Chapter 7
Standing in the hallway outside of Cherie's apartment, Bob and Kelly Walker smiled in anticipation of what was about to happen next.
Bob had had a pretty good idea that once the proud, snooty little blonde had a taste of real sensual pleasure, she would come around to his way of thinking. When he saw Kelly at his apartment after calling Frankie Scarletti, he had told her about his plan, and she had approved wholeheartedly. She had been a little put off with Cherie ever since her rejection of the day before, and she hoped that after Frankie was through with Cherie, she would get her chance. While the lovely, shapely blonde had been busy sucking Frankie's cock, she and Bob had been standing at the open door, watching the proceedings through a crack. The wicked black-haired cover girl smiled as she saw the pleasure Cherie was getting from her strange but rather necessary initiation into the ways of the world, even if it was with a total asshole like Frankie. While Kelly had no great appreciation for the young Public Relations man, she could see that he had his usefulness. Now that he was gone, Bob and Kelly decided that they would put phase two of Bob's plan into action . . . and Kelly would get her shot first.
Knocking on Cherie's apartment door to make the young blonde girl believe that she had just arrived, Kelly walked in and feigned surprise at the fact that the luscious petite blonde was laying naked on the carpet.
"Cherie . . .! What's happened?" she asked, wondering what the formerly prim and proper young blonde would say.
"Kelly, you wouldn't believe it, but the most incredible thing just happened. Frankie Scarletti just left here, after I sucked his cock!"
"Frankie?" the voluptuous model exclaimed. "I thought you couldn't stand the man, Cherie!"
"Well ... I couldn't ... and I still can't, for that matter. But sucking his cock showed me that sex is something to be enjoyed, just like you said," she informed the older girl as she sat up.
"Well, I'm glad to see you've finally given up on that small-town way of thinking," Kelly beamed, sitting next to the naked blonde girl. "I thought New York City would bring out the best in you. You look like you really worked yourself up into a sweat. Let me get a towel. You look like you could use a good rubdown as well," Kelly said as she stood up and went to a closet in the hall.
Still sitting on the floor, Cherie was lost in the aftershock of pleasure that had ended all too soon with Frankie Scarletti's departure. There was a strange smile on her face, as though she were lost in a state of rapture. She still couldn't believe that she had changed so quickly! She was a little sorry she had denied herself the pleasures of cock-sucking all because of some silly beliefs her mother had . . . beliefs which she could see no longer had any meaning in today's modern world. She was a grown-up free woman who had the beauty and ambition to become a world-famous model. To throw something like that away because of close-mindedness was something that seemed too wasteful.
Kelly could feel her breath coming in short pants as she thought of rubbing Cherie's sweat-shiny naked body. She knew that she would be able to bring the beautiful blonde girl more pleasure than Frankie had, and she was determined that she would get a little of that pleasure herself! Returning to the rapture-possessed blonde, Kelly unbuttoned her blouse a little and pressed Cherie's body back down to the carpet.
"Remember how nice it was when I gave you a rubdown yesterday? Well, I'm going to make you feel just as good today. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmmmhi ... oh yes, Kelly, I would . . ." Cherie heard herself say. The truth was, her little bout with Frankie had made her muscles ache, and she did remember how soothing Kelly's rubbing had been the night before.
The voluptuous cover girl scooted up to where she was looking down into the young blonde's lovely, heart-shaped face, looking at the softly parted lips, the tip of Cherie's tongue lolling in the corner of her mouth. It was all the wicked older girl could do to keep from flinging herself onto Cherie then and there, but she forced herself to stay calm . . . there was plenty of time. And she wanted to make it as nice for Cherie as she could. While she preferred men, it would be very nice to have a lover like Cherie living next door to her.
She brought the soft blue towel down past the slender length of the naked blonde's pulsating throat, across her smooth tanned shoulders, down her arms and along her sides. Kelly's breathing was ragged, starting to spew hotly from between her teeth. Her pussy had become all hot and juicy from watching Frankie getting his cock sucked by this lovely young blonde girl, and her nearness to Cherie's sensual nakedness was making her cunt quiver in lewd anticipation.
Cherie became more and more relaxed under the gentle, skillful massaging. All her problems seemed to be dissolving, now that she had accepted the way things were in the grown-up world. She was glad that she had found a friend like Kelly . . . someone who could guide her in her new life.
The provocative, now lust-ridden model's eyes were fervent as she stroked the blonde's firm, resilient flesh, moving the towel slowly around Cherie's smoothly swelling titties, watching them ripple with the movement. Kelly drank in the beauty of Cherie's naked belly and long tapering legs, and the glistening wetness that had appeared between her velvet-smooth thighs. Her own hot, tight cunt was all wet with pussy juices along the cuntband of her panties, and she was almost trembling from pent-up arousal as she continued stroking, slowly . . . gently ...
The towel circled Cherie's sensuously trembling titties, and her legs began to undulate, open and closed, open and closed, almost imperceptibly, with an automatic response to the burning fires in her cunt which had been ignited by the sucking of Frankie's cock. Kelly saw the fine, large nipples rise under her lewd ministrations, growing distended and hard, and she brushed the towel across first one nipple, then the other, then moved it up to Cherie's shoulders again as the young blonde suddenly moaned softly, her eyes going shut all the way.
"You like me rubbing your titties like this, don't you?" Kelly whispered hypnotically. "You like having your whole body rubbed . . . your titties ... your belly ... "
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . ." Cherie whispered as though she were drifting off to sleep.
Kelly smiled as, without stopping her massaging, she quickly slithered out of her clothes with one hand. As soon as she was naked, she felt much more relaxed herself, delighting in the way the cool air danced on the sensuous swell of her hugely billowing tits and wafted against her own hot, juicy cunt-lips. Now that she was as naked as Cherie, she had to employ even more willpower to keep herself from smothering the naked young blonde with her own hotly aroused body.
"I'm going to rub between your legs now, Cherie," Kelly whispered in a thick, low voice. "Your pussy has become all wet and shiny from your cocksucking, and I'm going to dry it off."
"Oooooooooooo . . . yes ... " the passion drugged blonde whispered back, her body now gyrating with mounting excitement.
Kelly brought the towel down, brushing it tenderly over the girl's softly curling blonde pussy hair, drying the soft wisps, fluffing it, then moved still lower over one slender leg, then the other . . . over the knee and calf and then back again to the softness of Cherie's inner thighs, causing the innocent young girl to spread her legs even wider. Now more of her tender, pink, moist cunt was revealed to Kelly's lusting eyes, and she raised the towel up to the wet soft pussy slit and stroked it up and down ... up and down ... up and down.
"Doesn't that feel good, Cherie?" she intoned. "Doesn't this towel feel good on your naked pussy?"
"Ooooohhh ... aaahhhh ... " Cherie moaned, her naked body twisting and arching, legs scissoring more decidedly now at the body exciting sensations which were flooding through her cunt at the manipulations of the towel on her damp pussy flesh. Dimly, she was aware that she was allowing Kelly to play with her naked cunt, but she was certain that this was the best way to succeed . . . and besides, it felt so wonderful and soothing and relaxing. Her pussy was tingling ... begging for some sort of release now.
Kelly began telling Cherie how lovely her naked pussy and tits were and as she talked she brought the towel up and over Cherie's body again, back down, up, down, and then she cooed, "I'm going to use my hands now, instead of the towel. Remember how nice my hands felt last night?"
Cherie sighed in pleasure as Kelly began to stroke the soft, succulent flesh of the eighteen-year-old blonde below her, her own body gyrating hotly now at the electric contact of the naked female cunt flesh beneath her fingers. God! This Cherie Tyson was really a beautiful girl . . . and she wanted to taste her cunt so badly!
The voluptuous girl eased her fingers off Cherie's shoulders and arms and sides and tits, over the turgid nipples and then allowed her hands to slide down across the smooth flat belly to touch the soft blonde pussy hairs around and down Cherie's gently rounded thighs, then bringing them back up again inexorably. Then, her middle finger slowly parted the moist hot crevice of Cherie's pussy slit, parted it gently to touch the soft little bud of her clitoris. It came instantly erect under her stroking fingertip, and the slender young blonde's hips began to undulate more freely on the carpet. Her mind was telling her that she was going farther than she ever had before and that this was so different that it was utterly and totally fascinating. Cherie wished she had allowed Kelly to go this far with her the night before. Her pussy was so hot and excited . . . and there was nothing wrong with the wonderful pleasures she was feeling!
"Give me your hand," Kelly's softly gentle voice said. She was breathing rapidly now, her middle finger moving with increasing speed against Cherie's tiny, excitedly throbbing clitoris.
Obediently, Cherie lifted one hand. Kelly held it for a moment, then let it rest on her knee to give the young blonde girl the feel of her own hotly burning flesh. Cherie was not surprised at all by the fact that Kelly was now naked. In fact, she would have been surprised if she had touched cloth instead of flesh.
Kelly leaned forward, moving Cherie's hand over her own sensuously quivering tit, guiding the limp fingers over her rock-hard nipple, feeling her cunt secrete her burning pussy juices. She bent further forward, touching her own Lips to Cherie's moistly parted mouth, letting her lips flick across the warm inviting softness. The young girl moaned softly, knowing that she was becoming lost in the wonderful feelings surging through her cunt, and not caring. Her arm came up, encircled Kelly's neck, and a low moan of ecstasy escaped her Lips as she felt
Kelly's tongue begin to work inside her unresisting mouth. The other girl's finger began to slide with an increasing rhythm up and down the petite blonde's hotly throbbing little pussy slit, rapidly moistening with shameless arousal.
Kelly stretched her body out on the soft carpet next to Cherie, moving hard against her, reveling at the contact of their naked flesh, her own passionate cunt seething hot and eager. She moved her head away from Cherie's mouth, began kissing the turgid, swollen nipples, then dipped down over the smooth softness of Cherie's naked belly . . . then lower still until she was breathing hotly, excitedly, into the blonde silken curls of Cherie's pussy hairs.
Her lightly stroking hands that had massaged the blonde's softly quivering tits unceasingly, moved down now to the slim smoothness of her slightly parted thighs. With tender movements, she parted the softly yielding flesh, drawing Cherie's legs even wider apart to reveal the complete moist pinkness of Cherie's passion-drenched pussy slit. Kelly began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety blonde pussy hairs, her tongue extended like a hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and lower on the carpet, mouth and fiery probe seeking the tiny rigidly erect button of Cherie's clit.
Suddenly, Kelly's tongue came in contact with the moist hot bud, began to circle it teasingly. In a reflex movement, Cherie's breath shuddered between her teeth and her cunt fired with a sudden raging desire at the electric touch. Her hands came up to wind themselves in the raven tresses of the wanton model. Kelly let her hands slide upward again over the soft belly to Cherie's whitely billowing tits, cupping and kneading them hungrily while her mouth and tongue continued the wet assault on her hotly throbbing clitoris.
Kelly's full sensuous lips took the pulsing button between them, finally, nipping it gently, running her tongue round and round it in continuous circles, reveling in the smooth, slippery surface. Cherie cried out sharply, her hands tightening in Kelly's hair, her smoothly curved asscheeks beginning to swirl madly on the carpet from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted through her nakedly exposed pussy flesh.
She was on fire . . . her whole body was burning up! First sucking Frankie's cock . . . and now having her own cunt sucked and licked by another girl. She was going to cum soon. She just had to Kelly was responsible for the incredible feelings shooting through her cunt, and she hoped the beautiful older girl never stopped licking her pussy, ever.
Cherie's head began to flail from side to side on the floor in total abandonment, and Kelly opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened cunt slit to the throbbing pussy hair-rimmed opening of the young blonde's tight hot cunt. She began to tongue-fuck Cherie then, harder and faster, sliding her hot, wet tongue far up into Cherie's excitedly dilated little cunthole, reveling in the unintelligible whimpering sounds the young blonde girl made as she swirled and licked her tongue around the velvet-like interior of the softly pulsating cuntlips.
Kelly brought her hands down again, slipped them beneath Cherie's lewdly spread thighs, pushing them farther up until the wanton young blonde's hips were high off the carpet, thighs draped over Kelly's shoulders and pressing tight against her wet, eagerly slavering cheeks. The whole of Cherie's glistening pink pussy was open in naked abandonment to Kelly's churning face, and then the older girl cupped with gentle hands the softly trembling asscheeks of her blonde neighbor, fingers kneading the quivering flesh, as she thrust her tongue deep into the searing liquid depths of Cherie's cunt
"Oooooohnhhh . . . oooohhhhhhhh . . . ooooooo-oohhhhhh!"
Cherie writhed and moaned from the delicious lickings of her moist, hot little pussy and the gentle probing of Kelly's tongue up into her passion-heated pussy hole. The feverish lust was swirling in great billows through her cunt and she knew she was very close to cumming. Her naked body strained and twisted on the carpet, her mouth open to emit wailing cries of mindless delight as she urged Kelly on to even greater manipulations of her nakedly aching cunt. And the wicked older girl obliged, her tongue becoming a pistoning thing, a female cock fucking deep and hard up into the blonde girl's wet, hotly clasping cunt. She lowered her right hand as she slaved in wondrous delight, sliding her middle finger down into her own fiery wet cunt, stroking her tiny, hotly throbbing clit rapidly, the heat of impending, natural cum roaring like a raging white-hot inferno through her cunt as she sought her own release simultaneously with the climax she knew was building in Cherie. Faster, oh God, faster and faster, her burning tongue fucked into Cherie's hotly gripping cunt. Faster and faster her fuck-finger flashed up and down on her clit, both of their passion-enslaved minds chanting the dirtiest words they could think of, and they would be cumming any second now!
And, waiting in the doorway, his cock jerking wildly in his pants, watching it all, Bob Avery knew it as well! He was fucking glad that there was still some use to Kelly. She had pretty much lived out her usefulness at the agency as far as he was concerned, and Gaylord was thinking of giving her the ass-shaft soon. It would be nice to have some other cunt to take her place, and after tonight, Cherie would be the chick. The snooty little blonde piece was being broken in really well, and it was up to Bob to wait until the proper moment to step forward and finish the initiation . . . and that moment wouldn't be too far off. His cock was jerking obscenely against his pants, and he could feel it throbbing painfully. Jesus, if they don't cum soon I'll cream in my pants! I'll goddamn cream in my pants!
"You mother-fucker!" Russ Miles swore aloud as a black and yellow cab suddenly shot out in front of his shiny white Austin Healey, missing the front fender by only inches. Thirty miles an hour was a loathsome speed to maintain in a little car with a manual gearbox and, as expert as he felt he was, the handsome young photographer never knew whether he should be in third or top and kept fidgeting between them as he made his way through the heavy New York traffic toward Cherie Tyson's apartment on East River Drive.
He had thought about it long enough to believe he was making the correct decision in going to see Cherie. As he drove along in third, feeling guilty as hell for using up all the extra fuel, he knew that there was something special about the voluptuous young girl he had fucked a week ago. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he could tell that she felt something for him as well. She wasn't like so many of the other girls who came to New York for careers in acting and modeling. She wanted to be an independent woman, and he liked her attitude. Kelly had been like that before she decided that her career and satisfying her hot, greedy little cunt were more important than her self-respect.
But Russ was certain that Cherie wouldn't be lured by the temptation of fame and success to sell herself short to the likes of Bob Avery. Russ knew that Bob had been keeping his eye on the lovely blonde model, watching and waiting for the proper time to make his move and suck her into fame and fortune on his terms. From the way Cherie had acted, Russ was pretty sure that she would be able to hold her own against a man like Bob Avery . . . but not forever. Living next to Kelly would make things even harder on the naive young girl from Bakersfield. The time would probably come when Cherie would just break down and believe that the only way to get ahead in the world was to stoop to the things that generally went on in it. He admired the girl's desire to make it on her own, and he was going to see to it that she got the chance.
He realized that he was risking his career by his action. Bob could very well make him or break him with all his connections. Then too, there was the fact that Cherie was really a beautiful woman. The dinner they had had together during the week had told Russ that there was the possibility for something special to exist between them . . . perhaps something stronger than what had existed between him and Kelly when they were planning to be married. Maybe it wasn't love . . . not yet, anyway. But it might be. He had made a mistake once with Kelly long ago and he did not want to repeat that mistake again.