them," Cherrie said.
"Well I did," the fat lady said. "I didn't give you permission to go throwing things out."
At that moment the sounds coming from the bedroom were obvious. Soft sobs and gasps and the squeaky bedsprings.
"My God," the fat lady said. "What's going on in there?"
"I should think it would be obvious," Cherrie said. "They stopped for a quick fuck."
"My God," Kevin's mother said again.
"Will there be anything else?" Cherrie said sweetly.
Cherrie didn't wait for an answer. She closed the door softly in the fat lady's face. Cherrie wasn't worried. She would fight the fat lady in court if she got too angry. Cherrie had signed a good contract.
There was someone at the door again.
Cherrie opened it, ready to cuss out the fat lady. This time it was Dan. He was carrying a little end table that Cherrie had wanted.
"I had to look all over town for this," he said. "But I finally found it."
"Thank you, Dan," she said loudly.
She spoke loud to try and drown out the noises coming from the bedroom. They were getting louder.
He put the end table down and looked around.
"Where's Marie?" he asked.
"She had to go out," Cherrie said quickly.
"Go out?" he asked suspiciously. "Where?"
"I'm not sure exactly, Dan," Cherrie said. "She should be back in a few minutes."
Dan looked toward the bedroom and Cherrie knew she was going to have to act fast. In a minute he would question the sounds and then he would be walking toward the bedroom. She had to do something to get his mind off what was happening back there.
"Dan," she said. "I'm hot."
He turned back to her and his eyes opened in surprise. She had already opened the front of her blouse to let her titties free. He licked his lips.
"I've got to fuck, Dan," she said. "I've got to. That's why I sent Marie away."
This was something Dan could understand. A lusting look came to his eyes. He started walking toward the bedroom. That was what she didn't want.
"No, Dan," she said, tugging on his muscular arm. "Here. I want to do it right here on the floor."
Dan unzipped his trousers and let his hard rod out. It was what she wanted. She sank down to her knees and sucked in his hard prick. He moaned as her hot lips closed around the head of his cock. "Ummmm," she moaned. "Ummmmmm."
"God, you're good," he groaned. "You're the best fucking cocksucker ever."
"Am I better than Marie?" she questioned, teasing, as she drew her ruby lips away from his stiff cock.
"No," he said. "But you're good."
"I'm better and you know it," Cherrie said. "Let me show you."
She opened her lips wide and took in all of his stiff prick. He groaned as her mouth went to work on his cock, sucking and teasing.
"God," he moaned. "What a fucking hot little bitch you are."
There was another knock on the door and Cherrie took her mouth away from his cock.
"I'm busy," she said.
"And I want to talk to you."
It was the fat lady again. She probably had something else to complain about. Cherrie thought for a moment and then gave Dan a smile.
"Do you want to shock that fat old bitch?" Cherrie asked him.
Cherrie could see that the thought excited him. "Sure," he grinned. "Why not?"
Cherrie put her mouth back on his cock as Dan opened the door. He opened it wide so that the fat lady could see everything that was going on.
"My God!" the fat lady said.
Cherrie released his cock again. She turned so that she could look the fat lady in the eye. The fat lady had turned completely white. Her lower lip was trembling. She looked as if she couldn't believe what was going on.
"I," the fat lady said. "I, I, I...."
"Well speak up," Cherrie said. "Can't you see I'm busy cleaning his clock."
"You're disgusting," the fat lady said.
"Would you like a bite?" Cherrie suggested. "He's really very tasty. There's nothing better than a stiff cock to suck on. Are you sure you wouldn't like a little nibble?"
"You're sick," the fat lady said.
"Maybe he'll give you a little cum," Cherrie said. "They say if you swallow it down it's good for the skin. You could use something."
"My God," the fat lady said.
Cherrie noticed that though Kevin's mother was trying to look disgusted that she had. not taken her eyes off Dan's cock. Cherrie had an idea. She reached for the fat lady's hand.
The fat lady didn't protest as Cherrie brought her fat fingers over to touch Dan's cock.
"You like that, don't you?" Cherrie asked. "You like a big stiff cock."
"Jesus," the fat lady said.
"Stroke him," Cherrie said. "Stroke his cock. He won't mind."
The fat lady couldn't seem to take her hand away. She looked sick as her stubby little fingers stroked the loose skin of Dan's cock.
Dan and Cherrie were really enjoying themselves. The fat lady looked disgusted and the more disgusted she looked the better Cherrie liked it.
"Have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth?" Cherrie asked. "I bet you haven't. I bet you've never tasted a man's cock."
"Please," the fat woman begged.
"What do you want?" Dan asked. "What is it you want, you fat old bitch? Do you want my cock? I wouldn't put it in your cunt but I might let you taste it if you begged me real hard. Beg me."
"Yes," the fat old lady said.
"That's not begging," Dan said. "Beg me. Say please let me suck your cock."
"Please," the fat lady said.
The lady looked sick. She looked as if she wanted to throw up. But she couldn't take her hand away. She couldn't remove it from Dan's cock.
"She doesn't want to taste it," Dan said. "She doesn't want to beg."
"Let her have a little taste," Cherrie said.
"All right," Dan said. "Just a little taste, though."
The fat lady looked as if she couldn't believe it as Dan put his hand to the back of her neck. Slowly he forced her to her knees and placed his cock to her mouth. She still looked sick as her lips touched his cock.
"That's enough," Dan said. "Now Cherrie."
Cherrie went down on him. She used everything she had ever learned. She sucked him until he began to grown and she could feel his excitement.
The first spurt of cum entered her mouth and she quickly pulled his cock out.
"Here's some cum for you," Cherrie told the old lady.
The fat lady was on her knees, with her face turned up as the first spurts of cum struck her. It struck her face and cheeks and ran in rivers down to her neck.
"God," she said.
She got up quickly and ran down the hall while ' Dan and Cherrie laughed.
"I don't think you're going to have any more trouble out of her," Dan said.
"I don't think so either," Cherrie agreed.. "But I'm still hot and I want your cock."
They left the door open as Cherrie slipped out of her panties and lay back on the floor. She spread her legs wide as Dan dropped between them.
"I'm hotter than a horny bull," he said. "Get ready for a ride."
" "I'm ready," Cherrie moaned.
He gave her one. He gave her a bruising fuck unlike any she had ever taken. It was loud and Cherrie was glad of that because it gave Marie and Jack a chance to slip past them and out the open door.
Marie wore a satisfied smile.
CHAPTER NINE
Cherrie was nearly asleep when she heard the first soft noise.
It had been a good day for her and she was tired. She'd gotten all her new furniture moved into her new apartment. The next day she would start work at her new job. She had a new life. A life she could be proud of. Away from Harry King.
Then she heard the noise. First she thought it was the building. Sometimes the old buildings made funny noises that had to be gotten used too.
It was a funny noise sort of like a click and she waited for it to come again. It did. She listened for the third time. It sounded as if someone were trying to get into her front door.
The thought frightened her. There was no telling who had seen her moving in that day. Some pervert or sickie who enjoyed beating girls up. She was even too tired to enjoy rape so she hoped that wasn't what it was.
She crawled out of bed shivering. It was cold in the apartment and she covered herself with a robe.
Her skimpy nightgown was attractive to men but it wasn't much good keeping her warm. She walked softly into the living room. She heard another click.
"Is Someone there?" she asked.
There was no answer. Just the steady clicking against her door. She turned on the light, flooding the room with its harsh glare.
"Is someone there?" she asked again. "Answer me. Is someone out there?"
There was no answer but then she saw the blade of a screwdriver coming through the side of her door. She froze. What could she do?
"Oh my God," she said.
She thought about screaming but her throat seemed dry. She couldn't make any noise come out. She wished she'd been quicker about getting her phone installed.
"Go away," she said. "Get away from that door. I've got a gun."
She didn't have a gun and she wouldn't have known how to shoot one if she had. Evidently whoever was behind the door didn't believe her. They kept working away with the screwdriver. There was no other way out of the apartment. She looked around frantically but there was nothing near that could help her.
"I'll scream," she warned. "Go away from my door or I'm going to scream."
She started to scream but her cry was cut short. Someone had gotten impatient and had given the door a kick that nearly tore it off the hinges. She saw a burly figure coming at her and then a hand was across her mouth and strong hands grasped hers.
"Don't scream, bitch," a man's rough voice said. "Don't scream."
Cherrie got her first good look at the two men and her blood got cold. The other man closed the door while one still held his hand over her mouth. She recognized them. Both of them she recognized as men who worked for Harry King. They were both big, rough-looking men.
"Are you going to scream again?" the man who held her said.
Cherrie did her best to shake her head and he released her.
"I don't like screaming women," he said.
She turned her head to look at the man who held her. Looking at him closely she could almost remember his name.
"I'm Luter Morgan," he said. "This is Tom. You remember us?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good," he said. "That'll save us a lot of explaining. Get your clothes on."
"I'm not going anywhere with you," she said firmly. "No place."
"You're wrong about that," he said softly.
He was bigger than the other man and he had. dark hair and dark eyes. His hands were rough and scarred from a hundred bar brawls.
"I'm sure someone heard me scream the first time," she said. "Both of you had better get out."
"Nobody heard," he said.
"Someone might have," she said. "I've got friends here. Lots of friends."
"We're your friends too," he said. "Now are you treating old friends properly?"
"Get out of my apartment," she said.
"I'm tired of this, Luter," Tom said. "Let's get this done."
"Patience, Tom," Luter Morgan said. "Have a little patience."
"Fuck patience," Tom said savagely.
Tom was smaller than his friend. He had blond hair and blue eyes but the same stocky frame and the same scars from many fights. He also had a look of cruelty about him, as if he enjoyed hurting people. Cherrie was sure he had hurt a lot of people.
"Look," Cherrie said. "I want you both out of my apartment right now."
"You hear that, Tom?" Luter said. "She wants us to leave. You know she's not being very friendly."
"She's sure not," Tom agreed.
"Harry said she might not be friendly but I didn't believe him," Luter said. "I wanted to believe that Cherrie was a friendly person. I hoped so, anyway."
"This is crazy," Cherrie said. "Why don't you leave? I don't want you here."
"Yes sir," Luter said. "Harry said you might not be so friendly. He said we might have to use our own judgment in getting you to come."
She shivered a little under Luter's gaze. She didn't like to think about what it meant for Luter to use his own judgment. His judgment sounded like something that would be painful for her.
"Harry's very mad at you," Luter said. "He's been missing you."
"Harry doesn't own me," Cherrie said.
Luter put a heavy hand on her shoulder.
"You're wrong, babe," he said. "Harry owns everything. You can't get away from Harry. He keeps you until he's tired of you."
"I'm telling you for the last time," Cherrie said. "Get out of my home before I call the police. Harry couldn't own the police in this town."
"The police," Luter said. "You're going to call the police. My God, you're a stupid little twat."
"Get out," she repeated.
"You don't understand," Luter said. "We've come to get you. Now go pack your bags."
Morgan slapped her very lightly across the cheek. For some reason his slap frightened her more than if he had hit her hard.
"Go pack your bags," he said again.
"I'm not going," she said.
"Damn," Luter Morgan said. "You certainly do make things hard for yourself."
"I said I'm not going," Cherrie said. "I'm going down to call the police. You'd better not be here in five minutes."
She actually convinced herself that they wouldn't try anything funny. She was wrong. Tom stepped forward quickly and gave her a hard punch in the stomach. He grabbed a handful of her shiny hair and flipped her around. He pulled her head back until she was gasping for breath.
Perhaps she realized then that these men were strong enough to do anything they wanted, for the fear controlled her legs.
"Now, Cherrie," Luter said. "I'm only going to say this once. Harry King owns you. He owns every inch of your pretty body. He will keep owning you until he's tired of you, and he hardly ever gets tired until the titties start sagging. So make up your mind. We'll do it the hard way or the easy way." She couldn't seem to say anything.
"Now you just be a good girl and get dressed because you're going back with us."
"No," Cherrie said.
Luter Morgan smiled.
"You are a stupid bitch," he said.
He started slapping her lightly until she knew her face was red with the imprints of his hands. Then he took the top of her robe and ripped it down. He squeezed her titties until tears came to her eyes.
"You've got a nice pair," he said. "I like a pair like this. It would be a shame to lose them."
"Oh God," Cherrie moaned as he continued to squeeze them harder and harder.
"You're going to do what I say," he said.
"No," Cherrie moaned. "No, I'm not. I'm not going back with you. I'm not."
"You are a stubborn bitch," he said.
"Leave me alone," she begged him. "Just let me alone. Please let me alone."
"You still don't understand, Cherrie," Luter said. "You are Harry's property."
"You can't take me back there," Cherrie moaned.
"But I have to," he said. "You belong to him."
"I don't," she said. "I don't belong to anyone."
He released her and she sobbed for breath.
"I won't go back there," Cherrie said. "I won't."
He laughed at her.
"Do you think we've gotten started good yet? By the time we're through with you, you're going to be begging to go back there. Have you ever seen a really mean man? Tom's one. And he's got a cock that's the biggest you've ever seen. He can't get whores because they take one look at him and they start screaming. You know where he likes to put it?"
"No," Cherrie said.
"He likes to put it in asses," Luter said. "He likes to find a sweet girl with a nice tight ass and then he puts it in all the way to his balls. It'll ruin some women, Cherrie. Do you want his cock?"
"No," Cherrie said.
"Well you're going to get it, baby," he said. "You're going to get it more ways than you've ever heard of. You like cock, don't you?"
He took her arm and twisted it until she answered him.
"Yes," she said. "Yes."
"Then it'll be fun at first," Luter said. "But after a while it won't be fun any more. It'll start to hurt. Why don't you make it easy on yourself and pack your bags?"
"You're a bastard," she said.
Luter sighed.
"Okay, Tom," Luter said. "She won't listen. She's a stubborn bitch and I feel kind of sorry for her but I've got a job to do. Give it to her."
"No!" she screamed. "Oh God no!"
Tom slowly forced her to the table. Tom was a mean man and he loved it when they struggled. He loved it when he had a woman fighting him because then he grew more and more excited. It had been a long time since he'd had a bitch as good-looking as Cherrie.
He pressed her face down against the table and drove his hand between her legs.
"I got a big cock," Tom said. "I got a cock that'll tear your ass up. I'll hurt you, baby. But you'll scream for more. That's the way it is."
He got his strong hand underneath her panties and ripped them off. The flimsy panties came apart in two pieces and he threw them aside.
He pushed his hand between her legs again. "You're dry down there, baby," he said. "Your cunt is dry."
"Goddamn you!" Cherrie screamed.
Cherrie kept hoping that someone downstairs would hear her screams but she remembered the type of neighborhood it was and the way people just looked away when someone needed help. It wasn't likely that the fat lady was going to help.
The fat lady was probably listening to the screams with delight.
"Please," Cherrie begged him. "Please don't."
"Shut the fuck up," Tom said.
Tom pushed one finger into her cunt. Damn, she was dry, but he knew how to move his fingers so that her juices would start to flow. His cock was already hard as he had known it would be. He couldn't get much enjoyment out of the sex act unless the girl was begging and fighting.
"Goddamn tight pussy," Tom said. "I bet her ass is just as tight."
"Get on with it," Luter said.
She struggled against him but his strong hand held her pinned against the table. His other hand moved from between her legs and she heard his zipper being pulled down.
"Are you ready to go with us now?" Tom asked. "No," she said. "I'll never go with you. Never!"
"Then you're going to hurt," Tom said. "But I'm going to love it. Just tell me when you've made up your mind."
She kept struggling but it did her no good. Then she felt the blood-filled head of Tom's cock pressed against the tiny hole of her anus.
She screamed but Tom cut the noise off by pressing her face even harder into the table.
"Quit screaming, goddamn it," Tom said. "Or I'll break your neck."
She knew he meant it and she quit trying to scream. But it hurt. God, how it hurt! This wasn't sex but a flaming hurt that speared into her buttocks. He was not a gentle man. His cock was being slowly forced into her ass and she felt as if she were being tom apart.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, this feels good. She sure has a tight fucking ass."
"Hurry up," Luter said.
-Tom shoved again and his big cock went all the way into her ass. She felt as if she were going to die. There was no way she could move that she didn't feel the big cock going almost into her stomach.
"Tight," he said. "Fucking tight."
Then he started fucking her. He wasn't gentle about his fucking. He drove his cock into her deeply with a savage stroke. He put his hands underneath her and pinched her nipples through her gown.
He wasn't satisfied with that and he dropped his hands to the bottom of her thin gown. He ripped it upward away from her titties. He didn't pull it all the way off. He left it over her head so that she could see nothing but darkness.
She felt his hands pinching her nipples again. "Fucking good," Tom said. "Fucking good and tight. I love it!"
This was the best sex Tom had had in a long while. Her ass was full and comfortable as he slammed his dick into her. He liked the way she struggled against him for it made it more fun.
He knew this was another of the stubborn bitches he saw on the street every day. The ones who made his dick hard. It didn't matter if they were housewives or business women, he knew they wouldn't look twice at him.
That was why he liked this job so much. He got to dick the stubborn ones who wouldn't listen to Harry.
"Hurry up with her," Luter said again.
"Going as fast as I can," Tom gasped.
He felt the aching in his balls as his prick against her tight walls. He loved it! He dropped his hand from the back of her head to her shoulder and tried to pull her closer against him.
This time she didn't struggle. She seemed to realize that struggling was doing her no good.
"Move, bitch," Tom said. "Move your sweet
... M ass.
She even started moving a little against him as if she realized that moving would get the pain over quicker. He felt the tingle in his balls and then he groaned as his first spurt of cum entered her ass. He pulled out quickly and let the rest of his cum strike her back and buttocks.
"Feel that, baby?" Tom said. "That's what you're going to get tonight. A cum bath. More of it than you've ever seen. Now are you willing to go with us?"
Cherrie wondered why they kept asking her that. They were strong enough to take her no matter what she wanted. Yet they kept asking.
"No," she said. "I won't agree. Why don't you just take me?"
"We couldn't do that," Luter said. "Harry wants your will broken before we bring you to him again."
"Well you'll never do that," Cherrie said.
"I'm beginning to think you're right," Luter said softly. "At least not this way."
"What do you mean?" Cherrie asked.
"Christ," Tom said. "You sure are a curious bitch. Do you want me to go and get the sister, Luter?"
"Yeah," Luter said. "Bring her."
"My sister?" Cherrie said. "Marie? What the hell do you want with Marie? You leave her out of this!"
"We can't do that," Luter said. "Go ahead, Tom. I'll keep this one company."
"I said you leave my sister alone!" Cherrie screamed.
Fear for her sister gave her a new strength. She rushed at Luter and got one hand against his face. She clawed down, drawing blood, but then Luter brushed her easily out of his way. He swung a heavy right hand that knocked her off her feet.
"Go get the sister," Luter said.
Tom left. Cherrie was trembling with rage and frustration. She wanted to hurt someone in the way she'd been hurt. She kicked at Luter but her foot missed him.
"Calm down," Luter said. "There's no sense in getting so excited."
"You bastard," Cherrie said.
"Now you're calling names," Luter said. "I thought you were a lady."
"What do you want with my sister?" Cherrie asked.
"We thought that might be the only way to convince you that we mean business," Luter said. "You see, Harry understands how you love your sister."
"You've made a mistake," Cherrie said. "Dan will break your little friend into pieces."
"He might have," Luter said. "If he were there. But I happen to know that Dan is away on business tonight. That's why we picked this evening." Cherrie searched her mind and remembered that Marie had said something about Dan going away on business sometime that week. So Marie was home and helpless and there was no telling what that pervert might do to her.
"Okay," Cherrie said. "You win. I'll go with you willingly. Just call the animal back."
"It doesn't work that way," Luter said. "I can't call him back. Besides, you aren't really convinced. We have to break your spirit."
Cherrie realized he had been staring at the pink lips of her pussy, exposed by how she had been sitting. He rubbed his crotch suggestively and grinned at her.
"It's time we got better acquainted," he said.
She fought against him but he picked her up easily and carried her to her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and undressed himself. She saw that his large cock was already hard.
"Don't look so worried," Luter said. "I know you like one of these."
"You're as sick as your friend," Cherrie said. "That may be true," Luter admitted. "But at least I like the pussy."
Cherrie tried to claw him as he got into the bed with her. He caught both arms in one of his big hands and held them above her head. Then he bent his head and started kissing her titties.
"Taste good," Luter said.
Cherrie kept telling herself that she hated him, that she hated the touch of his mouth. She told herself that but already she could feel tingles going up her body.
"You're sick, damn you," Cherrie said. "You're a bastard."
He raised his head and grinned at her.
"Now you're trying to keep from feeling anything," he said. "But I told you I understood. You hate me but you've got hot panties and you love cock."
"Fuck you," she said.
He grinned again and lowered his head back to her titties. He knew how to bring the sweetest of feelings with his kissing, caressing lips. She felt a spasm of hot fire go through her body as his teeth closed gently on her nipple.
"Goddamn you," she said. "Goddamn you!"
She knew he was laughing at her at the same time he was climbing up her body and placing his hot cock between her legs. He continued to massage her nipples with his fingers as he pushed his cock-head up and down the entrance to her pussy.
"Have you ever begged a man?" he asked. "I think I'm going to make you beg me."
"Goddamn you," Cherrie said.
He continued to move his cock up and down in the entrance to her cunt. She felt her pussy already dripping wet and she was getting hotter by the minute.
"Beg me," he said.
"No," she said.
"If you don't beg me then you're not going to get any of my cock," he said. "And you want my cock. You want to feel my rod going up between your legs. You want to fell my stiff prick in your hot cunt."
"Damn you!" she cried.
She was frustrated. Her mind wanted to remain palm but her ass was already bucking against him, her pussy trying to draw his rod into her hungry cavern.
"Please," she said.
The word had been tom out of her throat against her will.
"What do you want?" he asked. "Beg me and I'll give it to you."
"You're a goddamn bastard," she moaned. "But I want your cock. I want you to fuck me! I'm so goddamn hot, please fuck me!"
"That's better," he said.
He started pushing his cock easily into her wet cunt. She gasped as she felt his hot rod filling her cunt, easing the hunger between her legs.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh God yes!"
He started fucking her gently. He would bring his cock nearly out and then slide it easily back into her again. Slow, deep strokes that threatened to explode her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God in heaven!" He released her arms and she didn't try to scratch him. Instead her arms went around his waist and she pulled him tighter against her.
She raised her heels and pressed them flat against his buttocks.
-"I love it," she moaned. "How I love it!"
He bent his head and started biting her nipples softly and this was almost too much for Cherrie to take.
Cherrie felt her body jerk as his staff plowed into her wet cunt again and she could feel the tingles all over her body. She knew her orgasm was nearing and she pressed herself harder against him and her heels started beating against his buttocks.
"Fuck me hard," she begged him. "Fuck me hard! Kill me with your cock!"
He was attempting to fuck her to death. He humped her deliriously, with more rapid strokes as he felt his own orgasm nearing.
They were like two wild people coming together as the point of release was reached.
Cherrie's body jerked with each thick wad of cum he shot into her and her own cunt juices flooded his thick prick.
"Jesus," she said after he pulled his cock from her dripping cunt. "Jesus!"
"You can fuck when you put your mind to it," Luter said.
Cherrie remembered where she was and her face grew clouded again. She watched him wipe himself off on her bed and then he started putting his clothes back on.
"You don't have to do this," Cherrie said.
"I don't?" He looked at her questioningly.
"No," she said. "You can let me go."
"I can?" he said.
"Yes," she said. "Didn't you enjoy what you just had? Didn't you?"
"Of course I did," he said.
"Wouldn't you like it all the time?" she asked. "You mean if I let you go I could have your cunt any time I wanted it?"
"Yes," Cherrie said.
She was lying to him but she was willing to do anything to get out of her fix. As soon as he let her go she was going to call the cops.
"Let me get this straight," he said. "You think your pussy's worth so much that I'll give up my job."
Her face dropped.
"No thank you, Cherrie," he said. "You're pretty good but nobody's that good."
"Damn you," she said.
They both heard the door open. A moment later Tom appeared in the doorway. Marie was right beside him. She wasn't struggling. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse. She looked around at everyone, puzzled.
"What's going on?" Marie said. "I thought you were sick, Cherrie."
"Run, Marie!" Cherrie screamed.
Cherrie had already decided what she was going to do as soon as her sister walked in.
As soon as she cried out in warning Cherrie went for Luter. He was still getting into his trousers so it was easy to push him off balance. Then she went for, Tom with her clawing fingers.
It was a good plan but the two men were too professional to be taken like that.
Tom stepped sideways quickly and drove his fist into Cherrie's stomach. She gasped for breath and fell to her knees and Tom quickly turned and caught Marie before she could get out of the door.
"Let me go," Marie said.
"
"Shut up, bitch," he said.
He pulled her struggling back to the bed and dropped her on it. He looked at the expanse of white thigh that was revealed as she fell, and he licked his lips.
"Nice," he said. "I'm going to enjoy this."
"You leave her alone," Cherrie gasped.
But Tom was unbuckling his trousers and stripping them off his legs to reveal his big cock, already hard again. Marie watched with wide eyes as he knelt beside the bed.
"Have you ever had it in the ass, baby?" he questioned.
"Oh God," Marie said.
"Leave her alone!" Cherrie screamed, and she tried to get to him again but Luter caught her.
"Don't interfere," he said.
"She's my sister!" Cherrie screamed.
"And it's your fault," Luter said. "It's your fault. If you hadn't run away then none of this would have ever happened. You shouldn't have run away."
"Damn you," Cherrie said.
"Go ahead, Tom," Luter said.
Marie fought like a wild animal but she was no match for Tom's strength. And Tom was enjoying himself. His eyes were bright and dangerous as he tore off Marie's clothes. He left her in panties and bra and stood back to admire her.
"She's got a nice body," Tom said. "A real nice body."
"Please leave her alone," Cherrie said. "I'll go with you. I'll go."
"It's too late for that now," Luter said. "You have to learn a lesson."
"Well teach me then," Cherrie argued. "Don't hurt my sister."
"It's all right," Marie said. "Don't do anything they want. I can take it."
But Cherrie knew that her sister couldn't take it. Not the way Tom had in mind. It would harm her for life. Cherrie turned her face up to Luter. Her eyes begged.
"Are you ready to go back?" Luter asked. "Anything you say," Cherrie said. "Only don't do that to her. Not that way."
"You admit that you belong to Harry," Luter said.
In that .moment Cherrie knew it was true. She did belong to Harry. Nothing would ever change that. If she ran away again they would only find her again.
"Yes," she said. "I belong to Harry."
"That's what I wanted to hear," Luter said. "And you know something, I believe you. Let her go, Tom."
"But I'm not finished," Tom protested. "Let me have her. Let me have her ass."
Marie's face had gone white.
"All right," Luter said.
"No!" Cherrie screamed. "You promised!"
"You're coming with me," Luter said. "Don't worry too much about your sister. She'll be all right."
The last Cherrie saw of Marie was her white face as she backed against the wall, and Tom walking toward her with his big cock jutting proudly.
CHAPTER TEN
He allowed Cherrie to hurriedly dress before he pushed her out into the hall. Cherrie kept listening for sounds from the bedroom but she heard nothing.
"Please," she said to Luter. "Don't let him hurt her. I'm doing what you say."
"You are," Luter agreed. "But you have to learn your lesson. This time your sister will only hurt a little bit. Next time...."
Cherrie shuddered as she realized what Luter meant by next time.
Cherrie couldn't afford to run away again.
Cherrie was met downstairs by two other men who helped to push her into a limousine. The driver took her to one of the best motels in the town. He was the only one who went with her. The rest of the men, including Luter, remained behind.
"Aren't they afraid I'll run away?" Cherrie asked the driver.
"You won't run away," the driver said.
The driver parked in front of the motel. He made no attempt to get out of the car.
"Room nine," the driver said. "Harry will be waiting. You know better than to try anything funny."
"Yes," Cherrie said. "I know better."
She walked around the motel until she found room nine. She started to walk right in but then she thought that Harry wouldn't like that. And she had to do what Harry wanted from now on.
She knocked on the door.
"Come in," Harry said.
She stepped into the dull light of the motel room. Harry sat on the bed watching television. He was entirely nude. She wondered how she had ever thought that his body was good-looking. Now he looked like something evil.
"How nice to see you again," Harry said. "Close the door and come in."
She closed the door and walked to the middle of the room. Harry was smiling. He looked pleased that she was there, another slave to add to his collection.
"You ran away," he accused. "Nobody runs away until I want them to leave."
"So I heard," she said.
"You're stupid," he said. "If I was going to try and get away I wouldn't have run back to my sister. Her name was listed on your application for work."
"Damn," Cherrie said softly.
She had forgotten about that application. Her next of kin was listed as Marie and Marie's address was given. Harry had no problem finding her at all.
"It was kind of funny," Harry said. "Watching you start a new life."
"You've been here all along," she said.
"Of course," he shrugged.
She shut her eyes as she felt a red anger go through her. She wanted to rush at him and claw his eyes out. She knew she couldn't. It would solve nothing.
"Come here," Harry said.
She came closer to him.
"Take your clothes off," he said.
His voice was ugly and she felt like a tramp. There was nothing gentle about him. He was going to use her and he wanted her to know that he was using her.
"Hurry up, damn it," Harry said. "Or do you want me to call Luter and ask him about your sister?"
Cherrie quickly started undressing. She stripped off her clothes before his hungry eyes. Somehow she felt dirty standing naked before him. She had undressed for him a lot of times but she had never felt as dirty.
"Shower," he said. "And put on some sweet-smelling perfume. I want you to feel like my whore."
She was like a zombie and she went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She stayed under it for a long while thinking about what her future was going to be at the hands of Harry King.
The answer was simple. There wouldn't be a future. It would be just like Luter had said. She would be used and used and used until Harry grew tired of her.
She turned off the water and dabbed on a little perfume that she found on the cabinet. Harry had come prepared. He also had a comb there and she ran it through her long red hair.
When she reentered the bedroom Harry whistled.
"That's better," he said. "Smelling sweet and perfumy. That's how I like a woman. Come over here."
She drew close to the bed and he took her hand. He put it on his limp prick.
"Just let your fingers play with that," he said. "Until it gets nice and hard."
She felt sick as her fingers laced around his limp cock. She breathed shallowly as she started jerking him off. His was a good cock but it felt slimy, dirty between her fingers.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she lied.
She told him that because it was the answer she thought he wanted. It wasn't.
"Lying bitch!" he said furiously. He grabbed her hair and bent her head down. "You lying bitch. You hate me. Say that you hate me."
"I hate you!" she said savagely.
He released her. "Good," he said. "I want you to hate me. I want you to hate every minute you spend with me. That makes it better."
His cock was growing beneath the touch of her fingers. He was growing harder at each stroke. She felt a little wetness against her fingers from his lubricating fluid.
"I like you," he said.. "That's why I've gone to all this trouble. I think you're a sexy piece of flesh. You're worth money to me on your back with my clients' cocks in you. A lot of money."
He stopped her hand. She had started beating him a little furiously as if she could get back at him by beating his cock.
"Hold on, baby," he said. "I'm not ready to come yet. First I want to talk."
"To talk?" she questioned.
"Sure," he said. "I want to know about you. Has your little vacation kept you away from cock or have you been fucking right along? I want to know."
"I've had some," she said.
"Good," he said. "I don't want you to get out of practice."
He ran his hands down her sides and probed between her legs. She shuddered at his touch. He was worse than Luter even if he were better-looking.
"Do you know what happened to the last girl that ran away from me?" Harry asked.
"No," Cherrie answered.
"I put her on the streets," Harry said. "I made her a whore. Now she's dancing in a show with a donkey. Would you like to know what she does with the donkey?"
"No," Cherrie answered.
"A pity," he said. "Such a pretty little thing. She sucks on the donkey's cock until the donkey gets excited and then she takes the donkey's cock in her cunt. It's really kind of amusing. Do you think you could take a donkey's cock?"
"Oh Jesus," Cherrie said softly.
"I didn't think so," he said. "So don't run away again. I might want to see what an elephant cock looks like or something."
He laughed at his crude joke and he put one hand flat against one of her titties. He squeezed until it hurt her. He flicked her nipple with his thumb.
"Damn," he said. "I always did think you had a real nice pair. Put them on my cock."
"What?" she asked.
"Bend over and rub them on my cock."
She understood. She bent over and captured his hard cock between her large titties. It was an uncomfortable position but she worked as he directed. She kept running his cock between her hot titties.
"Now your mouth," he said. "Take my cock in your hot little mouth."
She adjusted her position and sank down on her knees beside the bed. She took his long rod into her mouth. She opened wide and sucked him all the way into her throat.
"Damn," he said. "You do suck fine. As fine a tongue as I've ever felt."
She started using her tongue and lips on him, tasting a little more of his lubricating fluid. She kept having ugly mental pictures of herself on a stage with a donkey. She had no doubt that Harry would put her there when he was finished. As soon as she quit looking good to him.
She sucked at him with loud noises, almost hoping that he would go off in her mouth. That way she would have it over with for a while. But this wasn't her lucky night, for he soon pushed her away.
"Now get on," he said. "Get on and make me cum. Ride me like the whore you are."
She climbed on the bed and straddled his body. Slowly she lowered herself down on his prick. He did have a fine prick. It went deep inside her.
"Shit," he moaned. "Oh shit, that feels good. Now bounce, baby. Bounce that fine ass of yours."
She did as he commanded, bouncing up and down on his stiff prick as rapidly as she could. She could get no enjoyment out of it but she knew he was enjoying it.
"Fuck," he groaned. "This is fine. This is so fine! Ahhhh, fuck!"
He lost control of himself. He lost the cool that he always had. Now he was savage and he pushed her off him and onto her back. He pushed her legs .up above her head and slammed into her with a savage, deep stroke.
His fucking almost hurt her he was so savage. She had never been fucked like that before. It was like he was punishing her instead of fucking her. Perhaps he was.
His hands went to her titties and he started squeezing them hard. He brought tears to her eyes, but he still wasn't satisfied.
He released her again and made her turn over on all fours. He got behind her almost standing and once more plunged his hot cock into her twat.
"Oh!" she yelled as his cock slammed deep into her. Her hanging titties made good hand holds as he grabbed her again and pulled her against his cock.
"This is it, bitch," he moaned. "This is the way it's going to be from now on. Shit, I love it. I love it!"
She could feel his cock expanding inside her and she knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She was glad. She was hurting from his savage assault. He gave a groan as his cock plunged into her the last time.
"Jesus!" he cried. "Jesus, I'm coming! Oh shit, I'm coming!"
His hot sperm filled her pussy as he continued to give her titties a rough handling.
"Fine," he said. "Fucking fine!"
He fell away from her.
"Turn around," he said. "I want your hot mouth to lick me clean."
She turned and fell on his cock with her licking tongue and lips. In a few minutes she had his limp cock clean of sperm and pussy juice. He gave her a satisfied pat on the back of her head.
"Pretty damn good," he said. "You're learning. I guess you really don't want to play any games with donkeys."
He laughed again and the door crashed open. It surprised both of them. He looked up and saw two men in the doorway holding guns.
"What the hell?" he said. "What the fuck is going on?"
It took her a moment but she recognized Jack and Dan. Their clothes were tom and they were bloody but they were both grinning.
"Bastard," Jack said. "Your little fucking driver thought he was going to stop us. You shouldn't keep such inept people around you."
"Get out of here!" Harry said.
"Fuck you," Jack said. "We came to get our friend and we're getting her."
Harry made a mistake. He was probably beginning to believe his own publicity that he was a tough guy and everybody listened. He rushed at Jack and Jack kicked Harry right in the face.
Harry wasn't pretty any more. His nose busted and blood dripped out. Jack kicked him again. Dan came over and put his arm around Cherrie.
"Let's go home, sis," he said.
"But Marie," Cherrie said. "You don't know about Marie."
"Marie's safe," Dan said. "Let's get out of this place. It stinks."
Harry was crying like a baby when Cherrie finished dressing. The three of them had to step over him to leave the motel room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"But what happened?" Cherrie asked Dan. "How did you two find me?"
"It was easy," Dan said. "Finding you wasn't hard after we discovered what was going on. A man like Harry wouldn't stay in anything but the best."
"I don't understand," Cherrie said.
"You should have told me that it was Harry King you were running from," Jack said.
"You mean you know Harry?" Cherrie said. "Sure," Jack said. "Everything that goes on in our business has some dealings with Harry. He's got his dirty little finger into everything."
"But you hit him," Cherrie said. "And he's dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Jack questioned. "He's about as dangerous as a wet noodle. He's a faker. A big faker. He's got a few friends who help him now and then. Luter's one of them. And Tom. But they won't be bothering anyone for a while. Your little friend caught him with Marie."
"My friend?" Cherrie questioned.
"Kevin," Jack explained. "He called us. He caught Marie being handled by Tom and he called a few of his friends and they really gave Tom a working over he won't forget."
"I don't understand any of this," Cherrie said weakly.
Dan put his strong arm around Cherrie's shoulder and drew her close to him. His fingers touched the soft curve of her titty. He fondled it . gently.
"You don't have to understand, baby," he said. "Just know that Harry won't bother you any more. I have a few friends too, and they're going to take care of Harry."
"Kill him?" Cherrie asked.
"Kill him?" Jack said, astonished. "Boy, you are a blood-thirsty little girl. No, they're not going to kill him. Maybe just talk to him a little."
"I see," Cherrie said.
"Don't sound so disappointed," Jack said.
"I'm not, really," Cherrie said. "I'd just like to see that he doesn't do this to any more girls."
"I don't think he will," Dan said. "This is the fourth time his name will get into the papers about something. We called the police so he'll have to answer some questions. I don't think his friends will like it. I don't think they'll let him play God any more."
"Good," Cherrie said.
Cherrie remembered the white-faced expression of her sister when she'd left.
"How's Marie?" Cherrie said.
"Marie's fine," Jack said. "A little scared but she's fine. Tom shook her up."
"He's enough to shake up anybody," Cherrie said, with a shudder.
* * *
Cherrie didn't know how long she'd slept when she opened her eyes. It felt like days. There was a bright sun coming through her window.
"Cherrie?" Marie called through the door. "Are you decent? I've got a friend with me."
"I'm decent," Cherrie said.
She pulled up the covers to hide herself. Her skimpy little nightgown wasn't enough to hide the best areas. Marie stepped into the room. Kevin was right behind her.
"He wanted to see how you were," Marie explained.
"I'm pretty good," Cherrie said. "I'm a little bruised. What day is it?"
"You've been asleep since yesterday morning," Marie said. "I think you were tired."
"Oh, I was," Cherrie agreed. "I was very tired." Cherrie remembered the pain of Tom's cock slamming into her ass. She shivered.
"How did you manage to get out with being hurt, Marie?" Cherrie asked.
"I was hurt," Marie said. "He had me down to just my panties when this young hero came charging in with his two friends."
Marie ran her fingers through Kevin's hair and he blushed a deep red.
"I was never so glad to see anyone," Marie said. "I'm not a bloody person but it gave me a great deal of satisfaction to see Tom get his face kicked in."
"I would have liked to see that," Cherrie admitted. "I would have liked that very much."
"Tom had a little to be thankful for," Marie said. "It's a good thing it wasn't Dan who came charging in. Dan would have broken his cock." Cherrie giggled at the expression that crossed Kevin's face. He hadn't expected to hear words like that coming from her sister's mouth.
Cherrie could see that Kevin was interested in Marie. He gave her the same sly looks that he'd given Cherrie. But Kevin was a nice boy. He wouldn't make the first move.
"Where is Dan?" Cherrie asked.
"At work," Marie said. "He's gotten behind in his new job so he had to put some extra hours in on it."
"When will he be home?" Cherrie asked.
"Not before tonight, late," Marie said.
"Then we're alone in the house," Cherrie observed.
Marie was getting the idea. A soft smile went across her face. She ran another hand through Kevin's curly hair. It made him turn red again.
"We sure are," Marie said. "Nobody will be home for hours. We're all alone."
Another, more experienced man, would have taken the hint and would have been tearing at his clothes. But Kevin was still inexperienced and it had not even crossed his mind that these two women were coming on to him.
"You know," Cherrie said. "I bet you haven't even properly thanked Kevin for helping us."
"She don't have to thank me," Kevin said. "I was glad to help. I liked it."
He flexed his muscles almost shyly.
"I like a good fight now and then," he said.
"But we should give you some thanks," Cherrie said. "What do you think he'd like, Marie?"
"I don't know," Marie said.
Cherrie was almost laughing. She knew what he wanted. She knew he would have been quick to say it if Marie hadn't been in the room.
"There should be something we could do for you, Kevin," Marie said. "What would you like?"
"Nothing," he said.
He was looking down at his shoes.
Cherrie knew a way to get his eyes off his shoes. She stretched and the blanket fell away from her.' She saw his eyes almost pop out at the vision of her titties straining against the thin nightgown.
He licked his dry lips.
Kevin was thinking that he should leave. What if one of the men from the night before should walk in? Like Marie's husband. He had been in a fight the night before and he had not been able to forget those beautiful white titties of Marie's. He had seen quick glimpses of them as he'd helped his friends beat up Tom.
He wanted to see them again. He wanted to see Cherrie's titties again. He wanted to see them very badly. He could almost see them through the gown die wore.
"Damn," he said softly. "What's she trying to do to me?"
He shifted his weight so the hardening bulge at his crotch would be less noticeable. He saw Cherrie's eyes go to his prick and an amused smile touched at her lips.
She was laughing at him!
After all his trouble the bitch was laughing at him. Well he didn't have to stand here and take it. He could leave. Nobody laughed at him.
"I got to go now," he said.
His voice came out less hard than he had wanted it to. He had wanted to sound mean, to sound like the tough boy on the block. Instead he had sounded like a little kid asking permission to leave.
"I got to go now," he said again, and this time he was a little prouder of himself.
His voice had been harder, more tough.
"What's your hurry?" Cherrie asked. "Are you frightened of us?"
"Hell no," he said.
"Then answer me," Cherrie said. "Tell me what you would like as a present for helping us."
Damn it, he thought. She's making me look like a fool.
He decided that he wouldn't stand for it. No woman was going to make a fool out of him.
"You," he said. "I'd like you."
"Me?" Cherrie said. "You'd like me?"
He was truly frightened now. He had already done it with her but he had heard of women who were crazy in their heads, who one minute would be hotter than a firecracker and the next minute would be screaming rape.
Cherrie stretched and again he saw the outlines of her nipples.
"How do you like that, Marie?" Cherrie whispered softly. "He says he wants me. And all the time I thought he was interested in you."
"I'm hurt," Marie said. "I thought he was too."
"He hasn't been able to take his eyes off you since he walked in," Cherrie said. "Isn't that true, Kevin?"
He was trembling.
"I don't think he really wants just me," Cherrie said. "I think he wants both of us."
"Do you think he could handle both of us?" Marie said. "He looks awfully skinny."
"Skinny men sometimes make better lovers," Cherrie said.
"They do?" Marie licked her lips. "Well maybe he can handle both of us."
"Don't laugh at me," Kevin said. His voice was angry. "I don't want you laughing at me."
Kevin didn't like being teased about his skinny body. He especially didn't like it from these two worldly women. He wanted out of the house. He was sorry he had ever come there. He was almost sorry he had met Cherrie.
Almost. Even getting teased about his skinny frame was worth a piece of ass.
"I'm leaving," Kevin said.
"I thought you wanted to play?" Cherrie teased. "Goddamn it!" he yelled. "I don't want to be teased any more. I'm going home. I'm a grown man. I don't have to listen to this shit."
. Cherrie saw that they had gone too far. She saw that he was more sensitive than she'd realized. He had a lot to learn about women.
"Stop," Cherrie said. "We're sorry. We're through teasing you."
"I'm going home," he said.
"Turn around," Cherrie said. "I told you we were through teasing you."
Kevin turned around. Cherrie was sitting up in the bed and now she drew her nightgown over her head. She wore nothing else. He swallowed as he looked at her luscious body.
"Do you think I'm beautiful, Kevin?" she asked. "Yes," he said.
"Marie's beautiful too," Cherrie said. "Help her get out of her clothes."
Marie! He turned so that he could see Marie and he saw that she too was getting undressed. It was more than he would have ever dreamed could happen to him. Two women and both of them beautiful.
He couldn't believe it.
He helped her with the buttons of her blouse, fumbling with each one. She didn't hurry him because Marie seemed to understand his need to undress her himself.
He got the blouse off and he ogled her beautiful titties. Her creamy peaks were encased in a very low-cut bra and he could see everything but the nipples.
"God," he said. "You are beautiful."
"Kiss me," Marie said.
He felt like he was being devoured by her hot lips. Like burning brands they crushed and burnt his mouth. He felt her wonderful, delicious tongue slipping into his own mouth. She was pressing herself against him and he felt his cock harden. Marie reached down and caressed his cock.
"My," she said. "That thing is certainly not skinny."
He crushed her against him and pressed his tongue into her mouth. He could feel her grinding her crotch against his prick.
He wanted her as naked as her sister. He reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra and freed the luscious mounds. He put his face to her. He licked and sucked at her tits until he .felt her nipples grow hard.
"Ummmm," Marie said. "That's nice. What a sweet loving tongue you have."
"Hey," Cherrie called. "Don't leave me out of things. Come over here."
Quickly he finished undressing Marie and he allowed her to lead him to the bed. Cherrie and Marie went to work on him and they had him undressed-in a few moments. Marie laced her hot fingers around his swollen cock.
"Nice," she said. "You have a very nice cock. I think I'll suck it."
"God yes!" he said.
He liked being sucked. Cherrie had sucked him good and he had not quit thinking about her lips since it had happened. He watched as the black mass of hair went down oh his cock. He gasped as her red lips closed over the sensitive head of his rod.
"Jesus," he said.
Marie was as good a cocksucker as her sister. Marie opened her mouth wide and took him deep into her throat. She was playing no teasing games with him now. She wanted to taste his cum.
"Suck me," he moaned. "Oh Jesus, suck me!"
He was shocked as he saw Cherrie's red hair going toward his crotch. Now both of them were sucking his prick. Cherrie started to kiss his balls, capturing each of his heavy nuts and biting them gently.
"Christtttt!" he yelled.
It was unlike anything he had ever hoped for. Both the red tongues licking at his cock. Large and beautiful titties pressing against his legs. Loud sucking noises as first one and then the other went down on his cock.
"Christ!" he yelled again.
Marie was ready for his cock to come and she opened her mouth and sucked him deep into her throat. She knew how to use her throat muscles to give him the most pleasure.
"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot off in your sweet mouth! Oh Jesus, I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum! Jesus! JESUSSSSSSSS!"
His prick spurted and he heard her swallowing each drop as it went into her throat.
"I want some of that," Cherrie said.
As his cock spurted one last time, Marie's mouth left his cock to be replaced by Cherrie's. He shot his last few drops into Cherrie's mouth.
Still Cherrie didn't release him. She kept sucking at him until he began to feel the ache in his balls again. He was growing in her mouth once more. He hadn't gone limp. He looked down at her sweet sucking mouth and it turned him on even more.
"Oh Jesus," he said.
Marie was getting on the bed. She spread her legs wide and he couldn't resist. As Cherrie kept sucking on his cock he went down on Marie's pussy. He pushed his tongue deep into her hot-tasting cunt.
"Now you're doing it," Marie moaned. "Eat me! Eat me up good!"
He lapped at her cunt like he was starving for pussy. He drove his tongue deep into her delicious sweetness and tasted her tangy cunt juices.
"God," Marie moaned. "He's a natural cuntlapper."
He continued to suck at Marie's cunt until he could stand it no longer. He had to have his cock in her cunt. He got up from the bed, pulling his cock from Cherrie's mouth with a loud pop.
Marie saw what he wanted, and she moaned. She spread her legs even wider and lifted them above her head. She stared hungrily at his hard cock still dripping wet from Cherrie's saliva.
"Come on," she said. "Put that big thing in me. Put it in my cunt!"
Cherrie watched as Kevin climbed back onto the bed and pressed his cock into Marie's cunt. Marie moaned as his big cock slowly disappeared into her. She writhed against him as her cunt sucked at him.
"That's it," she moaned. "Put it in me, baby. Put it in me deep!"
Cherrie was hot and she knew how to get release. She climbed up the bed and pressed her lips to Marie's. A moment later she was positioned so that she could lower her cunt onto Marie's face.
It excited Kevin so much that he almost shot off that minute.
He couldn't believe that he was seeing Marie's red tongue going into her sister's cunt. Kevin started fucking Marie fast and furiously.
"God," he said. "I've never done anything like this. With two women. This is fantastic!".
Kevin was too excited. He moaned as he felt his balls tighten up and then his cock erupted hotly into Marie's wet cunt. He came like a river, shooting large wads up into Marie's hot cunt.
"Ummmmm, Kevin," Cherrie moaned, for Kevin's eruption had caused Marie to start eating Cherrie faster.
Cherrie felt hot waves of pleasure go over her. It was damned fine. She moaned and writhed her hips as Marie continued to suck at her pussy.
"My titties, Kevin," Cherrie screamed, and Kevin understood immediately.
Kevin took his cock from Marie's cunt and allowed her legs to fall. Then he started kissing Cherrie's lips. He kept kissing her for a moment and then his Ups dropped to Cherrie's titties.
Kevin sucked and teased her titties and then he went lower. Cherrie's eyes opened wide as she felt two tongues licking at her cunt. She couldn't believe it. She looked down to where Kevin was stretched out on top of Marie. Marie's tongue was going inside Cherrie's cunt while Kevin was licking the outside.
"Good Gawdamighty!" Cherrie yelled. "This is fantastic! Ahhhh Jesus, I'm coming! I have to come! Oh, Jesus fuck-I'm going to comeeeeeeeee!"
Cherrie's hot pussy juices flooded two mouths and two tongue licked at her for more. It was the most satisfying climax Cherrie had ever known. She collapsed on the bed into a tangle of sweaty bodies.
"That was so fine," Cherrie said.
And Cherrie knew that this was the way it was going to be from now on!
