Chapter 16
She had heard that roar before, that wounded bull, that bear charging out of his cave.
Gordon appeared to leap from her. One of his big, hairy hands swept past her face and grabbed hold of Jackie. Suddenly, he was groping her, hands gliding and moving into everywhere.
From everywhere people came flying toward the pair of naked bodies, women with tits leaping, a dozen hands thrusting into the tangle, hands clawing and clutching. It was an orgy, a spontaneous happening with sex being the catalyst.
Sherry jerked upright, knowing she must help but with no idea what was going on, except that inside her cunt pulsing gushes continued.
Maybe I should have left Jackie alone, she thought.
This has to be a dream Sherry thought. It must be. I'm dreaming.
But this was no dream. This was war.
A sex war. A fucking nightmare war.
Sherry jumped into the middle of things. The sex urge grabbed her strongly and took hold of her senses like a wave takes command of a rudderless ship.
Sherry ran after Gordon. She wanted to stop him. She wanted to pull Jackie away and suck on his cock.
She pulled on his shoulder. Gordon was holding his wife by the cooze, staring her straight in the eye. He said, "I'm not letting go, baby. Feel my finger. It must be a foot up your cunt. I ain't stopping until I feel you cum against my finger.
With that he jammed his hand up her crotch, and Jackie screamed.
Sherry, feeling it was all or nothing, attacked. She dug her fingers into Gordon's back and raked the muscles. Long, bloody streaks followed.
Suddenly, Gordon spun around and with his free hand grabbed Sherry.
His face looked chalky in the light, like he was going to be sick to his stomach.
Sherry said, "Gordon, I want you. I want your cock right this instant. I can't wait. I want you. I need you."
He was staring bug-eyed at the little nympho. His mouth worked. No words came out.
"Say something!" Sherry shouted.
At last he rose shakily to his feet and went, legs wobbling, out of the living room. Sherry watched as did Jackie, both women were astonished by Gordon's erratic behavior. Astonished beyond words.
Gordon returned and said, "I went to piss. My balls were aching like a son-of-a-bitch. So I pissed all my troubles away."
Sherry inspected his cock.
It wagged like a dogs tail, the circumcised head dripping like a small faucet.
Tears blinded Sherry as she went to his side. Why was he acting so indifferent. Take a pee. Christ, he had his wife, his thirteen year-old girl friend and his wife, all naked, all yearning for his sex and he said fuck it and took a piss.
Men! They are so impossible.
Sherry heard the other murmuring. She turned and stared straight at Jackie. Sherry sensed the older women's jealousy. She could feel Jackie's eyes gazing, burning like coals.
Sherry turned her head. Her cunt was hot for action. Yet Gordon was not turned on. She could tell. Suddenly the girl took a deep breath and decided to try the dildo. Perhaps, he would come back around later.
She went to the bathroom and found the dildo where it had been left. Then she came back to the living room and sat against the chair. For some reason, it was important to have an orgasm in front of the group. She held the cock in front of her and stared down at her cunt. She could see the livid line of her split, the slight ovaling of her vaginal mouth. Only a few minutes ago she had been having the time of her life. Now this, this infernal machine.
Maybe Gordon would take the cock away from her and use his. It was a thought, but she doubted that would happen.
He must be feeling terribly turned on, she thought, working the dildo tip into her slit. She jacked her legs up, and wiggled her rump. She paused, the gadget in her hand, gazing at herself. In a few months, round tits would be hanging from her flat chest, and curly pubic hair would cover her snatch. Her glistening coral slit looked so wide, from the flared notch where her clit, limp now, dangled, down the crinkled inner labia to her hole.
Jesus, I must be dreaming again, she gasped. Her eyes snapped open.
Her cunt was beat up. It was firm and tight and wonderful. It sucked the dildo, squeezing on the plastic surface, coming down like a vice.
The cock hurt going up inside her channel. It hurt like hell, but Sherry continued working the tool deep into her pussy just the same.
How big will I get, she thought. Will I have a snatch like Margaret. All soft and hairy with a crimson, bleeding line for a slit. Will that be me?
Up, deeper into her slit went the dildo. It moved quickly up her hole, disappearing into her slit.
She began to wiggle, feeling that big fuck stick starting to click inside her crotch. She dropped her legs. Now she closed them hugging the gizmo within. Of her pussy she now saw only her plump mound and the dimple where her thighs meet it. She thought, really, it looks much prettier tucked inside me. My skin is beautiful, so clear and smooth. It's much better than hair.
Still she wanted a pelt, a furry rug covering her twat.
The cock was rocking wildly now as she squatted down, and, oh, a flush colored her cheek, spread down over her swollen breasts. like a cum beginning!
Then she heard a voice from the darkness. A voice that said, "Look at what Sherry is doing!"
Her heart leaped. Dearest Gordon! "Oh, darling."
Her eyes snapped opened and she was staring at Gordon. He was smiling, wearing her pink panties on his head and smirking like a grade schooler.
"I think she's flipped out," he said. "Look at her. Look at her using that cock!"
She reached out with her free hand, but he backed away. Suddenly, the panties disappeared, as he reached out for Sherry's breasts.
His hand found the breast, small and tight and his thumb fondled the round nub at the end. "Sherry, are you all right," he said. "You look crazy as hell."
Was she all right? She was fucking fantastic. Gordon was caressing her nipples again while the enormous dick throbbing in her belly. She felt hot and good all over, especially her throbbing clit being dinged by the dildo. Suddenly, Gordon's tongue was parting her lips slipping into her mouth, like a limber cock, darting here and there!
She slipped a hand down his chest, found his flat belly and the tuft of curly pubic hair. For a moment her entire being existed in the hand weaving about the rigid column, which seemed a firebrand against her sweaty palm.
Their mouths parted. Panting, Gordon said, "Man, hard again. Stick yourself with that plastic cock baby. I'm gonna fill your mouth.
"Damn, the little tart," Margaret sneered. "Steal my man, right from under my nose. I should kill her. Right this instant."
Jackie wasn't too happy either. "I have the same feeling."
Sherry, meanwhile rammed the dildo home, as Gordon instructed, saw the glistening pool of pussy juice gathering at the apex of her crotch. She whispered, blushing as she spoke, "Ohhhh, I want to, I want to so bad."
She jiggled the pecker in her slot just to be sure this was, indeed, everything she always wanted.
Gordon said nothing. The girl had gone to the brink and then a step. She was crazy as a loon carrying on the way she did.
It upset Gordon. His balls rumpled, his cock twitching to hug the lining of her mouth. Eagerly, he leaned against her, slowly moving his cock where his lips had been.
Sherry felt his presence against her arm and turned her head, felt the tip of his cock brush her lower lip. With an upward movement, she drove the dildo into her cunt. Up to the hilt.
It's in! It's all the way in!
Sherry wanted him to spurt in her mouth.
His juice, I need it, need it now. I want to lick and lip it, wow, he's so fucking big, his cock may drown me.
"Take my pecker," he ordered. "Damn you, baby, take my cock!"
His fingertip wriggled on her anal knot, sending electric thrills up her spine. She was hot everywhere, on fire and before she knew what was happening, her thumb flicked the dildo switch.
YAAAAAAA!! ! !
Her belly tightened, then went straight as a board. Her rump fluttered briefly, followed by her lips which trembled when not dribbling spittle.
Gordon, not wanting to miss his chance, swung his pecker towards those wetting lips, grabbing her jaw with his hands and jerking her face around.
Her mouth faced him, the lips shaped into a giant O. It was a target, a huge, easy target and with a forward jolt of hips, his prick found the mark, penetrated inside.
He plunged once, twice and again. Sweat poured from his skin as he rammed her mouth.
"Ohhhh, this is it," he gasped.
It came in a hot gush, a fountain of thick cream spitting into her throat. Her renewed cum was so body-quaking that she was not quite aware of the cock discharging in her mouth.
Electric thrills rattled her crotch. Wild, wonderful thrills.
She couldn't have enough. Not nearly enough.