Chapter 5
In the morning Cheryl got up early and went off to work, leaving Curt still asleep. He had fucked her three times again during the night. And though she had thought she was too tired and sore to take it, she looked forward to more.
Still, just the idea of getting back into the work routine made her feel good. It was like proving she was not going to fall off the track and go mad with dissipation simply because all this incredible sex had taken her by surprise. Throughout the morning she worked diligently. She managed to keep her thoughts off both Angela and Curt, and what she had devised for tonight.
She didn't want to think about it. She knew she was taking a risk. What if the two of them really bit it off? What if they decided to cast her aside? At work she purposely avoided Angela, except for one moment at lunch when they confirmed their plans for after work. Even Angela seemed nervous.
Cheryl ate lunch with Kim instead. She had not talked much with Kim since the affair with Angela had started. It was mainly out of the fear that Kim would be able to read the word lesbian written all over her face. But now that she had put an end to her own fears by fucking all the time like a lust-crazed rabbit with Curt, she felt there was less to worry about.
She had always liked Kim. The girl's aloof reserve was somehow fascinating. And Cheryl herself had become so sexualized during the past few days that she couldn't help realizing again how stunning Kim was. Sitting across from her at the lunch table, she caught herself in a fantasy of seducing Kim. Peeling away the clothes from her exquisitely shaped body ... making her moan with skillful kisses ... clasping her tightly as she cried out while coming. The fantasy made her extremely nervous. She didn't want Kim to catch on. So she finished her lunch extra quickly, and made an excuse to go to the powder room.
After work she and Angela took the bus to her apartment. As they entered the lobby of the building, they gave each other a nervous glance.
They paused by the elevator.
"If you want to call it off, Cheryl, I'll understand," Angela said.
Cheryl looked into Angela's eyes. She saw reflected there the same fear and anxiety she felt. She leaned over and whispered.
"Angela, I'm scared too. I really am. But I'm so wet. Already I want you. I want him. I want you both, I want us all."
Angela smiled nervously. She blushed. "I'm wet too."
The elevator arrived and they got on. Cheryl pushed the button for her floor.
"What'll he do?" Angela asked as they got off the elevator.
"I don't know. He'll probably get mad at me for bringing you along, and wait for you to leave. Unless we do something."
They walked to Cheryl's door. "What are we going to do?" Angela asked.
"I'll think of something," Cheryl said as she put her key in the lock and opened the door.
Curt was sprawled on the sofa, watching TV, drinking a beer. He wore only his white undershorts. The strong muscles of his body gleamed. He made no move to get up but just grinned at the two of them as they took off then-coats.
"This is Angela, Curt," Cheryl said nervously. "I wasn't expecting company," Curt said. "You should have phoned."
"I guess so," Cheryl said. She and Angela stood in the middle of the floor, not knowing where to go, what to do.
"Excuse me, ladies," Curt grinned. "Maybe I should put on come clothes." But he made no effort to move.
Cheryl looked around, totally panicked. She knew she had to do something, and quick. So she kicked off her shoes, then quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. She kicked it away, then began peeling off her pantyhose. Curt's eyes widened. He looked at Angela, then back at Cheryl, who had now shed her blouse and was working behind her back at the clasp of her bra. "Let me help you," Angela murmured. She unfastened Cheryl's bra. Then she slipped it off and reached around from behind, filling her hands with Cheryl's naked breasts. She clipped the soft big nipples with her fingers. Except for her panties, Cheryl was naked. She turned to Angela and began to undress her.
"I'm beginning to get the idea," Curt said, rising from the sofa. His prick bulged under his shorts. He took Cheryl's face in his hands and asked, "Did you bring us a present?"
Slowly, slightly terrified, Cheryl nodded. Curt looked at Angela. Then he took her hand and Cheryl's and led them both toward the bedroom. Quickly he skimmed off his shorts, letting them stare at his rigid cock. He shut the bedroom door and turned to Angela.
"You're beautiful," he said. "So are you," Angela said, staring down at his large cock.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her sensual mouth. Cheryl watched her respond, watched her body loosen and her hands come up to stroke his neck. He tugged the bottom of Angela's blouse out from her skirt and ran his hands up to her tits. Angela pulled back from him and unfastened the buttons of her blouse, then unclasped her bra.
Cheryl went to them. She and Curt pushed Angela back toward the bed. Angela fell on her back on the mattress with the two of them on top of her, their mouths on her soft brown nipples.
"Oh God, oh God!" Angela moaned.
Quickly Cheryl stripped off Angela's skirt and panties. She caressed the girl's firm tawny thighs and spread them, pushing her finger into Angela's wet blossoming cunt. Angela whimpered and squirmed. She twisted around beneath Curt until her hand reached his prick. Quickly she fed it into her mouth, fucking it wildly at the same time with her hand. Curt's eyes went glassy with pleasure. He and Cheryl glanced at each other. They leaned over Angela's bobbing head and kissed, striking an agreement with their smoky gaze. Then they methodically set to work on the body of the girl who was still trying to swallow Curt's rearing cock.
He pulled it gentry out of her mouth, then he and Cheryl pushed Angela onto her back once again. They began to kiss her and caress her from both ends. Curt worked down from the top, kissing her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, squeezing her large tits. Then he lowered his mouth to them, sucking her long brown nipples, bringing tiny squeals of abandon from her throat.
Cheryl began at her feet and worked up. She stroked the fine long muscles of Angela's leg, kneading and kissing her shapely calves and warm thighs. Finally she arrived at the damp patch of crotch hair. She pressed her lips against the runny gash of Angela's pussy.
"Oh! Oh, God ... oh my God!" Angela gasped. From the hips down her body writhed and tossed. But Curt had her back pinned to the mattress, his hands and mouth still on her breasts. Cheryl could hear the hungry wet smacking of his lips mingled with Angela's moans. Her own cunt was dripping with juice. She slipped two fingers into it and masturbated crazily as she licked Angela's soupy slit. She remembered the incredible sensitivity of Angela's boobs and nipples, and how the girl could come by having them caressed. And suddenly she heard a muffled yelp. Then she felt Angela's groin strain tightly against her mouth, then flip in spasms.
"Oh God, I'm coming!" Angela whimpered in a kind of ecstatic torment. She panted and squealed as she came, but her body never stopped squirming. "More," she panted. "Don't stop! I can come more. Oh, more!"
Curt turned and drew Cheryl up to Angela's head. His breath was short, his huge prick throbbing rapidly. "Squat over her face, baby," he said to Cheryl.
Cheryl obeyed. She spread her thighs and lowered her aching pussy onto Angela's mouth, gasping frantically as she felt Angela's tongue slither up into her..
"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped. Curt settled between Angela's gaping thighs and without warning drove his huge cock deep into her, making her gag with surprise and pain.
"Aanngghhh ohh ... fuck me!" she sputtered into Cheryl's flushing cunt.
Suddenly Cheryl felt Curt's fingers probing the crack of her ass. She bent forward on all fours to make it easier for him, still swirling her steaming cunt against Angela's gobbling lips. Then she felt the shock of his wet tongue in the crack of her ass, poking against the tight ring of her rectum. The sensation was electrifying. She ground her pussy down into Angela's eager mouth, suddenly yelping with hot delight as Curt's tongue entered her ass-hole. With both of them fucking her rapidly with their tongues, Cheryl bent her face to the sheet and began to come hotly.
"Aaahhnnnn!" she moaned. "OH! OHHNNNNNN!"
Slumped forward on her elbows, her quivering rump in the air with both of their mouths crazily devouring her splayed seam, she grunted and wheezed through a ripping climax. Then she dragged herself off Angela's face, her body slack and pulsing, and lay next to them, watching.
Their mouths were open, their wet pink tongues snaking and tangling together. Curt was fucking Angela in his most vicious and pummeling manner. He stabbed her repeatedly with his ferociously long prick. His strong hands kneaded the slender flesh of her waist, rising to clutch her jiggling breasts. He slid his head down her chest and lifted her breast to his open mouth. He squeezed her boob so fiercely that the reddened flesh bulged through his clenched fingers. Angela's blood-engorged nipple flared above his thumb in a hard shiny cone. Then, before touching it with his mouth, he ripped his prick deep into her cunt. She cried out in pain, her body arched and stiffened, her face contorted with agony.
"Owwchhh! Annghh! Oh God, it hurts! Owwwhhnnnn!"
Spellbound and terrified, Cheryl saw that Curt was crazed with lust. Is this what he looks like when he fucks me? she wondered. Curt reared upward again into Angela's cunt, lifting her helpless body off the bed with his thrust. Cheryl watched the mixture of pain and pleasure on Angela's beautiful tortured face. She knew what it felt like. She wanted to stop Curt from hurting her, but she knew from her own experience that Angela wouldn't want it to stop.
Now he sucked Angela's swollen nipple into his mouth savagely and ripped his cock into her at the same time.
"Aaaannnngghh!" Angela grunted, her mouth slack, her body limp under his passionate assault.
Her head rolled to the side. Her glazed eyes looked deep into Cheryl's, making an incoherent request. God, he's killing me, Angela thought. He's fucking me to death! You never told me it would be like this! Curt lunged his stiff cock into her again.
"Aaunng ... ahhnn ... aauunngg!" Suddenly, without really knowing why, Cheryl found herself clawing at Curt's naked back, trying to tear him off Angela. But he elbowed her roughly aside, snarling. His arm knocked her off the bed onto the floor. She struggled back to the mattress just in time to see him nearly swallow Angela's other flaring nipple, protruding from his fist. "Aaiieeeeee!" Angela screamed. Hypnotized, Cheryl watched, crouched on the floor beside the crazily rocking bed. Still screaming, Angela erupted in a thrashing fury of coming. She locked her legs tightly around Curt's hips, pumping, her strong calves flexing, pulling his cock into her. She grabbed his ass with both hands, trying to cram more of his prick into her. Their hot grunting and panting and the quick wet slap of their bellies together jacked up Cheryl's lust to an incredible pitch. Suddenly Curt's hips shuddered. His body grew rigid, and he coughed and crammed every inch of Angela's slit with his spurting prick.
Angela howled and came once again, her face wrenched with pain and joy.
"AAWWOONNGGGG!" she howled, arching her back as the climax pulverized her.
Cheryl kneeled on the floor beside the bed, hypnotized, her hand moving slowly in and out of her own hot cunt. The violence on the bed was over. Curt and Angela coiled together in exhaustion and tenderness now. They nibbled each other's lips, smiling, licking the sweat off each other's shoulders. But Cheryl was in flames. She felt denied, cast aside, angry and hurt. She climbed back on the bed, forcing herself on them, feeling their sweat on her skin as she rubbed her aching breasts against their bodies.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Please fuck me, I'm burning up."
Angela smiled and kissed her cheek. "Cheryl, I'm so tired. Wait a while, huh?"
"Curt?"
She guided one of her pulsing tits to his mouth, the long nipple swollen with desire. But he too smiled and pushed her away.
"In a minute, baby," he said. "You think I'm made out of iron?"
The two of them coiled together and dozed, ignoring her. She lay beside them burning, her pussy wet and prickly with the urge to come. She stroked the inflamed pussylips with her fingers, gasping, beginning to cry silently. She was reduced to masturbating again, when she had planned such an evening of incredible fucking! It wasn't supposed to work out this way! she moaned silently. You were both supposed to fuck me! I want to come! I need to come! Fuck me, somebody fuck me, please! I can't wait!
Angela and Curt seemed to be asleep. Cheryl lay beside them, panting softly but less feverish now. Tenderly she stroked the warm buttery lips of her cunt, enjoying the silky tremors that flowed through her flesh. At any moment she could let herself come, but she didn't want to so desperately now. Instead she wanted to hover on the edge of coming like this. She enjoyed the exquisite weakness of her hot palpitating nerves. Her body was flushed and vibrant. Tiny whimpers rose from her throat. But she skillfully kept her fingers away from her swollen clit. If Curt slid his prick into me now, she thought, I'll explode.
Her cunt was juicy and it grew so sensitive that her body would knot up with tension, her pants turn to short gasps. She would have to pause and remove her fingers for a few moments in order to prolong the pleasure. She was doing this, lying silently on her back, regaining control of her breath, when she heard the front door open. Ronnie! she thought.
She leaped off the bed, glancing around for something to cover herself with. But before she could find something, there he was, standing in the bedroom doorway. His eyes were wide, flickering with amusement. A slow grin spread over his mouth.
"Well, well," he said.
"Ronnie...."
He looked slowly, admiringly, up and down her naked body. His eyes lingered on her full upswept breasts, on her thighs, her wet cunt-hair. Then he glanced behind her at the two on the bed. Then he looked back at her. He seemed nervous.
"Let me put on a bathrobe," Cheryl said. She headed quickly for the closet.
"I wish you wouldn't."
She looked at him. "Ronnie, I'm your sister."
"Your body is so beautiful."
Cheryl was embarrassed and inflamed at the same time. Her body was weak and aching with the need to come. The way her brother looked at her drove her crazy. She could see the lump in his crotch where his prick was rising. God, I'd come if he just took it out of his pants and pointed it at me! she thought.
"Ronnie, we can't."
Again she turned toward the closet. But he came over to her and grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him. Then he put his hands on her breasts, lifted them, and pressed her swollen nipples lightly with his thumbs. "Cheryl...."
She pulled back. His hands on her breasts aroused her terribly. She didn't know what to do.
She wanted him to fuck her, she knew it.
"Ronnie, I'm your sister. Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know," he smiled.
He bent his head and closed his lips over one of her aching nipples. For a moment she whimpered and shut her eyes and enjoyed him sucking her. But then she jerked away, slapping at his cheek.
"Now stop it," she said, afraid of him and of herself.
She stared down at the huge bulge his cock made through his pants. He saw her looking at it and slowly unzipped his fly. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down so that the long red stalk of his cock stood and throbbed.
"Ronnie!" she said.
He pushed against her, pressing his stiff prick against her naked thigh. "Feel it, Cheryl," he panted.
He raised his hands to her breasts again and began kissing her mouth. He ran his tongue around inside her teeth, and she found herself kissing him back. Her nipples sprang alive under his fingers. The flesh of her thigh burned where his cock rubbed it.
"Cheryl, you want it," he whispered. His tongue snaked around hers. "You want it."
"Ohhhh, I do. But Ronnie, we can't. Oh God, you know how wrong it is."
His firm hands on her shoulders pressed her to the floor. Her rubbery knees were too weak to resist. Her body was submissive and yielding. His mouth was on her neck and her breasts. She felt him kicking off his shoes, shedding his pants, tearing off his shirt. Then he was kissing her smooth belly, her hips and thighs.. She felt his fingers tenderly exploring the juicy folds of her cunt. Then he laid the bulging head of his prick on the edge of her slit and pushed it in.
Oh God! she thought with shame. We're really fucking! My brother is fucking me, and I didn't try to stop him! I wanted him to, I wanted it!
"Oh, Ronnie ... I want it ... it's so wrong, so wrong, unhh! Oh God! It's so good!"
He frenched her ear and his hands crawled up her ribs to her breasts. He rolled and squeezed them.
"You're beautiful, Cheryl ... oh, God, your cunt is so good, so hot!"
"Ron ... aahhhh, oh Ronnie, just fuck me, don't let me think about it, just fuck me hard, don't let me ... think! Unh! Urdihhh! Oh, fuck me, baby!"
She was so close. She had stroked herself to the brink of orgasm so many times before he had arrived. And before she knew it, she was bursting with hot backbreaking spasms.
"UNNHHH! AAHHNNNN!" she cried out, grinding her pussy into his plunging cock as she came.
And Ronnie came quickly, too. He groaned and squeezed her fiercely, squirting hot rockets of jism into her. They were tangled together on the floor, gasping and panting, fucking wildly with guilty passion.