Chapter 9
At work on Monday morning Angela stopped Cheryl in the hallway. Her smile was both sultry and spiteful.
"You got into Kim's pants, didn't you."
Cheryl said nothing.
"You bitch."
But Cheryl knew that Angela didn't mean it. Her eyes were filled with envy and jealousy, but also with a touch of the old familiar desire. It seemed to Cheryl that the fact that she had succeeded in fucking Kim had increased Angela's desire for her.
She suddenly remembered that this was precisely the reaction she had wanted from Angela. It was the main reason she had gone after Kim in the first place. But the beautiful weekend of fucking she had spent with Kim had made her forget her ulterior motives. Now they seemed unimportant. But seeing Angela so disturbed brought back to her a small taste of victory.
"How did you know?" she asked Angela coyly.
"I just got a feeling. She looks so radiant today. And she keeps eating you with her eyes every time you walk past her. I guess you really gave her a good time. You wouldn't mind telling me how you did it, would you? I mean, when I tried it she acted like I was Frankenstein or something."
"Maybe I just wanted her worse than you did."
"I doubt that." Angela bit one of her fingernails nervously. "Is she better than me?"
Cheryl could see that Angela was hurt, more hurt than she had expected. Angela was also ashamed of herself for asking the question, for making herself so vulnerable. How could Cheryl answer the question? Kim was magnificent. Cheryl flushed with fresh heat just recalling the stupendous, throbbing orgasms she had experienced with the girl during the past two days.
But she knew her old desire for Angela was undiminished. Angela had been the first ever to make her come. They had shared something that couldn't be taken away. Why should she have to choose between them?
"Angela,!...."
"Never mind. You don't have to answer that."
"I ... I want you. You know how I've always wanted you." She grabbed for Angela's wrist.
Angela yanked it away, looking with fright up and down the halls. "Not here, baby!"
Cheryl's eyes burned into Angela's. Her cunt grew wet and juicy. "I want you," she whispered. She knew she couldn't say the words out loud here in the hallway. Instead she formed them silently with her lips: I want to fuck you.
"We could go into the bathroom," Angela said. Her eyes showed that she was desperately hungry for it too, but she couldn't think of a safe place.
"Someone might come in while we are...."
"I know," Angela said.
"I think I could come if you just kissed me."
"I feel the same way."
"Why don't we go up on the roof? Just for a minute or two," Cheryl suggested, feeling absolutely crazy.
Angela's eyes darted furtively up and down the hallway. Momentarily there was no one to see them. Quickly she went over to the door to the stairwell and opened it. Both of them ducked inside rapidly and shut it behind them.
"We could do it right here," Cheryl whispered. "No one uses the stairs "
"Honey," Angela grinned. "Both of us scream like we're being murdered when we come. The echoes in this place will be heard throughout the whole city!"
"I know. Let's go up to the roof. Quick!"
They had to climb two flights to reach the roof. They stepped out into the sunlight, feeling marvelously secretive and guilty. They looked down at the tarred roof sprinkled with gravel. No place to lie down. This is crazy! Cheryl thought. But I want her, I want her so much!
"Well have to stand up," Angela said.
"It doesn't matter. Come her, baby."
Cheryl held out her arms. They embraced and kissed. Angela, while they were kissing, dipped her hand beneath Cheryl's skirt. She pulled aside the elastic band of Cheryl's panties and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt.
"Oh God!" Cheryl gasped.
She worked her own hand up Angela's thigh, past her panties, and jabbed her fingers into the girl's moist pussy. They clung to each other, gasping, plunging with their hands.
"Just fuck me fast, fast!" Cheryl panted. "Oh! Oh God, I still love you, baby!"
She massaged Angela's swollen clit fiercely, trying to make her come quickly. Angela's eyes rolled upwards. Her pelvis twitched and strained. They were so overcome with passion that they stumbled and nearly fell.
"Come over here against this wall, honey!" Angela gasped.
Without disengaging their hands, they moved to brace themselves against the wall where the door gave onto the roof. Using it for leverage and to keep their balance, they began fucking each other furiously.
Cheryl gagged and whimpered with lust. She lot all track of where they were. "I want to suck your big beautiful titties," she gasped into Angela's ear.
"We ... we haven't got time!" Angela panted. "Oh! Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, baby! Fast! Fast!"
"Unh! Unh!" Cheryl grunted.
They rubbed one another's clits wildly, their knees sagging, their mouths slack and panting. Angela was nearly senseless with passion. A soft whinnying came from deep in her chest. She flexed her legs, raising and lowering her juicy cunt on Cheryl's thrusting hand.
"I ... I'm going to-ohhhnnnn! Oh! I'm coming!" Angela cried out.
"AAAHHNNNNIEEEEE!" she wailed.
Cheryl closed her eyes. Her knees shook crazily, and she too came in hot writhing jolts. "UNNHHHH! OOHHNNNNN!"
They held onto each other as their orgasms poured through them. Then quickly they disengaged, withdrawing their sticky fingers. Cheryl brought her hand up to her mouth and slowly licked off Angela's pussyjuice.
"What if somebody catches us?" Angela said, straightening her clothes.
"It's too late now," Cheryl grinned.
Slowly they walked back down the stairs to the office. Before opening the stairwell door and going back into the hallway, they Stopped and kissed with lingering passion, grinding their bodies together. They came away from the kiss panting wildly again.
"You have to share her with me now," Angela said.
The idea had never crossed Cheryl's mind. It inflamed her. The three of us! Both of them fucking me at the same time! But suddenly the whole thought turned sour on her. It was the same thing that had happened before with Curt. She turned cold with mistrust of Angela.
"I don't have to do anything of the sort," she said.
But Angela's eyes were desperate with pleading. "Please, honey!"
They entered the hallway again. Cheryl suddenly felt very used. She wondered if the hot climax they had just shared on the roof was only Angela's way of trying to get through Cheryl something she couldn't get on her own.
"Well see," she said, acting very aloof. "I'll have to think about it."
Then she turned on her heel and walked away from Angela, letting her hips sway seductively just to torture the girl a little more.
Cheryl was worried. She had begun to feel like she was turning into a sex fiend or something. All she ever seemed to think about was getting fucked. Or fucking somebody herself. I was never this way before Brad and I split up, and I went to bed with Angela, she thought.
It had become the only important thing in her life. The night after Angela had brought up the idea of the two of them fucking with Kim, Cheryl had not been able to sleep. Crazy images of the three of them fucking spun through her head. Even masturbating had not quenched the feverish desires of her body.
This has got to stop! she told herself.
So she decided to give up on sex completely, just to prove to herself that she could do it. That meant discouraging the advances of Angela, Kim and Brad. None of them seemed to understand. She had been so hot for it before. But they couldn't get past her iron wall of determination.
The hardest part was not touching herself. She knew she could make herself come in a flash, if she only gave into it. And after two weeks without fucking, she was so horny she almost climaxed each time she took a bath and washed her crotch.
By the third week it was almost unbearable. She began wearing underwear, including a bra, and a long flannel nightgown to bed, just so she wouldn't be tempted to touch herself. Each night she lay in bed, thrashing around nervously, unable to sleep. She thought of Brad's big cock sliding slowly in and out of her, filling her empty cunt, making her sob finally with hot coming. She thought of Angela's skillful lips drawing one after another excruciating spasm out of her aching clit. And she thought of Kim, who fucked like a glutton, squirming and sucking and pinching and scratching, finally squealing when the orgasms ruptured her.
Tossing heatedly, she finally fell into an uneasy sleep. Almost immediately she began to dream. But the dream was so vivid, she couldn't be sure she was still asleep.
Two men with heavily muscled torsos stood in front of her. Each of them wore a black mask. Each one had an absolutely stupendous cock, a stiff throbbing monster.
Only slowly did she realize that she was completely naked and tightly bound. Her arms were stretched up and tied at the wrists to an overhead bar. Her legs were spread-eagled and tied at the ankles to rings embedded in the floor. She looked down at the shiny black cord that crisscrossed her body tightly. Her breasts were strangled and swollen, her nipples engorged like bursting plums. The cord ran between her thighs and squeezed her cunt lips. Her pussy was a glistening wet blossom in full bloom.
She realized that she was totally vulnerable to them. Her body throbbed and ached where the tight black cord bit into her naked flesh. Each man's tall stiff cock jumped threateningly.
But in the dream she had no time even to imagine what was going to happen to her. The two men were on her in a flash. Their rough hands squeezed and pinched her body. Their mouths found her bursting nipples and sucked her ferociously. Sharply lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her. She screamed but nothing came out of her mouth.
Their eager hands found the splayed seam of her crotch, invading her pussy and her ass-hole. A funny smell came to her nostrils. She looked down and saw them both slathering her groin with bacon grease. She knew that she was about to receive a killing fuck from those two monstrous pricks. She writhed and twisted and whimpered. But she could do nothing to stop it.
The two men pinned her between them. The one behind her pried her buttocks apart and inched his mammoth cock into her rectum. The other one slid his shaft into her cunt. Again Cheryl shrieked, but no sound came out.
She felt like two giant oak trees had penetrated her. The huge poles ripped up into her pussy and her ass. Her whole body went into convulsions. The two men plundered her brutally. They pinched her swollen nipples and bit her neck and shoulders. She screeched and squirmed helplessly. The two massive cocks plunged into her savagely, nearly splitting her in half. Wild pleasure wracked her tortured body.
She began to come. Blinding hot spasms tore her quivering body apart. The two rearing cocks began to spew into her. The powerful bodies of the two men crushed her between them like a vise. She throbbed and howled as one sharp climax after another wrenched her.
Suddenly she was awake. She was gasping and panting uncontrollably. The twisted sheets were soaked with her sweat. Her damp body was tense, shivering with need.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she panted aloud, reeling with pent-up lust.
She realized that she had climaxed in the dream, but not actually. I didn't really come! she thought. But God, I'm so close! So close!
God, what a horrible, beautiful dream! she thought. She looked down at her naked body, glistening with sweat. She half-expected to see the black cord still binding her flesh tightly. But there was nothing. Her cunt and her ass-hole still ached, as if they were still stuffed and crammed with the two giant cocks.
She brushed her flaring nipples with her fingertips and winced at the sharp pleasure that flooded her throbbing breasts.
"Hhhhh!" she panted wildly. "Oh! Hhhhhh! Hhhhhh!"
Her hands slid down quickly to her greasy slit. She touched her clit lightly and almost went crazy. Her body yearned for release. Her hot blood pounded furiously. I want to come! she cried to herself. I want to come!
She knew she could make herself come. Just a few rapid swirls of her fingers on her screaming clit would make her explode. But the craving in her body was for more than that. She could feel the absence of the two cocks that had been cramming her pussy and her ass in the dream! She wanted to feel those two telephone pole cocks in her, ramming her, puncturing her with bliss.
But she couldn't just run out hysterically into the streets, shouting, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
She got up off the bed, her body still seething with sexual heat, and began wandering in a daze around her apartment. Maybe I should call Angela, she thought. Or Kim, or Brad. But no, no, no! That's not what I need! I need something more than that!