Cheryl's hot hand traveled down over the slight rise of Abby's lower belly. Abby's skin was soft, moist and silken. Hardly daring to breathe, Cheryl extended her fingers to feel wire-like pubic hairs. Her fingers coiled in Abby's thick bush and still the redhead stood like a statue, saying nothing, letting Cheryl explore her body.
Wetness. Abby's pubic patch felt like a satin, sodden washrag in her vigorous cunt flow. Cheryl's fingers ran over swollen cunt lips that were slippery with exuded girl honey. An incredible flow! Even the firm, smooth inner thighs felt slick.
With a groan of desire that was almost a whine, Cheryl sank to her knees before her roommate. The act she'd fantasized so often was within seconds of accomplishment. Her own cunt was so hot she feared she'd have to hunker and throb into orgasm. Her whole body was a flaming network of sex hunger.
Her eyes opened wide as she stared directly at her desired heaven and probable doom. Abby's cunt, small, pink under the glossy red hair patch, ripe with gland fluid, musky to the smell, swollen with unfulfilled desire, waited, defenseless, for her attack.
Cheryl slid her hands inside the robe to clamp on Abby's buttocks. The springy, yielding globes felt extremely exciting. Thus anchored, she brought her lips to Abby's cunt lips. A nerve in Abby's lower belly quivered under the fine skin. Then Cheryl drove her tongue firmly into the heavenly grotto. She tasted slickness, soft pink textures and the obstinate nub of clitoris hidden inside the steaming vagina. With a sob of relief in her throat, Cheryl sucked cunt tissue and clitoris into her mouth, slurping down the delicious syrup of the beautiful girl.
Abby's reaction was instantaneous. There were no screams, no sudden jerking away for freedom, no outraged scoldings. There was only Abby's fast, light breathing, and then the insistent push of her pelvis against Cheryl's face, as Abby widened her legs to give more access and her hands gently guided Cheryl's head, fingers locked in Cheryl's blonde hair.
It seemed to Cheryl like golden moments of precious time, set apart from anything she'd known so far as she crossed the boundary she'd never dared cross. She gave Abby's fast-running cunt a half dozen or so luscious sucks while Abby undulated and moaned in pleasure, and then Cheryl knew she'd captured her victim. Abby's whole body was under Cheryl's control.
Cheryl rose, sliding her hands sensually, with relish, up the smooth skin. Abby still stood as one in a trance, making whimpering sounds of disappointment in her throat, now that the pink tongue no longer violated her sex center, Cheryl swung Abby around and walked her back into the bedroom to her bed, saying the words she'd never expected to hear herself say.
"Abby, you little fox, I'm going to girl-fuck you.”
"I-I-I-" was all Abby could manage as she collapsed on Cheryl's bed, her robe falling back. Her eyes still looked vacant.
Cheryl slid out of the rest of her clothes, her whole body burning now with greater fires as she got ready to enjoy this forbidden sexual feast. The light cosmetic of Abby's erotic juice had dried on her nose and lips, the smell thrilling Cheryl to her toes. It was dainty-it was animal. She hungered to attack the fabulous vagina again, but she made time stand still for her. She wanted to miss none of the delights along the way.
Gently, she sank her naked body on top of Abby's nudeness, face to face, breast to breast, hip to hip.
"God!" she breathed as she gathered all the open charms into her arms. It was pure heaven. The finely-textured skin, the voluptuous, warm body was all hers. Yet she moved slowly and gently, first savoring the full body hug, drinking in through her own flesh the overall feeling of Abby's total nudity and surrender. She felt the tight lock of belly and breast and the gelid warmth of the softly breathing girl. She sensed Abby's strong, fast heartbeat in the lesbian excitement. Cheryl laughed softly in relief at having won her desires to this point.
She took the redhead's beautiful face between her hands and kissed a satin cheek. Blue, unfocused eyes seemed to open endless avenues of sex promise to Cheryl. Emboldened, she fixed her lips on the soft, petal-like curves of Abby's mouth. The submitting girl's lips fell open obediently and they kissed in a long, hot embrace. Gleefully Cheryl extended her tongue into Abby's mouth and twined it with Abby's tongue, tasting sweet syrup that flowed lusciously and nibbling Abby's sweetmeat as Abby's milk-fresh breath exploded on her cheek. Heaven!
Cheryl became aware that she unconsciously undulated her loins against Abby's sharp pelvis. The girl's bony ridge pressed open Cheryl's cunt lips and stroked against Cheryl's clit, making her body sing with joy. She had re-discovered the age-old form of lesbian sex contact.
"Oh, Abby, that's faaaaabulous," she whispered, caught up for long, golden moments in fucking against Abby's pelvis and cunt. The fresh gland flow of the two young girls wet both bellies very rapidly. Air sucked obscenely and deliciously between naked stomachs.
Cheryl gave a soft, silvery laugh of pure ecstasy and nipped and nibbled at the soft skin around Abby's throat, her tongue seeking little love points to make Abby shudder. She found them and Abby gave little gasps and cries as she shivered at the erotic attack.
"Ah, ah, ah." Abby had started to move her own belly under Cheryl’s weight, adding to the joy of lascivious contact. Cheryl felt a swelling, swooning lusciousness that made her fear she was going to rush to whooping, delighted orgasm.
"Ohhhh, Abby," she groaned.
Reluctantly she broke contact with the lush nudity. She wanted cunt. She wanted to eat Abby's cunt gently, insistently, powerfully and totally so that Abby went out of her mind with pleasure and screamed softly in bursting happiness. Cheryl dragged a wet tongue down the salty skin of her lover, leaving a wide patch of glistening saliva. That would give Abby a tingle!
"Uuuu, uuuuh," went Abby as Cheryl locked again on the swollen vagina.
Sure of herself now, yet wanting to explore, Cheryl parted Abby's legs wide and ran her fingers possessively over the side of the cunt and pressed and stroked to get the sensation of fondling another woman's sex center. She marveled at the sweet play of the flesh, the healthy pink of the inner tunnel, the little red dart of Abby's clit, extended as if begging for action, and the soft varnish-gloss of Abby's scintillating body. She worked her finger deep inside Abby's vagina, feeling the body-hot interior, the slick grasp of the tight hole, and savoring Abby's quick gasps of hot pleasure.
"Oh, I'm dying for it," cried Abby.
These were just about her first coherent words, and with a laugh of relief at the permission granted, Cheryl resumed the cunt suck. She fingered forward the pink tissue until she could catch the girl's clitoris and some surrounding flesh in a suction peak inside her teeth. It was instinctive-what she would have liked done to her.
Holding that circle of flesh with the clit firm, Cheryl laved and stroked around and on Abby's main sex nerve with her tongue. That clit had the same sensitivity as the rich nerves just under the head of a man's cock. The results were fantastic.
"Ah, ohhhh, greee-ate!" gasped Abby. Soft thigh muscles strained as she lifted her pelvis in delight-shock at her taking. That wicked tongue fused Abby's whole network of pleasure nerves, making her body leek in exquisite joy. It felt so good she had to jerk and strain at the suffusing, mind-blowing ecstasy.
To add to her pleasure, Cheryl kept reaming into Abby's tight cunt with her finger, making Abby's vagina glove down on the finger in all out fuck-delight.
"Haaa,heee, hooo," gasped Abby, twisting to higher and higher joy.
Cheryl rose with her lover's rapture. Abby's soft thighs tightened around Cheryl’s head, blotting out all sound, and Cheryl could only see white, soft flesh and red pubic hairs. She was engulfed in the pure sweet world of hot cunt sex. She'd often dreamed of performing cunnilingus on another female and she'd seen it once. That must be why she was an expert on her first try.
Cheryl sensed Abby's pre-orgasmic state. Her victim hung there, impaled on Cheryl’s tongue, grunting and thrusting her pelvis. Up above, Abby kneaded her own breasts, head twisted back, her whole body a tensing, squirming network of joy as she got ready to pay off her total femininity to her roommate's demanding suck.
Cheryl eased off a bit. She slid her finger out of Abby's cunt. Far better to let the girl hang there on the edge of orgasm, tease and torture her gently, until the taken one was ready to scream for relief. So exquisitely tuned was she to Abby's body that she could tell exactly how close to wipeout Abby was…
Abby existed in a pure state of sex heaven. It was the best girl sex she'd had since high school, mostly because she stood in awe, and was almost in love with, the blonde New York girl. She'd hungered for Cheryl’s touch since the chapter president had told her she had to take Cheryl as a roommate because of Mr. Wallace's campus power. She certainly wasn't going to object. It made sense anyway since both the fathers of the girls were old friends and important alumni, even if the girls had never met.
Cheryl had an impressive New York cool. Not only was she more beautiful than the other Deltas, but she had the proper big city grooming, the right clothes, and knew how to wear them. She knew how to handle herself in all situations. Even though she was a freshman, Cheryl impressed all the Delts, if she only knew it. When she griped about wanting to go to Vassar, nobody laughed at her. She was a superior female who ought to be at Vassar, not Brighton, and they all knew it.
So Abby lusted for Cheryl and feared to show it. The cool blonde could wipe you out with a word or a look if you did the wrong thing. On top of it all was that stupid business with the necklace to make Abby fear Cheryl even more.
Then suddenly tonight a more human Cheryl appeared, with stained pants and lust in her own eyes. Abby had been so fascinated with the honey body of her roommate when she stripped half nude that she'd started to go into her sex trance.
Only one other woman had been able to capture Abby in a sex trance; that had been Miss Robbins, the women's coach at her high school, who'd given Abby her first lesbian experience.
"Abby, your father wants you on the varsity tennis team.”
"Yes, Miss Robbins. He said I'd get a new car on graduation of I made the varsity this year.”
It was Abby's senior year and she really wanted that car. The hitch was that she was a marginal player. There was only one slot to fill on the varsity and there were a couple of other girls as good, not seniors.
The two women were aloe in the gym. Miss Robbins was no bull dyke. She was slim, blonde, and wore glasses. She spoke softly, telling Abby that she'd have to have a special reason to promote Abby to the team. Abby was such a beautiful girl that Miss Robbins would like to promote her. Nothing crude. Just Miss Robbins standing close and undressing Abby, soothing her with soft words, talking about how women could do so much for each other because they were differently sexed than men.
Abby offered no objection. She wanted the car. She liked Miss Robbins. Above that, she had just broken up with her boyfriend after a glorious introduction to normal sex. The pain of that loss hung heavily on her and it was the first time she learned that lesbian love was a terrific antidote to male love when a man had just broken your heart.
So Abby let Miss Robbins seduce her and go down on her in the romantic (to her) gloom of the gym, experiencing that wonderful sex trance for the first time where she just stood there and opened up her body to the use of another woman's hands, mouth and body. At the last moment, that first time, Miss Robbins held Abby's wrists as her tongue forced the nubile young girl to orgasm, and Abby reveled in that imprisonment. By holding her arms, Miss Robbins took away all chance of resistance, it seemed, and Abby was blameless as her body locked and she spent in furious joy.
Abby made the team and brought them no shame, even if she set no records. She got her car and enjoyed a dozen or more romps with Miss Robbins, who shed real tears when Abby graduated…
Cheryl decided Abby wasn't going to stand much more teasing. The hot redhead had gone into a fit, almost like an epileptic. Her head, moist from passion, swayed as she moaned. Her body twitched with the hunger to be pillaged. Her soft muscles quivered. Her eyes looked vacant and she dug fretfully at her breasts.
Meanwhile, Cheryl had been having her own special joy as she kept Abby twisting on the back burner. She had a hand between her legs, fucking herself off joyously while she kept her lover hot. Her loins thrust with youthful passion against her hand and deep, deep thrills suffused through her body until she glowed white hot. The other hand moved pliable skin of Abby's lower belly while Cheryl's tongue flicked the clit to keep Abby bouncing and begging.
Cheryl was light-headed with her own orgasmic desire. It was harvest time for girlhood. Cheryl let go of her cunt, seized both of Abby's arms, and held them tightly so the girl couldn't escape. Then she laid a firm, insistent demand suck on Abby's cunt and clit.
"Ha-roooo!" went Abby.
She strained right up, lifting Cheryl's head and froze with animal whimpers of joy. Her paralysis ended with strong cunt throbs of ecstasy as Cheryl finally let her juice. Wham, wham-what powerful jolts of relief the girl had in her!
"Oh, Cheryl-lush-us," keened Abby, jerking as she spent.
Cheryl seemed to travel with her partner as the white-hot shocks of relief turned Abby into a happy spastic. It blew Cheryl's mind to feel that sexual surrender in another, triggered by her own love-making. Each delicious throb of Abby's squeezing cunt was a tribute to her. It would be impossible for a woman to have a greater orgasm, Abby's was so strong.
Her body burning in the same white-hot fervor, Cheryl finally let go of Abby's wrists and used both of her hands on herself to reach sex heaven, bucking off to joy, to a delicious muscular freeze and the relief of hot cunt throbs. Her face was still buried on Abby's cunt. Cheryl spent and spent, and sighed, and throbbed some more in this virginal completion of a lesbian love act. At last her thrilled cunt tapered off to occasional jerks and she seemed to ease down into a velvet world of true euphoria, sex needs satisfied. She lay for a long time, glowing, lightly kissing the soft skin of Abby's thighs as the girl juice dried. Regular breathing up above told her that Abby had been worn out and fallen into sleep after the hot suck. Just as well, because Cheryl felt too far away from the mundane world to want to talk about what had just happened.
She slid the redhead under the covers of her own bed and got into Abby-'s bed. She just wanted to sleep herself, the tension of the past month at last topped off by the glorious burst of passion, the wild sex and, at last, restful euphoria. Cheryl slept…
Once in the grey light before dawn Cheryl awoke. Her body felt good. Her soul felt black, ruined, monstrous. With the passing of lust had come the deepest guilt and shame Cheryl had never felt. Now she would never be able to overcome her crummy fantasy of girl orgasm when she made it with a guy. Her little whirl at fellatio last night had been her sex suicide. As long as she'd never touched a woman, she had hopes of beating her hang-up. If she kept on having sex with guys, she'd reach normal orgasm sooner or later, despite the fantasy. No more! Last night she'd destroyed all that. From now on when she had boy sex she wouldn't be able to keep the picture of actually taking Abby out of her mind. She would probably have to spend years in psychiatry. Worse. Maybe last night's act was a first, step toward lesbianism as her only sex outlet. Maybe she was a bull dyke!
Cheryl averted her eyes from the other bed and wept. That damned necklace had started a chain of events that seemed destined to destroy her!…
She awoke the next time to clatter and confusion. The Sigmas had pulled their surprise wake-up breakfast on the Deltas. This was a common sorority-fraternity custom in every university. Certain fraternities and sororities seemed to pair off for social events, and the Sigmas had close ties with the Delts.
Cheryl had gone on the last one with the Delts to invade the Sigma frat. The girls gathered, giggling, before dawn and then invaded the Sigma house with the connivance of the house mother. While some of them went through the bedrooms loudly beating on pans and shouting to wake up the sleeping boys, others centered on the kitchen to make a breakfast for everybody. After a few grumpy moments on the part of the sleepers, a good time was had by all with the bountiful food and youthful good spirits. Today the Sigmas returned the favor as Tom had suggested to Abby last night.
Cheryl felt Abby's warm body alongside hers in bed. Sleepily she pulled back in horror. She wanted no further girl sex. She heard the banging and shouting in the other rooms and in the hall. Somebody banged against the door, but it was locked, and after a few blows the person went away. Just like Abby, Cheryl's redheaded roommate had wanted more privacy for them. Poor Abby! Seduced by Cheryl and probably all shook up and wanting more cunt-sucking without realizing the doom it meant for both of them, her roommate had locked the door.
Cheryl reached over and shook Abby to put her straight, to tell her how bad she felt about last night and that they must never, never touch each other again. Her hand fell on Abby's naked belly, but it felt wrong. Her hand slid down, exploring as she sleepily raised her head. Abby's hair was too short. What the devil-
Just as her hand fell on a boy's shorts with a big, hard cock inside, her eyes focused and Cheryl found herself staring with shock into the face of Tom Something-or-other. He was in bed beside her, and he wore only his shorts. Plus a magnificent hard-on.
"Hello-Abby," Tom grinned.
"I'm not Abby!" squeaked Cheryl in amazement.
"This is Abby's bed," said Tom. "There's nobody else in the room.”
"Oh, my God!”
His hand had closed over her hand as she held the stiff prick in its prison of jock shorts.
"You can't bring-it-bring that-do what you're doing," Cheryl squealed. She tried to pull back and get out of bed. He held her hand on his cock.
"Abby owes me sex. You're Abby," he insisted, his eyes dancing. He gathered the naked Cheryl to his big, warm body.
"Oh, my goodness, I don't think we're allowed to do this," said Cheryl. "Anyway, I'm not Abby. I'm Che-Cheryl.”
"Hello, Che-Cheryl," said Tom. "I'm Tom Talbot.”
He'd pulled her to his big male body. His cock in his shorts pressed against her belly, hard, insistent.
"I can't touch you!" she cried, "You're my roommate's boyfriend.”
"I'm not. Last night was our first date and you can touch me.”
“The house mother would scream bloody murder.”
"The house mother's busy. Also, I'd guess that two or three other bedroom doors are locked. This is the first time I've been on the inside. Oh, Cheryl, I dig you.”
"You pervert! You came in here and found Abby gone. You pulled back the covers and saw me naked.”
He ground his prick on her belly. "Did I ever!" he enthused. "What a thrill. Anyway, your roommate doesn't dig me too much. She's always talking about some Chicago guy named Alien.”
All of this time, Cheryl had been thinking furiously. After the first shock she didn't mind at all finding a handsome male with a stretched cock in bed with her. After what had happened last night, the one thing she needed above all was normal sex. Maybe the act with Abby had cured her, not thrust her in deeper! Maybe those lesbian visions would vanish now that she'd really girl-fucked. Tom was handsome and a good lad; she'd seen him around a couple of times. It was a great chance to find out where she was sexually.
"I can't possibly touch you," she told Tom. She ground her smooth belly against his, his big cock prisoned between them. He groaned in pleasure.
"I-guess-I know that. Too crude.”
"Right," she said. "I hardly know you." She burrowed her hands under the covers and released his cock from the shorts. It almost filled both of her hands, a fabulous prick.
It lay warmly in her hands, incredibly rigid, and she moved the soft skin over the hard muscle. Tom's eyes got big and he gurgled.
"I don't suppose I could talk you into-ahh-into." he stammered.
"No way," she said. "I'm not a loose girl.”
She felt the soft drippings of his pre-seminal fluid seep onto the rounded cock head. Pre-seminal fluid drove Cheryl crazy. She loved the satiny feel of it, the clear, crystal look of it, the acrid taste of it.
"S-s-still, if I could rest a mooo-minute," he said.
"Perhaps a few seconds," she muttered.
Her cunt was a syrup factory again. Thrill chills shot up her spine and her belly felt a glow of anticipated sex. What a lovely prick! Her breasts burned. She scooted under the covers and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked off the luscious pre-seminal flow.
"Ooohhhh," he went, bunting his loins. "Oh, God, an oral woman. I need an oral woman.”
She hadn't thought much about that. But now that her mouth capped the head of his prick, she ingested more of the tasty shaft. The meat taste, the hard muscle resisting her teeth and tongue excited her.
She threw back the covers to get air and looked at his prick. Big. Red. Fussed. Huge veins feeding a powerful love muscle. Genial Tom Talbot had one magnificent girl-wonder, and she doubted that Abby would mind. She laughed and bit his prick sideways. Then she licked the faint teeth marks and he crooned in pleasure. Tom could take a strong cocksuck.
"There's no fun in oral for me," she said.
"Fix that easily," he said.
He swung her slim body on top of his and dove his head into her saddle.
Cheryl almost died of happiness as his tongue bit into her cunt. A male cunt-sucker. Lots of guys wouldn't do it. Tom would, and he was doing it just great as she hunkered and sputtered and felt first-class sex rushes from his expert use of her clit.
"I think-you've got-the combination to-the safe!" she cried.
He slurped her fulsome cunt fluids. He ingested pink cunt tissue with a powerful suck and laved her clit. Rich waves of pleasure raced through her body.
"Who-goes first?" he gasped.
"Both together!" she cried and seized his cock again. She plunged it into her mouth and gave him exquisite head bobs and suck pressure. He was game. His throat made cream sounds of pleasure but he kept up his cunt suck. A real oral eagle! Maybe an Ail-American, she thought, her breath going as fast as her heart.
She wallowed in his naked flesh, digging pleased fingers into his strong thighs, exciting her breasts with side to side movement on his belly, concentrating on a steady, demanding suck that this fabulous cock would require. He was both masculine-hard and vulnerable tender as his body rocked but his nerves quivered. It was the cocksuck of his life with this luscious, hot blonde on top of him. Everybody said the New York girl was something else again-and she was.
He just held on and did what he had to do, driving his tongue into her velvet tissues, unsealing her tight vagina with a finger now and again, and clearing away her.sweet girl honey with gulps of joy and.lascivious suck sounds. His hands traveled up and down her slim, golden body, soft as satin, firm in youth and he was so hot for her he tried to dig his nose into her asshole.
Cheryl knew how to handle prick. Sometimes her hand helped her mouth as she worked the slippery skin. Sometimes she let go to lick up and down the barrel of the cock, tongue slick and teasing. She dabbed the underside of the cock head where the thick nest of sex nerves fed singing joy into his body and then moved down to ingest his balls gently in her mouth, creating new joy bugs in his sperm factory.
It was easy to read his signals. There were gurgles and gasps, tender shiftings of his body, a tensing of his hard, firm buttocks and the swift, eager fuck-thrusts of his loins. He flew way up in the sky on the magic carpet of sex.
"Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmm," he managed, mouth busy, and as expert on her box as she was on his groovier.
At first it wasn't so easy to give him rich head while enjoying her own rutting passion. Yet she dived into the delight of the double suck, gyrating her loins, reaming her pelvis on his face and thrilling higher and higher with his tongue action. Sometimes he punched it into her cunt, soft and wet, yet firm enough to make her feel penetration. Other times he laved past her clit, being careful not to ride on it harshly.
She had to let go of his cock a minute to draw deeper breaths in her ecstatic joy.
"Awwww. wuf, wuf," she barked. Dog sounds. Bitch. Bitch in heat.
Now the burn inside of her belly was intense, creeping up to her breasts with her nipples extremely sensitized, creeping down to her calves. She would have to explode this cock and master it before she went whining into her own orgasmic heaven, or she'd leave him hanging. Her pride wouldn't let her do that. Her pre-orgasmic sensations were so incredibly delightful that she got that shivering feeling of wanting to jump out of her skin. It was an approach to a locking, ineffable concentration of nerves and muscles that opened her whole womanhood, a tightening so fierce and pleasurable that her body then had to go into spasms to open out into orgasm and relieving throbs.
She closed her mouth tighter oh the upper end of his prick and used her teeth more to nub his ridge of pleasure under the cock head. He throbbed in ecstasy, squirmed.
"Hoooo," he went.
Now! Right past his protest throbbings, she sucked and demanded the treasure of his balls and interior sex equipment. He gave a massive groan of pleasure at her breaking his masculine seal and went still to prepare his muscles for the crowning spurts of joy. At the last second before he had to surrender to orgasm he notched her cunt and dug a thumb at her asshole. The rich nerves around her anus joined the exploding female network of pleasure.
"Aahhh,eeee," she went, thrilled to the limits. No one had ever used her asshole against her like this before.
Spurt! She barely managed to hold and swallow his first cream burst as he sang out his joy.
Then it happened-as it always happened. She began to slide off orgasm. Whining as she drank Tom's exploding cock she reached out mentally to grab her old security blanket. Her cunt was being violated by a girl, her own mouth mastered not a cock, but a steaming bitch cunt. Suddenly it was the soft, sexy Abby under her, like last night, and Cheryl pitched into massive orgasm, tightening her thighs around Tom's head and squeezing her cunt in ecstasy.
"Mmmmmm," he went.
"Rrrrrrr," she went.
They clung and worked out their passionate bursts of orgasm, he with leaping sperm, she with powerful vaginal throbs and squeezes.
Yet, even as she surrendered to the singing pleasure of orgasm, she had to hold tight to her fantasy of Abby's soft body under her, girl straining and gasping, feminine face sweating in passion, nipples taut on big breasts, milky thighs closing, taken cunt pulsing in rhythm to Cheryl’s own throbs. In the safe imagined world of girl orgasm, Cheryl could enjoy her own orgasm, no other way.
Tom tapered off and she knew he didn't realize what had happened inside of her. He cooed his delight as he carefully removed his big cock, red and fussed from her mouth, empty but still stiff.
"Rough. I'll feel it later, but I like a hard suck," he said. "Oh, Cheryl, I love you. What are you doing for dinner tonight?”
She had to talk her way out of that. Still, like all her boyfriends, he was easy to handle now that he'd achieved orgasm with her. He dressed and left, eager to join the fun at the breakfast downstairs. She told him she had to get a shower first.
Instead she lay on the bed in her usual sex dilemma, body glowing from the euphoria of sex, soul aching in misery from her peculiar hang-up. Seducing her roommate had changed nothing. All it did was replace her old fantasy with a new one.
She knew the source of her problem. It had happened years ago when Cheryl was twelve or thirteen and her mother was still alive. She had gone to the big bedroom in the Westchester mansion to ask her mother some question-and found the big, blonde woman she worshipped so much going down on the young Puerto Rican hairdresser. Maria was a young girl of great. Latin beauty, soft, big-eyed and feminine. Cheryl's mother was a forthright, well-built but dynamic woman who seemed to dominate everybody.
Her mother's big, golden body covered Maria's brown one as they lay naked on the bed. Her mother had captured Maria's head between her thighs and made her suck. At the same time her mouth had Maria's legs far apart and busily serviced the hairdresser's glossy-haired pelvis. The young girl squirmed in protest.
"Oh, no,Mrs. Wallace. no, no, no," she cried.
But there was no escape for the poor Maria, captured in a feminine sixty-nine position.
"I want you," Cheryl's mother insisted in a husky voice and, as usual, she got her way. Maria licked the older woman's cunt and her mother came on Maria's face, jerking, eyes big, head down, mouth drawn into a rectos of pleasure.
That was sexy enough, seeing her mother go, but it was even more thrilling to see her mother proceed to harvest the young girl's sexuality. Long brown thighs and graceful legs twisted and surged, heels dug in, as the hairdresser tried to extricate herself. Female sex was probably against her religion and upbringing both, Cheryl thought. Yet lust had to prevail in the end. Her mother handled the young belly and flowering pink cunt as if she owned it, making pleased sounds in her throat, and the legs stilled, the young body went passive and Maria began to sing in taken delight.
"Haysoooo,haysooo," she crooned.
This time she dug in her heels and canted her pelvis to be conquered by the older woman. She gave bird-like cries of pleasure as the blonde woman took her. Cheryl could see it all: the brown buttocks tense and intense in orgasm, the pink tongue reaming the wide-open darker pink of the violated vagina, the strain of soft muscles, and, of course, the animal but dainty sounds of the expiring young girl.
Cheryl had just begun to take a deep interest in sex. She thought the sight of the two naked women, head to belly on the bed, the most shocking and yet beautiful sight she'd ever seen in her fife. Her mother's fulsome lust and Maria's reluctant pleasure excited her beyond measure. She adored her mother, who was buxom but lovely, and she thought Maria the sexiest person she'd ever seen. She really couldn't fault her mother for seducing the girl.
Cheryl rushed back to her room and masturbated furiously. Before that she'd only touched her cunt tentatively. Not that day! Again and again she relived that scene. Her mother never knew she'd spied on the lesbian act, nor did Maria. Cheryl fantasized many times about taking Maria sexually but never dared, of course. She also wanted her mother to do it, but mostly she fantasized being her mother, the one on top.
The memory finally faded-only to reappear in force when Cheryl's own sex life began in high school, with boys. At first she had no orgasms and thought sex a drag. Then the fantasy came as she enjoyed sex with a boy she liked. Her mother and Maria-still later other female bodies writhing, to give Cheryl a lift toward orgasm with cocks. It had been that way ever since.
Cheryl got up and put on a robe, then looked down at her cunt. It was drying now, shrinking back to its small, innocent state. It glowed. The taste of Tom's sperm was still thick in her throat. But that fabulous pink sex nest was as firmly fixed on the past as ever.
"I'd trade you," she told her cunt. "God, how I'd like to trade you off!”
Still, it wasn't her cunt, it was her. She had to live with it. With a sigh, Cheryl returned to reality. While there's life there's hope, she thought. Best to go get that necklace now. She'd done it all at Brighton, had new experiences and she could escape back to New York and save her father's job and start thinking about Vassar. After all, there were other things in life besides sex.
She peeked out in the hall. No one there. The whole sorority was down in the kitchen and dining hall enjoying the breakfast the boys had prepared for the Delts, from the roar of sound that came up the stairwell. Good!
She had moved quickly down the hall to grab the figurine, Salt. Salt was not there. She stopped in shock. Pepper still sat at the other end of the hall table, misshapen face leering. But Salt, with the necklace inside, had vanished, utterly and completely!