Chapter 1
"Hey, babe, how about it?" The guy in the blue convertible pumped his fist up and down in the air so Cherry could see the lewd gesture. She smiled and shook her head. She had higher standards than to get it on with a guy who didn't even slow down as he drove by.
Still, there was an ache between her slender thighs that wouldn't go away. Nothing had been right since she'd split with her boyfriend, Steve, nothing at all. She wasn't getting enough cock-and losing her job had not made life any better, either.
Cherry stopped in front of the Fancy Florist Shop and caught her reflection in the glass. She tossed her head, getting a glossy strand of midnight-black hair pushed into place.
"Not too bad," she said to herself, turning slightly and examining her figure. Big boobs, but not too big. More than a mouthful was a waste, Steve had always said. Slim waist and flaring hips. As she turned to see her profile, she thought her butt might be getting too big. Some guys really dug big asses, but Steve hadn't. Cherry ran her fingers over the tight fabric stretched over her firm rump.
"Just about right," she decided. "No, exactly right!" She smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles in her bright red skirt and went into the flower shop. Cherry stopped just inside the door and sucked in a deep breath.
Dozens of fragrances hit her all at once, and they were so nice. Roses and violets and green, growing plants. And other scents less recognizable and all incredible. Her tits lifted and fell as she tried to take everything in with one breath.
"Hey, Cherry, good to see you. Where you been keeping yourself?" came the cheerful greeting from behind the counter.
"Tiff!" Cherry rushed forward and caught her friend in a hug, their breasts mashing for a moment until Cherry released Tiffany. "I thought I remembered that you worked here. I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. Maybe we can have lunch."
Cherry bit her full lower lip, almost hoping her friend wouldn't be able to go. Cherry had less than ten dollars in her purse. Lunch anywhere more than a taco stand would bring her bank balance to zero.
"Aw, gee, you shoulda called," Tiffany said, leaning forward, elbows on the counter. The way Tiffany dressed would have been a crime in a less open-minded community. The blonde's heavy breasts threatened to spill out of her low-cut blouse. From the way the material stretched to the breaking point, Cherry saw her sexy friend wasn't wearing a bra. Hard points of penny-sized nipples pressed into the cloth.
The full-figured blonde came out from behind the counter. Cherry hadn't seen her in months, and if anything, she had gotten even more beautiful.
"I envy you so," Cherry said, heaving a sigh. "You were always so damned gorgeous. I remember the guys lined up in high school wanting to go out with you."
"You were no slouch, either. Didn't you go to the prom with someone on the wrestling team?"
"Paul, yeah," Cherry said, remembering. That had been more than two years ago. "I got over him when he went to college. That's when Steve and I moved in together."
"But?" prodded Tiffany. "You're not telling me something. You've split? Good riddance. You were too good for that prick."
Cherry remembered Steve's prick with fondness. Was he ever a cocksman! But he had taken a job in Seattle and had left nothing behind but a note. He hadn't even bothered to tell her good-bye in person.
"I lost my job, too. The company went belly up and put all of us on the street."
"No, Cherry, not on the street. If you were out there, you'd be rich by now. You are a sight for sore eyes." Tiffany glanced over her shoulder at a tall, well-built guy in the office, then said, "Come with me. I've got to make a delivery. We can talk. Will won't mind."
"Him? He's the owner?"
"Without him, there wouldn't be a Fancy Florist Shop." Tiffany took the dark-haired girl's arm and steered her out of the store. "I really like Will, but he gets weird sometimes."
"Weird how?"
"Come on. This is a special delivery, if you know what I mean." Tiffany winked one of her green eyes and then laughed. She slipped into a small car hardly larger than a grocery cart. Cherry followed, folding up her long legs as she got inside.
"I shouldn't complain, but couldn't you get anything bigger?" Cherry glanced into the back. The seat had been laid down and a flower arrangement set there through the rear hatch.
"I don't need a mattress back there. I can usually find some other place to get it on," Tiffany assured her.
"You always were creative," Cherry said, brushing back her hair as the wind coming through the open window caught it and sent the midnight-black banner fluttering.
"You were pretty imaginative yourself. Remember the time you and Paul fucked your brains out in the locker room just before half-time at the homecoming game? How you almost got caught when the team came running in? If they'd caught you, you would have had to pull a train as long as the entire team!" Tiffany laughed at this, and Cherry had to smile. When she had been in high school, she'd never thought anything was very good. Now that she'd been out on her own for a couple years, things looked different.
The sex had been good, and there were no real responsibilities then. Now she had to find a job or she'd get mighty hungry soon. And since Steve had moved on, she hadn't been getting laid much.
Truth was, she wasn't getting laid at all.
Cherry shook her head in disgust. She was hornier than hell. It had been almost two weeks since she'd felt a man's long dick slipping deep into her and giving her incredible pleasure.
"There, there it is," Tiffany said, jerking the wheel and sending the small car into a four-wheel drift on the pavement. She corrected and shot into the driveway. "You'll really like Frank. Get the plant, will you?" Tiffany popped from the car and tugged at her blouse so more of her abundant tit flesh threatened to spill out. She gave a seductive wiggle and started for the door of the modest house.
Cherry frowned. She didn't know what was going on, but she remembered one thing from school. Life around Tiffany had never been dull. Lugging the plant, she followed. Tiffany flashed her a bright smile, then pressed the doorbell. Chimes sang somewhere deep in the house, and the door opened almost immediately.
Cherry's dark eyebrows arched when she saw the stud standing there. His broad shoulders almost filled the doorway-and she could see perfectly how well-muscled he was. Frank wasn't wearing a shirt. She eyed the ridges turning his belly into a washboard and felt herself getting wet wondering what was hidden away under his tight jeans.
"Hey, Frank, how are you doing?" Tiffany asked cheerfully. "This is my friend, Cherry. Hope you don't mind if she tags along."
"No, not at all." The way Frank eyed her made Cherry's pussy churn even more. She nervously rubbed her sweaty hand along one curvy ass cheek as she wondered what she was getting into.
Or what might be getting into her.
"Please, this way." Frank ushered them into the house. There was nothing special about the narrow hall or the rooms Cherry saw, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she came to the living room. Everywhere she looked grew potted plants.
"You must have quite a green thumb," Cherry said.
"No, Cherry, he doesn't," Tiffany said. "What he's got is even better." Tiffany sidled closer to Frank and pressed against the bulging crotch. Her nimble fingers ran the zipper down and a purple-knobbed dick jumped out. Tiffany quickly circled it with her fingers and began stroking up and down. Frank sighed in pleasure and moved to brace himself against a table.
If the man's legs turned weak, so did Cherry's when she saw Tiffany go down on the man. The blonde's mouth opened into a perfectly shaped O that closed over the tip of Frank's cock. She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow.
Frank laced his fingers in Tiffany's blonde curls and pulled her closer to his crotch so his prick vanished into her eager mouth. Then his hips began moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He face-fucked her so fast and hard that Tiffany had to reach around and grab the man's tight ass cheeks to keep from being forced away.
Cherry swallowed hard and backed off. She hadn't known Tiffany was coming to visit her boyfriend and felt guilty about watching them. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the way the hard, thick pink shaft vanished into her friend's mouth and then slowly reappeared. Frank's love shaft emerged glistening with the blonde's spit, greased and ready to rush back into her hot, sucking mouth.
Forcing her eyes away from the sexy sight, Cherry tried to think of something else. Maybe she could wait in the car or do something in the kitchen. She made her way through the jungle of plants. If Frank wasn't a gardener, he must spend all his money buying plants. A tiny smile danced on Cherry's lips. She knew why, if Tiffany always gave him such special service.
"Hey, Cherry, where you going?" came Tiffany's loud call.
"Nowhere, Tiff. Just looking around," Cherry said. She wasn't sure what made her most uptight. Seeing her friend giving head like that or what it did to her. Cherry rubbed over her crotch and moaned softly. She ought to find the bathroom and get herself off.
"Then get back here. This is no time to water the plants. We've got things to deliver!"
Cherry reluctantly went back into the living room that looked more like a jungle and peered through the leaves. She caught her breath. Tiffany and Frank had switched places. The blonde perched on the edge of the table, her well-fleshed thighs spread wide to show the man her platinum-furred muff. There was no question that Tiffany was a natural blonde.
The man shoved his face into that tangled nest of pubic hair and lapped noisily. Cherry saw how his tongue snaked out and raked the entire length of the woman's pussy lips. Then his darting oral digit plunged deep into her cunt.
Tiffany went wild with desire. She leaned back and tossed her head like a frisky filly. Her legs curled up, and she put her feet on the man's bare shoulders so he could better swipe at her and stuff his tongue all the way up into her heated interior.
Cherry licked her lips as she watched. She hadn't sucked on a guy's pecker in too long or been eaten out the way Tiffany was. Almost as if someone else controlled her, Cherry took a step into the living room. And then another and another.
The lewd slurping sounds turned her on in a big way. Frank's face was buried completely in blonde pussy mound. The way he knelt caused his balls to dangle where a lithe young woman might reach them if she laid on her back and scooted along the floor.
Cherry did just that. She snaked forward and reached up to lightly touch the man's pendulous balls. She pulled back when they tumbled about in their hairy little pouch and tightened. Then the sight of the long, hard love missile thrusting upward from his groin got to her. She pulled herself off the floor and applied her mouth to the spot where Tiffany's tongue had been just minutes before.
"That's the way, Cherry, that's the way!" crowed Tiffany. "What a team we make!" Then the blonde sobbed out in passion as Frank's tongue drove far into her and rummaged around, touching hidden spots and turning her into a quivering blob of pure ecstasy.
Cherry saw her friend's legs kicking out on either side of Frank's head and knew orgasm had seized the blonde. But she wanted something out of this, too. The feel of a man's meat in her hand again thrilled her. It had been too long for her.
She fastened her lips on the tip of Frank's dong and lightly licked, her tongue touching the hole at the end. Then she swirled her pink oral organ around, tasting essence of man and working her lips tighter and tighter. The cock bucked and throbbed under her tongue.
She stroked the hairy sac containing his balls. When they quivered and churned, she knew he wasn't far off from a big cum. And neither was she. As much as Cherry hated to admit it, just sucking on Frank's thick log was getting her off.
She felt cheated even as she knew her own passion rose to the breaking point.
Cherry stroked and teased with one hand on Frank's balls and sucked for all she was worth. The rubbery tip of his dork bounced off the roof of her mouth and then surged into her throat. She fought to keep from gagging. Relaxing, she took him easily-and she reached down to hike up her tight skirt.
Working her free hand under her skirt let her press hard into her needy cunt lips. She couldn't get her panties off and she wanted to. The cotton was drenched as she creamed, but the slickness let her stroke over her hidden mound. Lightning bolts of desire lanced into her.
"More, suck harder," gasped out Frank. "I'm ready to cum. What a mouth you have on you!"
"Hey, stop talking and start eating," complained Tiffany. "My poor little fur pie needs your mouth all over it!"
Frank mumbled something around the blonde pussy mound as he went back to giving Tiffany what she wanted most.
Cherry was in no position to say much. She reached up from between the man's legs and bobbed her head back and forth to face fuck herself at the same time she fingered her own cunny.
The hard rod in her mouth turned even harder, then began shaking. She ran her tongue across the sensitive underside and pulled back just as Frank exploded. Cherry squeezed his balls and coaxed even more from him. Hot, white semen arched through the air and landed on the rug. Nobody noticed. Frank still ate out Tiffany, who was cumming again. And Cherry sank to the floor, her fingers bringing her to the point of no return.
From on her back, she looked up and saw the long cock spewing forth its white-hot load and past that, the man's tongue slamming fast into Tiffany's blonde-rimmed vaj. Cherry closed her blue eyes and concentrated on fingering herself to orgasm.
It took only seconds for the familiar delight to shake her all over like a leaf in a high wind. But it was over too fast. She wanted more.
She had to have more! She wanted some of Frank's cock. Hell, she wanted all of Frank's cock!
"Get decent, Cherry," Tiffany said, pulling her skirt down chastely. "We've got other deliveries to make, and Frank's a busy guy."
"Yeah, how else can I earn the money to have you make deliveries like that?"
Tiffany kissed him quickly and guided Cherry to the door.
"Wow, that was really something," Cherry said, aroused and disappointed at the same time. She had gotten off, but she wanted more. Lots more.
"I told you working at the Fancy Florist Shop was a great job. Hey, you said you're on the prowl for another job. Why don't you ask Will if there's anything he can do for you?"
"I'm sure there's something he can do," Cherry said, remembering the shop's tall, muscular owner. He was a real stud. "The question is, can I get a job out of it?"
"Give it a try, won't you? I'm working myself to the bone and need some help."
"Looks to me like you're working yourself onto a boner," laughed Cherry. But she was already getting hot at the idea of taking some of her friend's deliveries-if Frank was among them.