Chapter 3
At work the following day they agreed to meet again after work at Cheryl's apartment.
"It's Friday night," Angela had whispered to her during their coffee break. "We can fuck all weekend."
The thought was so exciting that Cheryl didn't trust herself to respond.
But when she got home from work that evening, she found her brother Ronnie sitting outside her apartment. With him was a tall good-looking guy about the same age whose name was Curt.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise," she said, letting them in after her.
She knew her voice sounded false, but she tried not to show her disappointment. Her only thoughts were of being alone in bed with Angela. But she tried to be nonchalant.
"What are you doing here, Ronnie?"
"Semester break," Ronnie said. "Curt and I thought we'd come up here to San Francisco and look around for a few days. You said any time, remember? You said I could flake out on your floor."
Curt looked her up and down slyly, with admiration. It gave her a funny excited feeling.
"I know I did," she said. "And you can, too. I wish you would have called, though."
"Why, you have something planned?"
She walked around the apartment, turning on the lights, tossing her coat in the bedroom. She felt Curt's eyes lurking on her legs, on the swell of her ass. "Not exactly," she said. "I mean, nothing I can't postpone."
"I'll simply have to go over to her place, she thought. Instead of her coming over here. She felt slightly ashamed. She knew she couldn't let her brother know she was having a lesbian relationship. She couldn't let him sense the kind of hunger she had for the body of another girl.
"If it's important, Cheryl, we can split. Curt knows some people up here too."
"I can find us a place to sleep," Curt said. They were the first words he had spoken. Something in the tone of his voice sounded to Cheryl like he was addressing her with the same boldness his eyes used on her body.
"I wouldn't think of it," Cheryl said. "You're staying here. Look, why don't you run down to the store and get some stuff to eat, and I'll cook the three of us a dinner, okay?"
She wrote out a small list and gave it to Ronnie. While they were gone, she phoned Angela.
"My brother and a friend of his are here. I promised him he could stay here if he ever came up. I don't know what to do. I guess you'd better not come over."
Angela was calm. "Of course. You don't want him to know."
"Not really."
"I understand. You can come over here."
"I will. But it's their first night here. I might have trouble getting away. But I'll try like crazy. I want you."
Angela laughed softly. "I want you too, baby. But if you can't make it tonight, there's always tomorrow. Just see how it goes. Come over later, if you can." She laughed softly again. "Listen, would it embarrass you to know that my cunt is just itching for the feel of your tongue?" mine is too, for yours! Honey, I want to fuck with you again so much!"
"We will, baby. We will," Angela murmured.
After Cheryl hung up she felt guilty. She realized that her excuse seemed plausible enough.
But she knew she could get away if she really wanted to. But before she could think about it any more the guys returned with the groceries, and she began dinner.
While they ate, they talked about the college where Ronnie and Curt went to school, and about Cheryl's divorce from Brad. Ronnie had never liked Brad, and now he no longer had to conceal his dislike.
"Good," he said. "It's about time you got rid of that creep."
Cheryl blushed. She didn't feel like defending Brad, but she couldn't let that pass. "Ronnie, I won't listen to that," she said. Brad and I couldn't make it, that's all. It happens to lots of couples. It had nothing to do with the kind of person he is."
Ronnie snickered as he gulped down his food. "Sorry. But I don't think anyone could make it with him." He smiled slyly.
"I wasn't talking about that!" Cheryl snapped. But she knew she sounded too defensive.
Curt jumped into the conversation with his smooth slightly mocking voice. "Well, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't want to get married anyway," he said. "Ronnie's right. I mean, I never knew this ex-husband of yours, but why should you want to be locked up with one man for the rest of your life?"
Cheryl was embarrassed but managed to smile. "Maybe you're right," she mumbled. She quickly changed the subject. "Well, how long do you two plan to stay?"
"Just a few days," Ronnie said. "Maybe a week. I know a girl from school who lives up here, and she's home for vacation. I thought I'd call her tonight and see if anything's happening."
"Don't want to waste any time, eh?" Cheryl said.
Curt pushed his chair away from the table, stretching and yawning. "Well, you go right ahead, Ronnie," he said. "But I'm bushed. If your sister doesn't mind, I'd just as soon watch a little tube and go to sleep."
Ronnie looked at Cheryl. "You don't mind if Curt stays here while I go over to Amy's house, do you?"
"Of course not," Cheryl said. She took care not to look at Curt's eyes as she agreed.
Ronnie made the call while Cheryl and Curt cleared the table. His friend Amy was home. "I might be late," he grinned suggestively.
"Just take care you don't hurt the sweet little thing," Curt joked.
Cheryl took her spare key from the kitchen drawer and gave it to her brother. "All I ask is that you be quiet when you come in," she said. "My beauty rest is more important to me than your little affairs."
Ronnie winked. "If I don't make it back at all, don't call the police."
"Ronnie!" Cheryl said, pretending to scold him.
Her brother left, and she and Curt were alone.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked him.
"Sure. But don't let me bother you. Just do what you usually do. You can pretend I'm not even here."
His eyes were steady and bold, but Cheryl looked right into them now. It made her tingle, and suddenly she knew why she had stalled Angela. Somewhere inside she had expected this moment to arrive. And now she found herself filled with excitement and indecision.
"How could I pretend that?" she said.
Curt grinned. Slowly he reached out and took her hand. She pulled it away. She realized that she wanted to torment him a little.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said, looking at him darkly. "It's what I usually do, as you put it."
"Whatever," he shrugged, grinning like a cat.
"There's instant coffee on the sink board."
He kept smiling. "Okay."
She took her bath, washing her naked body and toweling it with care. She found herself tingling with anticipation. She went into her bedroom and shut the door and phoned Angela, telling her she was heartbroken that she couldn't make it over.
"Baby, it's all right," Angela murmured. "Family is family. I think I'll just he here in bed and ... masturbate and pretend it's you."
Cheryl hung up the phone. She was tingling too much from Angela's words and from Curt's presence in the other room to feel guilty. She pulled her bathrobe over her naked body and went into the living room. Curt was sprawled on the sofa watching TV and smoking a cigarette.
"Did you make any coffee?" she asked, trying to conceal her nerves.
"No," he answered lazily.
"Don't you want some?"
"No." He stared boldly into her eyes, then let his gaze travel down her body.
She sat down and picked up a magazine. You have to do something too, Curt, if you want me, she thought. I can't do it all.
"How long have you been living here without your husband?" he finally asked. Again he was grinning his cat-like grin at her.
"Oh, a month or two," she said. She flipped the magazine pages, acting bored. But suddenly she realized that he was nervous too. Maybe not as nervous as she, but still uncertain how to proceed. After all, I am his friend's sister, she thought.
"You sure do know how to make a man uncomfortable," he said.
She glanced up at him, trying not to blush. "Why do you say that?"
"You aren't wearing anything under that robe."
"Well, I just took a bath."
"You mean if I go in there and take a bath, I can come out here with no clothes, too?"
She met his suggestive grin with one of her own. "Sure," she said.
"What if I skip the bath?"
Cheryl put down the magazine. The suspense was killing her. Her hands rested in her lap and she deliberately but unobtrusively loosened the belt of her robe. At the same time she asked, "Can I have one of your cigarettes?"
"Sure." He pointed to them on the coffee table. "Help yourself."
Well, here goes, she said to herself. She got out of her chair and went to the coffee table. She felt the robe slide open to reveal her tits, her stomach, her thighs. His burning eyes were fastened on her naked body. She bent to pick up the shorts until his hard cock slipped out, twitching before her face. She reached out and encircled it with one hand, feeling its stiff ridges and full pulsing veins. God, what a magnificent prick! she thought. She squeezed it and felt his whole body wince with pleasure.
"God, Curt, it's beautiful."
"You like it?"
"I love it. I want it in me. Fuck me, Curt. Fuck me, put it in me."
Her pussy was hot and bathed in juice. The only prick it had ever felt was Brad's. And now she wanted this one. She wanted to be stuffed full of this big throbbing prick of Curt's. She knew he could make her come. Her body was already on fire. Briefly the image of Angela's face crossed her mind. But she didn't even feel guilty. She knew she wasn't a lesbian now. She wanted this man to fuck her so badly that she could almost feel herself coming already just by holding his hot cock in her hand.
"Don't you want to kiss it first?" Curt whispered.
She glanced up at his face. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
Cheryl swallowed dryly. She had never taken a prick into her mouth before. And the massive throbbing organ in her hand thrilled and terrified her. Curt caressed her cheek with the knuckles of one hand. Then he dropped both hands to her breasts, squeezing them and twisting the nipples. He was breathing hard, too.
"Suck it, baby," he said. "Suck it. Just keep your teeth in." He smiled.
She opened her mouth wide and put her lips over the bulbous head of his cock. Then she lowered her head and let the whole long stalk slide into her wet mouth. Curt gasped sharply. His hands closed over her ears as she sucked him deep.
Cheryl still wanted him to fuck her. Her whole body cried for it. But she had never felt anything like this hot hard prick in her mouth, stabbing the back of her throat. She gagged with crazy joy when he fucked upward into the roof of her mouth. She grasped the root of his rigid cock with her hands. She pulled the stiff pole up straight and then plunged her mouth up and down on it, cramming her mouth full of it.
But I can't let him come in my mouth! she thought. It's so awful. And he won't be able to fuck me. It'll get limp! When she thought he was near, she would tear her mouth away and beg him to put it in her. But there was no chance of that, it turned out. Panting fiercely, Curt groaned and stiffened. His strong hands forced her head down. Before she could do anything, her mouth was filled with hot spurting fluid. There was so much of it that she couldn't do anything but swallow quickly. The more she gulped, the more seemed to spill into her mouth. And she sucked it down thirstily, wondering how he could have so much.
Finally his hands slipped away from her head. His body slackened, and his rapid breathing subsided. She let his softening cock slip out of her mouth and cradled it in her hands, licking the last pearly drops of jism from the head.
"You like it?" Curt chuckled lazily.
She took the head of his soft cock into her mouth once again and swirled her tongue around it, making him wince and shudder. "I love it," she said. She traveled up his body with her mouth, kissing him everywhere. She felt his hands slide down her bare back and grasp her ass. His fingers slithered into her soupy cunt from behind.
"Unnhhh!" she gasped. "The only trouble is I ... oh! Ooohhh, Curt, unnhhh! I have to wait for you to fuck me."
"You won't have to wait long, baby."
"Oh, I hope not!" she hissed. Circling her shoulders with one arm and plunging his fingers even deeper into her pussy, he flipped her onto her back on the sofa. His hand jabbed wildly into her wet cunt while he nibbled her neck and shoulders with his teeth. Then he fell again to her swollen breasts, kneading the firm globes with his free hand, sucking her nipples so fiercely that she wanted to scream. But her breath rasped in her throat.
"Oh God, oh God!" she moaned, her pelvis rolling. Her frantic hand clawed at his naked hip, then found his prick, which was again huge and hot. Already! she thought. She pulled it. "Curt, put it in me!" she panted.
He moved over her and spread her thighs with his hands. Then he lay the thick bulbous head of his prick on her slippery cunt lips. She looked up at his face, dying to be fucked, imploring him with her eyes. His hands raced roughly over her burning body, then up to her shoulders, embracing her and pulling her strongly down on his cock at the same moment that he drove it into her.
"Agghhhh!" she gagged, feeling the stiff shaft stab deep into her pussy, blinding her with quick pain. "Oh, God, it hurts! Ahhh! Unhh!"
He pulled it out and drove it into her again. She felt the edge of his cock scrape along her clit as he rammed it up her. Again she winced with pain, but the hot throbbing of her cunt obligated it. She had never been fucked like this. She had never known anyone could fuck her like this. His cock was so huge. It felt ten times bigger than Brad's. At times it hurt so badly when it pierced her that she could barely stand it. But she clawed his ass with her fingernails, pulling the gigantic prick into her. Her pelvis flipped up from the sofa to meet it.
Curt fucked into her wet trench with quick vicious stabs, grunting and writhing on top of her. The pain that came with each battering plunge of his cock soon disappeared in the boiling fury of sensations that were gathering into her climax. Suddenly she stiffened and stopped breathing. She felt his groin slam into hers. His huge cock seemed to burst the walls of her aching pussy. And then she was coming, squealing and thrashing.
"ANNUNNNN!" she groaned. "UNH! OOHHNNNN!"
Still coming, she felt him clench too. Then she heard his hoarse cry and felt the insane pulsing of his prick and the hot jets of cum spurting into her.
Finally he collapsed on her, panting heavily. She caressed his back gently. She felt gloriously happy. It was the first time a man had ever made her come. And though the pain had been there, her orgasm had been overwhelming. If it took a huge cock like his to make her come, then she would swallow and bite back the pain any day, she thought. Also, now she knew she was not a lesbian. And she smiled as she realized that in the future she would enjoy fucking with Angela even more since she wouldn't have to worry that she was somehow perverted.
She hugged Curt and kissed his ear. He held her face between his hands and kissed her mouth "Baby, your a great fuck, you know that"
"I'm so glad you think so."
"Sorry I had to hurt you like that."
She gazed into his dark flickering eyes. Somehow she knew he was only telling half the truth. Part of him had loved hurting her.
"You're just too big for me, that's all," she murmured. "But it was great. I've never been fucked so good. I mean it."