Chapter 4
Ronnie didn't come home that night. Cheryl took Curt to bed with her and it wasn't long before his cock was rigid as a piece of pipe again. This time he seemed capable of going on for hours without coming. He was patient. He knew he could hurt her with his big cock, so he fucked her softly until he sensed that she wanted it hard. Then he punctured and reamed her with it, jabbing her into fresh tortured orgasms.
In the early morning they awoke and went into the kitchen, still naked. Cheryl fried some eggs and made coffee. They were just beginning to eat when the doorbell rang. Cheryl froze.
"Ronnie!" she said. "He must've mislaid his key."
Curt merely nodded. Cheryl ran to the bedroom and snatched up her bathrobe. Then she went quickly to the door. She tried to be ready for whatever Ronnie would say when he glanced into the kitchen and saw his naked buddy sitting there. She opened the door. It was Angela.
"Oh!" she half-squealed, trying to mask her surprise. "It's you! Hi."
Angela's face was friendly, concerned. "Can I come in?"
"Well...."
Angela frowned. "Is something the matter, Cheryl? I couldn't stop thinking of you. I thought I'd Cheryl kept the door open only a crack, gripping the knob tightly. "Well...." She didn't know what to day. "I.. you'd better not. I think I might be getting a cold."
Angela smiled and pushed against the door. "Come on," she smiled. "You can let me in. I'll fix you some tea or something."
"No." Cheryl held the door in place. Then she opened it and stepped outside into the hallway. She pulled the door almost shut behind her. "I-well, I can't let you in right now."
Angela suddenly understood. "Is it a man, Cheryl?" she asked softly.
Cheryl nodded. She wanted to embrace Angela and say she was sorry. But she wasn't sorry. She cared as much as ever for the girl. But she wasn't sorry.
Angela looked sad. "I'm glad it is, in a way," she said softly, her eyes shiny. "At least it's not-" But she couldn't go on. She shook her head, the pain of jealousy and loss clearly showing in her eyes. "Goodbye, baby," she whispered.
She turned to go, but Cheryl grabbed her arm. "No, Angela. It doesn't change anything. I still want you. It was kind of an accident."
Angels smiled. "That helps," she murmured. "I mean, that you still care for me."
Cheryl realized that silent tears were spilling down her cheeks. "Angela, I want you." She moaned softly so that Curt would not overhear. "You can't just-"
Angela shook her head slowly. "No, you want him. It's not your brother, is it?"
Cheryl was horrified. "God, no! What do you think I am? It's a friend of his."
Angela smiled wryly. "Well, you can't have us both, Cheryl. I mean, maybe he wouldn't mind, but I would."
"Angela, you can't just walk away."
Angela sighed, "Yes. Yes I can. I don't want to, but I can." She bit her lower Up. "I'm sorry, baby."
She turned and went down the stairs. Cheryl called after her, but Angela didn't turn around. Stunned, Cheryl watched her disappear. She went back inside.
"Who was that?" Curt asked, his mouth full of food.
"Something important. I have to go out."
"What for?"
She ignored him and went into the bedroom and dressed. When she came out he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his limp cock hanging obscenely between his hard thigh muscles. He munched on a piece of toast.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go out, Curt. I'm sorry, it's important."
"Was that some boy friend?"
"No."
He grinned. "Oh. You can tell me. I don't give a shit."
"It wasn't." I'll bet you'd give a shit if I told you, she thought.
"Whatever you say. Will you be back soon?"
"Probably."
"Hell, honey," he grinned. "We haven't even started yet."
She smiled back. She wanted to walk over to him and grab his cock, fall to her knees and take it in her mouth. But she knew where that would lead. "I'll be back," she said. "And you'd better be here. I want more."
She took a cab to Angela's apartment, hoping the girl would be there. But she didn't know if she was right. It's crazy of me, she thought, to expect her to run home and sob her heart out just because she caught me with Curt. But she had to try something. She rang the bell. Angela opened the door. She was dry-eyed but aloof.
"Can I come in?" Cheryl asked.
"Do you think you should?"
"I want to."
"That's not what I asked you."
"Angela, don't treat me like a child. Ask me in or send me away."
"How did you know I'd be here?"
"I didn't. I just took a chance."
Still indecisive and suspicious, Angela opened the door wide enough for Cheryl to get in. Cheryl squeezed through, feeling the chill that came from Angela's small living room, full of anxiety, neither one knowing what to say.
"Tell me about him," Angela finally said.
"It was really kind of an accident. He's Ronnie's friend. He was there. We just kind of...."
"I can guess the details," Angela snapped.
"I don't think you have to be so mean about it. If it were you, you would've done the same thing."
"You don't know that."
"You told me you like men too."
"That doesn't mean I gobble up every prick that dangles in front of my face. Look Cheryl, I don't have any right to judge you for what you're doing. I care about you, but I don't own you. What you do with your body is your business. If you want to fuck him, that's okay. But it hurts me too much just to sand by and wait until you get back to me."
"Angela, it's not that way at all!" Cheryl said.
The throbbing of her own voice made Cheryl aware of the growing heat of her desire. I want you, Angela! she thought. I want you now. I want to feel your body under me. I want to show you that it doesn't matter, that he can't come between us. She got out of her chair and crossed the room to Angela, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
"Cheryl, I think you'd better go. This isn't a good idea."
But Cheryl could see the same fires in Angela's eyes, fires she had seen there before. She had dressed in such a hurry that she had not worn a bra. And now with one movement, she pulled her sweater up over her head, baring her upper body. Angela looked down at her breasts, then shut her eyes and turned her head away.
"Cheryl, don't. Please don't."
Cheryl leaned forward and pressed her tingling breasts against Angela's legs, pushing them into the flesh of Angela's calves, drawing them up and down her shins. She ran her hands up Angela's thighs beneath her skirt, gently prying apart her knees. She dangled one of her naked breasts between Angela's knees, then pressed them together on the firm globe, squeezing it so that her nipple grew swollen and dark.
Angela's knees twitched. "Cheryl ... God, don't. Don't!"
Cheryl struggled to her feet. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them out to Angela. She leaned over so that they were only inches from Angela's parted lips and whispered, "Angela, suck me ... suck me."
A tremor gripped her as she felt Angela's warm breath on her nipples. She shut her eyes as Angela's lips closed over her left nipple with agonizing sweetness. Angela clasped her waist, drawing her closer, nuzzling her naked breasts hotly. Cheryl tilted her head back and enjoyed the aching pleasure the wet moving mouth gave her.
Angela drew her down into her lap. She tongued and sucked Cheryl's nipples hungrily. "You don't play fair, do you?" she murmured.
"It's only you I want," Cheryl said. "Ohhhh, you're so good to me. Your mouth is so good."
Angela kissed her neck and shoulders. "You think if we fuck, that'll make it go away?" Cheryl, it'll only make it worse."
"Ohhh, no ... ohhhh, no," Cheryl whispered. She slid off Angela's lap and ran her hands up Angela's warm thighs until her thumbs met and pressed the damp silk covering her crotch. Angela's eyes rolled upward. Cheryl slipped each thumb under the elastic of the girl's panties and sunk them both in Angela's wet pussy. Angela's head fell back, and she groaned with lust.
"Anngghh! Oh ... Cheryl, it's not fair." Cheryl knew she didn't have time to coax Angela into the bedroom. On the way there, Angela would have time to change her mind, to back out of it. So she quickly stripped off Angela's panties, then her skirt. Her hand darted in and out of Angela's flowing pussy as she worked. Angela squirmed, lifting her ass to help with the undressing.
Now her whole lower body was naked. Her smooth belly quivered with excitement. Cheryl rubbed her hard-nippled boobs all over Angela's knees and thighs. Angela slumped down in the chair, panting, eyes shut. She spread her thighs widely. Her clenched ass-cheeks were perched on the edge of the chair. The open wet slash of her cunt lay uptilted to Cheryl's face.
Without hesitating, Cheryl kissed the pulpy raw slit. She slurped the cunt hungrily, licking the swollen pussylips, swallowing Angela's juices greedily. She pressed her face into Angela's long red gash until her lips and chin and nose were smeared with the girl's warm fluids. Angela gasped incoherently. She locked her hands behind Cheryl's head and began to fuck up into her mouth.
"Ahhnn! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh, yessss!" she moaned.
Cheryl loved the taste of Angela's cunt. She loved the way she could make the girl writhe and squeal and shiver with desire. She felt her own pussy pouring with juice. She thrust a hand under her skirt, clawed her panties down her thighs, and masturbated crazily as she sucked Angela. The chair rocked as Angela strained and gasped. She flipped her pelvis up frantically into Cheryl's devouring mouth. Deep moans came from her throat in rhythm with her twitching groin.
"Unnhh! Oh! Ohhhnnnn! Fuck me ... eat me! Yessss! Oh god, honey ... honey, eat me eat me fuck me fuck me!"
Then a sharp squeal escaped her. She dug her fingernails into the flesh of her thighs, then erupted in a long tumultuous orgasm. The two of them were locked together, mouth to cunt, in a violent rocking and surging that nearly knocked over the chair.
"UUNNGGHHHH!" Angela grunted. "AANNGGHHIEEEE!" she screamed as the climax seized her.
Cheryl glanced up and saw Angela's face wet with tears following the intensity of the release. Gently she tugged the girl out of the chair, down to the floor, She stripped off Angela's blouse and her bra. Her own desire was left unquenched by Angela's climax.
"I want to fuck you forever," she murmured. She squeezed Angela's beautiful big breasts, licking the hard nipples.
Angela quickly surfaced from the swoon of her orgasm. Her hands raced to Cheryl's skirt, unzipped it and slid it down her thighs along with the panties. Suddenly her fingers were deep inside Cheryl's cunt, jabbing and probing it fiercely. Angela's hand fucked her so violently that Cheryl was overcome by the surprisingly viciousness of it. Her body went slack under the loving fury of Angela's attack. She surrendered herself to the sweet rape, feeling the sharp teeth that ringed her pulsing nipples and the long plunging fingers that tortured her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" she whimpered to Angela. "You're hinting me! Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, yes, hard!"
Angela's crazed beautiful face hovered over her. She could see the intense mixture of love and hate in Angela's eyes. The girl was fucking her so roughly out of both vengeance and lust.
"I love you ... I love you!" Angela kept repeating deliriously, ramming her hand into Cheryl.
Cheryl's cunt was raw with fire. Her entire body ran with flames where Angela's naked flesh touched it. Angela was fucking her and punishing her at the same time, and she loved it. Willingly she gave her body to the girl. Within seconds the raping, plunging hand brought her to a climax that seemed to rip her writhing body in two.
"UNNHHHH!" she moaned as it gripped her.
Later as she was dressing, getting ready to leave, Cheryl got an idea. Angela was still naked, her lovely body stretched across the white sheets where they had gone to fuck again after the quick episode on the floor. And as Cheryl looked at her she couldn't help suddenly seeing Curt there too. And herself. The three of them, tangled together, struggling and moaning in one hot mass of tingling flesh. The idea scared and excited her. What would it be like in bed with both of them? The two of them had brought her to heights of sexual pleasure she had never thought possible. Think of it, both of them fucking me at the same time! she thought. Though right now her body felt depleted and raw and sore, the thought still made her blood race again.
"Angela," she said timidly, half-afraid even to admit such thoughts. "Yes?"
"I just got kind of a funny idea. I mean, it's kind of embarrassing, but I wonder...."
Angela stretched lazily and smiled. "You can tell me," she said. "Is it about him?"
"Yes."
"Let me guess. You want to get the three of us together."
"How did you know?"
"Something in your eyes,"
Cheryl blushed. "What do you think?"
"I think he must really know how to use his tool."
"He does."
"Did you want to bring him over tonight?"
"God, no. I'm exhausted, aren't you? But you mean you think it's a good idea? You wouldn't mind?"
Angela's grin was devilish. "If you want to know the truth, it sounds exciting as hell to me. I've never done anything like that before."
"Me either. Look, tonight's bad. I'm too tired and sore. But why don't you just come home with me after work tomorrow night? Well pull a surprise on him."
"Sounds good to me. Now come here and give me a kiss before you leave."
Cheryl went over to the bed, sat on it, and kissed Angela's mouth. Unable to resist, she kissed her shoulders too, and her breasts and soft brown nipples, until Angela suddenly gasped.
"Oh baby! You'd better get out of here while I'll still let you go."
"Tomorrow?" Cheryl asked. "Tomorrow," Angela breathed.