Cherie heard the obese bulk on top of her groaning, flooding her cunt and she cried out in disappointment. She had been ready to come again! And he had left her halfway there. She pushed her hips sensuously against his flab, tried to bring back her rapidly-receding orgasm, but the man he passed out with excitement when he had drained his balls into her pussy. Panting, she lay pinned beneath his weight, unable to move him from her moist flesh, until something else rolled the big man away.
It was Tony, dressed only in his briefs, and handsome young man with a kind but lustful smile. Beside him was another man who looked as if he were an identical twin.
"Meet Mario, my brother," Tony said. "He's older than me by ten minutes."
Mario and Tony simultaneously slipped off their shorts and the latter used his to mop up the slimy, white goo that oozed from her raw, pink-lipped slit. She squirmed and moaned at the touch, and Tony and Mario picked her up and set her once again on the floor, lying down on either side of her, lightly stroking her sensitized body, sucking her big tits both at the same time while their fingers gently prodded and poked into her vagina and anus. Mario raised her leg and the tip of his big, swollen prick found her cunt and slid easily inside while his hands cupped her breasts from behind. She caught her breath and began pumping her ass back against him while her eyes locked with Tony's.
"Oh, Tony," she whispered. "Mario's making me feel so good. Feels so good inside me."
Tony kissed her deeply and pressed against her. "Think there's room in there for me?"
Cherie felt his swollen knob gliding across her clit, pushing into her vagina next to his brother's ramming shaft.
"Oh, no, not that way," Cherie groaned softly as she felt the cock's tip pop inside the tight ring and slide up inside to meet that of the other young man, two hard knots of male flesh together up inside her tender cunt, stretching her further than ever before. And then she knew that she could fuck anyone, any number of men, give pleasure and take it at the same time, freely. Oh, fuck me, Tony/Mario. Fuck me good and deep.
"Don't forget," Herb announced. "I want every man in the room to fuck Cherie before the night is out. Diablo too."
Cherie could only groan in delirious delight sandwiched in between the two handsome Italians as the party went on towards its debauched conclusion, with Cherie as the main focus of all the action. Before the party was over, every male in the house, including Diablo, enjoyed the delights of Cherie's luscious, fresh young pussy.
Cherie let herself carefully into the spacious apartment and looked around. The water was running in the bathroom and a man was humming to himself happily. Shyly, she walked into the bedroom and after a long hesitation, began to undress.
She would never get use to this, she told herself. But she had to do a good job for Herb. She had three people to care for now, and the responsibility sat heavily on her. She thought back to the orgy that she had participated in at the mansion in the mountains. She remembered it vividly, though it had been a year and a half ago. Cherie was nearly twenty-one now and still dreamed of medical school, but the dream seemed next to unattainable at the present.
She had gone back to her work and concentrated carefully. Herb ignored her, but continued signing her pay checks. She had begun seeing Ron regularly and a romance bloomed. Of course, they had to go to his home for sex; Cherie's mother never would countenance fornication, especially under her roof, but she and Ron were extremely happy for over a month.
Then she had discovered she was pregnant, something she could not hide from her mother for long. The shame had worsened her mother's condition and it had been a difficult remaining seven months for her, but Ron had stuck by her, secretly proud that he had been the one to father the child. He stayed closely by her until the birth, until he saw the baby and knew instantly, as she did, that the baby belonged to Cleophas. The shock had been too much for her mother, and Cherie had had to put her into psychiatric care, the bills for which were staggering.
Herb had advanced her the money, making her give her promise to repay him when she had recovered from the birth. She had done that well. Her body showed not the slightest sign of having gone through pregnancy and birth. She cared lovingly for the little girl and received frequent visits from Cleophas, who came once a week or so to see the baby, he said, but Cherie thought that it was more out of a desire to have wild sex with the baby's lovely young mother.
Ron, however, had left immediately after the birth, vanished, before she was even out of the hospital. The word had been that he was working overseas for the company and Cherie had agonized for months at not hearing from him. Until just last night.
Cherie, now beautifully and voluptuously naked, slipped into the cool sheets of the bed. The man, still humming, came out of the bathroom. He was naked, paunchy, thin of hair, and about sixty. His massive cock reared its head immediately he saw her face, but he continued humming as he got into the bed, uncovered her body and began playing with her nipples and warm hairy cunt.
Last night, Ron had called her and they had had a long talk. He was in Europe and would be returning in a few weeks. He had apologised for leaving her and said he wanted to make it up to her, to resume their relationship and think of a future. He could accept the baby, Marie Ann, and they would do their best to make things normal between them. And then she could concentrate on getting back on the track to medical school.
The humming old man was pushing his fingers carefully in and out of her moistening pussy and Cherie let her thighs open widely of their own volition. This was her assignment. Public relations, Herb called it. More like pubic relations. It was a financial necessity for her. And her body craved it; she had come to need regular sex and she supposed that these occasional business-related encounters would have to do. Cleophas was a fantastic lover, but he did not come to her often enough. Besides, she resented him, disliked him. He had caused all her problems and he came and went without a by-your-leave. Ron would soon be back with her and she would tell Cleophas – and that monstrous cock that stretched her poor tender cunt to the limits – to stay away.
Herb had brought a new, young secretary in to his office and was now living with her, and she was expecting a baby. That's the way he had wanted it to be with Cherie, he had told her at the end of the week in the mountains last year, but she had blown her chances when she had had sex with Cleophas. Cherie did not feel really sad about that. She decided that living with Herb would not really be to her liking on a personal level. For making love, yes, but for a one-to-one relationship, she preferred a younger man, most preferably Ron Wolter. Still, there was the week at the mansion in the mountains coming up next weekend…
The old hummer mounted her and she lifted her knees while he fumbled with his cock. She felt it stretch her enormously and sink inside her to an incredible depth and he stopped humming and began sighing. Cherie felt her vagina heating and secreting its natural, passionate juices, easing the way for the man's steadily ramming cock. It felt so good. It always did. Things would be normal for her soon when Ron came back to her, and maybe he, on his high salary and shares of the business, would help her and she wouldn't need to do this job for Herb just to keep her life together.
Maybe not.
A sheen of sweat broke out over Cherie's perfect skin and she looked up at the old man's craggy, wrinkled face. His cock was huge and she soon forgot about the three warts on it; they heightened her pleasure as the abnormally-shaped knob rammed up and back in her sizzling, tight vagina. And suddenly, Cherie felt a deep, passionate love for this old man whose name she could not remember, like the flash of love she felt for all the scores of men who had fucked her since she had gone back to work for Herb – when they gave her these incredible orgasms. She writhed and squirmed with passion, thrusting her hips up at him, fucking and being fucked by this nameless man, her body tingling and screaming for release, a release she felt coming even as this old man was coming, inside her, flooding her hot cunt, now. Now. Now! Now!
Cherie arched her back, her legs lifting her skewered loins high off the mattress, his saggy scrotum and huge balls flopping again and again between her parted asscheeks. Cherie's voice rose, groaning out her pleasure as she felt his cum flooding into her in a white, sticky flow, coming now.
Coming now!