Chapter 7
Cheri had her plan worked out perfectly by the time Michael exited the elevators carrying a couple of parcels. There was no doubt that he was a handsome slab of meat, all right, made even more so by that uniform and by the short pants. And fuck! Look at his face! As if that vain ass-hole didn't fucking know it! Cheri's "A.M. fuck" deposited the two parcels on the edge of the desk, and without preamble, said:
"Ten minutes?" He glanced around to make sure that two women who were sitting nearby, waiting on an appointment, were properly entranced by his physique, and then turned back to Cheri for confirmation. And he wouldn't have accepted anything but confirmation, she knew that.
"Ten minutes," she said, and then gave him the sweetest smile she was capable of conjuring up at the moment. Yes, she had her plan worked out perfectly....
"Good!" Michael said, and then, practically purring, he added, "This prick of mine is as hard as a rock and I can't wait to sink it into those rosy petals of yours...." Michael picked up his package and then, pivoting on his heel, he headed back to the elevator. He flashed the two women waiting for an appointment a smile that made them giggle and whisper to each other.
"If I'm not there, go on without me...." Cheri mumbled under her breath, and then laughed out loud.
This had to be worked out, practically to the exact second if it was going to come off as Cheri had planned. First off, she had to give Michael just a little more time than usual....
Cheri punched a button on the inter-office communicator. "Carmine? You ready?" Cheri took out a nail file and meditatively filed the edge of a fingernail until Carmine came in to take her place. Then, unlike her usual routine, Cheri went to the elevator, going down only one floor to alert some of the other girls working in the building, some of whom, she suspected, knew Michael Blade quite well.
Cheri went to several offices and things began to take on the look of the pied piper of Hamlin. By the time she returned to her business office there was a knot of eight women with her. They went through the door that led to the freight elevator, then boarded it.
Angelo didn't know what the hell was going on as he saw the veritable lynch mob of women approaching on the little television screen. He scratched his head and mumbled something about women's lib having finally gone too far.
"C'mon, Angelo," Cheri said, you might as well join us for the fun!"
Michael Blade had arrived at his truck ahead of Cheri, and wondered where the fuck she was. Well, it wasn't the first time she had been late, but he decided it wouldn't be a good idea to get on her case about his tight schedule, and all that. She had seemed to be in a bit of a mood lately, and in fact he was a little afraid that he was going to lose the chick, and then he'd have to go through all the trouble of scoring another little morning fuck in the Portland Plaza building, and that might take a few days. Besides, Cheri was a good little lay, and it would be hard to find a chick with tits as nice as hers. In addition to that she was friends with Angelo, the security guard, and Michael was pretty sure that Angelo was in no mood to be doing him any favors if Cheri wasn't somehow part of the equation. Michael climbed into the van via the side door and then went into the back.
Yeah, he'd better start treating that little chickie just a little nicer, or she might decide to dump him. For starters, he guessed he could have done better in giving her what she wanted, pay a little more attention to whether she had come or not. That wouldn't be all that hard ... Shit, she was a nice little screw....
Michael went into the back of the van and arranged the blanket on the floor, moving a few parcels aside. Maybe, he thought, I could even bring her a bunch of flowers, or something. That would probably cheer her up; chicks like flowers, after all, for some strange reason ... Yeah, she is a pretty cute little fuck. In Michael's mind's eye he could see a composite picture of some of the times that Cheri had been spread out on the floor of the van, her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties discarded to one side. Often times she would pull her dress down and let those big, soft boobs erupt from their cups, spilling those big, pink-capped mounds out to be fondled and suckled by him. It would definitely be hard to locate a nicer set of titty, all right, and she was worth keeping if only on that account.
Michael sat down on the blanket and undid his belt, then slid his shorts and underwear down. His rod was pretty limp, and he didn't exactly want to have Cheri see him with anything but a big, manly boner between his legs, so he took his cock in his hand and started to gently work it. His thoughts focused in on what lay between Cheri's spread legs, that sweet, wide, pink-glistening slash all surrounded by baby-fine pussy hair, and he started to stroke his cock, pretending that his peter was shoved deep up her hole, being clutched and milked by the tight, slick walls of her cunt. Yeah, baby, yeah, Michael thought, that's the way. He could feel his cock hardening in his hand, and it wouldn't be long until it was just the way it should be to impress Cheri. Maybe today they would try something a little different, maybe a little tighter ... Michael thought about the little pink pucker of Cheri's ass-hole, and debated with himself about whether that was his prick's destiny this fine morning. It would feel awfully nice to have his bone shoved up that tight bunghole of hers again, but would she enjoy it as much? Remember, he thought, that chick may be slipping away a little bit, so for a few days you're going to have to humor her, give her what she wants ... Michael decided that maybe he'd better give her something a little more traditional. He'd give her a standard missionary position fuck ala mode, but to make it just a little more special he'd be sure to eat her out first, give her the whole fucking nine yards with his mouth. He didn't have all the time in the world to waste, so he'd have to cut that off after a while, but he was sure that Cheri would enjoy it anyway, even if it was only for a minute or two. And when he screwed her, he'd make a point to not get in such a hurry ... This time, for the first and only and he hoped last time, he would make it a point to give her an orgasm. That would keep her satisfied for a week or two, anyway....
By this time Michael's pud had turned into a firm rod cradled in his hand. His prick was hard and standing straight upright, his balls hard and nut-like and ready to fire off a burst of sperm into the first available hole, be it keyhole, knothole, or whatever....
That's the way he thought, admiring his own dick as he gently frigged it in his fingertips, pleased with the way the head was engorged and purplishly glistening, now if only that fucking bitch Cheri would fucking get here so I could do something with the fucking thing!
And that was when Cheri did arrive, along with the little group of women that had now grown to eleven, not including Angelo, who was trailing up the rear. She swung the rear doors to the van opened and announced:
"Introducing Michael Blade, superstud extraordinaire in his last world performance at the Portland Plaza!"
Michael was so stunned to see the doors to the van swing open, and to see the wide-eyed stares of the eleven women and one man, that all he could do was to sit there. He still held his hard prick in his hand, but his expression was one of complete disbelief and shock.
And then the laughter began. It began as a single chuckle, but the sounds of amusement grew until the whole group were guffawing their asses off, the sound reverberating, echoing in the truck bay. Michael Blade could feel his hard prick begin to wither in his fingers, growing cooler, growing smaller. In a matter of moments he was holding a little, limp worm that looked almost as pathetic as the expression that he had on his face.
If that wasn't enough, that was when the flashbulbs went off. Three of the women had brought cameras, and were using them to take pictures of Michael Blade that would appear on office bulletin boards, anonymously placed, all throughout the Portland Plaza building within the next few days.
"Fuck!" Blade screamed, and then tried to get up, his arms flailing out, his legs unable to find purchase as the group continued to laugh and to take pictures. Finally he reeled over to the doors and slammed them shut and stood there fuming in the darkness of the van, his pants still hanging around his ankles.
That fucking bitch! That fucking Cheri! He'd fucking get back at her! That ungrateful little slut, making a fool out of him before all of those broads, and Angelo, too! He'd fucking get back at her ... He'd....
Blade bent over and pulled his pants up. He pulled his zipper up and then buckled his belt. The fucking humiliation! Shit! Every one of those broads was a secretary for some business or other in the Plaza, and he had to deal with them every day! He'd get back, he'd....
He climbed into the driver seat, and then he turned to see the man's face staring at him through the open window. It was Angelo.
"Nice show," Angelo said, smirking. "The ladies seemed to get a big kick out of it...."
Blade just fumed, not saying anything. He fumbled in his pocket for the key to the ignition.
"By the way, Michael, buddy...." Angelo said, smiling cordially, "if you're thinking of doing something to mess with Cheri to pay her back for this little expose of you today? Well, buddy, I wouldn't suggest it ... If I hear that you've annoyed her in the slightest, then I'm going to look you up. And I can be damned annoying, when I want to be...."
Blade believed Angelo.
Cheri thanked Carmine and was back at her desk before her break was over. She was still chuckling about the look on Michael Blade's face when William St. John Kuhlman got off the elevator, carrying his briefcase, and approached her desk.
He leaned close to Cheri's ear, so the two women waiting wouldn't hear what he was going to offer. "I heard that was quite a party at Veronica's the other night...."
Cheri stiffened in her chair. "Oh, really?" Cheri said, coolly.
"Yes. At least that's what I heard. A friend of mine heard a couple of the girls at the party talking about it at a ... a bar, and just happened to mention to me that you were at Veronica's party. It didn't break up until the following morning, did it?"
Cheri didn't say anything. Well, she thought, so much for living a secret life!
"You know," Kuhlman said, "I've heard those parties of Veronica's get pretty wild...."
Cheri stood up. She didn't have to take this kind of shit from this sawed-off shithead, not anymore, she didn't....
She started to walk toward the rear doors and Kuhlman followed her, practically hanging on to her.
"Yes," Kuhlman continued, "I've heard those parties of Veronica's are pretty wild; those lesbian parties...."
That was when Cheri turned to Kuhlman and delivered a punch that would have made Sugar Ray Leonard proud. Kuhlman literally took to the air, then skidded across the plush carpeting on his ass for a few feet to crash into a potted plant that fell over on him, dumping dirt into his lap.
"Yes," Cheri said thoughtfully, "it was a pretty wild party...."
The timing could hardly have been any more perfect. Johnny Dearer had just gotten out of the elevator and was approaching Cheri's desk when he stood stock still and let events take their course. Hell, he didn't even know Kuhlman, but Kuhlman had given him a ration of shit a few times about being late, and that kind of shit. So, it was with some pleasure that Johnny watched Cheri cock her fist and let old Kuhlman have it right in the kisser in as good an imitation of a lumberjack's roundhouse as he had ever seen, outside of a lumber mill, that is.
"Damn," Johnny Dearer mumbled under his breath as Cheri walked by him, smiling from ear-to-ear, "that's one hell of a fuckin' woman!
From the reaction of Bob and Betty when Cheri arrived, they must have planned it all out.
Cheri drove into the driveway and noted that both of their cars were sitting there. She prepared for the inevitable confrontation, running through her mind what she was going to say, how she was going to deal with the anger and the accusations that were likely to occur.
Cheri opened the door and walked in. Bob and Betty were sitting on the living room couch. That, by itself, was not unusual. The fact that they were sitting there naked was.
"Did I interrupt something?" Cheri said, recalling the time when she and Betty had hurriedly gotten dressed so that Bob wouldn't find out they had been fucking.
Betty smiled. "Not at all."
Bob smiled, too, and Cheri wondered if she was going crazy. "No, Cheri," he said, "we were expecting ... waiting for you...."
Bob and Betty walked over to Cheri, and she scrutinized their bodies as they approached, looking at Bob's cock hanging half-hard from his hairy crotch, at the enticing bobbing of Betty's little, knob-like boobs and the swaying of her hips as she approached. When they got next to Cheri each of them took one of her hands and led her toward the stairway.
"We talked it over," Betty said.
"We decided we were stupid to get on your case," Bob added.
"It was none of our business who-or how-you were fucking. It was just jealousy on our part, because we both care about you so much...."
"And," Bob said, "we hope you'll forget all about it. We want to make it up to you...."
And make it up to her they did. They led her up the stairs and into Betty's room. Betty was ordinarily not a great housekeeper but she had obviously tried to make her room as inviting as possible, even going so far as to put a brand-new coverlet on the bed.
They led Cheri on to the bed, had her lay down with all of her clothes on, and then proceeded to do everything either of them knew how to make her feel wonderful, and they succeeded.
Each of them started at the opposite end of Cheri's prone body, working toward the center of her. They took it slow, so very slow. Bob removed her shoes and then started to work on Cheri's feet, kissing and licking them, sucking each individual toe in turn, while Betty started at Cheri's head, kissing and licking her hairline, moving steadily downward. Cheri was so flabbergasted, yet pleased, that all she could do was to let them have their way with her. Bob seemed to be enjoying Cheri's toes, her feet, her ankles, caressing them, moving back and forth between them, that he was in no hurry to move onward and upward. Betty, on the other hand, had already progressed to Cheri's pretty face. She began to slowly and languorously kiss Cheri's eyelids, her cheeks, her forehead, then she dropped down to nibble at Cheri's earlobes. Cheri already felt like she was at a fever pitch of excitation when Betty really upped the ante by snaking her wet tongue into Cheri's ear, panting into it, dodging it and diving and twirling it, sending shudders of pleasure all throughout Cheri's body.
"You know, you guys don't really have to do this, you know you don't owe me anything...." Cheri protested, only to have Betty say:
"We think we do owe you something, Cheri ... Now, just enjoy it...."
And so enjoy it Cheri did.
Betty paused at Cheri's mouth to kiss her, letting her tongue dive in and wrestle with the other woman's tongue, while Bob worked steadily higher with his own tongue, laving Cheri's ankles, then calves, then knees with great care and no hurry at all. Betty did not stay long at Cheri's mouth, but lowered her kisses and licks to Cheri's neck, kissing and licking until the other woman was panting, then her kisses spiraled downward. Betty unbuttoned Cheri's blouse to the pleasure of her and Bob, then helped her slide out of it, leaving her only in her bra and skirt. Then Betty began to kiss the top portions of Cheri's tits, exposed outside of the bra cups, not pushing her attentions too far, still leaving the bra on until Cheri had wrapped her fingers in Betty's hair and was begging, pushing Betty's face into her tits, aching for her to mold them in her hands, to suck the tormented nipples. Betty obliged.
"Turn over," she said, and Cheri turned on her side while Betty undid the clasp to her bra. Bob took the opportunity to switch over to the back of Cheri's legs with his licking, then reached up to unzip her skirt. As Betty peeled Cheri's bra off of her, Bob slid her skirt down her legs and then off. Both of them were really getting excited, not to mention Cheri!
Cheri remained lying on her side as Bob brought his kisses and his tongue within inches of her ass; Betty licked and kissed, carefully withholding her hands from Cheri's breasts until they felt that she was right at the edge of going berserk with lust, and then it was as if the floodgates had burst and all of that sex came tumbling out.
Bob went right between Cheri's ass-cheeks, kissing her right through her panties, licking the long crack of her ass right through the silken covering. Cheri was gasping and moaning, bucking her ass into Bob's face so that he got a noseful of her earthy musk. It was enough to make him want more, much more. Betty's hand and mouth were going wild on Cheri's big, moldable boobs, her fingers working the nipples, her mouth doing the same. Betty was like a starving person, starving for those tits, those beautiful pink nipples. She sucked, she licked until Cheri's nipples went tight, taut, the little tips standing up hard and quivering.
Bob dragged Cheri's panties down and feasted, his tongue going right into her grasping ass-hole, diving in, swirling, pummeling into the tight, puckered little hole while Cheri bucked and moaned. Bob spread Cheri's ass-cheeks and made like a starving man at a feast, reveling in the taste, the smell, chewing and kissing and licking until Cheri was out of her mind with pleasure-and then he fucked her.
Sidling up next to her his bone was already on red alert, and he angled the upsticking staff right at her pussy. As Betty swung herself around and Cheri clamped her legs in her arms to give her friend '69", Bob slid the snout of his bone up flush with the saliva-lubed, and the cunt-juice-lubed lips of Cheri's twat. With a single burrowing stroke he sank his prick into Cheri, embedding it deep, feeling it stiffly lodged up into her guts, and then, as Betty and Cheri humped each other, taking full mouthfuls of each other's dripping twats, Bob began to stroke and to bang.
With each thrust Cheri grunted out her pleasure, her body jolted as his bone slammed deep, and the sensation was increased by the jabbing, torturous dodging of Betty's hard, wet tongue as it slapped and punished Cheri's clit. Betty spread the wet salmon lips of Cheri's pussy and chewed, sucked and chewed and licked, each impact of her tongue sending Cheri's pussy into tiny shivering fits, while Cheri cried out her pleasure into the muffling flesh folds of Betty's cunt.
At that rate it didn't take a hell of a long time until all three of them were hovering at the edge of their orgasms, pumping those last wild strokes, suspended in some timeless moment where the slashing joy of their cum waited to overtake them, to blow them apart with ecstasy.
Betty clamped down hard on Cheri's clit, vibrating the mound of her mons pubis with two fingers, then Cheri reached around to ram her index finger deep and to twiddle it in the far reaches of Betty's ass-hole like some tiny prick come to roost there. Bob bellowed with joy, his hands going wild, flailing, grasping, slapping Cheri's tits as his juice sprang forth sizzling out of his cock and splattered deep, splattered deliciously into Cheri's cunt, and as that burning juice sizzled into her own orgasm overtook her and she gasped and wailed and gargled her joy into her friend's wet, grasping pussy.