Chapter 7
After Bill left Wednesday on another sales trip, things got worse-or better, depending on how you looked at it. And that was exactly the young mother's problem-she didn't know how to look at it, and she dared not confide what she had done with anyone.
Cheryl and her kids had naturally kept very cool about what had transpired between them on that wild Sunday afternoon in the living room. Inside, Cheryl had been struggling during the whole time of Bill's last stay at home. She felt guilty one moment; the next, she would think of the sweet thrill of her daughter's busy tongue between her legs, and her pussy would grow moist with the warm syrup of desire. She would approach her husband then when her desire became too much to bear. She would rub against him and beg him like a wanton in heat. And they would return to their bedroom and close the door.
And all the time, she would keep the true root of her desire locked within her mind. She would think about her children while her husband fucked her and make her cum. But she thought she had done a good job of keeping her wild fantasies and thoughts to herself.
Until last night, that is.
She spent much of her first Wednesday alone, trying to reason out why she had spoken her fantasy about their daughter to Bill. Oh, it had excited Bill to the point of orgasm, although he felt slightly guilty afterward, but that wasn't the point. Why had she told him? And why did it excite her, simply to think of the fact that she had made Bill cum while he pictured their daughter in his mind.
The thought of sharing the fantasy made her very excited, and Cheryl spent most of the Wednesday lying in bed, masturbating.
Wednesday night, after the lights were all off, her children had quietly tiptoed to her bed. Their white bodies had fucked and sucked with wild abandon in the moonlight shining in through Cheryl's bedroom window. The bedroom had echoed with their gasps and cries of pleasure.
But in the cold light of the following morning, Cheryl had felt herself being swayed in the other direction-in the direction of guilt. She had spoken to her children that morning before they left for school.
"Susan, Jerry. I ... I've done some serious thinking. I know that all three of us enjoy what we've been doing. But I've made up my mind. It's got to stop."
"But why, Mom?" asked Jerry plaintively. "I thought we talked about this the other night and decided that it wouldn't harm anyone as long as we kept our heads together!"
"That's just it," nodded Cheryl. "I'm having trouble keeping my head together. I'm not trying to be a hypocrite about this, honest, kids."
"Then what is it, Mom?" asked Susan.
"I'm not sure," Cheryl admitted. "But I just somehow know that it's wrong. That we shouldn't be doing what we have been. I'm sorry, kids. I just have to think about it more. I have to straighten things out in my own head before I do anything else."
"But, Mom..." began Jerry.
But before any other words had left the boy's mouth, his thirteen-year-old sister had reached over and touched his arm. Her expression and voice indicated an awareness and maturity far beyond her tender years.
"Jerry, I think we'll be late for school if we stay here much longer," she said. "I think we should respect Mom's wishes. And I think we'd better be on our way, too!"
Cheryl loved her daughter more, at that moment, than ever before. She also felt a strong love and admiration for Jerry. Her son had realized that Susan was right. Both children kissed their mother dutifully on the cheek and left for school.
Cheryl had read somewhere that the best way to solve a problem was to throw oneself into the day-to-day chores of life with full gusto, and this is exactly what she proceeded to do.
Then came Saturday.
Cheryl woke up horny. She woke up alone in her warm bed with the sheets crinkled up against her pussy. She rubbed her clit against the sheets. In that half-asleep, half-awake early morning stage, she masturbated again without really knowing what she was doing. For some reason her mind went back a week to the night she and her friend, Mona, had gone to the disco. Cheryl remembered the hot fucking she had got in the car in the parking lot of The Playroom. She also remembered what an erotic, exciting experience it was to watch the dancing, bumping, hustling bodies of the men and women on the dance floor, as they writhed to the pounding disco music.
Before Cheryl knew it, she was wide awake twisting and humping with wild abandon as a whole series of incredible orgasms spasmed her shapely nude body about on the bed. When she was done, the sheets beneath her pussy were soaked with warm cunt juice.
And Cheryl knew that she would have to return to The Playroom again that night.
As the day wore on and she went about her various chores, she tried talking herself out of going, but it was no use. The wild erotic pictures of her mind refused to go away. Indeed, as the day wore on, she only became more turned on as she thought about all of the exciting young people who would be doing their thing at the club that evening-and how much she wanted to be a part of it.
At around four that afternoon, Cheryl gave in to her desires. She decided to again allow her fantasies to become reality. She called Mona Channing and asked if she had a date for that evening.
"Not me, Cheryl," replied Mona over the phone. "You know how I like it. I like going to those places and just seeing what comes my way. Who knows? The guy who asks you out might turn out to be a turkey, and then you're stuck with him all night. My way, you get to be a little more selective about who you take home for fun in the hay."
Cheryl smiled. She always got such a kick out of how open Mona was about everything-especially sex. Cheryl wished she could be more like her. But then, Mona was single; she didn't have the responsibility of a husband and two kids.
"Then why don't we meet there at about eight?" suggested Cheryl.
"Gonna let loose again like you did last Saturday, eh?" chuckled Mona. "Boy! They knew what they were talking about when they called it Saturday Night Fever."
Cheryl blushed.
"I guess you're right," she said. "See you at eight, Mona?"
"Don't worry, I'll be there," promised Mona. "Watching you let loose is worth the price of admission to The Playroom, all by itself!"
Cheryl kept quiet about where she was going and what she was doing. She only told Jerry and Susan that she was getting together with some friends that Saturday evening, that the kids would have to be on their own that night. Cheryl was thankful that neither of her children saw anything unusual in the fact that she was going out two Saturday nights in a row. Cheryl still felt an occasional tremor of guilt at what was about to take place-for she knew that something sexual would most certainly happen that evening. But her guilt became less and less as the evening approached, and her excitement grew in direct proportion.
The disco was already in full swing when Cheryl and Mona strolled in that night. The multicolored strobe lights were flashing their wild patterns about the walls. The dance floor was already crowded with hardworking energetic dancers. The walls rumbled from the driving disco beat.
The girls got a table near the edge of the dance floor and immediately ordered drinks. Before long, men were coming up and asking them to dance. Within a short time, the alcohol and the close atmosphere and the driving, hypnotic music had worked their spell on Cheryl, even more than they had the week before. This time, she knew what to expect. She danced with all the men who asked her.
While none of them turned her on to the point of wanting to fuck them, she felt her pussy beginning to grow moist as she boogied.
It was an erotic world of tight, pumping crotches, flashing feminine legs sheathed in smooth nylon, twisting asses and bouncing tits. The music drove the dancers on. Cheryl could see that many of the men had hard-ons. Many of the bouncing tits had hard nipples which poked through the material of their clinging dresses, begging to be sucked. As she danced, Cheryl vividly imagined different combinations of these young couples as they went home or out into the parking lot and fucked and sucked.
After a number of drinks and dances, when they were sitting back at their table, Mona leaned over toward Cheryl with an excited glint in her eye.
"How would you like to meet someone special?"
"Such as?" Cheryl asked.
"Come on with me and I'll show you," grinned Mona.
Cheryl shrugged. She finished her drink and followed Mona across the width of the club. Cheryl was slightly drunk; she was ready for anything. The music and the dancers had got even wilder and more erotic than before. Cheryl's nipples were hard, yearning for attention. Her panties were soaked with cunt juice.
It soon became obvious to Cheryl where they were heading.
"Mona, are your sure..."
"Of course, I'm sure," grinned Mona. "This way. Here we are!"
They passed through a door. Cheryl closed the door behind them and looked around. They stood in the control center of the entire disco-the small plushly carpeted room where the DJ played the records.
Half of three of the walls were glass, down to about waist level, giving the disc jockey full view of all the exciting goings-on out on the dance floor. Just below the glass was an expensive console which took up nearly all of one wall, with switches and buttons to control everything, from the music to the flashing lights.
A well-dressed, muscular man in his late twenties sat at the control console. He was a good-looking dude with a deep tan that attested to many hours spent on the beach. His hair was long and dark; his brown eyes were piercing. He broke into a wide handsome smile.
"Well, Mona, long time no see, lady. How are things?"
"Just fine, Gil," replied Mona. "And it hasn't been all that long. Don't you remember the good time you gave me last Saturday after you closed down?"
"Oh, yeah," laughed the DJ, and it was obvious that he had only pretended to forget. His eyes roamed up and down Mona's shapely figure. "Of course, I remember. There aren't too many chicks who know how to take care of a dude the way you do." His eyes shifted to Cheryl. "And who is your lovely companion?"
"This is Cheryl, my best friend. She came here with me last week, but she had to leave early."
"Glad to meet you, Cheryl," said Gil. "Excuse me, girls, while I change records. I'll play a whole album side next. That should keep me free for at least twenty minutes to visit with you fine foxy-things."
A song was coming to an end. Gil turned back to his equipment. As the final notes of music faded, he flicked a switch and began talking in a fast smooth style to the patrons out on the dance floor.
While the handsome young DJ spoke, Cheryl could not help but gaze at his fine stud form. Thinking about being fucked by him only excited her more. She sensed that he had been turned on by her, too. But Cheryl would just have to see what would happen. Obviously, Gil and Mona had their own thing going, and Cheryl did not want to put herself in the position of stealing Mona's stud.
Still, the tingle in Cheryl's clit and the moistness in her panties would not go away as she thought about the handsome stud.
Gil finished speaking into the microphone. He placed the record needle at the beginning of a new album. A sensual, slowly building instrumental, filled the club. People began dancing. Gil turned in his swivel chair to face his guests. There was a smile of anticipation and pleasure on his handsome face.
"Well girls, why don't we lock the door and party down?" he suggested.
Mona threw the lock on the control room door. The three of them chatted briefly about this and that-how crowded and popular The Playroom was, some of the new songs on the disco charts. But before long Cheryl found herself drifting away from the conversation. The dance number which Gil was playing over the sound system consisted of a subtle, yet hypnotic rhythm which somehow seemed to seduce Cheryl's attention away from Gil and Mona. Time ceased to have any meaning for her as she lost herself in the seductive music.
She turned from Gil and Mona and gazed through the glass of the control room at the busy crowded dance floor. The people on the dance floor were having too good a time to pay attention to someone watching them. Cheryl watched the writhing bodies. Some of the young men danced almost obscenely, thrusting their crotches at the flaunting asses of good-looking girls who wiggled their tits and smiled seductively.
Cheryl was leaning against the console as she watched the scene below. The edge of the cabinet was pressed between her legs, pushing through the material of her sheer dress and causing the material to rub against her pussy. Her mind was a tangle of sexual fantasies as she watched the wild dancers-go on, turn each other on, you beautiful studs and foxes. Let me watch you tease and arouse each other.
The music increased in tempo. Suddenly, movement at one of the tables alongside the dance floor caught Cheryl's eye. She peered intently and gasped at the sight. The scene was almost concealed from her by the table where a young couple sat, but she saw enough. A girl in a sexy chiffon had unzipped her date's pants. Her hand was a white flash in the strobe lights. She was masturbating him-her hand jerking up and down in fast but steady strokes-while they watched the sexy dancers on the floor. Cheryl looked closer and saw that the man had his hand up the girl's dress, between her legs. The girl was bouncing her ass up and down on her chair.
Then something else caught Cheryl's eye. She shifted her gaze. This time, she saw two shadows, barely discernible in the gloom of a far corner of the dance floor. Cheryl was too startled to even gasp when she realized, from their movements, what the couple was doing.
The man was fully clothed but had obviously unzipped his fly. He had his back to Cheryl. The girl had her back to the dark wall. Her skirt was up around her waist. Her long-stemmed legs were wrapped around the guy's ankles. Her hands were clawing at his back with wild abandon. And Cheryl could see why. The man was fucking her! He had his foxy bitch pinned to the wall, and he was ramming his thick meat in and out of her dripping cunt. He was jack-hammering her against the wall with powerful blows. Her mouth was open and wet. She was begging him to give her more!
Standing there in the control room, Cheryl had lost all sense of time. She was hypnotized almost to the point of orgasm by what she was seeing. Suddenly, though, she heard movement behind her on the floor. She turned.
"Oh, my goodness..."
She must have been gazing through the window even longer than she thought. It had certainly been long enough for Gil and Mona to have stripped and already gotten a good deal into one hell of a hot fuck session!
Mona was stretched out on her back on the lush carpet of the control room. Her clothes were scattered all about her. Her shapely legs were spread wide and Gil was busy between them, his ass pumping.
Gil had his hands cupped around Mona's firm ass. Mona's legs were locked around Gil's back. Her black hair was a wild tangle across the carpet as her head rocked back and forth. Little bird-like gasps emitted from her twisting mouth as the DJ fucked her.
"That's right, you beautiful stud!" she was whimpering. "Give me your cock, baby! Jeezus, you're the stud fucker of all time, baby! That's it ... oooohh, mmmmmm, ohhhh!"
It was unlike any sight Cheryl had ever seen. She stared, transfixed. Two beautiful people making love before her eyes! It was so exciting! Cheryl cupped her own tits and squeezed her nipples while she watched.
Gil was an incredibly constructed stud. His prick was of superman proportions-and he knew how to use it! Cheryl could see it plainly as the long, pipe-hard slab of cock pumped in and out of Mona's wet sucking pussy. Gil's cock glistened brightly with Mona's dripping juices. The stud's big prick was slamming all the way into her. He would pull it practically all the way out except for the cockhead, then in again, over and over, faster and faster.
Suddenly, something made Mona open her eyes. She looked over Gil's naked shoulder and saw Cheryl. She watched Cheryl playing with her own tits.
"Come here, Cheryl," invited Mona, softly. "Let me do something nice for you while Gil fuck me."
Cheryl was not surprised by her friend's words. She had never thought about whether or not Mona was bisexual, but then she had never thought of herself as bi, either. Until her daughter had proven it to her! Now, she was beyond surprise. She was beyond anything except the lust which burned away between her legs, fed by the erotic sight before her and the pounding rhythms of the disco beat, that seemed to make the very walls shudder around her.
Cheryl stepped toward the two lovers. Gil knew she was there but he was too busy to stop. As he fucked Mona, he lowered his face to Mona's tits. He began sucking both nipples loudly and wetly as he continued to fuck the twisting wench, squeezing and scratching her round, bouncing ass.
Cheryl came to a stop beside the upper part of Mona's writhing body. She lowered herself to the floor. Her knees were parted; the hem of her dress was riding up about midway on her smooth, nylon-sheathed legs. She kneeled there, resting back on her haunches. She looked into Mona's excited eyes. Cheryl felt her mouth start to water as she glanced farther down and saw Gil's mouth circling the erect, spit-covered nipples of Mona's titties.
As Gil continued to fuck her, Mona reached toward Cheryl with her right hand. Her fingertips touched one of Cheryl's warm, rounded knees. The tanned girl-flesh seemed to quiver excitedly beneath her touch. Mona began rubbing her fingers in small circles across the warm nylon, tracing a slow course higher and higher up Cheryl's thigh.
For a moment, Cheryl could only gaze down at the other woman's hand as the fingers caressed her leg. Not only was she about to be satisfied by another woman, but the other woman was her best friend! And it was obvious that Mona knew how to turn another girl on! Cheryl wondered excitedly how long Mona had been secretly lusting for her.
Cheryl gave in completely to the lesbian desires which coursed through her. She reached down and touched Mona's searching hand, guiding the fingers higher up her thigh, beneath her dress, toward her dripping cunt.
"Mona, please..." gasped Cheryl. "Touch me there. You know where I want to feel your fingers. Touch me where I need it the most, baby!"
Between the girls, Gil groaned with sexual hunger as he heard the words. He reached around and twisted Mona onto her side so that she could reach her hand up farther beneath Cheryl's dress. But Gil didn't stop ramming his powerful cock in and out of Mona's cunt. He gripped her more tightly than before, drawing her sweaty, yet perfumed, body up against his. He ran his palms madly up and down the length of Mona's pliant, aroused form as he fucked her.
"Christ! I love it when bitches talk to each other like that," he gasped. "Tell me what you're going to do to her, baby!"
Mona loved sex talk as much as Gil. As her body rocked beneath his thrusting blows, her hard-nippled titties jiggling madly, like mounds of jello, she ran her fingers to within an inch of Cheryl's panty line.
"I-I'm going to finger Cheryl's twat, darling!" cried Mona. "I want to give her a cum like no man could. I want to feel my fingers dripping with her sweet cunt juices while you cream into my hot pussy!"
Gil almost shot his load at the lewd words, but he held off and kept fucking. He want to stay hard, long enough for a chance to screw Cheryl when he was finished with Mona. Gil always enjoyed threesomes.
Mona's fingertips finally encountered the elastic band of Cheryl's see-through panties. Cheryl spread her legs further, she leaned back, supporting herself with her arms, offering the treasure of her pussy to her friend.
Gil's cock was hard as a lead pipe. It was plowing in and out of Mona's dripping fuck hole, and he showed no signs of slowing down. The beat of the disco music was a hard, propelling force. The control room of the disco was heavy with the scent of aroused pussy and the screams and moans of these two excited naked bitches in heat.
"Th-that's it," whimpered Cheryl as Mona's fingers slid beneath her panties. "Make me feel good, Mona. Oh, please! I need it soooo bad!"
Mona was bouncing up and down madly on Gil's rampaging cock, but her fingers were still gentle.
Her fingertips slid up and down the moist slit of her friend's cunt. The outer lips of Cheryl's pussy seemed to part of their own free will. Cheryl's hard little clit peeked out from the folds of warm wet flesh. Mona used two of her fingers and began rubbing Cheryl's clit in little circles. The curly hair of Cheryl's soft cunt mound rubbed Mona's fingers in return. Then, Mona started slipping the two fingers in and out of her hot cunt. Soon, she was finger-fucking Cheryl full-force.
There was a wet slurpy sound from beneath Cheryl's panties as Mona jammed her stiff fingers in and out of her cunt. Cheryl was shivering with desire. Her eyes were closed; her face was flushed; her lips were trembling; her hips moved up and down in time to her girlfriend's skilled finger-fucking. The dress was riding up over Cheryl's nyloned thighs. The soft material, rubbing her aroused flesh, only excited her more. Her hot moans became grunts and groans of primal lust as the stroking fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ohh, Mona, darling!" she cried blindly. "I-I'm there! I'm cummiiinnng!"
Cheryl's world seemed to explode with orgasmic fury. She almost fell over onto her side as Mona's jamming fingers made her cum.
Causing her friend to cum was all it took to give Mona an explosive orgasm. Mona had always enjoyed lesbian love as much as being fucked by studs, and she had always lusted after Cheryl's body in her most secret sexual fantasies. Now, the combination of driving her slick fingers in and out of her friend's cunt and the added pleasure of having Gil ramming her own pussy full of hot prick while he sucked her tits, combined to push her over the sexual edge.
"Bite me, baby," she begged Gil. "Oooooh. I'm there, you hot stud fucker!"
Gil did as he was told. His mouth closed over one of Mona's bouncing titties. He nibbled and sucked the tortured nipple. And all the while Mona's writhing body exploded beneath him with the release of her lust.
The two girls quivered and gasped and whimpered. But Gil just kep on ramming his giant dick in and out of Mona's humid fuck hole, until she was satisfied.
The moment that Mona's cum was over, Gil pushed himself up on his elbows and disengaged his cock from Mona's sucking depths. He rolled off of Mona and fell down on Cheryl. He bunched her dress up around her hips. The, he reached down and yanked the soaked panties away from her body. Cheryl looked down. Gil's huge cock was still fully erect.
"Now it's your turn, you sweet fucking bitch," gasped Gil. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
He fell between her legs and pushed his cock up her fuck hole. Cheryl's cunt was still moist and slick. Gil's cock slid in without effort, all the way to the hilt. His balls bounced against her cum-slick ass.
Mona reached over and began feeling Cheryl's tits with both her hands, through the material of Cheryl's dress.
"Give it to her, Gil," urged Mona.
Gil lifted Cheryl's legs and rested them over his shoulders. He was crouching on his knees, to give his mighty fuck-thrusts even more power. He hammered into the willing wench beneath him. The sound of his cock reaming in and out of Cheryl's dripping cunt made wet, slurpy sounds that the girls and the stud found exciting.
Cheryl reached down between her legs. Her slender fingers caressed Gil's big dick. She stroked him while he fucked her. Her fingernails teased his sensitive meat, scratching the underside of his tool and brushing his tight cum-filled balls.
All the while, Mona was holding and squeezing the soft mounds of Cheryl's jiggling tits beneath the material of her blouse. At the last moment, Mona guided a hand down Cheryl's body to between Cheryl's pumping legs. With one hand Mona continued to pinch and pull at the nipples through Cheryl's dress. With the other hand, Mona began rubbing Cheryl's hard clit, as Cheryl's cunthole was being fucked by Gil's rampaging slab of strong meat.
Gil reached down and began fingering Cheryl's ass. That was all Cheryl could take. The wild combination of being fucked while her ass-hole was being reamed, while at the same time another girl played with her titties and her clit, finally brought Cheryl to that ultimate moment of ecstasy.
"Oooooooh, ohhhh!" she squealed happily. "Oh, you lovely people ... you're making me cum ... ohhhh, my god!"
"I'm there, too, baby!" grunted Gil.
Just as an entire series of orgasms began tossing Cheryl all about on the floor, Gil blasted a triple-sized load of scalding spurting cum deep into the hot tight confines of her quivering cunt. At the same time, Mona squeezed and rubbed harder at Cheryl's tits and clit.
For what seemed like hours, the three bodies twisted and squirmed and moaned on the carpeted floor of the control room, all to the slam-bang ending of the blaring album which had also reached a thundering crescendo.
Finally, as the two foxy girls stretched out on the floor to regain their breath, with happily fucked smiles on their faces, Gil stepped up and switched a new album onto the turntable. The action out on the dance floor and in the shadows of the disco was hotter than ever. The patrons weren't even aware of what had transpired a few feet away.
Cheryl observed Gil's naked body, with warm admiration, through glazed eyes. She would no longer fight the sexual urges which coursed through her. She was a slave to Saturday Night Fever-and she loved it!