Chapter 14
"There won't ever be anything like it again," Cherry said, sighing deeply. She perched on the edge of the counter in the flower shop, staring outside and wondering what Garth was doing now.
"Don't get too hung up on that stud," Tiffany warned. "You were a diversion for him, nothing more. As horny as he is, he's probably found somebody else by now. Maybe two or three more."
"I know. But maybe he'll throw another party sometime. I could handle that." Cherry had no claim on Garth, but she had come to realize she didn't want one. He had set her on fire. Now it was time to find others who could broaden her sexual horizons just as Garth had done.
It still didn't stop her from missing him and his expert cocksmanship.
Tiffany laughed. The blonde came around and put her hand on Cherry's shoulder. "I heard the stories about you and Garth-and Garth's sister. I never saw her, but she was quite a looker from what I heard."
"Emma? She certainly was. Do you think she and Garth get it on?"
Tiffany shook her head. Strands of long honey blonde hair flew in all directions.
"I don't think so. For all their fucking around, they seemed pretty straight people to me."
Cherry shivered, remembering how Garth had come to her in the bedroom dressed only in the black mask and wearing a whacking big hard-on. Emma and Garth might not get it on with one another, but they didn't mind sharing. The fucking she had gotten, both cock and tongue, from them in the grotto showed that.
"After all," Tiffany went on, her voice lower than before, "I think Emma and Will were going at it hot and heavy."
"Why do you think that?" Cherry almost laughed. She knew they had fucked their brains out. She had watched and even considered joining in. The sight of Emma, her firm high breasts bobbing slightly as she rose and dropped on Will's prick seemed more real than some of the things that had happened to her.
"Just a feeling. Hey, that grin on your face.
What do you know?"
Cherry spilled all she had seen.
"So Will and Emma did enjoy each other's charms. I have to admit Emma was everywhere, though I never saw her. People all over the party were talking. That mouth of hers must have been something really special." Tiffany jumped to the counter beside her friend.
"I saw you and that stud from the caterer's, too. I wanted to join you, but you didn't look as if you'd appreciate it." Cherry was feeling a little depressed now. Talking about all the fun they'd had at the party reminded her the party was over, and her pussy was calling out for more action.
"I would never have noticed," Tiffany admitted. "His cock pulled me away from this world and put me into orbit. It was about the best screwing I've had in a long time."
"What's Will up to?" Cherry glanced over her shoulder. Their boss had a phone growing in his ear. He talked almost constantly now.
"The party set the tone for the business, I guess. We're getting orders out the wazoo. Which reminds me. Here, take this one."
"What? No, Tiff, I don't want to. Maybe if it had been Frank-"
"No way. Frank's all mine. Frank and his potted plants. He's always good for a big cum, I say. And he's mine. You take this one. It'll be good for what ails you."
"You're kidding," Cherry said, reading the full address. "This is a funeral parlor. There's nothing but dead people there."
"Ask for Michael."
"I ask for Michael and you get Frank. It's not fair."
"Trust me," Tiffany said. "You won't go wrong."
"Trust me', " mimicked Cherry. "That's another way of saying 'fuck you', isn't it?"
"What's so bad about that?" The blonde smiled brightly and jumped down, picking up a potted plant from a nearby table. She flashed Cherry a radiant smile and went out the back way. Cherry saw Hank working in the back room, and Will still talked on the phone.
No action-likely here. Cherry sighed and looked at the address again.
"A funeral parlor," she grumbled. "Better get it over with, then I can find some real action."
As she drove to the funeral parlor, Cherry's thoughts kept drifting back to Garth. It would take a long time to get over him, she knew. Maybe it was okay to want more of him, but Cherry realized Tiffany was right. It wasn't-likely to happen.
Garth had moved on, as had his sister and the doctors and even the best man, bride and groom at the wedding that had set her on this road to complete sexual pleasure.
"If I'm so pleased with all that's happened to me, why do I feel like a complete idiot right now?" she wondered aloud. Cherry wheeled into the parking lot of the funeral parlor and backed up to unload the truck. She had several floral displays, all saying Rest In Peace spelled out in white flowers.
"Bummer," she said, knowing she would find only dead people here. And creepy employees smelling of embalming fluid.
She pressed a button below an intercom. "Fancy Florist Shop delivery. I'm supposed to ask for Michael."
"That's me. I'll buzz you in."
A few seconds later, the door lock hummed and Cherry was able to open it. She propped it open and began moving in her flowers. An invoice needed to be signed, then she could be on her way. But Michael was nowhere to be seen.
Hesitantly wandering through the funeral parlor, Cherry made her way to the main viewing room. A man bent over a coffin. She tried to keep from saying anything tacky.
"Excuse me. Are you Michael?"
The young man turned and smiled, and it was as if the sun had come out, shining down on him. Cherry wasn't sure exactly what she had expected, but this wasn't it. Michael had the broad shoulders of a football player and a trim waist. She stared at his crotch.
The bulge there wasn't stirring. It was simply that big all the time. She found herself wondering what it would be like if Michael got excited.
Cherry started thinking getting him excited might be more than a little interesting. Just looking at his handsome face turned her on in a big way.
"You must be Cherry," he said. "Tiff called and said you would be making the delivery today. She usually comes, you know."
"She always cums," Cherry heard herself saying. And she actually blushed when she realized what she had said.
Michael put her at ease with his easy laugh. "I'm not what most people think of when they come to a mortician. Fact is, I don't work in the back room at all. That's my uncle's domain. I handle public relations."
"I'm sure you handle people well," she said, blushing again. Everything she said had two meanings.
"I do my best," he said, taking the invoice from her. He scribbled his name at the bottom. Cherry hardly glanced at it. What caught her attention now was the stirring at his groin. The sleeping snake there grew into a full-sized python.
"Do you have any spare time?" Cherry asked. "I would like to look around here. I have never been in a funeral parlor before."
"This is the top of the line," Michael said, his arm going around her shoulders and guiding toward the open coffin. Cherry cringed until she saw it was empty. The satin interior looked downright comfortable. And a small pillow at the far end would prop up a head. Even hers.
Cherry stood for a moment, staring into the coffin. Then she realized the tingling up and down her spine came from Michael's hands slowly exploring her body. She closed her eyes and leaned back. His strong body supported her.
His hands circled her body and cupped her tits. Squeezing gently, he began stimulating her. Nipples popping erect, she sighed as he massaged them through the fabric of her blouse.
"I like women who don't wear unnecessary clothing," he said softly in her ear. Then his tongue wiggled into her ear, circled her ear lobe and worked lower. He kissed her throat while he opened the buttons on her blouse.
Then his mouth closed on her right tit. He sucked hard, bringing even more blood into the white mound of tit flesh. As he suckled, his hands worked lower, finding her naked legs. Those knowing fingers slipped upward until they brushed over her panty-clad crotch.
"Too much clothing," he decided.
"I can get out of them. For you, I will," she promised. But Cherry was fixed to the spot. His mouth held her at the breast and his body pinned her against the coffin.
His fingers worried off her panties. She kicked free of them and her shoes. Turning slowly in the circle of his arms, she kissed him hard. He returned the kiss with real ardor. Cherry found herself responding more and more to Michael's overtures.
His finger slid up and down the crease between her pussy lips and when it was slickened with her inner oils, he thrust it into her.
Cherry gasped and leaned back. She lifted one leg and tried to curl it around the man's waist. She needed to get him free of his pants, to feel his dick working against her cunt lips-and beyond.
To her surprise, he picked her up easily and propped her butt on the edge of the coffin. She looked down at him and saw what he wanted to do.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly. Then
Cherry decided she had nothing to lose and everything to gain. It was something she had never done before-and Michael was a real stud.
"I can offer you real solace," he said, drawing down his zipper slowly. From his fly snapped a huge pecker. The eight inches of throbbing love muscle was more than enough for Cherry. But she needed it where it would do her-and him-the most good.
She dropped back in the coffin, her head on the pillow. The satin interior felt slick and cool on her hot flesh. Wiggling around a little, she dangled one leg over the edge of the coffin in wanton invitation. This opened her pussy wide to the man.
If he wanted to follow her.
Cherry knew he did when she saw him pull a rubber from his pocket and slip it onto his huge organ. Then he climbed up and got his knees into the coffin between her legs.
"Don't be too long," she said. "I might not wait for you before I start!" Cherry's hands cupped her own tits and pulled hard, forcing blood into the pebbly points. Then she stroked over her belly and moved lower, through the dark-furred thatch of her snatch. A finger curled around the tingly bud of her clitoris rising from the folds of her cunt lips.
Michael watched with avid attention. His breath quickened and his cock jerked higher, harder. Bending forward, his lips brushed over her nipples. A quick lick. A nip. Suction on one and wetness on the other. He worked back and forth between the snowy-flesh mounds until Cherry was gasping with desire for him.
"I need you. I need you inside me." She reached out for his meaty battering ram and tugged him forward. More than anything else, she wanted him banging away at her.
Michael worked forward and lowered his body. She caught at his pecker and pulled hard on it. When she felt it skim along her trembling sex lips, she almost came. Cherry hadn't realized she was so turned on. Michael exuded animal magnetism. Sex with him became more and more important to her.
She wanted his cock-and she would have it!
"Get your leg back into the coffin," he ordered. His hand ran along her dangling leg and hoisted it up. She wondered at this, but obeyed. He had done this before, she guessed. And he wouldn't disappoint her.
Legs together in the coffin, Cherry lifted her butt off the cool satin interior when Michael ran his hands under her. He pulled apart her ass cheeks and made her rise even more.
Then he burrowed in past the furry thatch of her beaver and into her pleasure pouch. His cock filled her cunt to overflowing. With her legs tightly together, she experienced a rush like nothing she had ever experienced.
"I always fucked with my legs apart so the guy could get in. This...this is super!" she cried. She stroked through his hair, and her hands ran over his shoulders and back as he fucked her.
His cock drove deep into her, then withdrew. By keeping her legs pressed tightly together, she was able to feel every wrinkle and bump of the man's dick. Tensing and relaxing her inner muscles, she gave as good as she got as he fucked in and out with increasing speed and power.
Every forward thrust lifted her ass off the satin. When he pulled out, an obscene sucking noise echoed through the room. And twist and turn as she might, she was held tightly inside the coffin.
The way she was held so tightly turned her on as much as the fucking she received from this expert lover. Michael's cock began flying. Every thrust sent a burning spear of desire into her body. And when he bent over to lick and kiss her globes of tit flesh, she shuddered as if she had a high fever.
"More, more, give me more," she begged.
His teeth began nipping at her tender boobs. Cherry rocked from side to side and once tried to lift her leg. He held her firmly in place. Cherry had to admit this was more exciting than fucking the way she usually did. She loved the feel of her legs on either side of a guy's body as he drove into her pussy.
Now, her legs were tightly clenched and still the cock found the right spot. The friction within her body mounted faster because of this. Or was it the place they fucked turned her on?
It didn't matter what ignited her passions. She vented a loud, long shriek of pure sexual appetite. Her lust knew no bounds. She gave herself over to the pleasure of a huge orgasm ripping her senses apart.
Michael grunted and pumped faster. Every stroke went ball-deep into her pussy. His pecker seemed to grow even more.
Grunting as he came, Michael continued to fuck her until his eight-inch pleasure spike went limp. He sagged forward and lay atop her, his head resting on her tits. Cherry stroked over his head.
"That was unbelievable," she said. "Absolutely super."
"I was inspired by your beauty," he said. "Never have I seen anyone so beautiful, so-"
"So alive?" she finished for him. Cherry was shocked that she would say anything like that. Michael took it as a joke and laughed.
With lithe grace, he vaulted from the coffin and helped her out. His hands lingered on her boobs, stroked over the smooth roundness of her buttocks, even dipped into her pussy for one quick last feel.
"When will you be on this route next?" Michael asked. "I want to be sure to be at work that day."
"I don't know, but I will definitely ask," Cherry said, getting back into her clothes. "You don't mind it that Tiffany won't deliver here?"
"No, you delivered just fine. I enjoyed it a lot more," he said. Michael bent over and picked up her panties. He ran his finger over the crotch where her fuck juices had soaked in. Smiling, he tucked them into his pocket. "Until next time," he said.
This made Cherry weak in the knees thinking about it. She gave him a quick kiss and left.
When she got into the truck and drove off, she let out a loud, "Whoopeee!" of glee. Tiffany had known exactly the right medicine to get her out of her blue funk.
And Michael was it.