Chapter 8
Bob Avery had finally entered Cherie's apartment He'd been getting too damn hot watching the two girls' excitedly writhing bodies from out in the hall, and now that he was in, he dropped his pants, his long, thickly throbbing cock springing free and erect from his loins.
As he stroked his obscenely pulsing prick, he continued to watch with salivating lust the enticing sight of Kelly licking and sucking the passion-crazed young blonde's cunt while she finger fucked her own hotly squirming pussy at the same time. Jesus! He'd never seen Kelly so fired up before, and he could tell that Cherie was really going at it as well. This little orgy was turning out better then he had hoped. His cum-swollen balls were throbbing painfully with his increased excitement and his stroking of his lust-hardened cock had increased in their tempo. His feverish eyes were unblinkingly glued to the wild initiation scene being enacted on the carpet less than ten feet away. It would be exciting to fuck the two gorgeous chicks-one blonde and the other raven-haired. Bob could tell that Cherie would really be able to turn him on while trying to further her career. Knowing that in the time to come, her future would depend on her keeping him happy made his cock throb all the more.
On the carpet, the sex-crazed Kelly Walker continued to swirl and flick her tongue wildly around the moistly sucking softness of Cherie's pulsing cunt-lips and the wild cries of animal pleasure grew louder and louder in response. "Ooooohhh! Suck it . . . suck my pussy . . ." Cherie screamed over and over, her nakedly wriggling ass jerking and spasming frantically off the carpet beneath Kelly's madly fucking tongue. She was going to cum soon . . . she had to cum soon. It was building and building ...
Kelly's own brain was a bubbling cauldron of lust and near-orgasm as she flailed her middle fuck-finger faster and faster over her tiny palpitating clitoris down into her wetly flowering pussy. When Bob had asked her to help him initiate Cherie into the fashion .world once and for all, she had never thought her own cunt would become so damned hot!
Cherie writhed and squirmed beneath the obscenely exciting pussy licking until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer, ecstatic rapture in her naked cunt. Her head flailed limply on the carpet, her shoulder-length blonde hair churning in the late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, as she ground her seething, greedily sucking pussy hard up into the wanton cover girl's lusting face and tongue. She felt the gathering waves of her orgasm rising like they never had before . . . and then cresting ... and then ... she was there!
A piercing, half-human scream erupted from the young blonde's throat and she locked her hands hard on Kelly's long, raven curls, drawing the shamefully excited model's greedily sucking mouth harder against her steaming cunt, her cunt juices flowing hotly from her wide-spread pussy, inundating the voluptuous older girl's mouth and tongue, flowing down along Cherie's trembling ass split to pool in a fragrant stickiness on the carpet. She screamed again and again, and Kelly sucked and licked and burrowed and then she, too, was screaming out her orgasm, howling up into Cherie's frantically clutching pussy as her middle finger rubbed insanely on her own throbbing clitoris and sent her entire body oscillating with wave after wave of surging cum.
At long last, both girls collapsed as their driving climaxes ebbed. Cherie emitted a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, her head lolling to one side, her eyes closed, her brain refusing to comprehend anything except the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her pussy. She released Kelly's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her head from between her feverishly tightened legs.
The wicked model lifted herself onto her knees, grinning down at Cherie, the pussy juices of her neighbor's mind-blowing cum making her face and mouth glisten in the fading light.
Cherie lifted her head and she saw Bob Avery walking to where she was. He was completely naked, his huge cock preceding him like some pagan battle lance. Her eyes became fevered with anticipation and renewed sexual excitement. She could feel her pussy once again become hot, moist, and eager, and she knew that she was about to advance her career and what was better, she would have fun doing it.
"Hello, Cherie," Bob smiled. "I see you decided to become a member of the team . . . like your girl friend Kelly here."
Cherie's long eyelashes fluttered, but she was still too exhausted to say anything.
"Well, I'm going to see to it that you get that full page in Sports Illustrated. It's not very much, of course, but you've only been with us for two weeks, and success takes a lot of hard work. But it'll be a start."
As he spoke, her eyes fixed oh the lewdly throbbing hardness he held in his hand. It was huge . . . larger than Frankie Scarletti's, and the dark red head was glazed with a sheen of pre-cum. Cherie thought about how nice it looked, and about how wonderful her orgasm had been only moments before. She had to have another one . . . and Bob Avery was here to give it to her. Her pussy was aching again, and if there was anything she had learned in the last weeks, it was to satisfy the demands of her cunt She had been too long trying to ignore her own needs. Too long without pussy-splitting cock!
Confused and rambling thoughts raced through Cherie's passion-crazed mind as she lay naked and trembling on the carpet staring up at the thickly pulsing cock held by Bob Avery beside her. Then he spoke again, in the same hypnotic tone Kelly had used before. "I can make you cum again, Cherie . . . I know you'd like it . . . and I can make you rich and famous. Would you like me to do that for you?"
Cherie closed her eyes, her brain whirling with nothing but the incredible lust within her that had been awakened by the sucking of Frankie's cock and having her cunt licked and sucked by Kelly's mouth. She couldn't help herself. All she wanted was cumming, the wonderful sensations once again churning through her pussy flesh extinguished only by the spiraling ecstasy of orgasm. That was all she could think about!
"Yes . . ." she heard herself moan from far away. "Oh, yes, Bob ... I want your cock inside my pussy now. I want it to fuck the piss out of it!"
Bob bent lower, still holding his thickly throbbing prick, and began to stroke the wet, hard cockhead over Cherie's naked nipples, bringing them to instant erect hardness. Deep groans of desire poured again from the young model's throat. Bob continued to massage her body quivering tits with the head of his obscenely pulsing cock for several seconds, rolling the nipples around and around, coating them with pre-cum while his cum-laden balls screamed with desire. His heart threatened to burst through his chest cavity with anticipation as his mind dwelled on what he would soon be doing to this tight-assed little blonde.
Suddenly, Bob released his gigantic cock and put both hands on Cherie's waist, guiding her upward and saying, "Come on, Cherie, lover, get up on your hands and knees . . . that's the way. Now turn around a little. That's a good girl..
Cherie did as she was asked, poising her body on all fours, wondering what pleasures she was about to learn. The tight mysterious split between her sensuously curved asscheeks was all wet with cunt juices from her recent cum and with the saliva of the wanton older girl who had tongue-fucked her to it and who now watched excitedly only a few feet away.
Bob knelt behind Cherie, breathing raggedly with inflamed desire, and began to stroke the full deep split of her nakedly quivering asscheeks. The cum-seeping head of his massive cock almost touched the tiny trembling ring of the young blonde's asshole, almost but not quite, as he kept on stroking the smooth fullness with his fingertips, bringing moans of increasing delight from the sex-crazed Cherie. He teased her asshole with the tip of his middle finger, reveling in her passionate cries. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his middle finger up into her ass, wriggling it around inside the tight, rubbery hole, drawing a whimper of arousal from the innocent blonde model's tightly constricted throat
Bob put both hands on her nakedly trembling asscheeks, then, using his thumbs to pull the hot cum-slicked split wide apart, the whitely glistening asscheeks parted to reveal the tiny virginal opening of her invitingly puckered asshole. He leaned forward, so that the huge throbbing head of his cock rested against the quivering naked entrance, then moved his hips lightly, guiding his lust-swollen hardness along the crack and poising it finally at her hotly pulsating little asshole.
The beautiful blonde was frightened, but excited as well. What can Bob be doing to me back there? she asked herself. And then she knew ...
He was going to fuck his huge cock into her tiny little asshole!
But that's not where I want it, she screamed at him in her mind. I want it in my cunt!
Suddenly, with a powerful lunge, Bob plunged forward, fucking his thickly throbbing prick far up into Cherie's tight, virginal little asshole, fucking it hard through the clenched muscles to bury it full length in her cringing little rectum. He clutched at her wildly flailing ass, flexing deep and hard into the warm depths of her asshole, feeling his cum-laden balls slap loudly against her moist cunt slit down below, the pressure of his lunge bumping her head down against the carpet.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh . . Cherie howled at the lewd assault on her tender little asshole. Her mind exploded in a torrent of driving pain as his might, pulsing hardness filled her rectum with incredible pressure. She knew instinctively that she should relax her ass muscles, and as she did, she found that the pain was nowhere near as great, and was actually a pleasant experience.
Cherie groaned again, this time excitedly, as Bob flexed his powerful hips and pelvis, fucking hard into her, his loins smacking hard against her trembling asscheeks, his hands reaching under her to tweak and pinch at her whitely swaying tits as he held her impaled on his throbbing cock.
From only a few feet away, Kelly watched with mixed emotions. This was exactly how she had become initiated, and she could remember how wonderful life had been for her afterwards . . . but she really wished Bob was fucking her like that instead of Cherie. Now that there was another top girl to. compete with her, things might not be so easy for her. But she watched, with mounting lust, the incredibly exciting scene, cheering Bob on in his sodomizing of her lovely blonde neighbor's asshole. "That's it . . . fuck her in the ass. Fuck that big cock of yours into her asshole. Show her what it's like ... how good it feels I"
Russ Miles wasn't sure what he was going to say to Cherie when he saw her. He wasn't even sure she would be home, though he had a pretty good idea she was not going out with other men. He parked his car in her apartment house guest parking space, and as he entered he saw Frankie Scarletti sitting in the lobby with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, talking to the security guard. Both men's faces were split in obscene grins.
"Goin' up to see Cherie?"
"Yeah, do you know if she's home?"
"She sure is," he smiled. "And something tells me she's havin' a ball."
Russ couldn't understand what Frankie was driving at, but he decided to ignore him. For the exercise, he walked up the four flights as he had done when he had brought Cherie home the week before, and arrived on her floor. Walking down the hall, he thought he could see that the door to her apartment was open. That was unusual. She had always seemed like the type of girl who would keep her door locked, or at the very least closed. As he came closer, he was certain he could hear Kelly's voice coming from Cherie's living room. He frowned, wishing to avoid Kelly as much as possible. He had to put up with her when they were shooting together, and now it looked like he was going to be seeing her again. The sounds grew louder, and were joined by other noises, grunting animal noises, low moans, the slap of what sounded like flesh against flesh. Then the young photographer was at the door, and he pushed it open, his eyes widening as he saw what the source of the sound was. His heart sank ... he was too late!
He could see Kelly, Cherie and Bob, the three of them naked, and Cherie was being fucked by Bob, the luscious blonde girl receiving every hard, thick inch of his long cock in her tightly constricted little asshole!
Russ stood at the door and watched as Bob's ass heaved and fucked into her ass again and again while moans of pleasure emanated from her gaping mouth. A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Russ's throat, and he stood absolutely motionless for a long breathless second. Living next to Kelly must have finally been too much for the lovely, innocent young blonde. She was furthering her career on Bob Avery's cock as she allowed herself to be fucked in the ass while Kelly watched with encouraging glee.
He tried to clear his mind of shock and come to some sort of decision about what he should do. His first impulse was to just leave. Cherie had obviously made up her mind that her career could be enhanced by letting Bob Avery fuck the piss out of her, and if that was her decision, he should let her stick to it.
Dimly, he thought of rushing forward and pulling Avery off of her. He couldn't believe that Cherie could have changed so quickly from the innocent, starry-eyed young girl he had known a week ago to what he was seeing now. Even Kelly hadn't changed that quickly. There was something wrong here, something he couldn't quite put his finger on . . . but something that gave him a gut reaction. He wasn't going to leave without hearing what Cherie had to say for herself first
While he stood and watched, his eyes became fixed on Cherie's lovely, nakedly twisting form, her soft, perfectly formed body glistening in the ebbing sunlight streaming into the living room. He remembered what fucking her was like as his eyes roamed along her beautiful body . . . from her body billowing tits to her asscheeks to her pussy . . . her pussy which was so pink and excited . . . and her cunt hair, visible as Bob Avery fucked again and again into the deep channel of her asshole. Russ knew how soft and warm and wet her cunt was.
Abruptly, insanely, his cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, to rise slowly into erection as he stared at the wild scene less than ten feet away from him. From the look of Cherie's face, she was loving being fucked in the ass by Bob, and Russ at the moment knew that he was in love with the girl being sodomized. It was undeniably the love of a man for a beautiful woman ... a sexual love ... a burning heat which seared through his flesh as he watched Cherie being wantonly fucked in her ass. His mind was made up. He wanted her ... wanted her as he had wanted no other woman ... wanted to fuck her as Bob Avery was fucking her now . . . wanted to feel himself, his cock fucking up inside her cunt!
Another agonized gasp escaped Russ's lips, and he stepped forward, finally entering the room with his legs spread wide on the thick carpet, his heart flailing wildly in his chest. His body trembled with his consuming desire, his eyes two pits of fiery lust. He couldn't help himself ... he simply couldn't! He was beyond all reason now, past all caring, as torrents of desire swept him up in a flood-tide that set his blood to boiling. His cock was pulsating madly as it jutted forth within the cloth of his pants.