Chapter 4
Long. Hard. Cherry ran her fingers along the shaft and felt the vibrant juices pulsing within. She closed her eyes and stroked faster, harder, harder. Then the green flower stem broke in two and sap oozed over her fingers. Her eyes shot open, and she realized she had been daydreaming.
How she wished Will would get back from his too-long convention trip. It had been three days since he had left, and she missed him, though she and Hank got it on now and then. She loved the feel of the guy's enormous pecker as it entered her. And once Hank started fucking, she forgot everything else around her.
Her tight, clinging cunt would collapse entirely around his fuck stuck, and then she would cum. And that would be it. Hank, for all his strength from working out with weights, didn't have much stamina. Cherry wanted a guy who could keep up with her.
All night long. And maybe through the next day. She closed her bright blue eyes again, thinking what it would be like feeling a huge prick moving between her slender thighs, working higher, poking between her ass cheeks and then tapping at her back door.
Or what it might be like if she lifted her legs high in the air and hooked them over a stud's shoulders. That would open her pussy for deep, deep fucking.
"Excuse me, you do work here?"
Cherry shook herself. She had been getting all hot and wet in the cunny just thinking about having sex. And she had let a customer come into the shop and wander around unseen.
"Sorry, I was, uh, I was-"
"Daydreaming," the man said, but there was no contempt in his voice for such laziness. If anything, the slight smile curling his lips hinted at a conspirator in the daydreaming department.
Cherry blinked when she got a really good look at him. Taller than she was by a head, he was in his early twenties and a sharp dresser. Cherry thought Will was handsome-and his cock was a real prize-but this guy might have taken attention away from an entire line of male strippers.
Hank's shoulders were broad. This guy's weren't anywhere near as massive, but he carried himself with an air of confidence Cherry found appealing. When he reached out to touch her arm, she saw hands large enough to engulf either of her tits completely.
Or both. At the same time.
She shuddered lightly and tried to push such erotic thoughts away. The Fancy Florist Shop was a business, and she had no call thinking about customers the way she was with this guy.
"How can I help you?" she asked, knowing what she wanted him to say. And Cherry would gladly hike her short skirt, pull down her panties and let him do whatever he wanted. Right there on the counter, not ten feet from the door and dozens of people passing by outside.
She shivered again at the titillating thoughts she was having today. Fucking where people could see. The idea turned her on. But then everything was getting her hot today. Simply standing around and daydreaming was turning her cunt into a juiced-up swamp of desire.
"Are you all right?" he asked. His voice was deep, baritone. It rang in her ears like some faraway forgotten love song. Or a song of lust.
"Fine. Not been myself lately. Personal stuff."
"I think he was a complete idiot."
"What?" Cherry's eyes shot wide open in total astonishment. "Steve? How'd you know I broke up with him? Do you know him?"
"I don't know this Steve, but from the way you were mooning around, it had to be a guy who broke your heart."
"Mooning around?" laughed Cherry. She felt suddenly impish. What could she possibly lose? The job didn't pay much, and the boss was out of town. "You mean like this?"
Cherry turned and hiked her skirt. She tugged down the edge of her shocking-pink panties just enough to let the guy see the deep crevice between her ass cheeks. Then she turned around and let her skirt fall back into place. The dark-haired woman smiled sweetly, as if she hadn't done such an impulsive thing.
Somehow, it felt good to let her inhibitions go-
The moment of shock on the man's face passed like a cloud leaving the sun. He beamed back at her.
"I'm beginning to like this shop. Might do all my buying here."
"We aim to please." Cherry felt herself blushing. She wasn't usually like this, but being around Tiffany and her unbridled sexuality had caused hidden seeds within
Cherry to blossom. She was becoming as wild as her sexy blonde friend.
"That ought to be my line," the man said. "I came in to get a bouquet for a sick friend. Nothing too imagine, but nice. You know?"
"I do," Cherry said. She came out from behind the counter and went to a display rack. Her eyes scanned the potted plants and dried arrangements.
"This sick friend of yours. Is it your girlfriend?"
"Does it matter?" She felt the man coming in behind her. His hands circled her trim waist, then stroked down over the slight dome of her belly. Cherry started to protest, to warn him some other customer might see. There were no other customers. Or Hank. He was in the back room, but Cherry had looked in on him and he was zonked out on a cot.
He had been up all night studying, he had said, and then she had worn him to a frazzle fucking his brains out. Hank wouldn't intrude now.
The man's fingers curled and drew up the front of her skirt. Cherry leaned back, her weight against him. He was strong and tall and supported her easily. Her skirt snaked up her thighs and finally stopped above her waist. The man's strong fingers pressed into her gooey snatch, wiggling and stroking over the pussy mound hidden under her panties.
"Don't start anything you can't finish," she warned.
"I can deliver. Do you?" he asked.
His hips began rotating, small suggestive movements of his crotch against her buttocks. She imagined his prick jumping forth, long and ready to sink into her cooze, fucking her for all he was worth.
"I can deliver, as long as yours isn't the speediest in town," Cherry said, turning her face up to his, looking over her shoulder. He smiled and Cherry knew she was lost. His left hand continued to stroke and squeeze her pussy mound while his other worked up under her white cotton blouse.
She almost lost control when his hand cupped her left breast. Catching a nipple between thumb and forefinger, he began tweaking the little pebble of flesh until it popped up hard and pointy. His palm pressed firmly into the tender flesh underneath. When he began rotating the entire tit, Cherry thought she would go crazy with lust.
"Take me, here, now," she whispered in a sex-husky voice. She didn't care about anyone seeing. If anything, it might give the people out on the street more reason to look in the windows.
Cherry felt his hand tugging at her sopping wet silk panties. He pulled them over her curvy ass cheeks and then down to her thighs.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she whispered.
"You're all naked and ready for me... here," he said. His middle finger drove far up into her twat. Cherry gasped as he began finger-fucking her cunt. "But there ought to be something more inside you."
"Yes, yes, I want your dick. Shove it all the way up me!" Cherry moaned.
His strong arm circled her waist and lifted her off her feet. Spinning around, Cherry lost her balance. When he fell forward, she landed on the floor on her hands and knees. He dropped down behind her, his prick pressing hotly between the thick slabs of her buttocks.
Cherry felt his pecker probe against her tightly clenched ass-hole, but this wasn't his target. She sank down so her head rested on her crossed hands on the floor, her butt jutting up in the air.
"There," he moaned. "My tool found the spot it wants to drill most!"
The knobby end of his dick rubbed seductively along the wet gash formed by her cunt lips. The man's hips began swinging back and forth, slowly, powerfully. But it wasn't enough for Cherry. She had to have more.
She had to have him inside her.
She reached between her spread legs and rubbed her fingertips over the hairy sac dangling down. She felt his balls churning inside. When he didn't immediately get his prick into her twat, she gripped hard.
"Don't," he cried. "I don't want to cum like that."
"Then get into it," she sobbed. She was at the breaking point sexually. His hand continued to massage and tweak and arouse her tits. His other hand circled her waist to hold her close. But he also diddled her clit.
Every light flick he gave her love button sent electric tremors racing through her wanton young body. But it was the feel of his cock slipping back and forth, getting slick from her love oils leaking from deep within her, that excited Cherry most.
She grabbed that long stalk and maneuvered it to the spot where she most wanted it. Cherry groaned with pleasure as the man's pecker slid far into her body. She surrounded his cock, gripped it with her strong inner muscles, worked on milking him of every pearly drop of cum.
"How do you do that? Never felt a woman around me who could make me feel like this. It's great," the man shouted. And then he began ramming hard into her from the rear, his cock vanishing far up her cunt.
"Don't talk, fuck!" she ordered.
"You asked for it," he grated out between clenched teeth. It took all his will power to keep from spilling his load like some young man getting his first piece of ass. But Cherry was everything a man could want-more! She stroked over his balls, teased them, bounced them around until the skin tightened into a painful knot.
The easy, rhythmic fucking he had begun turned ragged and fitful as both their passions mounted. Cherry thought she might be burned up inside by his fast-moving piston of carnal flesh. His cock seared her most tender flesh even as his finger touched her clit.
He flicked his finger over the slippery button until the lightest touch was enough to send Cherry into sexual orbit. She shoved her butt back into the curve of his body, trying to take as much of his pecker into her as possible. This and the way he fondled her tits and pressed into her love bud set her off.
"Aieee!" she shrieked. Her entire body shook like a leaf caught in a hurricane. He kept fucking her doggy-style, and she couldn't get enough of it. Her body screamed for more. And so did her words.
"Don't stop, don't ever stop," she pleaded. "I want this to last forever. I never felt this hot before, so horny, so full of a man's dick!" Cherry panted like a bitch in heat as she felt his upper thighs pressing hotly against her naked rump. The lewd sucking sound of his cock entering and leaving her cunt was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.
"More, faster, faster," she wailed.
"That somebody coming into the store?" he asked. He straightened and peered over the counter.
"No, you idiot, it's me cumming!" New orgasm seized control of the young woman and shook her. She felt the hot rush of blood through her breasts and into her shoulders.
And still he kept fucking. She didn't care if everyone in the city saw them. Hell, she wanted videos of this!
"Can't go on much longer. Feels like a milking machine on my dork. Tight. Hot. Squeezing down all around me. What a fuck-able pussy you've got!"
A third orgasm blasted through Cherry just as the man's pecker erupted. He tried to split her apart with his fleshy prod, but she was up to taking him. Every last inch of his prick, she took up her cooze.
Slumping forward, ass still poking up in the air, Cherry simply lay panting for a moment. His fucking had completely drained her emotionally. This was the kind of release she sought with Hank, but didn't find. Hank was an okay cocksman, but she wanted only the best.
Cherry rolled onto her side and saw the man was already on his feet, tucking his flaccid cock away in his pants. He grinned like a cat seeing a bowl of cream.
"You're really something."
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, her fingers stroking over the sweat and cunt-juice matted fleece of her pussy mound. She still tingled from the fucking he had given her. And she thought she might keep this sexy glow for quite a while.
Cherry was right. It lasted until closing, when Hank was ready for action again.