Chapter 9
Kelly Walker was so engrossed in watching Bob fucking his huge ass-splitting cock in and out of Cherie's greedily devouring little asshole that she did not notice Russ until his second gasp, and she froze as she saw him bound into Cherie's apartment.
Kelly had never expected him to come, and she felt a tremor of fear ripple through her naked body as she saw his wild and crazed eyes. She had her thoughts on his feelings for Cherie, and he looked as though he was going to kill Bob for what he was doing to the luscious young blonde . . . and then maybe turn on her next for being in league with Avery. She had to think of something . . . and then she noticed his erection. Sooooooo, she thought, he's getting off on watching Cherie getting fucked in the ass. Well . . . maybe there's hope for the man yet!. ...
She had to take advantage of the situation before Russ came to his senses and changed his mind. She knew that Russ and Bob would never come to terms with each other, and it had been a long time since she and Russ had fucked. She took a quick look at
Bob and Cherie, saw that they hadn't noticed the arrival of Russ, then quickly scrambled to her feet.
Kelly took a deep breath, running her hands along her smooth naked thighs, then started slowly, provocatively, toward the wild, aroused man standing so close by.
Vaguely, for his attention was still riveted on Cherie's swaying nakedly heaving body, Russ saw Kelly turn to look at him, then get to her feet and walk to where he stood. He couldn't move; he was past all rational thinking now, his painfully jerking cock throbbing with a feverish intensity and his cum-swollen balls aching with the need for release . . . aching with love and desire for beautiful Cherie Tyson.
Kelly reached him, stood naked and proud before him, remembering how she had once been able to get him so aroused he didn't know which end was up. Her hips and pussy thrust out at him, the late afternoon sun shining invitingly off the lush soft pussy hairs partially hiding her wetly glistening cunt split. Her smile was age-old, her face sheened with excitement and desire and she stared straight into his burning eyes. "Hello, Russ, lover," she cooed softly. "It's been a long time since you've fucked me . . . too long. ... "
Russ opened his mouth, trying to say something, but the words would not come out.
"I guess you can see that Cherie has decided to join our little world," Kelly taunted. "Suppose you forget about all those silly ideals and join the fun. Why don't we fuck like they're fucking? You and I used to do that ... we can do it again. Your cock is so hard! I want it up inside me, up inside my asshole just like Cherie has Bob's cock up her asshole. I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock, and the four of us can cum together. Won't that be fun? You and me, just like before. Come on, lover, fuck my ass!"
A low, tortured, guttural moan purled from the lust-incited young man's throat . . . and by that sound, Kelly knew she had gotten through to him. She stepped forward, pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his fevered body, her hand slipping down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased cock and balls. His eyes were still fastened on Cherie, and his ears were filled with nothing but her cries of animalistic pleasure. Kelly whispered, "I'm going to take your cock out now, Russ darling. You remember the way I used to do it before . . . well, I'm going to do it like that again. We can fuck and watch Bob fucking Cherie in the asshole at the same time. Won't that be exciting?"
Russ just stood there while the hotly panting raven-haired beauty unfastened his belt, pulled his pants down and his shorts aside, and began to stroke his nakedly aching cock, her middle finger extending downward to tantalize his sensuously jerking cum-swollen balls. She pressed her huge nakedly billowing tits up against his bare arm, rubbing the swollen nipples over his smooth flesh, and began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot moist lips as she continued to fondle and caress his sensuously throbbing cock and balls.
Then she systematically went about stripping him as naked as she was, dropping his clothes onto the floor, and Russ obediently, mindlessly allowed her to undress him as if he were a little boy. When he was naked, Kelly began rubbing his swollen, heavily throbbing prick up and down her warmly secreting cunt, guiding it through the wet, soft fringe of pussy hair, causing both of them to moan with spiraling delight. Then, tightly grasping the mindlessly excited young man's thickly pulsing cock, Kelly gently tugged at him, whispering, "Come on . . . let's get next to Cherie and Bob. We can fuck the way they're fucking, and we can do it next to them. You and Cherie and Bob and I can all cum together . . . and you and I will be just like we used to be, darling!"
Mutely, blindly, like a dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with a burning lust, Russ Miles allowed the raven-haired temptress to lead him forward with her hand around his excitedly palpitating prick.
Meanwhile, Cherie was liking more and more the strange sensation of having her asshole fucked by the grunting Bob Avery as they twisted and flailed at one another on the thick living room carpet.
The passion-enslaved blonde's asshole had grown accustomed to the huge cock sunk deeply up in her bowels and her asscheeks were grinding wildly against Bob's deeply fucking prick. Over and over, her mind chanted, I like it ... I like it. Ooooooohhhhhhh . . . his cock feels so good fucking into my asshole. I never thought anything as wicked as this could feel so wonderful. Aaaaa-aahhhhhhoooooo . . .
Cherie's shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair swirled like a soft cloud around her head, and in total abandonment she buffeted back harder and harder against Bob's relentlessly fucking cock, feeling his cum-swollen balls slap lustfully against her wetly secreting pussy below, the hard smack of his naked prick pounding against her sensually wriggling asscheeks, the wondrous excitement generated in her heaving tits by his kneading fingers rolling over her tiny erect nipples. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion, twisting, bucking, reveling in the huge cock fucking deeply up into her tiny quivering asshole.
"Ooooooooohhh . . . yes . . . Bob," she heard her voice cry. "Do it to me harder. Fuck my ass .. . fuck me deeper. Oooooooooool"
Russ heard Cherie's cry of wanton desire, and the words sounded strange on her sweet full lips. And yet, they were tremendously exciting to the naked, virile young man, and they caused his cock to palpitate with incredible pressure in the hot, tight grasp of Kelly Walker's fingers. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he had not come to Cherie's apartment to fuck Kelly. He wanted Cherie. He wanted to fuck the luscious blonde girl whom he thought had been above all this. He wanted Cherie's soft warm pussy . . . wanted to join her and prove to her that life could be the way she wanted it. But his cock and the lust in his body were all powerful, too powerful to deny, and he allowed Kelly to lead him forward, allowed her hand to guide him by his throbbing, granite-hard cock next to where Cherie and Bob Avery were fucking like two animals in heat
The voluptuous, naked Kelly Walker pulled him down onto his knees, releasing his cock finally, lowering her head to kiss the swollen head briefly, then, kneeling before him next to Bob and Cherie, she presented her nakedly quivering, moist asscheeks up to him.
"Fuck me!" she mewled, her body oscillating with desire. "Ooooooooohhh . . . lover . . . fuck me in the asshole with your big hard cock like you used to. Hurry ... I'm on fire for your prick!"
Dimly, through his own lust Bob heard Kelly's wild desperate urgings, and his eyes opened to see who she could be talking to. His face went pale with shock and surprise as he saw Russ Miles kneeling naked behind the lovely, insanely aroused cover girl. He stopped his fucking motions for a moment on the outstroke, only his huge, throbbing cockhead sunk between the cock-stretched lips of Cherie's virginal little asshole.
What the fuck is he doing here? he thought. I'll bet he came to try and score with this little blonde before I did. Well, tough shit, Miles. I got her ass first! Why don't you get into Kelly's?
The knowledge of Russ's presence and his joining of their lewd orgy sent new waves of burgeoning passion through Bob's hot prick. It seemed as though Russ were finally going to stop rocking the boat and get back into the swing of things.
Bob Avery fucked his huge powerful cock forward again, far up into young Cherie Tyson's asshole. Harder and faster and deeper he fucked, abandonedly reveling in the slap of his loins against Cherie Tyson's whitely trembling asscheeks.
The panting young blonde was slower to sense the arrival of someone new in her apartment. She hadn't heard Kelly's desperate cries, so caught up was she in the task of buffeting back against the deeply fucking cock of Bob Avery. But now, as she heard him moan with renewed frenzy and begin to fuck harder and harder into her greedily milking asshole, her eyes became focused, and her head raised up from its flailing, hanging position. And through the haze of desire, she saw a familiar face, a face staring with sweat-sheened, crazed eyes at her from a distance of only a few feet. The face of Russ Miles!
Oh, she couldn't believe it . . . but it was true. The very man whose job she thought she was saving was naked . . . and about to fuck Kelly in the ass, even as she herself was being ass-fucked by Bob Avery.
The wanton young blonde stared, blinking at Russ, thinking it was only a dream. Had she been wrong about the only man in New York who had shown her any kindness? Was he the same as Bob Avery? She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it! Russ must really care for her, otherwise he wouldn't be here. There was nothing to indicate he had known Bob and Kelly would be doing this.
Her mouth gaped open as her big blue eyes fastened on the hugely throbbing cock of the man she now knew she loved. And she stared gapingly at the pulsing hardness he held in his hand over the nakedly trembling body of Kelly Walker. Her brain screamed, No! Russ, darling ... I want you ... I have to have you. Don't let them trap you like they did before.
"Russ!" she managed to gasp, her body rigid, her hips no longer flailing crazily back toward Bob's bowel-filling strokes even though he was still fucking hard into her asshole with his long swollen cock.
"Fuck me, damn it Russ!" Kelly's shrill voice howled demandingly. "Fuck me in the ass. Fuck my ass ... !"
But Russ paid no attention to the trembling model poised on all fours before him, he didn't even hear her wailing plea. His eyes were locked with Cherie's, and he saw only her, her beautiful perspiration- sheened body, her huge, nakedly swaying tits, her wriggling white asscheeks. And Cherie, in turn, saw only Russ, the immense erection held strongly in his hand. It was bigger than she had remembered from the week before . . . bigger than she had dreamed a cock could be. It trembled and quivered, the head swollen and filmed with pre-cum from the split in the head. It was the instrument of love belonging to the one man in New York City who meant anything to her . . . the only man who had really meant anything to her after she and Spencer had drifted apart, and she wanted it, wanted Russ's big and wonderful cock fucking deep up inside the hotly juicing walls of her cunt!
And at that moment, the world seemed to dissolve around Cherie and Russ, and there was nothing left but the two of them and their desire-ridden bodies. A mute message passed between them, a bond of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the strictest physical sense, a love that transcended the mere lust which Bob and Kelly offered, and both Russ and Cherie knew it in that moment, knew that there was no one else in the world for them but each other. And they knew, too, that their feelings for one another, which had been latent during the last week, were perfect and clean and good because they were the product of love, and not payment for advancement in a career!
The handsome young photographer struggled to his feet, stumbled forward, and Cherie awaited him with moist eyes, only dimly aware of the delicious ravaging of her tight little asshole by Bob Avery behind her. Russ attempted to pull the wildly fucking Bob from his position behind the moaning blonde, but Bob merely laughed gutturally at the ineffectual arms encircling his chest, the fire burning out of control down in his deeply fucking cock giving him the strength of ten men. Instead, he rolled heavily over onto his back, pulling the cock-impaled Cherie with him so that she now lay on top of him, her naked little pussy exposed to Russ's lusting gaze.
The muscles of Cherie's flat tanned belly were near the breaking point from the pressure of her legs falling down on either side of Bob's body, until she finally managed to plant her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent over to relieve the pain in her young asshole from Bob's deeper penetration in this new position.
Standing above them in his nakedness, his bulging hard cock throbbing at the lovely view of the young blondes pink, cum-smeared cunt, Russ could see the thickly throbbing shaft of Bob's cock protruding from Cherie's asshole beneath, and while he hated to share the lovely girl with Bob Avery, he knew that Cherie would be thinking only of him. Russ looked at her hot, juicy little pussy with lustful eyes, the pussy hair-rimmed slit making tiny nibbling motions in the air as she instinctively continued screwing her asscheeks back down onto Bob's deeply fucking hardness. Cherie's huge sensuously throbbing tits were dancing wildly on her chest above Bob's arms that were locked together beneath their voluptuous softness, and in this position the lovely blonde's naked cunt looked so open and inviting that the young photographer almost hated to destroy the vision of loveliness she presented.
Moving swiftly, though, in his lust, Russ groaned deeply in his throat and knelt down on the floor between Avery's outspread knees, his cock throbbing thickly with anticipation at the sight of the blonde-fringed pussy eagerly waiting to be fucked.
As he glanced down at her face, Russ could tell that Cherie was almost out of her mind with desire for him, and he told her with a silent message from his eyes that he wanted her just as badly. Positioning himself above the young blonde's lewdly gyrating cunt, he aimed his rigidly pulsating cock at the wet, pink pussy flesh below.
The muscular young man spread Cherie's thighs still farther apart as he moved into position. Then grasping his hard, aching cock in his hands, he guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her wetly seething cunt.
"Ooooooooooooooohhlihhhhhhh . . . goooooooo-oood ... I" Cherie groaned as his lust-enraged prick slithered unimpeded up inside her hotly tingling pussy, joining Avery's cock already buried deep up there in her tightly gripping asshole. Cherie lay gasping for breath between the two muscular men, delighting in the way the addition of Russ's cock fn her pussy hole filled her more than she would have dreamed was possible! She acknowledged the uncontrollable passion racking her pussy and asshole, shamelessly rocking back and forth between the two lewdly impaling cocks with only the thin wall of flesh between her asshole and cunt separating the two deeply fucking pricks.
Eager to show his newly realized love for the young blonde, Russ began to fuck rapidly into her hot moist pussy, while Avery from beneath her began fucking up with long hard strokes into the depths of her hungrily devouring asshole. It took a moment, but then they achieved a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a child's rag doll.
Cherie was uttering low moaning sounds that went on and on all the time they fucked into her pussy and asshole from the front and back, occasionally loosing a deeper groan from her chest as they fucked harder and harder.
The voluptuous Kelly Walker watched as if hypnotized, staring at the two huge, wildly fucking cocks skewering into Cherie's widespread pussy and asshole. Her coal-black eyes gleamed excitedly as she viewed the two huge pussy juice-slickened cocks glistening as they fucked in and out, the stretched pink edges of the young blonde's pussy drawing back with Russ's cock on the out-fucks and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her squirming little cunt. The other painfully aching hardness was clasped tightly by the blonde's rubbery asshole as Bob fucked his huge cum-slickened cock relentlessly up between her quivering white asscheeks. On and on it went, filling Kelly's wetly throbbing little cunt with an envious desire that made her huge dark eyes flash green and her hotly tingling little clitoris tremble almost to the point of vicarious orgasm. Kelly couldn't believe that Russ had left her to fuck the young blonde, and she felt totally disappointed that once again, she had lost him. She would never have believed that her naive neighbor was enjoying getting fucked by the two men at the same time.
But to Cherie Tyson, it was as though only Russ's cock was filling her cock-hungry little pussy. In her mind, she replaced Bob's hugely throbbing cock fucking into her asshole with Russ's, making it seem to her as though Russ was fucking her cunt and ass at the same time, as though he had two hugely fucking cocks!
Cherie suddenly found a place to rest her ankles in the crook of Russ's knees, and her naked, whitely trembling asscheeks began to jerk backwards to meet the in-fuck into her lewdly impaled little asshole and then forward again to swallow Russ's cock whole as it fucked into her steaming wet pussy. Her young body felt as though it would split apart from her pussy slit up, and a series of tiny pre-orgasms began rippling through her loins, even the tiny, cock-stuffed passage of her asshole quivering excitedly in time with her clitoris.
"Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhl" she chanted rhythmically with each of their delicious in-fucks into her cunt and up between her wide-spread asscheeks. They drove into her helplessly spread pussy and asshole harder and wilder, while between them the passion-crazed young blonde churned and twisted as though she had gone mad. Then she moaned loudly and jerked her pelvis back and forth with machine-gun rapidity.
"Oh GodI Ooooohhh . . . keep it up . . . fuck my pussy and cunt harder. I'm cumming . . . ooohhh . . . God! Don't stop . . ." Cherie sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until she thought it would never stop. Her wildly wriggling ass swung back and forth, around and around, searching out every ounce of the maddening sensation flooding her wildly heaving cunt and asshole.
Bob Avery below her sensed that the lovely, blonde fashion model had gone beyond all shame, and believed that he had finally won her. Now he fucked even more savagely up into her tight, hotly clasping little asshole, imbedding his hugely jerking cock as far up as it would go, as the wild rush of his boiling cum began streaming upward from the sanctity of his cum-swollen balls.
"Aaaaarrrghhh! Aaaarrghhh . . . there's cum in your ass," he grunted into her ear, savoring the way her nakedly thrashing asscheeks were clenching into hard little balls against his lewdly fucking prick.
But Cherie did not hear him. Her whole being was focused on the white-hot cum that was once more rushing up from Russ's cum-filled balls deep into her cunt. She felt Russ double the speed of his long, pussy-splitting in-fucks and felt him fucking his violently exploding cock again and again up inside her still wildly convulsing cunt walls.
Russ could feel her cum-moistened pussy clasping and unclasping around his throbbing hardness. The handsome young photographer pumped his virile male sperm deep up into her convulsing young cunt until finally he rammed his prick all the way in and held it there, vibrating like a pneumatic drill far up inside her greedily milking pussy as she continued twisting her cunt around his huge, cunt-splitting hardness.
Finally it was over. The softened twin cocks slipped wetly back out of Cherie's wide-stretched, cum-soaked asshole and cunt. Russ rolled over from her limp, satiated young body and collapsed beside the other two spent forms on the carpet. He heard a slight popping noise as Bob's thick shaft slipped from the tightness of her asshole and looked through half-closed eyes at her huge, whitely billowing titties heaving as she gasped to regain her breath.
The stillness of Cherie's apartment was broken as suddenly Kelly said, "Now that the two of you are done with her, how about taking care of me?"
Bob smiled lustfully as he looked at the voluptuous, naked dark-haired girl, her fingertips touching her own body throbbing clitoris.
"I'll take care of you, baby," he said gleefully, getting up off the carpet and walking over to her. "I'll suck that sweet cunt of yours, babe, until you drown me in your cunt juice. Jesus . . . what a way to go! Hey, Miles, ya wanna get off again?"
But Russ didn't hear him. He and Cherie were gazing now into each other's eyes, feeling the love they now had for each other flow warmly through their exhausted bodies. Then, with a low grunt, Bob took Kelly's hand and led her through Cherie's apartment to the door and out into the hall to Kelly's place.
Alone, Russ and Cherie searched their minds for the words which were not necessary to express what they felt for each other. Each time they tried to say something, they would only open their mouths, and then stop, not wanting to destroy the wonderful moment of shared love they knew would never end as long as they lived.