The next day Cheryl went to her classes, moving like a zombie. The bottom had dropped out of her life. She finally had to face the fact that she was lesbian-oriented and no amount of normal sex would ever save her. Oh, she might be able to marry and get by after years of therapy, but she knew that at every orgasm she'd have to fantasize lesbian Jove to get it off with her husband. She was not completely female. The word "dyke" burned in her brain.
She had an unsatisfactory lunch with her father. They talked about the necklace, but somehow her failure to get it connected with her failure in normal love. She told him she was sure to have it in the next day or two, but she saw he didn't believe her. She didn't believe herself.
Her father seemed in an odd mood, too. She sensed that something else besides the loss of the necklace bothered him, something more important, if she could believe it. It wasn't like him to appear like this without prior warning, and it wasn't like him to babble about "Meeting an unusual person" and "Maybe she'd have a stepmother one day".
"It could be a younger woman," John Wallace told her. "Someone surprisingly young for me.”
Cheryl had always thought her father should remarry. Even if his new wife, her stepmother, turned out to be as young as thirty, that would be okay with her. She told him so.
"Well, yes," he said. "It could be a surprise to you in several ways, but I think I've found someone I can't afford to let get away.”
She didn't want to deal with new problems or persons at this particular time.
"Love her well and marry her then, Dad," she said, and left after that.
Spider readily admitted to having found the Gypsy and taken it out of Salt, the figurine that Cheryl had now restored to its usual place in the Delta Rho house. Cheryl spoke to Spider on the phone.
"I suppose you've sold it already," said Cheryl.
"I'm holding it for ransom.”
"I could get the police on you, Spider, but I'll ask the dumb question. What ransom?”
"I want to spend the night with you and your roommate in the Delta Rho house.”
"What? Why?”
"Because no Sig has ever achieved that. Because I want the kick of it.”
"We have the toughest house mother on campus, Mrs. Briggs, not to mention a lot of girls with loose lips. I couldn't get by with it even if I wanted to.”
"Give me what I want-I'll bring the necklace.”
She no longer believed it could be solved that simply. Every effort she'd made had failed, and she was sure that this demand would be followed by another, requiring even kinkier sex.
"Stuff that vibrator on your desk down your throat and choke to death," she said. She slammed down the receiver.
Cheryl Wallace had reached that stage where she wanted to destroy, wanted to escape her pain by rushing into the cause of the pain, giving in to the horrors she'd tried to escape and flaunting them. Let Spider ram the Gypsy up his ass! As for the other-well, if she were doomed to be a dyke, she'd be a good one, the best in the Midwest.
After dinner as Abby sat at her desk in their room, finally getting a chance to study, Cheryl came up behind her, put her arms around Abby's neck, and began to kiss her.
"Oh, Cheryl," moaned Abby. "I've got to study tonight." Cheryl's roommate, like herself, seemed to be subdued tonight, solemn, somehow different, as if yesterday's big sex binge had also quieted her down to seriousness.
Cheryl dabbed at Abby's ears, nibbled them, and breathed hot breath in the tiny ear holes to make Abby shudder. She nipped and nibbled around Abby's neck, finding little erotic spots that made the girl quiver.
"Stop that," said Abby.
But, of course, a dyke was the aggressor and it was up to her to initiate the sex and get what she wanted. In her new mood of despair, Cheryl wanted to play her new role to the hilt. She reached down to manipulate and knead Abby's big, circular breasts, outside her blouse and then inside, against naked nipples.
"Oh, my goodness!" went Abby.
A sex blush started up her neck, and after some more teasing of the girl's hard nipples, and some open mouthed kisses, taken over the shoulder of that vulnerable, sweet mouth, Cheryl took Abby by the hand and led her to her bed. Fussing and complaining, Abby nevertheless let Cheryl undress her, and Abby jogged her now wet, ready cunt as she watched the willowy blonde undress herself.
"We could go too far with this girl sex," Abby warned her. "A little innocent fooling around in these sorority houses is okay, but when it gets too heavy people catch on and get thrown out. A bad reputation goes with that.”
"Tonight I've got to have girl meat," said Cheryl stubbornly, and she continued to seduce Abby until the helpless redhead writhed in extreme pleasure with Cheryl's tongue fixed firmly on her cunt. Abby gave up her sex fairly rapidly to Cheryl's lovemaking, as if Cheryl had much more power than before, as if she owed something to Cheryl.
Cheryl pleasured herself like a man, lying full length on top of the naked, spent girl and grinding her flowing, hot cunt on Abby's pelvis until she raced to a throbbing, delicious orgasm. It was Cheryl's most dyke-like act as she thumbed her nose at the gods and accepted her fate. She had no trouble in orgasm; she didn't have to fantasize anything. At this point Cheryl considered the luscious Abby as her true sex partner for some time to come.
There was a knock on the door and Abby barely had time to cover up before Cheryl opened it. It wasn't the formidable Mrs. Briggs, house mother. It was Scotty Blair.
She had come for her vibrator. She seemed in no hurry to leave. She sat on the edge of Cheryl's bed talking in animation to Abby, almost ignoring Cheryl. In her new sensitivity Cheryl spotted Scotty's game at once. The rangy freshman from Colorado was also dyke-the female aggressor in sex, and she wanted to excite Cheryl's roommate, the passive, lovely Abby, right under Cheryl's nose. She kept talking about her vibrator and sex and all the fun girls could have together.
Cheryl studied the girl and decided there was a lot of unused sexuality in the long-limbed creature. She didn't quite have the looks of either Cheryl or Abby, but there was obviously a lot of juice in her. So-the freshman thought she could steal Cheryl's bed partner right out from under her, did she?
Smiling grimly, Cheryl entered the conversation and eventually lured Scotty into the bathroom with the vibrator. A greater dyke was about to seduce a lesser dyke and put things in order.
It wasn't easy, because Scotty imagined herself the calm, cool seducer, always in charge. Cheryl was in a mean, erotic mood, just detached enough to want to exploit Scotty's body. Cheryl just let herself go in almost fierce passion and slowly overcame the lesser aggressions of the other girl. At first Scotty was shocked at being fondled, kissed and used right there in the bathroom with Abby so close by. Then the insistent Cheryl turned her on, and it was the lot of Scotty to find herself pushed back on the bathroom floor with Cheryl's hot tongue sucking her helpless cunt to glory. Scotty lost her presence of mind and took the passive role in rapt delight as Cheryl made Scotty's body shake with a delicious cunt suck. So there'd be no question as to who was the most daring, Cheryl reamed Scotty's asshole with her finger as she took the gasping girl to a glorious climax and.made her surrender every ounce of her sexual energy.
Afterwards, Cheryl led a dazed, compliant Scotty naked into the bedroom. She shoved her into her bed with Abby, who dozed.
"Just rest a minute, dear," said Cheryl. "Then I'll give the three of us a real hot evening.”
“Sure, Cheryl,*' mumbled a played-out would-be seducer.
She crawled gratefully under the covers to hug Abby and rest, while Cheryl surveyed her conquests with demonic glee, thinking of ways she'd fuck.them both silly before the night was over. She meant to set a record in the Delta Rho house for the wildest lesbian night there'd ever been. Generations of Delts would talk about the fabulous Cheryl Wallace and what she did on that magic night. And other nights, too!
Another knock on the door.
"The more the merrier," muttered Cheryl. Tonight she was ready to seduce the powerful Mrs. Briggs herself if she had to. Nothing could stop her!
The girl Cheryl admitted was a Delt Cheryl had never seen before. She was built in large proportions with thick calves and big boobs. Her dress was also raunchy-a plaid skirt tight on flat hips. She wore thick glasses, like the bottoms of coke bottles and too much make-up. Her simper was sickening.
"Hello, dear," she drawled in a falsetto. "May I come in and visit for a moment?”
Cheryl fell back in amazement. After the soft, glimmering beauty of Abby, and the sleek, warm limbs of Scotty Blair, this girl was downright ugly. She introduced herself as "Lucille" and flung her garish purse on Abby's empty bed. Then she went to Cheryl's bed and peered down at the two girls lying under the covers. Scotty's eyes grew big as she stared up at this apparition. As Abby woke from her doze, she saw Lucille and gave a soft scream. "Nightmare!" cried Abby.
"Oh, I'm just as pretty as you are," simpered Lucille, with a grotesque grin down at Abby.
"Relax, Abby," said Cheryl. "It's only the campus cut-up, Spider Strawn, dressed in drag.”
"Shit," said Spider in his natural voice, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I fooled the girls downstairs. I fooled the house mother, even. How come I didn't fool you?”
"Because you didn't wear a jockstrap, cowboy, and you're beginning to show lumps where there should be no bumps.”
"Well, I'm in for a night of fun," he said. "I told you I meant to spend a hot night at the Delt house.”
"Like fun," said Cheryl. "You've had your thrill, now go.”
"Honey child, I brought your necklace.”
He picked up a towel someone had left on a chair and began to remove his makeup. Abby sat up in bed so fast that she exposed her breasts.
"We've got the necklace, Cheryl, We've got the Gypsy!" she squealed.
"Don't you believe it," said Cheryl, "Every time we get it, we don't get it. This is another trick.”
"No trick." Spider went to the big purse and pulled out the necklace, which glistened and glittered in his hand as he turned it this way and that. The three girls stared at it in awe.
Cheryl still couldn't believe she'd come to the end of her search. "You've probably removed some of the gems.”
"No way. It's just like I found it stuffed into that figurine, after Tom gave it to me and before I passed it on to Harold.”
He draped it around his heck and began to squirm out of his drag clothes, including the rubber balls he'd used for tits.
"Let's have a beauty contest," he said. "You three gals can parade for me, and I'll pick one of you for a little fun. The winner gets the necklace.”
Scotty was completely confused. She just stared as Spider's naked body began to appear. Abby looked from Spider to Cheryl. Cheryl knew she was terrified of Spider with his reputation for kinky sex. It was up to her.
"No fun or games, Spider,” said Cheryl. "I've had it up to here with your games. It's our necklace. Why should we have to fuck you for it?”
Spider stood naked now and he did make an erotic sight in his full male maturity with the jewels sparkling around his neck. His good-sized prick jutted up as the sleepy Abby sat there in bed, nude to the waist, unaware.
Spider gave his most ingratiating grin. "On the other hand, why not?" he asked, standing there in proud display. Most college guys, Cheryl knew, would be just a little shy standing naked in front of three hot-eyed coeds. Not Spider Strawn!
Scotty Blair broke the impasse. "Why not?" she cried.
She jumped out of bed, totally naked herself. She grabbed the necklace from Spider's neck and dropped it onto her own. Then, giggling, she began to parade like a model, up and down the room.
"Ah, yes," said Spider. "Yes, indeed.”
Scotty had changed the rules by parading with the necklace, but it had its effect. Glittering and gleaming on the bare chest, between Scotty's small but shapely breasts, it turned her into a delicious sight.
Cheryl figured that Scotty was turned on both by the sight of the big fraternity prick and her desire to act aggressive and win back some of the face she'd lost when Cheryl had mastered her in the bathroom.
Spider sprawled in a straight chair.
"Now finish your turn-uh-”
"Scotty," the girl supplied.
“-Scotty," he said. He spread his legs. "Just feel me up so I can get a notion of how good you are in handling cock and then give my mister a quick little kiss.”
"You crum, I may vomit," said Cheryl.
But Scotty thought that was great fun, too. She ended her strut with a sexy flip of her hips and knelt before Spider. She took hold of his cock and moved the soft skin over the hard muscles, laughing daringly up into his face. Then she bent it down and sucked it into her mouth with juicy slurp sounds.
"Hah!” Spider almost came off the chair. "Number one has really taken a fast lead." He managed to fondle Scotty's hard nipples before he reluctantly detached her from his cock and tossed the necklace to Cheryl. Scotty fell back, a sex blush down to her shoulders, her pink little cunt gleaming with happy juice and her eyes hot. She didn't understand the game with the necklace, but she was ready for any action.
Cheryl fell in with it. She was more anxious to get her hands on the Gypsy than parade for that crud, Spider, but she did a little strut while she examined the jewels. There were cries of appreciation.
"God, Cheryl, that necklace really makes you sexy," cried Abby.
"Golden girl-diamond, flashing ice," breathed Spider.
"I wish I had your butt," said Scotty enviously.
She didn't think Spider wanted to screw her. Ordinarily, he'd jump at the chance-but here he was alone in the room with three nude females (since she'd removed her robe after the game started) and two of them were strange stuff. Cheryl knew what made boys tick. She was pretty sure that ever since his first flash of the room, Spider had an eye for the luscious Abby. That was all right with her. She felt the jewels around her neck and looked at them. It was the Gypsy all right and none of the jewels were missing. She felt her insides soften. Her cynical and harsh mood began to break up. It looked like everything was going to be solved after all.
She even made a pass at Spider's cock, pulling it for a couple of strokes and sucking the head for a quick instant.
She turned to Abby who reluctantly crawled out of the safety of the covers. "Want to play?”
“I-I-I”
As soon as Abby revealed herself, Spider jumped for the bed. Cheryl was right. She was the best-looking of the three females-but Spider had already fucked her in the Chem Lab the day before and Abby and Scotty were unknown territory. She was safe for a while.
Abby squealed and scrabbled back, trying to protect her naked body from Spider, but he was on top of her in a flash.
"The winner!" he cried.
He turned the girl over and slid on top of her, his cock locked hard and ready while she twisted to save herself. Scotty started forward but Cheryl caught her by the hand.
"He's-fu-fucking her!" cried Scotty.
Sure enough, Spider got in Abby's saddle, exposed her cunt and drove his prick up into it. The other two girls could actually see Abby's body twist up at the violation, and Cheryl's cunt went hot, while Scotty gave a series of soft gasps.
"Help-meeeee," wailed Abby.
Scotty stood as if stricken now and Cheryl felt very worldly. Last night she'd seen the exotic sight of a male fucking a female, and it was quite a thrilling sight to see. Scotty never had; most people never had. Cheryl mounted Spider's hips and lifted his head by grabbing two handfuls of long hair. She was aware that her weight helped Spider's fuck as she crushed his ass forward to drive the prick deep in her roommate.
"I can stop him, Abby," said Cheryl calmly. "On the other hand, I can lick your ass while he does it. It might be your only chance for that action in all your life.”
She felt in a high good humor now that the Gypsy was back, quite willing to add to the legends of the Delt house.
"OH," said Abby. Then: "Ohhhhhhh."
Spider grinned back at Cheryl over his shoulder.
"You mean it, Cheryl?”
"Nothing's too good for my roommate," said Cheryl. "Turn over with Abby on top while I get a wash rag and make sure she's dainty… ”
When Cheryl finished with that small chore, the soft, sexed-up Abby lay on top of Spider's big body while he fucked upwards into her cunt. Cheryl laid down beside them and began to kiss the smooth warm flesh of Abby's buttocks.
"I'm going crazy!" cried Scotty, standing by the bed. "What can I do? What can I do?”
Cheryl felt hotly excited and cool at the same time. This was going to be the kinky trip of all time. Her cunt was wet, her juices flowed and she had that deep inner thrill of delightful, naughty sex. Cheryl spread her own legs.
"What you can do, Scotty, dear," she said, "is eat a little muff. Let's see if your tongue is as clever as you think it is.”
With a glad cry the rangy girl hopped on the bed and burrowed her head between Cheryl's soft thighs. Cheryl felt as if she were in heaven. She had control of Scotty just like her mother once controlled that lusty but somewhat inhibited hairdresser. Cheryl drove her tongue deep in Abby's crack and found the girl's ass pucker. She came alive, drilling the sensitive hole as Scotty's tongue slashed against her cunt and clit and the massive thrills started.
The room filled with gasps. Spider felt the tight clutch of Abby's hot-oiled cunt as he fucked in and out of her. Cheryl added to his joy by gently rubbing her finger on his cock as it slid in and out of Abby's vagina. Meanwhile she tongued Abby's asshole, two inches away from the main action.
Abby was the lucky one. Not only did she receive hot, friction-crazing thrusts of a prick eager for her body, but she had her sensitive asshole reamed at the same time. She gurgled, gasped, grunted and brayed. Her nipples dug into Spider's chest, thrilling from the tight pressure. Her belly sucked on Spider's. He kissed her, sucking out her tongue into his mouth and loving her hotly, while Cheryl's tongue rode and rode in hot, digging intensity on her sphincter, inches away from the plunging cock. Cheryl's fingers added to the clit pressure. It was like being caught in the divine vise of all time, every movement of her two lovers whipping and driving Abby to a purple glorious heaven, where her nerves thrilled in extreme ecstasy.
"Oh, my God. Ah, God. Oh. Eh! Uuuuueeeee," she chanted, slobbering helplessly and whining at her immolation by these demanding, hot lovers.
Scotty, eating Cheryl's cunt, began to drive the blonde to dizzy heights of pure passion, helped by her closeness to this other fuck, while Scotty joined in the hot action with her own hand riding her own clit. They were a heaving mass of fucking, sucking joy-crazed kids.
There was no way Abby could stand many minutes of this riotous compelling sex. Human flesh and nerves could only stand so much stimulation and with the extra touches this was pure high quality. Abby went crazy, her eyes big, her swollen body jerking in the lashing pleasure of the most massive orgasm of her life.
"Aaa-rooooo!" she sang and half-fainted as convulsions of ecstatic delight wracked her. Cheryl felt the girl's asshole throb as she came, while Spider felt the fierce glove grip of the expiring cunt. He gave his own whine of extreme pleasure, stiffened, and responded to Abby's incredible orgasm by ejaculating huge bursts of semen deep into her cunt.
"Gaaaawd!" he cried in delirious joy. What fabulous action!
Cheryl, enjoying the weirdest sex scene she'd ever been in or hoped ever to see, wanted more. Abby had pretty much tapered into exhaustion. Spider still tensed and spurted his milk into Abby's defenseless cunt. With her mouth only inches away, Cheryl seized his spurting cock, slid it out of Abby's cunt and into her own mouth, sucking the honey of Abby's juice and drinking off the last of Spider's powerful spurts. Spider howled in glee. Even in the rich glory of his spending release, he realized he'd achieved a legendary spend. How many men, since the world began, fucked off part of a spend deep in a beautiful girl's cunt and the rest of it in the mouth of an even more beautiful x girl. He strained in ultimate joy and spent even after all his liquid was gone, dry-throbbing in utter delight.
Cheryl barely managed to take the last spurts when Scotty's tongue, helped by the wild excitement of the orgy, whipped her to orgasm. She felt an ineffable stillness all through her hot belly and then gave up her sex in rich spasms of orgasm, crying:
"Hea-vennnnn-leeeeeee!”
Down below her, Scotty groaned and whined off her own joy to her hand, bringing up the rear with the fourth orgasm of the action, locking her legs and jerking in sweet pleasure of this incredible sex fury.
Then all the young people fell back, panting and glowing in the after-sex relaxation of the stunning trip they'd just enjoyed.
The phone rang. Abby rolled off Spider to answer it, since it was her phone service. She was still dazed from the crazy sex.
"It's for you," she said, handing the instrument to Cheryl.
If Abby had not been sex-drained and dizzy she might've thought faster and acted differently. But the heavy trip had quite deprived her of her ability to think.
John Wallace, heated to high passion from his fevered imagination, was also not thinking in his normal, careful fashion. Minute by minute, hour by hour that whole day long, he'd been falling deeper and deeper in love with Abby and her incredible urge for ass fucking, which was his urge also. He called her number; he heard her voice. He poured out his passion over the phone without realizing that the receiver had changed hands from Abby to his daughter.
"Abby," he cried. "You've got to come over now, right away. I want more sex with you. Last night was the wildest sex I ever had in my life. I've never fucked an ass like yours. When I screwed you last August, I never dreamed how well we matched. I'm going to marry you! I swear I want you for my wife!”
Cheryl froze, recognizing her father's voice, stunned by the information that came over the wire, remembering his moon-struck actions at lunch that day. Abby! Abby Windsor! Her own father! Oh-my-God!
She screamed her fury and flung the phone from her.
“You vicious bitch!” she screamed at Abby. "That was my father. You fucked him. You had perverted sex with him. He's crazy to marry you. I'll kill you!”
She jerked off the Gypsy and flung it at the redhead and tried to claw her. It was all Scotty and Spider could do to restrain her. Then Cheryl, crying tears of rage, dove for her clothes, yelling:
"I'm going to his motel. I'll kill him and then I'll kill myself. You vile, sex-crazy cruds! You've destroyed all our lives… ”