Chapter 5
The bright light hitting eighteen-year-old Cherie Tyson's dilated eyes blinded her for a moment, but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, the young girl froze in shock. Cherie had expected any conference to be informal, but nothing Russ had said had prepared her for what was really going on, and a shock of searing fear rippled through her girlishly ripe young body.
Kelly Walker was lying completely nude on a huge bed. Her long shapely legs were spread wide to show her open, pink glistening cunt and a gray-haired, very distinguished looking man was kneeling between them running his lips and tongue moistly over her body, stopping to suck on her huge heaving tits, teasing the little quivering buds of her nipples into hard pebble-like knobs, moving on to tease the narrow valley between two firmly throbbing mounds, to flick against the soft, sensitive skin of her hotly quivering pussy.
The naked raven-haired cover girl writhed ecstatically beneath the older man's darting tongue, while little moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Her beautiful face was contorted into a mask of lust, her mouth hanging slack in mindless rapture, With a sudden movement, she raised her two hands to the man's head, tangled her long slim fingers in his hair, then pulled his mouth to hers. He covered her lips hungrily, fucked his tongue forward again to press between them, to thrust it deep into her throat.
A surge of passion seared through Cherie's own body quivering cunt like a crashing wave as, through marijuana-hazed eyes, she watched her beautiful neighbor once again engaged in fucking a man . . . only this time it was different. Cherie assumed the man to be Gaylord Montague, the head of the model agency, and Kelly was doing this to advance her own status in the fashion world. She could feel Russ standing next to her, and knew that he was staring at the wanton spectacle. Cherie wondered if his cock was getting as aroused by the obscene sight as her pussy was. Seeing her friend naked like that, with a man running his tongue over her huge creamy white titties increased the prickling spasms of pleasure spreading through her cock-hungry cunt that had been started by Russ's knee pressing against her leg.
Cherie shuddered, almost afraid to be in Russ's presence now. She wanted to turn, wanted to run away as she had done the first time she had seen Kelly being fucked by a man, but something held her there. She was watching the way the agency was really being run, and her marijuana -- and liquor -- controlled mind would not allow her to remove herself from this lesson. Try as she might, she could not move from her spot as she stood rooted there in the doorway.
Cherie sought desperately for something to say. She felt as though Russ expected her to express her shock, but she could only stammer. "That's . . . that's Gaylord Montague?"
Russ lowered his head to hers and she heard him whisper hotly, "That's him, all right . . . and this is one of his most important conference rooms."
Gaylord's hands were now roaming the length of Kelly's lovely body, and they grasped and kneaded the succulent mounds of her ecstatically throbbing titties. They slipped teasingly over the soft, smooth swell of her belly, on down to her hips and as he slid them beneath Kelly's nakedly wriggling asscheeks, Cherie started to feel a little faint. As she started to feel her legs turning to rubber under her, Russ reached out with his hands to hold her up, catching her around her waist, his fingers spreading out to touch the upper part of her cunt. She fell against his body for support, and felt the growing stiffness of his ballooning cock under his pants. She gasped with involuntary pleasure at the sensation of once again having his hugely pulsating cock against her body, and then gasped again as she returned her attention to what was happening on the bed.
Gaylord Montague's cock was standing straight out from his body now, and he placed his hands on the sensitive flesh of Kelly Walker's soft, inner thighs, spread her legs even wider, then parted the softly curling, dark pussy hair to expose the long narrow slit of her wetly glistening cunt. He flicked his wrist and his middle finger sank deep into the moist, ready cunthole, twisting and turning there while Kelly moaned again in ecstasy, squirming beneath this maddening excitement . . . this lascivious plundering of her hot, luscious little cunt. Neither she nor the head of the agency seemed to notice that they were being watched, or if they did notice, they obviously didn't care.
Kelly bucked and thrashed beneath his plunging finger, and then her own hand shot out to grasp his thickly throbbing cock, sliding up and down the huge fleshy hardness, running one fingernail teasingly along the sensitive underside of it As suddenly as she had grasped his prick, she released it once again tangling her hands in Gaylord Montague's hair. This time she grunted loudly and pulled his head downward, toward her now raging pussy, snapped it forward until his mouth was only inches away from the open split of her wetly glistening pussy lips.
With another quick flick of his wrist, and a strange sucking sound as well, Gaylord withdrew his finger from the glistening pink hole of her pussy and braced his palms against her inner thighs, while he rested his thumbs on the soft, fleshy, curl-rimmed pussy lips. With a slow, maddening movement, he drew the soft, darkly furred cunt lips apart, exposing the long moist coral slit to Cherie's excited gaze.
Gaylord flung his head downward then, burying the full length of his flicking, slippery tongue in the hot, throbbing walls of Kelly's pussy. She gasped at the intrusion, then let out a long deep sigh as Gaylord withdrew his tongue to lick her pink tenderly throbbing clitoris, teasing the tender bud into a taut little erection. His lips closed over the tiny quivering cock, sucking on it, drawing the soft warm folds deep inside the moist cavern of his mouth, while she groaned in insanely mounting excitement. His tongue worked its way up and down the narrow, moist slit, and Kelly, still groaning in her mad passion, began to grind her naked hips and asscheeks deep into the mattress.
Cherie was so taken by the wanton sight that she herself began grinding her own hips back against Russ's cock, pressing the two half moons of her provocative sensuous asscheeks against his hugely bulging prick and sending it into the narrow cloth-covered crevice between her asscheeks. A sudden shudder of pure pleasure racked Cherie's passion-tortured young cunt. Her blood was tingling, exploding into raging pinpoints of fire that coursed hotly through her pussy. God! She wanted to move . . . wanted to leave . . . but there was something she couldn't understand which was holding her fixed in the doorway, pushing her asscheeks back against Russ's huge cock, moving from side to side now, beginning to circle against the stiff, fleshy, cloth-covered shaft pressing into the tight little crevice of her asscheeks. She breathed heavily, gasping out her pleasure in time to the gasps and moans of Kelly Walker, squirming under Gaylord's lashing penetrating tongue.
Like the beautiful, wanton cover girl on the bed, Cherie seemed dazed, under some sort of lewd sexual spell in her lust-incited trance . . . her drugged stupor. She increased her movements, gyrating madly against Russ's cock still in his pants, thrilling to the pressure of its thick, pulsing length. She stared wide-eyed as the girl on the bed jerked and bucked and thrashed, her hugely billowing titties heaving wildly, as Gaylord Montague pushed her knees up hard, back against her crazily dancing titties and swirled his tongue deep up into the body grinding split of her cunt
As Cherie stared with her mouth hanging open at the nakedly writhing figures on the bed, a wail of raw, animal lust split the air, and Kelly's legs and arms jerked out spasmodically, convulsively, like a puppet's on a string, her pussy splitting wider still as she pulled Gaylord's head still deeper into her hotly throbbing cunthole, her tautly held body quivering out of control.
The nakedly writhing model on the bed began to moan and squeal incessantly now, while Cherie staring wide-eyed in shocked delight, felt her breath catch in her throat. The wide-eyed raven-haired beauty was going to cum . . . she was going to cum!
Kelly began a low, husky chant that welled up from deep in her throat, and then her hips bucked abandonedly as she tensed in her orgasmic climax, her form seeming to be suspended like a particle in space, oblivious to all but the spasms of pleasure that stabbed through her wildly tingling cunt, and then, with another loud wail, she exploded outward, her legs splaying out, her arms dropping to her sides as she fell back, drained and spent, against the bed.
Cherie watched the panting figure on the bed, her own titties heaving with the deep breaths of air she was taking. She lowered her head and tried to regain her senses and leave, but as she started to turn, she was surprised to hear the voice of the man on the bed say, "Oh . . . don't go just yet, folks. You've only seen the first half." Kelly, upon hearing Gay-lord's voice, opened her eyes and rose to a sitting position with a strange smile on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the hardened throbbing shaft jutting from the older man's hairy loins. Even though the man was in his late forties, his body was lean and muscular, and there was something attractive, if somewhat obnoxious, about him. Turning her large azure blue eyes to Russ standing behind her, she asked, "What does he mean?"
Russ, his own eyes glazed with lust, moved his hands up and down the sides of Cherie's trembling little pussy, squeezing the soft warm pussy flesh beneath her skirt, almost as if he were in a trance himself. "If you want to know, you'll have to stay and watch."
Cherie returned her glance to the couple on the bed to see Kelly position herself over Gaylord Montague's now outstretched thighs, her head lowering over the older man's huge, throbbing cock, enclosing it in her widely ovalled mouth. Cherie couldn't believe what she was watching. She had heard about oral sex before, but she had never even done that with Spencer! Was this the way people got ahead in the world? It seemed to be totally different from everything Kelly had told her, but it must be true.
A strong fascination held the. beautiful blonde in the doorway as she watched Kelly's head bobbing up and down over Gaylord's lower belly, her lips clasped tightly around his long thick cock. His prick stood hard and rigid, clearly visible in the well-lit room, and Cherie could see slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base. Her eyes focused on the details of Kelly's naked body kneeling over Gaylord Montague. Her body throbbing tits dangled lightly over the tight sinews of the man's taut stomach and brushed sensually against his trim muscular belly as she raised and lowered her obscenely sucking mouth up and down over his virile hardness.
This was more than Cherie could have imagined. Try as she might, she couldn't leave the scene, even though she wanted to. There was something fascinating about the whole thing . . . something that told her she should stay and watch. If she was going to advance her career, she wanted to know everything that was expected of her. She watched as Kelly circled her hand around the base of Gaylord's cock as she sucked it in rhythm to her mouth sliding up and down on the wetly glistening shaft. Cherie saw the lean-bodied man flex his asscheeks and bend his head, his lust-contorted face focused on the wantonly exciting sight of the top of the woman's head bobbing up and down over the flat plane of his belly.
Then Kelly reached under his ass, an asscheek in each palm, and drew his loins up to her face as far as she could. Now the nearly bursting cock was fucking almost full length up into her throat with each powerful stroke, and the rotation of his uplifted loins sent his cum-laden balls careening off her chin. Cherie was certain that Kelly would choke on the massive pole of cockflesh, but her maddening sucking continued on and on.
Cherie's entire body was once again trembling from the effects of the alcohol and marijuana. She could feel Russ's hand gently stroking at the full tip of her painfully swollen tittie, yet she didn't pull away as one of his arms curved around her small back and the other kneaded her proud young tit with rhythmic contractions of his palm. Cherie felt her pussy throb, and even though she tried to fight it, she could feel the sensation taking hold of her.
Russ drew her gently into his arms, running his hand from her sensuously quivering tit across the fullness of her hips and then back again along her sides between their bodies to the large mounds again. Then he pressed his wet, parted lips on her mouth and wormed the warm moistness of his tongue between her teeth. The pleasurable sensations she'd felt when he had first touched her seemed to surge forth now without restraint, and suddenly she found herself kissing him back passionately, her hands slipping to his ass as though with a mind of their own to grasp them flutteringly for a moment, and then hold them tighter. His hand slid down her back and seized one of her firm full asscheeks, drawing its roundness into his palms and pressing inward so that her wetly throbbing pussy was pressed against the hard bulge in his pants.
"Russ . . . please ... I ... we ... " the young girl started to say, fearing that she might be going too far with a man she hardly knew. She turned her head to one side and watched the scene on the bed once again. Sharp gurgling sounds were being omitted from Kelly's throat, while Gaylord broke out into panting sighs that grew louder and more brittle in intensity as he approached his wildly searing climax. The man's tensed asscheeks raised and lowered furiously off the bed as his balls slapped with wild force up against the subserviently kneeling model's chin. Cherie could see the girl's hand slip down his muscularly straining thigh to cup the cum-filled sac of his sensuously jerking balls and draw them up against the swelling base of his cock.
Suddenly there was an intense intake of air, and a long wailing outburst of breath as Gaylord Montague yelled, "Oh God . . . shit . . . suck my prick!" He curved his torso up and seized the girl's raven hair in his hands, thrusting her throbbing head down over the length of his long, hard, pulsating cock.
"Ooooooohhh . . . mmmmmmpppphhh . . . mmm-mmm . . ." Kelly mewled, her eyes bulging as she sucked in the entire long hard length of his thrusting cock.
Gaylord's chin fell to his chest and he watched her suck him like a starving child being fed a candy cane.
"Ooocwoorrrrrrggggghhh . . . I'm . . . I'm cummmmmming! I'm cuummming ... " He bellowed, upthrusting vigorously into Kelly's working mouth while his asscheeks danced in a wild gyration of orgasming desire.
That was the end of Cherie's trance. She turned slowly and, pushing Russ gently to one side, walked through the hall and out of the bedroom. Kelly had lied to her. That was obvious to her now. She could remember the beautiful dark-haired woman telling her that advancement was based on hard work and skill, but she hadn't said what kind of skill. Now that Cherie could see what was expected of her if she wanted to become famous and successful, she wanted to have no part of it. What other people did with their lives was fine with her, but she had her own life to five, and she was not going to be forced into something she didn't like simply for the sake of becoming a cover girl.
Cherie was hardly aware of Russ following her until she entered the elevator and saw him standing next to her as the doors closed.
Cherie didn't know what she should do with Russ standing next to her in the elevator. She thought that perhaps she should say something to him, but every time she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. Fuss was obviously just as uncomfortable as she was, for she caught him looking at her, and then turn away when their eyes met.
Finally, the elevator doors opened, and the two of them walked out of the building and into the street "I want you to know that I had nothing to do with what you saw," Russ said, his voice sounding apologetic.
"I suppose you're going to tell me that you didn't know what was going on in that room," she said, her voice as sarcastic as she could make it
"No ... I knew what was going on in there. I told you that you wouldn't like it."
"And I suppose you were trying to make up my mind for me when you said that."
"God damn it, Cherie," he said, feeling a little frustrated with her. "I said you wouldn't like it, but I didn't do anything to keep you from it. What did you want me to say, that your friend Kelly Walker and the agency head were sucking each other off? Would you have been happy with that?"
The anger in his voice frightened her a little, and she looked at him, trying to decide if she should be mad at him or accept his friendship, something he was obviously trying to offer.
"What happened between you and Kelly? she asked, deciding that she would reserve judgment until she had all the facts. "Every time the two of you talk about each other, I get the feeling you would slit each other's throats if you had the chance."
"Well, it's a long story. If you like, I can take you home and tell you. Something tells me you don't want to go back to the party now."
The lovely blonde woman thought for a moment. Should she let Russ take her home, or should she take a taxi, as she had intended? She decided that she wanted to hear what Russ had to say. After what she had seen her neighbor doing, she doubted that she would get a straight answer from the lovely, but amoral Kelly Walker. Russ had been so nice to her during the past week. "Okay," she said, resignation in her voice. "I'll listen to you."
"Kelly and I were going to be married once," Russ said as they walked to his car parked on the other side of the street. "It was when we had both just started out."
On the way home, Russ told the silent young blonde about his relationship with Kelly. They had been living together for almost six months when they had both gotten jobs at the agency. At first, it had been wonderful for them. The opportunities to get to the top were great. The women who worked could get ahead, but only as long as they played ball.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you like that?" Cherie said, feeling indignant.
"No, I'm not going to tell you that. It was land of nice fucking all those beautiful women. But I could see what is was doing to some of them, especially Kelly. When I first knew her, she was a really nice girl. Oh, she had her little flings now and then. So did I. I didn't give a shit, though, but now she'll do anything with anyone to advance her career. I mean fun is fun, but there comes a time when a little responsibility is needed. Totally unprofessional girls would get jobs over girls who wanted to advance on hard work and their beauty alone. Some of them are still around. Not very many. And they aren't cover-girls."
Cherie and Russ rode the rest of the way to her apartment in silence. Cherie was thinking through the things he had told her. It would put a lot of things in a better light if he were telling the truth, and there was no reason to think that he wasn't being anything but honest with her. She could tell he wasn't as coarse as Bob, who obviously liked the way things were.
When they got to Cherie's apartment house, her first thought was that she just wanted to go to bed and forget about what had happened, but she found that she was becoming more and more attracted to Russ. She decided that she would make up for the times he had called her up to go to dinner with him.
"Would you like to come up for a little coffee?" she asked. "I sort of owe you for bringing me home."
"Thank you," he said. "I'd like that very much."
Now that the tension between them was relieved, Cherie found that she could relax in the presence of this man. He was so much like Spencer ... so kind and warm and understanding. And certainly a good deal more friendly than anyone she had met in New York so far. She wondered what her relationship with Kelly would be like now, though. She still liked her beautiful neighbor, despite what she had become. How Kelly wanted to lead her life was her own business.
"I have a better idea than coffee," Russ said as Cherie walked into her apartment with him. "I brought a little grass with me. We could smoke that Getting stoned is a lot more fun than coffee."
Cherie thought for a moment, and then her face broke out into a huge grin. It had been a long time since she had been really stoned, and she remembered how good she had felt when she had smoked a great deal. If ever she needed to feel good, it was tonight. "Fine with me," she said.
Russ pulled out an expensive looking cigarette case, and the shapely young blonde noticed that it was packed with joints.
"Most of the stuff that comes into New York is just average, but I picked this up when I went to Columbia three months ago. Good dope at a good price. To us!" he said as he put a joint to his lips and ht it. Inhaling the thick white smoke, he passed it to Cherie.
After only one puff, she could see what he meant She was as stoned as she had ever been, and there was still the rest of the joint to smoke. She went to the couch in her living room and sat down. Russ sat next to her, and they passed the joint back and forth until ft was all gone. Then the suave fashion photographer lit another, and then a third. By the time they had finished their fourth, they were laughing and talking as though they were old friends. She was thoroughly relaxed now, and her head was swimming as if in a dream. Sitting next to her, Russ noticed that she had kicked her shoes off. They were under a chair on the other side of the room. He noticed that her sheer dress had ridden up her thigh, exposing the satin soft skin of her leg almost to her panties. As she wriggled a little in her laughter, the dress inched higher, until Russ could see the thin nylon cuntband of her panties snuggled tight against the narrow slit of her pussy. He leaned forward, brushing his hand casually against her knee, then ran it teasingly up her leg.
Suddenly, Cherie stopped her laughing as she felt a stirring of the burning desire that had churned her pussy to a fever pitch earlier, as Russ's hand touched her sensitive flesh. She looked into the man's hazel eyes, and he looked into hers. Another spurt of excitement raced through her cunt, and she felt a lascivious tingle in it. Though Russ had said nothing, she could tell what was running through his mind. His actions were deliberate now, and she felt the growing longing in her pussy that had been there ever since she had left Spencer. A few drops of moisture seeped from her quivering little pussy lips onto the fringe of downy pussy hair. Her thoughts were confused. She hardly knew Russ, and she was allowing him to touch her down there ... in her cunt. She thought that she should stop him from going any farther, but he was such a wonderful man, and she had been without any real sex for so long.
Cherie's head felt a little fuzzy, as if it were filled with cotton batting, and she had trouble putting her thoughts into any sequence. But that, she admitted to herself, was just because of all the pot she had smoked. Her head whirled, and she seemed to feel Russ's nearness sending little thrills through her now tensing, excited body. Then she realized that he had slipped his arm around her neck and that his hand was sliding down into the low cut neckline of her dress, slipping under it, under the bit of lace and the wispy nylon of her bra. He began to slowly stroke the tender round globe of her nakedly cupped tittie, running his finger maddeningly over the sensitive surface of her cream-white skin.
Cherie flexed under the gentle assault, arched backwards, as he grasped one tiny throbbing nipple between his thumb and forefinger and massaged the little bud into a hard knob. He whispered something into her ear that made her start and then went on, kneading her succulent, sensuously trembling tittie between his strong fingers while a flood of excitement and pleasure again washed over her, mounting to new heights of passion.
Now Russ's other hand crept up her leg again, crawling with lust-provoking slowness, to dip under the hem of her dress, already edged high over her thighs, and then to snake its way under the lacy elastic legband of her flimsy pink nylon panties. With an ever-growing pressure, he parted Cherie's close-pressed thighs, and began to tease at the light sprinkling of blond pussy hair there, hiding the softly quivering flesh of her cunt.
Cherie gasped at the pleasure Russ's stroking fingers induced in her hungrily demanding little pussy, The seep of pussy juices between her thighs swelled to a flood, soaking the flimsy cuntband of her panties, as she closed her eyes tightly, letting the sweep and roll of pleasure course through her whole body. It was so good, she thought. So good. And somehow, it wasn't wrong, as her mother had told her it was.
True, Russ was not her husband, but she trusted him, and she remembered how good it made her pussy feel when she fucked with a man she trusted. She had gone for so long with only the memory of that feeling . . . and she wanted to have it again! This could be the real start of her new life!
She leaned back, relaxed again, as Russ continued his teasing ministrations of her body flowing cunt.
Suddenly a little gurgling moan welled from Cherie's throat, escaped her half-parted lips as Russ's middle finger pushed aside the soft golden curls of her pussy hair and wormed its way between the moist walls of her softly yielding cunt. She groaned softly and squirmed her open pussy down against the impaling finger, her breath coming in sharp, short gasps, as her whole torso quivered and quaked beneath the lascivious invasion. He began to turn and twist his probing finger teasingly around up inside, expanding Cherie's tight little cunthole with each rotation. The maddening taunting of her now stretched pussy sent waves of fire roaring through her trembling body, white-hot flames licking at her arching, cock-hungry cunt. The delicious agony became unbearable, and she mewled in rapture.
She slumped back against the couch in her marijuana daze, her eyes tightly shut, her mind closed, wiped bare of all thought or reason. Nothing mattered at all . . . nothing but the insane pleasure emanating from her tingling, lust-driven little cunt.
She felt Russ's hand leave her hugely trembling tit and twist behind her, finding the zipper of her dress and drawing it down slowly over the length of her body. She felt his hand on her shoulder easing the rustling fabric of her dress down over her firm, rip young titties, over the softly curving swell of her belly, to fall around her hips. His hand reached for her tits again and struggled to free the succulent mounds of flesh encased within her bra.
Cherie struggled against her passion filled mind, torn between the morals by which she had lived for so long and the emptiness that had been gnawing inside her cunt. And then there was the sibilant sound of tearing cloth as Russ ripped the restricting garment from her, wadded it into a tiny ball and flung it across the living room.
The handsome photographer's head flicked forward now, and he fastened his warm mouth down over the small quivering bud of her nipple. His tongue darted out, laving the little protuberance, licking it, teasing it into a stiff little erection. He began" to suck on the tender bud, delicately at first, then with increasing pressure, as though it were some sweet, sun-ripened berry from which he must extract the last drop of goodness.
With a soft sucking sound, Russ withdrew his finger from the warm, moistly sucking hole of her wetly throbbing little cunt, slipped his hand around her, slid it under her round, smoothly curved asscheeks, lifting her partially off the couch. With his other hand, he trailed a slow, teasing path from her ecstatically billowing tit along her soft, unresisting belly to tug at the sheer cloth of her pink silk panties. He eased his hand under the elastic waistband and stretched it until it snapped, then slid panties and dress down over her whitely quivering hips and thighs. She jerked back convulsively as a ripple of cold air wafted across her naked, pink, glistening little pussy, then instinctively relaxed her legs apart as Russ eased her clothes to the carpet.
His middle finger sought the center of her naked, sensuously throbbing cunt again, to tease thrillingly at the golden, sparsely growing pussy hair there, then suddenly dart down into the moistly aching pussy slit. Gently the tip stroked the throbbing little pink bud of her clitoris, coaxing it into a quivering erection, while Cherie moaned at the little electric shocks of pleasure that stabbed through her pussy. Once more he parted the pink fleshy lips of her moist little cunt, and once more his finger fucked deep into the body pulsating cunthole, and Cherie squirmed and bucked beneath it in wild abandon.
In the back of her mind, she heard the faint voice of her mother telling her that what she was doing should not be done unless a person was married, but she remembered now what intense pleasure fucking that one time with Spencer had brought her, and she was not about to give up that pleasure now!
Cherie heard the sound of a zipper as Russ opened his fly, and then felt his hard, thickly pulsating cock burst forth, to press against the soft, cool flesh of the outside of one thigh. She moaned and turned to stare at his huge, jutting cock. God! Dear God I It was enormous. Larger than Spencer's had ever been. He couldn't be thinking of actually fucking her little pussy with his cock. It was just too big!
"You're going to . . . to . . . fuck that in ... in. ...
"I'm going to fuck your cunt, Cherie . . . and I can tell that you want it as much as I do. It's time you put away that small town thinking and grew up a little. You're in the big city now."
Even though there was something taunting about his voice, Cherie recognized the truth of what he said, and she did not resist when he took her ankles and swung her dangling legs up onto the couch. In a moment he was kneeling over her, spreading her yielding thighs wider and wider. Then he grasped his thick cock in his hand, guiding it down toward her still hotly pulsating pussy lips. Cherie closed her eyes, and her breathing stopped for what seemed like an eternity as she finally allowed her desires to take hold of her. She thought she would die of anticipation of the wonderful moment when he would drive that fiery rod of pulsing cockflesh up into her love-starved little cunt
"Now . . . Russ . . . now ... " she breathed. "Oh God . . . fuck your cock up into my hot pussy! Ooooohhhh! I can hardly wait."
She had only once said anything like that to a man, but her pussy was so desperate now for cock that she said whatever came to her mind. Above her, Russ's face became a grimace of sheer animal lust, as he heard her impassioned plea. He had wanted to fuck Cherie ever since he had first seen her photographs. True, he had been a little put off by her small town morality, and he was going to show her that she should stop acting like a little girl She ought to know what the score was.
With a little cry of conquest, he pressed forward on her nakedly squirming body and heard her gasp in delirious satisfaction as the swollen rock-hard head of his cock fucked forward, in past the moist, slightly parted mouth of her pussy. His stiffly throbbing cock was like an iron poker as it moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the near virginal walls of her aching pussy, and the lovely blonde girl winced at the shocking sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as it fucked further up into her cunt, his hugely throbbing cock seeming to slide in forever, filling her greedily devouring cunt more gloriously and completely than she would ever have believed possible.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, the handsome photographer looked down and delighted in the unbelievable spectacle of this formerly prim and proper young model nakedly spread beneath his muscled body with the head of his enormous prick buried in the soft, silky curling hair of her wetly flowing cunt. He fell needlessly forward, his weight smashing her body quivering tits tightly back against her chest with the power of his sudden in-fuck. His muscular asscheeks lurched forward at the same time to fuck his long, thickly pulsing cock deep into her ravenous little cunt like an oiled, machinelike piston, pushing the soft moist pussy flesh of her cunt in velvety waves before its blunt, rounded cock-head.
Cherie groaned in mindless rapture as she felt his cum-swollen balls dance lightly against the cheeks of her nakedly quivering ass and the hard rubbery head of his huge prick fuck far up inside her tightly gripping cunt.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh . . .!" she moaned in delight, then quickly smoothed her hands down over his straining sinewy buttocks to hold him deep inside her.
"Now let's see what you can do with that ass of yours," Russ teased, knowing that his cock was awakening in her hot pussy pleasures that she might never have experienced before in her life.
Cherie strained her cunt muscles tight to hold his thickly throbbing cock snugly within her burning pussy, then began to rotate her full rounded hips, screwing her cunt tighter and tighter against his pelvis. Each time his body aroused prick throbbed spasmodically in her wetly clinching pussy she tightened her cunt muscles in response, delighting in the lost, ecstatic expression that came over his face.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh . . . ooohhh!" Russ complimented her, thrusting his hips forward to meet her lewd fucking motion as she held his cock firmly inside the moist walls of her hungrily sucking pussy. He had fucked a lot of chicks in his time, but he had never had any that responded as totally and easily as this one did!
"I thought you'd like cock once you started getting some," he breathed. He felt her shudder as the broad fleshy base of his long impaling cock exquisitely massaged the erect bud of her tiny pink clitoris.
The young fashion model was lost in the deluge of unspent passion that had been dammed up inside her for too many years, washing away the morals she had lived by during the years she had grown up with her mother and father in California. But she knew that her fingers simply hadn't been enough to give her pussy the satisfaction she had ached for, and she was reveling in the very heights of her passion, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her long denied cock-hungry cunt.
"Tell me how much you like it," Russ hissed.
"Oooooooohhh! I love your cock. I love it ... I love getting my pussy fucked by your cock," she breathed in mindless rapture. "I love having your cock in my cunt . . . ooohhhh. Fuck my pussy! Oooohh!"
Above her, Russ groaned ecstatically, the sight of her sensuously quivering tits dancing and swaying as she slavishly fucked her hot pussy up and down around his wildly fucking cock, doubling his passion. Then suddenly her feet kicked out wide and high in the air, and her arms and legs then closed to wrap around his muscular body. Russ began to jerk his ass back and forth, fucking his thickly throbbing cock further and further into her moist, silken cunt-hole.
Cherie felt her breath gradually being whipped away by the thrilling sensation of Russ's rock-hard prick fucking into her body lusting pussy, and she began to rotate her smooth, whitely trembling asscheeks, wriggling them in the most shameless way she could possibly manage. Cherie wanted him to cum in her pussy . . . wanted him to shoot his thick white hot cum far up onto the hot juicy walls of her cunt. She wanted to be filled with cum as she had never been filled before. Tonight, she and this handsome photographer would explore the delights of sex that she had only once experienced in her whole life.
Russ's eyes gleamed brightly with the pleasure he was getting at having brought out the passionate lust of this hot young blonde. His asscheeks bucked wildly up and down to bury the full length of his lust-inflamed cock deep in the sensitive moist passageway of Cherie's pussy hair-lined cunt. He panted heavily as he propped his lean muscular body up slightly and glanced down between their joined bodies, drinking in the sight of his thickly throbbing glistening cock, moist with her pussy juices fucked deeply into the spread coral slit of her greedily sucking cunt. The obscene sight of her huge naked tits bouncing below his face, the rosy pointed nipples like two round eyes staring back at him was better than what he had seen with any other chick. His hazel eyes were glazed with the totality of his lust as he watched the movements of the ragged pink flanges of her pussy lips, the blonde-furred petals drawing outward with each slow out-fuck he made, then being sucked in again as he gently fucked forward into her cunt with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The wet, flat smack of his hips thudding against her heaving, upthrust cunt resounded loudly throughout the apartment as he fucked his long pulsing cock deeper and deeper into her insatiably steaming pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . God. Ooooohhhh ... yes ... yes, Russ. Your cock fucking into my pussy, it's . . . oooohhh . . ." she cooed deliriously up at him as she writhed her cunt rhythmically to meet each fuck of his huge, pussy-stretching cock fucking into her cunt. She was no longer afraid of what she was doing, allowing a man she hardly knew to fuck up into her near virginal little pussy. Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably as she writhed beneath the handsome young photographer, utterly lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement
Cherie snaked one hand up around his neck, pulling his face down to rest on the billowing white warmth of her luscious titties, sensing that he was about to cum. She wanted to experience the total pleasure she had first had with Spencer, and she ground her nakedly squirming hips wildly upward, trying to make it the wildest, most exciting cum he had ever had.
Russ Miles labored over her, moving his skilled muscular body into a longer, smoother plunging rhythm that brought his hugely pulsing prick almost all the way out of Cherie's tightly clasping pussy on the out-fuck and then fucking forward into her cock-hungry cunt until he could feel the heavily throbbing cockhead of his long, hardened prick filling her tight little pussy all the way up to the hilt. He could feel her begin to thrash more wantonly beneath him and her wanton writhing beneath him made him forget everything but the ecstatic maelstrom of animal lust that was building up deep inside his fiery, cum-filled balls. Russ's hands slipped roughly down between the cushions of the couch and the full sensuously wriggling cheeks of Cherie's ass and cupped the firm smooth globes in his clutching spread fingers and palms, massaging the warm soft flesh in lewd delight as he felt his white-hot cum begin to boil in his painfully throbbing balls.
The lovely young blonde moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face registering the true intensity of her passionate abandonment. She was growing more and more aroused by the second and Russ's huge cunt-splitting cock fucked harder and faster into her greedily milking cunthole. The straining couch springs squeaked loudly in time to the two intertwined bodies struggling mindlessly against each other as Russ turned his head slightly to take one of her hotly erect nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. The wild guttural sound of deep panting grunts and groans filled the apartment, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked cockflesh smacking loudly against her pussy juice-drenched cunt and the wet viscous slurping sounds of Russ's hard jack-hammering cock fucking madly in and out of Cherie's wetly steaming cunt
Then suddenly Cherie gasped with alarm as she felt the huge, deeply fucking cock began to flex and pulse harder deep in her aching cunt. The hard rubbery cockhead flared out until she was afraid it might rip her pussy apart, and it took the luscious young blonde a moment to realize that Russ was finally going to cum, going to shoot his warm creamy load of cum deep up into her ravenous young pussy. The very thought made her pussy walls even hotter. Her hands darted quickly forward to grasp his driving asscheeks, pulling him as far as humanly possible in between her nakedly spread cunt. At the same time, she felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a volcano erupting, and she wriggled her upthrust nakedly churning asscheeks from side to side in the air above the couch, wildly spiraling her pulsing excited young cunt up and down on his deeply fucking, hotly expanding prick.
Suddenly, Cherie began to quiver uncontrollably beneath Russ's fucking body.
"Oooooohhh. Oh, God! I'm . . . I'm ccccuuuumm-mmmmmmiiinnnnggg!"
The young blonde's breathless groan rose to a strangled, animal-like howl of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began writhing wildly about, her own hot, white pussy juices flowing out from her quivering passion-soaked cunthole, drowning Russ's huge, deeply fucking prick in its sweet, sticky warmth.
Russ paused for a second, surprised by the lovely girl's wanton, uncontrollable spasms, but then as she gasped out the last of her intense tingling cum, he felt himself lose all control of his own passion. With a rush that took his breath away, his boding, white-hot cum erupted deep up into the gorgeous blonde's widely stretched pussy, mixing deliciously with the still flowing cunt juices of her own wild cum.
Cherie's dazed mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt the hotly flowing cream squirting deep inside her pussy, filling her wide-spread, cock-ravished, young cunt to overflowing with its searing white fire. The slippery walls of her hot pussy clenched and unclenched tightly around it, desperately sucking at his madly jerking prick like a hungry mouth. Their combined cum juices flowed wetly down around his heavily jerking cock, dribbling down into the warm crack of her excitedly clenching asscheeks and washing over his throbbing balls and the thick base of his deeply sunk cock as he tried desperately to fuck it even deeper into Cherie's pussy. Brilliant flashes of white fight exploded continuously behind the voluptuous young blonde's huge, unseeing blue eyes as she continued to groan and pant out the seemingly endless cum, her body quivering and shaking like a crazed animal.
"Oh, please . . . don't stop fucking me. Don't ever stop fucking my hot little cunt!" she pleaded incoherently, as her ravenously milking pussy clasped greedily around his lewdly squirting cock until it gave one last spasmodic jerk and then lay motionless up in the depths of her writhing little cunt
The violently panting young photographer finally fell exhausted across her nakedly sweating body, feeling the walls of her cum-filled cunt still undulating excitedly around his rapidly shrinking prick. After several moments, Cherie, too, quivered to stillness, one long shapely leg resting up on the back of the couch, and the other dropping to the floor as Russ's clutching grip on her whitely trembling asscheeks slowly loosened and was finally released altogether. Cherie's voluptuous young body felt drained of all energy and feeling, and, as she moved tentatively beneath the weight of Russ's body, she felt her exhausted thighs and asscheeks slipping wetly in the excess of hot sticky cum juices that had filled her pussy to the bursting point.
For a long while, neither of them said anything to each other. Cherie was lost in confused thought, which centered around what she had seen and done with Russ. Without wanting to, she had become caught up in the bitter war that raged on behind the cameras in one of the top model agencies in New York City. She knew that somehow, word of what had happened between her and Russ would get to Kelly, and then to Bob and then . . . Then all of New York would know! Not that she was ashamed of what she had done. Far from it. She could see that Russ was the type of older man she could become very fond of . . . even more fond than she already was. But after what Russ had told her about the agency, she was almost certain that she would be labeled as the type of girl Kelly was. That might be all right for the lovely dark-haired cover girl, but Cherie was determined that she would make it in the fashion world on her talent and beauty . . . or she would not make it at all. She could be satisfied with her present work, if fame and fortune meant that she would have to let Bob Avery and Gaylord Montague fuck her cunt.
Russ rose from her naked body and smiled at her. "Something tells me that well be seeing a lot of each other in the time to come," he said soothingly. "I think I'm going to go home for now, though. You seem like the kind of chick who can handle herself." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "You're a fantastic fuck, little lady!" Then he dressed quickly and left.
Cherie sat on the cum-soaked couch and watched him leave in silence. It was not as though he were running away from her. The thought that he might spend the night with her had entered her mind, but she was a little relieved that he had taken the initiative and was leaving. She believed that even though he had just fucked her little pussy silly, spending the night might raise more problems than she could handle.
As he closed the door, Cherie wondered how she would be received by everyone now that she had allowed a man who was somewhat of a maverick to fuck her. The lines of whatever battles were to come would be clearly drawn. She and Russ would be pitted against Kelly and Bob, with the balance of power being held by Gaylord Montague. And Cherie knew what kind of man Gaylord Montague was! He was just the kind of man her mother had warned her about