Chapter 10
Time had passed.
Cheryl was with David, in his apartment. He was frying two steaks, while she watched, feeling a little silly.
"I can cook, you know," she said.
He turned and grinned at her. "Not like I can, though," he said.
"I know," she sighed. "It's another one of those things you learned in the Army."
"Aren't you liberated enough to let a man do the cooking?" He was still grinning. He loved to tease her. They had been seeing a lot of each other during the last weeks. Their relationship had been strictly platonic. She knew that he found her attractive-that wasn't the problem. It was just that after what they had been through together . . . well, she still had not forgotten what those beasts had done to her, and-try as she might-she couldn't forget that David had seen it all.
They never discussed that night, but it was going to take time for the scars to heal. After that, who knew what would become of their relationship? They both sensed that there was much to it-much that remained to be explored. But time had to pass-things had to proceed naturally. They couldn't be rushed.
That was one thing she loved about David. He was very easy going. He seemed to have the gift of making the best of every situation without having to force his will on it. She had grown to trust him in a way that she had never been able to trust another man before.
"You look foxy tonight," he said, eyeing her brief miniskirt and form-fitting sweater. "You wouldn't be trying to seduce me, would you?"
"You never know," she teased, wiggling her hips provocatively and sticking her tongue out at him. "We unliberated women are very devious. We're not like our liberated sisters who lay their cards on the table. You never really know what's going on in our minds."
He smiled and their eyes met for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to the meal he was preparing. It was the kind of light banter that had become common between them lately. Both of them knew that it was going to lead to bed-sooner or later.
Cheryl smiled wryly to herself. It wasn't just that he didn't know what was going on in her mind-she didn't know herself. She felt profoundly different from the wide-eyed chick who had enrolled in the university only a few short months before. She felt years older and wiser-but also less settled. There had been a time when she had had her life figured out. Now she didn't know where it was going to lead. After what had happened, how could someone ever really know? She had never willed any of the horror that had fallen on her-that had fallen on all of them. It had just happened. It was taking time, but she was beginning to slowly realize that the coin had two sides. Good things could just happen, too. David had just happened.
She watched him bend over the stove, and she felt a warm glow. Nobody could ever accuse David of compromising his masculinity by doing a woman's work. He was wearing a soft knit shirt that made the powerful muscles of his torso stand out like whipcords. He was such a strange combination of power and gentleness. On an impulse she walked up behind him, stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on the side of his neck. He chuckled and turned to face her.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked. "Make me burn our dinner?"
She looked up at him and licked her lips slowly.
"David," she whispered dreamily. "I think I want to be kissed."
He didn't need to be asked twice. His arms slipped around her supple, yielding waist, and he drew her slender body up flush against his. His lips were gentle and firm. She closed her eyes and quivered in the strength of his embrace, letting her soft mouth go around and around, mashed up against his. Then she lanced her tongue experimentally against his lips. His tongue flicked out to brush against her soft mouth, and she moaned softly, feeling his body stiffen.
Finally she broke the kiss, disengaging herself from him and backing away.
"You'd better watch the steaks," she teased impishly.
He looked at her for a long time, then grinned. "I believe," he said. "That you're trying to drive me crazy."
"That's right," she said. "Then we'll be crazy together."
They were sitting quietly, looking at each other over the cluttered table, an hour later, when the rain began to fall. Nothing was said for a long time. It was comfortable to sit without talking, just enjoying each other's presence. The rain was comforting-it seemed to insulate them from the outside world. Cheryl sipped her wine, and felt the warm glow from it spread throughout her body.
Suddenly she became aware that David was watching her. She met his eyes, and they watched each other for a long time. There was a heat, a mysterious energy that seemed to pass between them.
Cheryl felt a little vein throbbing in her throat. Suddenly she knew that tonight was the night. The time had come, and nothing could put it off any longer.
"David," she whispered. "Do you want me?"
His eyes widened briefly in surprise. Then he nodded. "Very much," he said.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she sighed.
It was like a dream. He stood and walked around the table.
Then his strong arm was lifting her out of her chair, guiding her toward the bedroom door.
When the door was closed behind them, he pressed his body against hers from behind. She sighed and went limp as she felt his hands slip under her arms and come up to cup her ripe breasts through her sweater. Her nipples stiffened instantly-like little pencil erasers under the manipulation of his fingers. She groaned softly and pushed her curvy bottom back against the hard swell in the front of his trousers.
"I've wanted you for so long," he groaned, planting a kiss on the soft brown flesh of her neck. "I've almost lost my mind thinking about you."
"Yes, David," she whispered. "I know . . . I want you too . . . I'm burning up."
Her words made him stiffen and push his body more firmly against her ass. She felt his thick, hot cock through his pants, and she felt weak from the thrill of it. There was no hurry tonight -they were going to be together all night long--there was no rush about anything.
"Undress me, David," she murmured throatily. "I want to be naked for you."
She felt his fingers tremble as he drew the sweater over her shoulders.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts spilled deliciously free, causing her to shiver and tremble from the joy of her sudden nakedness.
Now she turned in his arms to face him. She looked up into his eyes intently, and she saw the heat of his desire in his face. She kissed him, letting her tongue slip between his lips and push into the open cavern of his mouth. Then she slipped her hand down between them and cupped the outline of his meaty prong through his pants. She shaped the tubular prominence with her slender fingers, feeling him throb and twitch at her touch. He was rock hard under her knowing fingers. She was breathless at the thrill of exciting him this way. She speared her tongue all the way into his mouth and squeezed his hard dick lovingly. She felt different from any way she had ever felt. She felt free and brazen. It seemed, suddenly, to be the most beautiful thing in the world to tease and excite the man you loved.
She broke the kiss and tugged David's tight shirt out of his pants. Then she slithered her warm hands all over the firmly muscled flanks of his back. He was so strong and hard-so thick with male strength. She raked him lightly with her fingernails, thrilling at the quiver that passed through his body.
He brought his hands up to squeeze the plump melons of her dusky breasts. His hands were strong and possessive on her body, and she threw her shoulders back to push her swollen tits more firmly into the warm saucers of his hands. She loved being felt and fondled this way. She felt sinuous, like a cat being stroked. She felt beautiful. She purred and reached her fingers under the waist of David's trousers. She felt the smooth, hard knob of his big prick brush against her fingertips. She slipped her hand all the way down inside his pants and took his iron dick between her fingers.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," she breathed throatily. "I've wanted to unzip you, darling, to feel you in my hand."
He shuddered and reached down to draw her tiny skirt up around her waist. Then he was touching her, feeling her warm cunt through her panties. She parted her legs a little, moaned hotly as his fingers outlined the soft, moist lips of her pussy through the sheer nylon of her tight little bikini panties.
They stood like that, in the middle of the room, for a long time, feeling each other and kissing hotly. Then David broke away, pushing Cheryl toward the bed.
"Lie down," he said. "I want to take all your clothes off."
She whimpered and bit her lip. Then she let him ease her onto the bed on her back. His fingers were trembling as he fumbled with the clasps at the waist of her miniskirt.
"Lift up," he said, when he had finally managed to undo them.
She lifted her long, slender legs in the air and shivered joyously as he tugged the tight skirt down over the fullness of her hips and threw it to the floor. Now she was naked except for her panties.
He bent over her, and she felt his warm breath on the firm, trembling plane of her belly. Then his fingers hooked themselves in the tight elastic waistband of her panties, and he tugged. She groaned as she felt the panties being shaved down her sleek, firm legs and pulled off her ankles. Now she was completely, deliciously naked.
She pulled herself up on her knees.
"Now it's my turn," she breathed hotly, her fingers working with his belt buckle.
She knelt on the bed before him and opened his pants. They fell around his feet, and his big fleshy cock sprang out at her like a jack-in-the-box. She cooed and cradled it with her soft, warm hands. Then she circled it with both hands and twisted them slowly, teasing in opposite directions. He groaned and pushed his fat stalk toward her as she lovingly caressed its turgid length.
Suddenly she remembered the dream-the couple in the park. Now she knew that that nightmare was about to end. She pulled his iron dick, like a stick of candy, toward her warm, moist lips. She was going to do it for him-the same thing that the girl had done that day in the park. It didn't scare her or make her sick-not even a little. Far from it, she was about to faint with excitement at the idea. She had sucked cocks before-but never like this-because she wanted to, because she loved the man to which the cock was attached.
She looked up at him. Then she blew her warm breath across the swollen, purple bulb of his truncheon. "I'm going to eat you," she whispered.
Then she popped her warm lips over the bulb of his hard penis. She laved the smooth hardness of his tool with her tongue, closing her eyes, taking her time. She reached up and clutched his massive knotted thighs, feeling the power, the tension in his body-the tension that she was building with her mouth-building to a fever pitch.
She slipped a few more inches of his hot meat into the moist, sucking cavern of her mouth. She heard him groan. She raked her little diamond teeth down the length of his meaty pipe. She felt his legs trembling. She reached around to hold his hard buttocks in her hands. She pulled his body toward her, shoving the whole length of his stiff dick into her throat. She gurgled and whimpered deep in her throat at the thrilling feel, the taste of his thing.
But then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back, away from her delicious task.
"No," she protested. "Please, let me do it . . . let me have it in my mouth."
"You will," he said. "But let's do it differently. Let's do it like this . . . "
He slid onto the bed-with his body reversed so that his face lay against her warm, smooth thighs. For a moment, she didn't understand, but then he parted her thighs expertly, and she felt his face pushing its way into the tangled, sticky nest of her dark pubic hair.
She thought she would faint from the thrill of his mouth and what it was doing to her. She heard him groan-a strange, muffled sound, and she felt his tongue part the lips of her musky gash and delve into the mucuous recesses of her hot, sticky pussy. She whimpered and scissored her firm thighs around his face. Then she took his long dick in her hand again and raised it to her mouth.
She was so excited she couldn't keep still. Her hips were churning against his face, she was pushing her honeyed cunt against his hot, sucking mouth again and again while she tongued and sucked his big prick fervently.
She slipped her fingers into the crack of his ass and played with his asshole. She was rewarded by the feeling of having his whole tongue stuffed like a fat, wiggling worm, up her gooey hole.
The room was full of the sounds of their sucking-the soft, mindless whimpers of delirium, the nasty, sticky sounds of the thrilling thing they were doing.
Cheryl tongued David's prong and fingered his asshole until her mouth was sore-but she couldn't stop. She felt herself being carried higher and higher by the devoted attention of his loving mouth buried between her legs. She clamped her firm brown thighs hard around his face. She moaned wetly, the sound strangely muffled by her mouthful of hot, throbbing cock.
His hard-on was enormous-her lips were stretched and distended by the thickness of the meaty thing. She sucked and tongued the quivering stalk, clung to it with lips that were stretched and ovaled like rubber bands. She bobbed her head up and down. Then she felt his hands clasped around her nude hips, lifting her over on top of him, so that she was straddling his face. Her sticky pussy made a wet, smacking sound as she slapped her hips against his body, fucking his face eagerly. At the same time, his throbbing pole was buried to the hilt in her clinging throatburied there deliciously.
She found that by relaxing the muscles of her throat, she could take the entire length of his steaming organ into her throat. Each time she pushed her face down around his fleshy nail, her nose mashed itself into the dark tangle of hair at the base of his belly. He was groaning thickly, parting her firm, jiggling buttocks to finger her asshole.
Then he speared his finger up into her rectum, and she screamed from the thrill of it. She wanted him to fill her up-to put his fingers and his tongue and his beautiful iron cock in her-all over.
But then he pried her thighs from around his face and gently disengaged his thrusting cock from her soft, bruised mouth.
She looked at him, beside herself with emptiness. "Please," she crooned, reaching for him again.
He shook his head. "No," he said, his voice thick with his own excitement. "Not like that . . . not this time. I want to fuck you."
Her eyes went wide. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, darling. I want you to fuck me."
She rolled over onto her back.
Then he was between her legs, snorting like a stallion. She felt the immense length and thickness of his probing dick, and she thought she would faint from the thrill of her anticipation. She wanted it in her-wanted it all the way up in her body, wanted to surround it with her pliant, womanly flesh, to never let it go. She reached down between them and took the meaty organ in her palm. Then she closed her fingers around it and guided its hard, blunt knob up to the lips of her oozing, sticky pussy. She looked into his eyes, savoring the fever that she saw there. His mouth was shiny with juices. She kissed him, driving her tongue down his throat.
Then he pushed his hips forward, imbedding his iron tusk in her clinging vagina. The breath left her body in a soft groan of fulfillment, and she spread her legs wider, fighting against the pain of his intrusion. It hurt-he was big, far bigger than any of the others. But the pain was different-it was agonizingly. delicious. She wanted him to hurt her, to split her in two with his gigantic telephone pole.
"Harder," she gasped. "Do it harder."
He jammed his pipe all the way up into her oozing socket, and both of them moaned with the feel of it. She braced her heels on the mattress and pushed back. It was so good, Jesus, it was so divinely good.
He began to pump his hot piston in and out of her gooey hole with short, quick strokes that took her breath away. She bit her lip and tossed her head from side to side on the bed. Then, as she stretched to accommodate him, the pain eased and was replaced by a fierce, gnawing heat that threatened to consume her.
She humped her slender body up at him, matching his rhythm, stroke-for-stroke. They fit together like a precise, well-oiled machine-each trying to draw the utmost in pleasure out of the other. Cheryl rolled her belly in a circular movement against his hard body. He groaned and bit into the satin slope of her nude shoulder.
She raked her fingernails down his back and he snorted like a bull and humped her furiously. The bedsprings were creaking and groaning as if the bed was about to collapse.
Then he slowed up, teasing her by withholding himself-leaving the blunt nose of his cock poised at the sticky entrance to her hotly aching vagina.
She wailed in frustration and kept slapping her sleek belly against him, but he braced himself on his arms, looked down at her and grinned.
"PLEASE," she moaned. "DO IT TO ME . . . FUCK ME OR I'LL DIE."
He slipped out of her and took her firmly by the hips. Then he rolled her over onto her belly.
"Bring your knees up under your shoulders," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."
The idea thrilled her beyond belief. She slithered her knees up and stuck her curvy little ass out at him like a bitch in heat.
"YES, DARLING," she whimpered. "OH, YES, YES, YES . . . I WANT IT NOW . . . I WANT IT IN ME."
She reached back between her tawny legs and grabbed his pecker frantically, guiding it to the lips of her exposed cunt. Then he entered her-easily this time-and she cried out and shimmied her firm ass back against him.
He leaned forward, snaked his arm under her and grabbed her bobbing melons, catching the hard brown nipples between his fingers and twisting them lightly. She shook and shivered as she rolled her bottom against him. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, then he was sucking on her shoulder, biting her like a wild animal while he fucked his long white dick furiously in and out of her gooey snatch.
She cried out and bit into the pillow. It was wonderful like this. She felt possessed completely, overwhelmed by the strong urgency of his male need-by the power of his muscular body.
He was through playing games. He was jabbing his body against hers hard and fast. There was a slapping sound each time his loins connected with the silky, ripe flesh of her tawny ass. She moved her butt around and around like a pin-wheel. She reached back between her legs and cupped his balls in her warm palms, rolling them around and around like marbles. They were so heavy and hot, and the skin of his scrotum felt so funny and wrinkled.
Everything was moving faster and faster. He was humping her with impossible speed and fury. She thought she would dissolve in the heat of his friction. She was crying now, approaching the brink of a blinding climax.
Then his pistoning penis was going crazy inside her, twitching wildly, spilling his warm milk into her spasming womb. She heard him make a sound that was halfway between a snort and a scream, and he squeezed her breasts so hard that they felt like they were going to burst.
She gave herself to the delirium of her own climax gratefully.
She felt herself carried away on unbelievably deep and bone melting waves of scalding ecstasy. She had never dreamed that it could be so beautiful. She came so hard she cried, and it seemed to last forever.
Somehow, in the middle of the night, she found herself half on top of David. She reached down and felt his prick. It was hard as iron. She pulled herself astride him and rode him for a long time until they came together, shaking and sobbing.
Then, at dawn, she felt his weight again against her. She rolled over onto her belly, and he fucked her in the ass, while she whimpered and shook beneath him.
"We can't just do this all the time!" she said, as they were drinking coffee in the morning.
"Why not?" he quipped, grinning lewdly.
She smiled. "We won't live very long. We'll just waste away to nothing."
"What a way to go."
"I've got an idea," she said, after a few minutes.
He arched his eyebrows quizzically.
"Let's take a shower together."
He grinned and pushed back his chair. They were both still naked. Outside the rain was coming down gently.
When they were together under the stinging needle spray of the shower, she began to soap his body.
He leaned back blissfully against the tiles of the shower stall while she smeared the bar of soap all over his chest and belly.
As her hand dipped lower, his penis began to swell, like a little animal waking up.
She giggled and dipped down to slide the bar of soap around against his thick legs, never touching his cock.
"What's this?" she giggled. "What have we here?"
He sighed and spread his legs a little. "I can't help it," he said. "My body is in love with your body."
She sighed and slipped down to her knees, letting the hot water fall across the nape of her neck. Then she soaped his hardening dick with her slim fingers until it was standing straight up.
"All right, enough of that," he murmured thickly. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum all over your pretty face."
She giggled. "That would be nice," she said, but she let him draw her to her feet.
Now it was his turn. He soaped her smooth brown body until she was slippery and glistening all over. Then he pushed two soapy fingers up into her cunt and wiggled them around, making her sigh and spread her legs.
"We're crazy," she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his warmly. "You know that, don't you?"
"I know," he muttered, nosing his blunt, soapy tool up between her legs. "I know, and I love being crazy with you."
"Oh, David," she groaned as he slipped his cock into her body.
She leaned back against the tiles and let her hips move around and around as he fucked her long and slow under the scalding spray.
When they finally came, it was a deep mellow wave that seemed to fuse their writhing bodies together.
They were still standing, locked together, limp and breathing hard when the hot water ran out. The water was suddenly icy. They yelled and scrambled out of the shower.
When they had toweled each other off lovingly, they fell asleep together.