Chapter 8
Sherry's head bobbed low between Cindy's outstretched and quivering thighs. She worked her tongue gleefully around the throbbing hard bud, and she thought Cindy's transition from a sobbing young innocent to a lusting bitch was making remarkable progress. Sherry could tell that Cindy was far from willing and able, but she certainly was coming along.
Cindy was exuding sexuality—despite her mental resistances—and Sherry was helping to bring it out of her. Opening her mouth, Sherry pressed her lips around the tiny clit and sucked it into her wetness. The scent of Cindy's cunt was fantastic, and she clamped her teeth down on the clit, making Cindy yell loudly with excitement.
Cindy's cry was so loud that Chris nearly interfered. But he knew that Sherry was expert at things sexual and sensual, and that there was no reason to stop the girls. He took a seat on the sofa and enjoyed the spectacle of watching Sherry's head sliding up and down between Cindy's legs.
I guess a girl can eat out another girl just about perfect, he mused, on account of her knowing every angle of her own body. He watched and took mental notes as Sherry's tongue lollied about here and there between Cindy's thighs. He noted especially the way Sherry concentrated special attention on Cindy's clitoral bud and the way she tweaked and teased it with her lips and her tongue. His cock pounded with the pressure of his fat flowing blood, and his balls felt like they were near to bursting with sperm. He knew he would soon be fucking that delicious little angel, that he would have to fuck her soon or he would cum all over the living room just from thinking about it. He had an erection that wouldn't stop throbbing!
For her part, Sherry was getting rather aroused from licking out Cindy's vagina. She took to spreading the lips of Cindy's cunt even wider by using her thumbs. For a moment she lifted her head from Cindy's clit and ran her wet tongue down the pink, moist valley toward the opening of her vagina. Finding it, she pressed her mouth against the warm flesh, and using her tongue like a hot probe, she flicked it out at the tight little orifice. Feeling Cindy's immediate jerking response, she plunged her tongue down the tight passageway, burrowing into her depths. Stretching her tongue as far as possible, she licked at the smooth wet satiny walls, tasting the warm, pungent heat of her passion while her mind filled with lewd images of all the things the three of them could be doing together in the next few hours.
"Ooooouuuu ...! Oooohhh! Uuugghhh!" cried Cindy in desperation, unable to deny the intense effects of this accurate licking on her insides. She was becoming delirious with the burning sensation of mounting passion and intense pleasure that the other woman's tongue was working into her belly. It was what she had long been denied when she was growing up, and now that she was getting just a taste of it—presumably against her will—it was too much to deny. She ground her ass around and around in wanton passion with the oral fucking continuing to make her heave with more and more desire. She didn't care about her virginity just then, and she had no idea what she would say if someone asked her about morals. What counted at that instant above all else was having her cunt kissed until all hell froze over. She didn't care about anything!
"Ooooh, Godddddd!" she cried out, suddenly coming to her senses. "You have to stop! Please ... noooo moooorrrreeee!"
She started to sit up but Chris was too quick for her. He bounced up off the sofa and took hold of her hands in a kneeling position from behind her. "Keep licking," he instructed Sherry. "Don't stop now. She was just about to give in. Keep kissing her pussy."
Sherry smiled and dutifully continued licking out Cindy's cuntal passage. The hot little nerve-laden bud of the teenager's clitoris was throbbing ecstatically, despite what Cindy said. The little pink flesh of her cunt, too, was swollen up with erotic blood and it was clear that she was on the verge of letting loose. Her vagina was probably pulsating inside in ways that she never knew possible.
Cindy wouldn't have imagined in a thousand years that she could ever approve of such vile, dirty actions. It was so obscene to have another woman licking her pussy, and that was part of her reluctance to give way and submit entirely. But on the other hand, how would Chris have ever even guessed to kiss her cunt this way? It was so perfect ... so vile and yet so right!
And suddenly the lust producing tongue was gone from the confines of her moist velvety vagina. She opened her eyes as though startled back into reality and looked around. "What are you going to do now?"
"Not me," said Chris. "You. You're going to get a little lesson in oral sex, sweetheart. And then I'm going to fuck you, just the way you've been promising me all along."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Cindy. "What do you mean, the way I've been promising you?"
"You know what I mean. Well, you've been leading me on and promising me that someday we'd do it right. Well, today's the day. Just get over there and watch what Sherry does for me. And then you're going to do the same."
"I-I-I don't understand, Chris, darling. Please don't talk so rough to me? Please?"
"Get over there," said Chris, "and watch what Sherry does for me."
She cowered against the sofa as he roughly pressed her away from him. Sherry was suddenly on her knees in front of him, her hands wrapping and slipping around his male hips. She let her fingers glide into place around the thickness of his prick shaft and used her palms to support his testicles from underneath.
"You see how she takes hold of me? With both hands?" His voice was somber and instructive at the same time, as if to say to his girlfriend, You better learn all of this, and learn it right, or else!
Sherry's tongue darted out at the little slit in the head of his stiffened penis. She licked the spongy tip in one long splayed out-stretching, and then she went sliding down the side of the ridged erection. She licked down to the base of the hardness and then circled back up, like a barber shop stripe, until she arrived at the mushroom head again. Then she plopped the thickened tip all the way into the wet heat of her mouth, so far that the thick tip pressed into the hollow of her satiny slick cheek.
"Oooh, yeah," he growled at her, "that's the way, Sherry. Keep on suckin' me, honey. Oooh, don't stop."
Cindy was aghast. Not only had she been forced to undress in front of this strange woman, made to subjugate her desires to the same woman, but now that girl was sucking off her lover, Chris. "I can't believe you're making me watch this," she scolded them both, and she started up off the sofa.
"Sit down," snapped Chris, pulling his cock out of the grip and oral sanctuary of Sherry's mouth. "Sit down and stay put or so help me I'll make this miserable for you instead of a simple little lesson ... "
"Oooh, God," she moaned, helpless to do anything but cooperate. She sat back down under pressure from his glare and remained sitting and watching.
"Alright," he said to Sherry. "Show her the rest."
Sherry took up her two handed, oral position on hands and knees in front of him, holding his cock and pressing her tongue around the tip of the spongy head. She licked the underside of the cock column and worked at wetting down every inch of the ridged shaft. Finally, in a graceful moment of total oral surrender, she opened up her mouth and relaxed her throat in such a way that his prick appeared to float out of sight into the depths of her deep inner neck. Her ovalled lips sandwiched and kissed at the base of his shaft with his lust-heated testicles slapping against her chin.
Cindy could not believe her eyes. Chris's cock seemed to disappear into the other woman's face. Only his testicles remained in view. Slowly but surely he took up a rhythm of slipping his prick in and out of the ovalled wetness. His hips slipped up and down and his prick worked piston-like, back and forth in Sherry's mouth. Every now and then the blue-veined thickness came entirely into view and ceased moving while Chris took a breath. And all the time that he was involved in working his penis in and out of her mouth, she was sliding and manipulating his testicles with her long white fingers. There was a clicking and smacking noise from her tongue and wet lips slipping along the hardness, and every now and then his testicles made a lewd slapping sound as they bounced lightly upon her chin. Then she reached around and took hold of the cheeks of his hard pressing ass and ground him forward into her face. She pulled him up against her mouth and worked her tongue and lips hard against his cock. Her fingers kneaded his ass flesh while his prick descended into the depths of her hungrily swallowing throat.
"Oooooooh, God," cried Cindy, unable to believe the sight before her very eyes. "I don't believe it!"
"Yeah," grunted Chris, his furious passion mounting with every stroke into the depths of Sherry's face. "Ain't that something?" He put his hands around Sherry's face and worked his hips one more time so that his cock disappeared into her face again. Then he pulled his penis out of her mouth the way a pirate in an old movie might pull a sword from a scabbard and he turned to Cindy. "Now it's your turn," he said.
Her eyes were fixed on the saliva soaked hardness that he held in his hand and pointed at her. The slit in the tip of his cock-head stared at her like the angry eye of Satan.
"No," she said, shaking her head in furious resistance, "I won't ... I won't ... I-"
His hand came down around her face in a long arch as if in slow motion. But the effect was not slow. It was fast. A crack, a smacking sound jarred her face and head, and then she knew, she'd been hit and hard, too, and when she righted herself and felt a fresh stream of tears running hotly down her cheeks, she could hear her own voice, and she was saying, "Oh, alright! Please, don't hit me ... Please ... ?"
"Take my cock," he said, "and I won't hit you."
She was sitting on the sofa. He took a step forward and his crotch was within reach of her hands. "Take your cock?" she stammered, still not completely recovered from his abusive smack.
"Yes," he said, "take it and suck me."
"Oooo, yes," she agreed, confused and bewildered. She had no choice. She reached out and tentatively took the male hardness in her fingers. She wrapped her tiny hands around the blood-engorged shaft. It was hot flesh in her bony digits. She could feel the ridged cartilage in her fingers, and the testicles slipped up against her knuckles. The little bristly hairs frightened her and encouraged her at the same time. She didn't know which way to turn. She looked up at him like a frightened puppy.
"Put it in your mouth," he told her harshly. "Now."
She bowed her head slightly and accepted the thickness of his male organ into the ovaling of her teenager lips.