It wasn't that New York was different to Cheryl. Downtown there was the same sharp bustle and hurry, abruptness and intellectuality that she associated with the greatest city in the world. There were the same contrasts of dirt and luxury, high prices and city accents, the same sense of being where important things happened as against the narrow Midwestern academic world of Brighton.
She was different. Her father was different. In their big, comfortable home on Long Island she had somehow become mistress of the house. There were no servants. These days you contracted for cleaning and the rest from outside small firms. She realized with a slight pang that she was no longer the child. She was more like her father's wife.
John bustled happily as he rejoined his firm with the cloud that hung over him regarding the Gypsy removed. She cooked for him and herself and took care of things. That left a lot of time to see her friends, mostly girl friends, during the day. She took no dates.
Evenings she was either in the city with John or home with him and TV, or alone, as he did his own social business visiting. For three weeks she immersed herself in the cosmopolitan color of New York-plays, nightclubs, restaurants. It was delightful in contrast to Brighton with its White Fountain eatery and the Student Union.
Yet it was all so different! Cheryl felt like a Martian, programmed to understand the local lifestyle, but no longer part of it. The sex with her father made the difference, of course.
At first there was no sex. After the wild night at John's motel when Abby pushed them together, John and Cheryl were shy with one another. A kiss on the cheek, a touch of fingertips was all they could stand. It was the natural drawing back that most people go through when they've taken a giant step against a taboo. Fears and doubts held the fort. Still, Cheryl sensed a rising current of something else underneath. It broke out after they'd been home about a week.
That was a Saturday afternoon, and they planned a big evening in town-a dinner, a show, maybe a night club. It was the first time John spoke of their future.
"I think we'll move to France," he told her. "I could get a job in Paris and we can get one of those apartments at the top of some building where you can look out over all the city. People look on love and sex differently there. You and I could pass for an older man and his younger wife. Physically, we don't look that much alike… What do you think?”
"Oh, Daddy, that would be fabulous," she said. The idea stirred her deeply as a romantic solution.
“Maybe you'll soon want a younger man," he said
"Never!" she insisted. "The Egyptians- Cleopatra-they had brothers and sisters marry. There's lots of incest in modern times, too. A small percentage of people love their own family's flesh. We belong to that minority.”
“Can you be sure?”
"None of the boys I've-been with-turn me on like you do." She hadn't told him about her former hang-up and never would. She loved her father deeply and dearly, physically and otherwise. Only with him had she reached normal orgasm and cast off the lesbian thing. How silly it seemed to her now, looking back on that time she thought she was a dyke. She hadn't the slightest interest in any more girl sex. Abby had set them both right on that. Her father had told her gleefully that he'd lost all interest in anal sex and hadn't made the slightest move in that direction. She felt grateful-it was a most disgusting perversion.
Cheryl went to take her shower, filled with dreams about her strange new life-traveling to live in Paris. It would be fabulous. As she scrubbed she thought about Harold Lissac, the displaced Parisian, in Brighton. What a laugh he'd been. He surely belonged in Brighton, not Paris, and she-
Her father came into the shower. He was naked and had a fierce hard-on. She cringed back for a moment in shock, and then her belly thrilled and her cunt went wet. They kissed and fondled hotly in the shower and he fucked her on the bathroom floor in their desperate need to make love. She had a fabulous orgasm and so did he. They dried off, moved to her bed, and kissed and stroked each other up to a second sex fury. The years of desire had built a bank of erotic desire between them that seemed unending in its surplus.
That was Cheryl's best time since returning from Brighton. They had a dreamy, romantic evening in the city and she knew their new relationship was forever. In the cosmopolitan surroundings it didn't seem odd at all, and she had no interest in the young guys who stared at her hungrily and curled their lips at her old companion. If they only knew!
She spent the rest of that night in her father's bed as they made it twice more… The next week did not go as well. Thanksgiving was coming up and there were increased social obligations. The Paris dream intrigued her, but somehow they once again refrained from sex for several days. The next time she was the aggressor, slipping into John's bedroom in a filmy night dress that enhanced her charms by showing them only partially. That night they experimented with oral sex and she had six orgasms while draining her father of three. On the last one, his prick looked red and there wasn't much semen. Still it was fabulous to have a permanent lover so you could waste time on a complete evening of oral sex.
Still, she did not sleep with her father. Each went to a separate bedroom, and that night, tossing, Cheryl felt a growing sense of unfulfillment. That shouldn't be, because her hang-up was cured.
Abby Windsor showed up the next day.
"Decided to spend the holiday with you folks," said the redhead brightly; "Things are dull in Brighton and my folks had a dreary thing in North Dakota with assorted uncles and aunts.”
Cheryl gave a shriek of delight and hugged her Brighton roommate.
That long week-end was really fabulous. Cheryl showed Abby New York, which the girl hardly knew, and they were constant companions. John didn't seem to mind; he was busy with his own affairs. Cheryl told Abby about their plans for Paris.
"Great,” said Abby, without enthusiasm. "Maybe you'd better wait a while, though before all that commitment.”
"Nonsense. You showed us both how it was. How important we are to each other, John and I.”
"Today's love is tomorrow's forgotten greeting card," said Abby, rather cynically, Cheryl thought.
Cheryl caught on that Sunday afternoon. The girls had had no sex, though Abby got increasingly seductive towards her. Abby could only seduce passively-she could not initiate. That afternoon Abby moved about Cheryl's room naked, almost wanton, as the two girls tried on clothes. At one point Cheryl found herself staring at Abby's ass and thinking about what had happened between Abby and her father.
Abby's ass was truly great. She was a bit more voluptuous than Cheryl. in that department. Her hips and pelvic cage were wider than Cheryl's, yet gracefully curved. Her buttocks were perfect half moons, lush, springy, yet firm. The creases under each cheek made perfect smiles and her crack was pencil slim. Her two dimples above each buttock looked very erotic and the creamy flesh moved with a jiggle that was still taut.
She wants to have me, so I won't complain if she moves on to John for an assfuck, Cheryl suddenly-realized with alarm. Her backside leech is raging again. After that she felt a little sick and very-excited.
Evening. Abby had gone to her room early, complaining that she thought her period was coming, A perfect excuse to seek anal sex, thought Cheryl. After dinner, while John puttered about in his bedroom, Cheryl put on her sheerest panties. They were hardly more than a film of delicate cloth, revealing her blonde cunt hairs and, in the back, her own firm mounds and bold buttocks. Standing backwards to her mirror, Cheryl peered' over her shoulder as she tensed and swayed her bottom. Not wider than Abby's but deeper, more sexy, she thought. She felt a tingle in her cunt and kneaded her naked breasts until she moaned. Her cunt began to wet, and her breath became shorter. She threw on a robe and went otherwise naked, except for her panties, to her father's bedroom.
John had on only his shorts. There was nothing planned for the evening and he was about to take a leisurely shower. He stared at her in surprise.
"I think the time is now," she said in a low tense voice, eyes downcast.
"Cheryl, I-I don't understand.”
But of course he did. It had been destined from the first that he would someday ravage his daughter's asshole. In the beginning his interest in anal penetration might have been a mask over-and a diversion from-the worse perversion of incest. Yet the anal leech excited him and it was not to be put aside.
Cheryl let the robe fall from her body and lifted her arms so that he could see her frontal charms. Then she turned, slowly, deliberately to expose her luscious, deep-cheeked rear. She held that position.
She heard his voice. "I-I couldn't, Cher.”
Cheryl also detected the thickness and knew even with her back to him that his cock had begun to rise in his shorts.
"Abby's here. Abby also has anal attitudes. To protect me, you'd do her, all the time wanting the-ultimate-from me.”
She put her hands on the low bureau and bent over slightly.
"Oh… my God," he went.
"I have three passages that will admit a prick," she said evenly. "You've only known two.”
Her voice might be calm, but she wasn't. Her heart thudded in her chest. She was scared, and was also highly excited. None of the boys she'd had sex with had been interested in back-door banging.
He came up behind her. He ran his hands down her smooth, young body from the front, over her hard nipples, making her gasp a little. He felt the front of her thighs, gently rubbing her cunt in the sheer panties.
"Oh, baby, you are so built!" he enthused. She knew he was naked now and hard. His prick gently touched her back, higher up.
She knew she could still turn it into normal sex, or even oral. That would be safe. Anal penetration was a tremendous risk. If she couldn't handle it, there'd be a gulf between them, no matter how hard he tried to give it up. Sexual desires prevailed against all attempts to control.
"You want to fuck my a-a-ass," she said, her voice breaking a little. "I want you to do it. You have to do it, sooner or later.”
"Oh, Cheryl!”
He hugged her from behind, honoring her courage. She felt only the size and rigidity of his cock. It was going to be sheer murder. He breathed deeply as he played with her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and working them, enjoying the warm fullness under the skimpy panties. Fingers pressed into her crack. Fingers dug into her seam and felt her pucker. She had to jump as the protective nerves, alerted to what was about to happen, gave supersensitive responses.
He was into it now, and already it was too late to turn back. He ran his stiff cock between her deep buttocks and murmured in his joy.
"Gorgeous ass. Breath-taking.”
He slipped her panties down. His hands trembled. He sounded in awe as he stared at her naked behind.
"Oh, Cheryllll.”
She heard the slight, greasy sound as he prepared his cock with Vaseline from the dresser. He put a gob on her opening; it felt cold. Then his cock head nudged her ass-pucker. She was seconds away from anal violation. She wanted to scream in fear and she wanted him to drive it into her, as her lust rose.
He reached over her hip and began to frig her cunt, preparing her. There was no sound in the room but the slight slogging swish of his finger on her clit. Her cunt oils rose freely and she felt deep belly rushes of delight clear down into her legs. Her whole body ached with apprehension, facing this fearful form of sex. Her teeth chattered a little, while she had a hard time swallowing. It was the most vulgar use of a woman's body by a prick that she could imagine. Yet she was excited and would not stop if it killed her. She was his daughter-maybe she, too, had an anal side to her.
Then he bent her down and gently opened her buttocks. She began to feel the fierce pressure of his hungry cock head on her sealed sphincter. She tried to command it to open, to ease his entrance. Instead, another part of her ordered it to lock tighter. She did not want that pink, tender gut opened to the outside world, to cock.
She had though he would stretch her asshole first with his fingers. She quickly realized she'd underestimated his lust for pure ass. His hands tightened on the front of her thighs. Held in a vise, she could not move as he bunted her asshole with his cock, warming the Vaseline, driving it inward. The pain grew and grew and grew.
"Ah-haaaa," she wailed as the cock head slowly opened her thick ass muscle. It felt like his cock was six inches thick and she couldn't possibly stretch wide enough. He grunted in rising animal passion and drove harder. She screamed as both of them felt the dominating cock sliiiiiide heavily through the muscle tissue. It was worse than losing her maidenhead. She went faint and dizzy with the pain of it and the ugly feeling of an unwelcome intruder into this most private and secret recess of her body.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went.
She jerked now as the implacable prick bit into her soft flesh, fully breaking her seal and invading tender parts.
"S-s-steady, baby.”
He was into the red haze of his animal lust. Ass fucking for him was a more serious, dangerous form of sex, exposing his cock to an unhealthy condition, yet winning rewards in the soft, yet less yielding tunnel not made for cock. The pressure of her sphincter as he passed through it was exquisite, an incredible tightness offering tough resistance, arid yet finally to be conquered. Every cornhole was a virgin fuck against that resistance. Her tunnel walls gripped his cock tightly and he thrilled and dry-throbbed at the intense pressure, like fucking soft, wet velvet.
He transferred a hand to her flat belly, enjoying the hard tension of her abdominal muscles locked against that powerful, sure invader that drove steadily upward into her vital, living parts. He'd violated more assholes than he ever admitted to the world and instantly knew that his daughter's was the finest. It was tight silken, supple. Her deep buttocks clenched and eased lusciously against his thighs. More than any part, they revealed her female helplessness against the dominating prick. He could even feel the jerk and quiver of the nerve net far inside her buttocks as she felt every inch of his hard cock opening her up.
"Ah, Dad. Oh, not goooood," she whispered.
She tried all she could to accept this sex, but the pain was fierce and her knees trembled in weakness at this harsh violation. Instead of easing and soothing her, he gripped her harder and, as she gave a muted scream, he fucked his cock tight and deep to its limit up her bowels. She felt the cock palpitating inside of her. It was as if he'd penetrated the very center of her being, pink, quivering and tender, and lay his whole personality and ego on top of her.
"Better-later-" he gasped. "No closeness-like this.”
Then he retracted and she thrilled with a sudden sexy rush. She had to lock her sphincter against that exciting downward sensation. That was a natural body function, to expel, and it was delightful.
He fucked into her again. It hurt, but not so much. Out again. Another rush of sexuality. He started a rhythm; her sphincter loosened and now the plunging cock felt only vaguely unpleasant on its inward trip and deliciously sexy on its outward pull.
"Ah, ah, it's better-weird-kind of sexy,” she gulped.
He lifted her off the bureau and to the floor with surprising strength. She was on her hands and knees, the cock driving into her ass in faster and faster action, bringing her thrills.
"Ah, uh," she went.
She realized that he had somehow got a hand on her clit, inside of her cunt, and now it was almost as good as a fuck, with her pink ass tissues heated and massaged by his driving cock. He was out of his mind with pleasure, gasping and cooing and fucking.
"Oh, what an ass. So tiiiight. Sexy,hot. Body-hot, deep in you fuck-fucking-taking your ass-all the way-“
"Fuck me. Fuck my ass harder!" she cried.
She tried to reach the glorious taken feeling of a master fuck. Instead her pleasure began to fall off. She sensed he had risen to orgasm. She realized her hot, slick hole had sensitized his cock and his belly to where he jerked and lost pace and moaned in extreme pleasure. He was about to seed her behind to his depth with a crazy, wonderful orgasm for him.
Not for her! She'd lose out. She wouldn't be able to cum. She imagined Abby in the same situation whining like a taken bitch and gushing with fury. She gave a sob. There was only one answer. Back to the security blanket she'd always used. As she felt her father glazed to bursting delight from the sweet friction of her asshole, she fantasized sucking Abby's cunt, soft female loins thrashing, velvet girl flesh quivering. She gave a moan of dismay-
"Aaahhh, God!" exulted John.
He clutched her. Immediately she felt his first gush of sperm, laid deep up her gut. Her own belly seemed to explode in her contrived fantasy and she wailed:
"I'm fuuuucked!'“
She began her throbs, locking and unlocking her sphincter on his prick as she came, sobbing out her pleasure even as something inside of her fell away in disappointment. He held her tightly and made her take his relieving spurts over and over as he grunted, gasped and muttered in joy. She faded under him, sliding to the floor under his weight, her ass fully taken but her hang-up back in swaggering power over her. As she wept softly, John thought it was her-relief from the tension of this most important sex encounter in their relationship.
"I can train your behind," he whispered to the sobbing girl. "In a few weeks, it'll feel as good as a fuck, and not hurt much, either. Oh, we'll have luscious times… ”
"Back to Brighton?" asked Cheryl in astonishment. It was Monday morning and John had gone to work while the two girls enjoyed a lazy, late breakfast. Cheryl felt bleak. Her rear end ached this morning from last night's exercise. It was a cinch she didn't have an ass leech. It would be a week before she wanted any more prick back there, no matter how much she loved a man.
"Back to Brighton," said Abby. "Why not? We can catch a noon plane.and be at the Delt house for dinner tonight.”
“Abby, Dad and I are going to move to Paris.”
“Cheryl, dear, don't you know that incest is flash in the pan when other sex is available? A rush, like a roller coaster ride-then poof! All over. A few weeks, a couple of months, that's it. My psychology book says that it's the easiest neurosis to cure. Everybody dwells on how bad it is. Nobody dwells on how hard it is to keep going once the bloom's off the rose.”
“Well, I-I-”
"You think about it. I want to call your father. I'll bet three to one that he's already sorry he promised Paris and all that. You both had your kicks-now back to real life.”
"You're a shallow, stupid person, Abby!" cried Cheryl. "You're also bossy, telling everybody what to do. You suck!" She burst into tears and rushed from the room. Abby Windsor was surely a sex degenerate who moved through the heaviest romance without a smidgen of feeling…
But Cheryl was packed by noon…
On the plane ride back, Abby dozed contentedly beside her blonde partner and surveyed the past with satisfaction. Cheryl and John Wallace were really in a stuck position. First they couldn't ease their sex desires by action, and when they did they couldn't move on. All they needed was a little shove in the right direction.
"You may be right, Abby," John had told her on the phone. "I can't keep up with a hot-blooded young woman at my age. Every time things happened between us I was too worn out to enjoy life for several days. Maybe Cheryl and I should postpone Paris for a while,”
"I'd recommend it.”
"Let me talk to Cheryl.”
Father and daughter talked, and there were a few tears and endless promises, but Abby knew her trip to New York had been wise. Except there'd been no sex for her.
On Tuesday night after dinner Spider Strawn drew aside his roommate, Tom Talbot and the freshman, Harold Lissac. They were at the Sig house.
"Okay, you guys. All semester you promised to jack off for me. Tonight has to be the night.”
They knew what he was after. At the beginning of the term, the Chem Lab had received some new equipment to be used in conjunction with the Biology Department in pre-medical studies. It was a new kit for analyzing the strength of male sperm. Spider needed to make the tests for a term paper he owed Professor Foster. Week after week they'd promised to jack off into a contraceptive rubber for him and week after week they just didn't get around to it. Once again, embarrassed, they promised to do it for him and hand it over tomorrow.
"Huh-uh," said Spider. "I've heard that promise too often. I got only two days left; it's past midterm. We do it tonight. We do it now, in our room.”
He herded them upstairs where he closed and locked the door and then tossed two rubbers out, one to each. Tom and Harold sat there stiff in embarrassment, far apart, each on a different bed.
"What's wrong with you guys?" asked Spider. “In high school you must've gone to jackoff parties where a bunch of guys did it to see how far they could toss. Every kid in America has done that in high school. I did it in junior high.”
"Oh, sure, but that's kid stuff," protested Tom. "We're older now, and it lacks class,”
"Especially if we do it here," said Harold. "I couldn't stand to be watched. If I could go to my room.”
"No going to rooms," said Spider, "We do it now-here-with no more excuses. I aim to get an 'A' in Chem. I have to drag down ‘A’s” to get the bonus money on my job. Start jacking… ”
"You gotta at least do it, too," said Tom sullenly.
Spider grinned at him, took down his zipper, brought out his cock, and had it hard in seconds. Spider, the exhibitionist, had no trouble in getting it out and off at the slightest excuse, in public or private, day or night, fuck, suck, or jack-off. He was a natural animal.
Tom and Harold had less luck. Blushing and fumbling they tried but they stayed soft. Tom couldn't even get enough of a stander to put on the condom.
"Come on, you apes," begged Spider. "It should take two minutes or less. Think dirty. Talk dirty. Do you want some pictures of naked girls?”
"No!" said Harold. "It's-well, it's too cold in here. At least you could close that window.”
Spider went over and slammed down the window.
"Somebody outside might see," Tom protested.
"Not unless they climb that tree outside. I can't think of a body on campus who'd give a red damn if three guys stood around in a room jacking off anyway.”
"Well, don't look," said Tom, shame-faced.
"Tell you what," said Spider. "I'll turn out the lights. I'll even do more than that. I'll do imitations of some of the top campus cuties." He shot his hand out and turned off the lights, leaving them totally in the dark. "I'll pretend I'm, say, that hot blonde, Cheryl Wallace, or the sexy redhead, Abby Windsor. Maybe that'll help.”
The two began to get in the spirit of the thing with the lights out. It was a crazy kind of Spider sex caper. They began to laugh and joke and told Spider they were coming along fine.
"Except the damned rubber cuts the feeling," said Tom.
"So peel off the rubber, you klutz," said Spider. "Put it on just before you shoot.”
Male grunts and laughs in the darkness. Spider started out his imitation of girl voices in a shaky falsetto and that was kicks.
"Oh, Harold,you're fucking me. Oh, I'm so hot. You're prick's wounding me… " Another voice: "Tom, I can't staaaaaand it, it feels so good.”
He got better and better at the imitations. It was, thought Harold, the power of rising sex. That crazy Spider was something else again, the way he could warm up to those imitations. A guy would swear the soft-voiced Abby or the honey-toned Cheryl were right here in the room.
"You guys getting there?" asked Spider after a while, natural-voiced.
"Close," muttered Tom.
"Going right-ah-up," gasped Harold.
"Chug it," said Spider. "Ahhhh, I'm getting there myself. Oh, Cheryl, honey, I'm fuuuucking you deep. Ah, ah. Bet I beat both of you guys. How about a cold six-pack bet.”
"You're on," grunted Tom. "I-I-almost th-there.”
"Smaller cock," laughed Harold, "faster a-a-a-a-action. Too late you guys, I-uh-ohhhhh, I win!”
The lights flashed on. Tom stared in horror. Harold gave a scream. Standing before them in too, too solid flesh were not one, not two, but three fully dressed females. Cheryl Wallace, Abby Windsor and another Delt girl. Grinning at them. Hooting as the two masturbators tried to hold back.
"Go, tiger!”
"Spurt that goal!”
"Blitz, fellas, blitz!”
To make it worse, Spider stood there, zipper closed, his cock not even exposed, as he smiled benignly down on them, the two taken Sigs jogging on their cocks and staring in horror as if their parents had just walked into the room.
Harold gave a screech of agony, but it was too late to stop. His cock might be smallish, but his back-pressure was fantastic. Greasy and graceful loops of jissum shot lazily through the air to fall on Cheryl’s knees and boots. Tom fell back, his cock shooting straight up in the air. Abby stepped quickly forward, held her hands like a tent over the spuming cock and deflected the rich, liquid explosions back downward into his lap to create a soaking pool of shame.
"Ahhh, noooo," wailed Harold.
"Sheeeeeit," cried Tom.
"Welcome, lads," grinned Spider, "to the sexy homecoming of Cheryl Wallace. This is an orgy night that will live forever in the annals of Sigma Nu Sigma!"…
The girls explained they'd sneaked in via the same tree route' that Cheryl had once used. They got busy with tissues to clean up the mess, but it was quickly apparent that there would be no orgy tonight. Tom was so mad that he took a swing at Spider, who ducked. Harold insisted he had to go to his room.
"With Abby and Cheryl, okay, a big joke. I know them. But-in front of a girl I haven't even been introduced to… ”
He referred to Scotty Blair, who'd come along, intrigued by the description of Spider's set of vibrators.
Cheryl saved the day. "Okay, Tom, Harold. Spider tricked you. Hid us in the closet and made you gush. So we'll turn the trick on him. Come on, girls, let's mob Spider and see what kind of stuff he's got inside.”
The three girls jumped Spider, who went down in a heap, protesting.
"No, damn it, no. I want to save it.”
He might've successfully resisted the three girls. There was no way he could save his cock when Tom and Harold helped. Off came his pants, out came his cock. Five hands snatched at it.
"One at a time," giggled Abby. "We'll all take turns. He might have to cum in one of the guys' hands, instead of one of the girls', the sex creep.”
Cheers, scuffles, grunts and loud groans emanated from Spider, "You, you guys, no. You could turn me gay. Don't-touch me-.”
But Cheryl was pretty sure that deep down Spider didn't give a damn how he got it off. He busied himself tearing down the girls' clothes, which made it even more exciting. It was the kinky-minded Abby who settled the manner of Spider's eventual orgasm. As his big cock got red and his eyes began to start from his head and he grunted in the extreme of pleasure, she cried.
"I want it in my hair. I want his jissum splashing in my hair.”
She flung loose her glorious spread of rich red hair and quickly buried the straining prick in the soft mass of it, creating a tunnel in the gleaming cascade.
"Ooohhh,aaahhhh," sobbed Spider, who'd never felt such a weird, lovely sensation. His prick began to buck, spurting thick gouts of semen into Abby's hair as she held it and stroked him to completion. The others stared in admiration at this ultimate tribute of male cock to female secondary sex characteristic. Spider's energetic cock left her hair half-sopping with warm and smelly sperm.
A pounding on the door. Mr. Skelton the house monitor was there, about to end the orgy before it began. By the time the boys admitted him there was a girl under each bed and one in the closet.
"There are women in here," said Mr. Skelton. "I want them to show. I want them out. I distinctly heard voices.”
Spider used his high falsetto, having had recent practice, "There are thousands of us here, Mr. Skelton."
Skelton glared at him. Then the monitor pointed to a smallish girl boot that belonged to Scotty.
"I suppose that isn't an article of female wear?"
Harold stepped forward. "In Paris," he said coldly, "we don't go for the crude, ugly boots of you crass Americans. A man's boot is made for comfort. My mother sent these-I don't want 'em insulted.”
He jerked off his shoe and easily slid his smaller leg inside Scotty's boot. He glared at Skelton in triumph.
Skelton grunted and walked to the closet door. He jerked it open.
"I can see a woman in there, way back in," Spider and Harold stared at each other helplessly. This time old Skelton had them.
Miraculously, Tom Talbot, not noted for speedy metal agility, came alive with a flash of genius, that occasional plunge into brilliance of which many-humans are capable.
"Aha, you bastard!" he screeched at Spider. He jumped to his feet, pointing a shaking finger at his roommate, actuality turning red. "You stole my rubber sex doll. You inflated her. I paid forty-bucks for that frigging plastic beauty and she had real wig-hair! You stole her!”
Mr. Skelton froze.' Mr. Skelton slammed the closet door. He moved to the outside door with unseemly haste.
"Well, dammit, boys, cut out the racket," he said. The door slammed. He was gone.
Cheryl emerged from her hiding place to find Spider, Tom and Harold expiring in mad laughter.
"I don't understand. Why did he beat it when you talked about rubber sex dolls?”
"Be-because-he has one – uses one-" gasped Spider. "He thinks nobody knows. It's the biggest non-secret in the Sig house!”
It took the Sigs quite a while to come down off that one.
The orgy started slowly as the young people quieted down for the real action. Cheryl let Spider ease her down on his bed and they began to kiss. Tom and Harold made a love sandwich of Abby, one pressing her from the front, one from the rear as they teased her to remove the last of her clothes. Scotty stayed happy for the moment, trying out Spider's set of vibrators that she could feel very well through bikini panties.
"Baby, I want you," murmured Spider to Cheryl, slipping out of his shorts. In not quite a half-hour he was hard and ready again. Naked, he snuggled to her.
Cheryl said: "You gave me a horrible time with the Gypsy. Why don't you try the new girl?”
“Maybe later. You're number one, honey."
He went for Cheryl's panties and she let him because she detected real feeling in his voice. Spider Strawn, she realized happily, was involved in his last orgy for a while, because he really dug her. She knew they'd be one-to-one after tonight. The best lover, she decided, was the man who'd done it all, because he wasn't looking for new kicks, for trick stuff he hadn't tried yet. She let him kiss and fondle her until a delicious warmth possessed her cunt and belly and she got randy. The others fooled around. In their shyness they let she and Spider take the lead.
Cheryl felt like an absolute queen as her cunt flowed, her tits glowed and her whole body began to thrill. At last she mounted Spider's belly.
"The buck starts here," she said.
She lifted up, took Spider's hard, ready prick and slid it into her cunt. All she had to do was give it a start inside her cunt lips. Spider, hot-eyed and boiling, thrust deeply into her so she had to grunt.
"Oh, I'm f-fucked.”
"Baby," he gasped.
She groaned at the warmth and hot good feeling of the invading cock as she became aware that the others watched, big-eyed.
"Tom, come here," Cheryl ordered.
It was an act of kindness because she knew Tom also dug her the most and was put out that Spider, the bolder, had captured her, though Tom had been first to have sex with her, Cheryl made Tom kneel at the head of the bed, facing her, beyond Spider's head. She leaned forward, keeping Spider's prick inside. Now she could reach Tom's cock, as hard and as big as Spider's, and feed it into her mouth. As Spider fucked up into her she sucked Tom's prick.
“Hey, you've used up two men,” complained Abby.
"It's my homecoming," laughed Cheryl. Who needed Vassar-an all girls' school? Brighton was her future, like her father before her.
He was all right, back in New York. He'd sold the Gypsy to Abby's father, for Abby's mother, as originally planned and did fine on his job. He told her in a couple of phone calls he'd begun to date a woman more his own age. Before they'd settled the tension between them he couldn't do that. She'd see him on his frequent trips to Brighton. She might have sex with him or she might not. That was the greatest freedom-the ability to say "maybe" instead of "never!" or "every time!" She surely wouldn't let him sodomize her behind any more. She had no desire for that. If, on his trips here, he got his cock into Abby's tail that was their business. She wouldn't ask, she wouldn't know, she wouldn't think about it. No, Brighton was her home for the next four years and she didn't mind giving up Paris, thanks to Abby's timely interference. She owed her roommate so much!
She also owed a lot to Brighton University. Thank heavens, she hadn't dropped out, so by hard studying in the next few weeks she could continue her freshman year and pass all her subjects:… But tonight was homecoming!
Tonight Cheryl was careful with her erotic arrangements. Always before she'd ripped recklessly through sex, on the defensive, fucked and sucked because she had to get that necklace. This was for love, for Spider, Tom and Harold, for her lustful youth and high spirits. She relished the taste of Tom's cock meat in her mouth and the way his belly quivered in good feeling as he looked down to see and feel his cock softly fucking into her mouth. His pleasure rose higher as he could also see Spider fuck her and feel the delicate response movements of her body.
Tom put one hand on her smooth shoulder and used the other to knead her breast. He let her take over. He was happy in sex heaven.
"Oh, my cock," he said. "You're sucking-sucking… ”
It was marvelously easy and rewarding if she kept control and set the rhythm. At first Spider looked daggers at her when she called Tom to join them. He wanted her all to himself. Well, it wouldn't hurt Mr. Smarts to let her take the lead for once. Very quickly Spider forgave her and began to enjoy the extra action. He felt his cock slide in and out of Cheryl's cunt in exquisite friction, while he pleased himself and her by kneading her free breast. He could look up to see the luscious cock suck inches above his head. If Spider's sex heaven was to be completely surrounded by a beautiful fucking and sucking young coed, he'd reached the pinnacle.
"Oh, Cheryl-the fuck of all time," he enthused.
Her body thrilled exquisitely. By sitting on Spider's prick, she had all the advantages of woman-on-top. With a slight shift of her loins she could change the angle while he could control the fuck from below. Her body shook with the luxurious suffusion of honey pleasure. She felt open, involved from her ankle to the top of her head with lustful sex. She was wrapped in outrageous prick slavery; yet she kept just enough of her senses to continue the steady, demanding suck on Tom's big prick.
"I-love you all," she gasped happily, breaking her seal on Tom's cock for a moment.
Meanwhile Abby made do with what was left to her. She got on the same bed as Cheryl and Spider and faced toward the foot of the bed, on her hands and knees, dog-fashion. She placed Scotty at her head and Harold at her crotch. She began to suck Scotty, directing Harold's prick with her hand. Cheryl noticed that Abby's hair still reeked of Spider's jissum, adding an exciting sex aroma to the air they all breathed.
As Abby started her action close beside them, faced the other way, Cheryl thrilled and twisted in joy, titillated by the action of the nude bodies so near.
Scotty with her legs spread wide for Abby's cunt suck cried:
"Oh, God. A Brighton orgy. Nothing like this in Colorado!”
"You'll forget all about vibrators," laughed Abby between sucks on the young girl's cunt.
"I'm doing it! I'm doing it! It's weird," cried Harold.
Abby grunted and groaned in full pleasure. Cheryl thought the Chicago redhead was the fastest cunt she'd ever met, the way the impulsive girl soared right to high joy so rapidly.
"Aagghhh! Her ass," Tom marveled, as he looked at the setup next to them.
"What?" called Spider.
Cheryl stopped sucking Tom long enough to look, meanwhile keeping him hot with gentle jack-off motions, her hand relishing the soft feel of her saliva on his hard prick. What she saw gave her another erotic rush.
"Oh, Abby," she moaned, "you're disgusting.”
"Harold's fucking into her asshole," said Torn, who could see best of all. "Right up in her ass. God, that's crazy. His prick's pushing right up her hole. I'm going to cum!”
"Abbbeeeee," wailed Scotty as she thrust her cunt faster on Abby's face. "Is Harold really gonging in your behind?”
"Mmmmmm," answered Abby happily. Her face was completely smeared by young Scotty's love milk. She shivered as she took Harold's luscious cornhole, deliciously impaled by his prick.
Harold was smaller. Harold was an easier ass fuck. She knew Spider and Tom wouldn't do it. Most of the Brighton boys wouldn't. That was all right. There'd always be a Harold to find, and she suspected that there'd also be Cheryl's father on occasion, if the two of them were careful. She'd avoid offending Cheryl and they could continue as roommates and girl lovers in between male romances.
Even Harold had gained in sophistication in the past few weeks. Right now he stalked-Scotty Blair. His heavy sex with his patroness, Lisbeth Foster, since that night Cheryl and he had invaded the Professor's home, required it.
"You've got to find a girl for my husband," said Lisbeth. "Then we can get together whenever we want.”
Harold loved the mother-type sex with the older woman, who had such a voluptuous body.
"The Delts," he said. "They're mostly sex fiends.”
"Get on it," she said.
So the long-legged Colorado girl would satisfy Richardson Foster, and Abby controlled her. All Harold had to do was please Abby and Abby would manage the rest. He didn't know if he liked ass fucking or not, but he was sure going to try to please Abby!
Spider, from his position beneath Cheryl, had to investigate. He let go of Cheryl's breast and felt in Abby's crotch, easy to do since she'd lifted her loins to the salaam position for Harold's benefit.
"S'God's truth," he marveled. "Cunt's empty.”
He plunged two fingers up Abby's steaming, empty cunt.
"Yorrrrrr," went Abby, jerking in crazed pleasure at experiencing this new pleasure. All her body entrances moved in sex. She nibbled more forcefully at Scotty's pink cunt tissues.
"I hope you don't dig ass fucking," Cheryl whispered in Spider's ear.
"Not for myself, but it has kicks to watch them," he whispered back.
Driven wild by Abby's hotter cunt suck, Scotty reached over and felt Spider's cock plunging up and down in Cheryl's cunt. Both Spider and Cheryl yammered at this extra stimulation, cooing.
The inquisitive Scotty wet her hand on the.fuck juice and then brashly felt for Cheryl's asshole, stirred by Abby's anal sex. Cheryl almost came off the bed as a stiff girl finger violated her sphincter and Scotty felt around inside of Cheryl's gut.
"Does that feel good, Cheryl?" Scotty asked. "Is that good?”
Cheryl wanted to answer but could not. She'd reached ultimate heaven. All three of her holes were sex engaged, mouth on Tom's prick, Spider's cock driving in her cunt, and Scotty's finger reaming her asshole. It was one of those occasional miracles of sex. Her whole body turned into silken gold, suffused with rich feeling, every body cell turned on and scintillating. It was like an awesome religious experience. Cheryl fucked faster on Spider's cock, lifting high above her usual sex tension.
Still she kept up a rocking, riding suck on Tom's cock, while she involuntarily squeezed down on Scotty's finger with her sphincter.
She hung in a gossamer world of all-pervading sex. Time stopped for her. Her every sense sharpened-sight, sound, taste, feel and smell. She came alive in a complete way, reaching a plane of total involvement and vulnerability. All was set for a swift, sweet fall into the orgasm of all time as she hung in velvet space, cock-mastered.
But the others came first. Scotty, made dizzy by feeling inside the ass of the queenlike Cheryl, thrust her cunt forward on Abby's face and throbbed. Abby cried out, twisted and spent, clit tortured pleasurably, cunt filled exquisitely, by Spider's hand. Her sphincter clipped furiously on Harold's cornholing cock. She spent gloriously. With a yip of joy, Harold came, proud of his daring act of buggering Abby and exciting everyone. He dug his small cock deep in Abby's butt and let fly juice spurts of manhood.
Tom burst in Cheryl's mouth almost at the same time.
"Yike, yike. Goooqod!"
Spider groaned. He could feel Abby's cunt quake.around his fingers, and hear her soft, desperate joy-cries. He could feel Harold's cock convulse and spend through the thick membrane that separated Abby's vagina from her rear tunnel. He could look up and see Tom's cock syringe off gobs of jissum into Cheryl's mouth, which she swallowed. He gave a shudder of ultimate happiness.
"Fuuuucking!" he chortled and spent.
Cheryl felt, tasted and swallowed Tom's spurts, warmed by the effusion of body-hot sperm down her throat. She felt Spider's crazed spurts against her womb as he spent his guts out. Hung in a golden web, she savored the deep male pleasure until both men tapered. Then she released Tom's spent cock and sang:
"Glorrrreeeeee.”
Furious joy. A preliminary aching throb and then her Big O-absolutely incredible waves of female orgasm sweeping through her body, surging waves of pleasure beyond anything she thought a human body could experience.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh-help meeee'ee! Ahhhhhh!”
On and on, twisting, rocking, rolling, surging, she gave up her sex, body insane with sweet orgasm. Her breasts, belly, cunt, buttocks and sphincter all joined in as she went into sex hysterics as the others watched, fascinated. Throb. Throb. Throb. It was the ultimate girl cuntquake of all time for her, beautiful and taken. She was a luscious vixen, fucked to the limits of glory.
"Oh, oh, oh-”
Long after she tapered, she would stiffen and throb some more. She had to laugh hysterically to relieve the jay-rushes. The others watched anxiously.
"Are you all right?" asked Spider.
"N-never better," she insisted.
"I wish I could go like that," marveled Abby.
"Me, too," said Scotty.
"You will, both of you," Cheryl promised. She relaxed in a vast ocean of sweet after-sex relaxation.
The best part was that her hang-up was gone once again, and she knew it was gone forever-as long as her roommate Abby was around. That meant at least three more years until Abby, a year ahead of her, graduated, and in that time she'd learn to control it all, Cheryl knew. No more fantasizing of girl orgasms or sex while she was with boys.
She reached out and squeezed Abby's hand. Their eyes met and she saw that Abby understood.
"How about a few beers while we rest for the rest of the orgy?" asked Cheryl, finally recovered. There were cheers followed by "shushes" and giggles. It was going to be a super homecoming for her, Cheryl knew. They'd fulfill Spider's dream of creating a legend in the Sig house. The Delts and the Sigs would reach a sort of campus immortality that night, and Cheryl, who'd once hated Brighton, was proudest of all to be the center of it.