Benjamin Royce - The spying stepdaughter

His soft murmurings in her ear, then against her ample tits, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. She could feel the growing hardness of him beneath her hands and felt such a strong urge to move down and take his cock in her mouth that she had to fight for control. She knew she had to wait for him to make the first move or it would cause trouble. That much she had learned.

When Randy continued working on her lips, her ears, her throat, her tits, but never going any lower, Cheri felt as if she had reached a small ledge on the face of a cliff and gotten stuck there. She couldn't go on up, but she found it impossible to let herself down. It was driving her out of her mind.

"Damn it, Randy!" The words found their own way out of her mouth between deep kisses. "Do something! Or let me do something!"

"I'm sorry, honey, I just can't seem to make myself do it. I want to eat your pussy so bad that I can taste it, but the thought keeps flashing on me about how many pricks have been there since we split."

"Damn it, Randy!" Cheri's breath was coming in such gasps she could barely get the words out. "It don't matter! You know I keep myself clean…"

"I just don't give a damn! It's just the thought of it! The thought that I don't know who…"

"You don't think I've thought about the cunts you've…"

"It doesn't matter as much to you," he said.

"Randy, what are you trying to do to me?"

"Fuck you!"

As Cheri felt her body rapidly cooling, leaving her feeling as if she had been pulled through a barbed wire fence, she found that she hated Randy more than she had ever hated anyone in her life.

"Damn you," she whispered. "Damn you straight to hell!"

Cheri looked Michelle straight in the eyes seeing something there more than sympathy. "I feel like I couldn't stand any man to even touch me. Or even look at me. But I also feel – I don't know."

With her eyes blinded by team, it came as a shock when Cheri felt soft, warm arms grabbing her, when she felt loving lips on her face, kissing and licking away the tears. The warmth of human contact, the ripples of delight racing through her body, all combined to push that ball of misery deep and away.

"Oh, Cheri," Michelle whispered. "I've wanted to suck your clit since the first time I saw you dance." The words, to Cheri's ears, were vulgar, harsh, but the way Michelle said them gave a sugar coating to them which sent warm pleasure through her entire body. "I just hoped that one day…"

The rest of her words were smothered against Cheri's soft right tit.

"Oh, damn, Michelle," Cheri moaned.

"Please!" Michelle's words were barely audible. "Let me!"

As the soft lips worked their way down her naked body, Cheri no longer even remembered where they were. The emotions and passions awakening in her nubile body took complete control of her. Her mind no longer functioned except as a receptacle for feelings – and the feelings were fantastic. The tongue on her inner thighs seemed to brand her with a hellish fire, while the dampness it left was incredibly cold. The fire building in her loins was almost enough to burn the bench on which she had slowly sat down. She was aching for the touch of something on her cunt-lips.

With the first brush of the soft, rough tongue across the hot, wet lips of her pussy, Cheri felt that she wasn't going to be able to enjoy this. She felt the fires banking inside her, ready to burst forth.

Michelle probed deeper and deeper. When the tip of her tongue found Cheri's swollen clit, all hell threatened to break loose inside her. When she felt the other girl's lips taking that same protruding center of pleasure between them, with her tongue still going crazy, Cheri knew she couldn't hold back.

Her body arching upward, Cheri gave in to the convulsions shaking her body, the rush of pure pleasure shaking her entire, world. It came in such a rush that she wanted it to hurry and end, but also hope it would go on forever.

"Damn, that was great!" Michelle's face was glistening with Cheri's cunt-juices, her face shining with pleasure. "Now, it's my turn!"

At the thought, Cheri felt herself freezing inside. She became very still.

"I don't think I can," she whispered. "Something just won't let me think about putting my mouth there."

"Look," Michelle said, obviously disappointed but not upset, "I know you've kissed guys after they've eaten your pussy."

"But it's not the same."

"It's exactly the same. In fact, there's no real difference to sucking a guy's prick. It's all sex."

"But, it's a woman's pussy!"

"And I can guarantee that you'll love it. I know I do."

Cheri felt the ice melting, but she still couldn't imagine herself licking and sucking on a cunt.

There was just something about it.

"Give it a try," Michelle said, looking very excited. "If you don't like it, you can stop. I promise that I won't blame you."

Though Cheri knew Michelle would be very disappointed if she stopped, Cheri decided that she would give it her best shot.

Michelle had her start by just kissing. Cheri could still taste her own cunt on the girl's lips, and that gave her a little more courage to work her way down. When she felt Michelle's tits swelling and warming beneath her tongue and inside her lips, she felt the heat melting the last of the interior ice away from her own crotch. As her lips and tongue worked their way down the smooth belly, pausing a moment to work the tip inside the navel, she realized that her taste buds were responding to the clean, salty taste of the girl's body. As she moved nearer the target, she began to smell the heady excitement of fuck-juice permeating every breath she took. By the time her lips touched the soft cunt-hair, the smell of hot sex was almost overpowering, promising a taste delight.

"Come on, baby!" Michelle's voice was hoarse, with excitement. "Do it! Stick your finger in! Lick it with your tongue!"

Cheri found that she was ready, though still slightly repulsed by what she was doing. When her finger fucked inside and Michelle's cunt muscles began gripping it, she felt such a surge of pleasure that she almost pushed her entire face inside. Her first lick was very tentative. Prepared to pull back if the taste was unpleasant, Cheri found it such a delicious taste that her mouth began screaming for more.

From the increase in heat and taste, she could tell that Michelle was climaxing. She began licking her hard clit. The fuck-juices were flowing, and Cheri tried to swallow them, only to discover that most of them continued to work on coating the inside of Michelle's pussy. Still, she managed to get enough fuck-juice in her mouth and down her throat to slack her thirst.

"Oh, hell, yes!" Michelle shrieked above the loud rock music out in the club. Cheri felt herself drowning in delicious fuck-juices as her cunt spasmed.

Soft lips on her cheek brought Cheri back to the present.

"Hello, Cheri, you really look great!" It was Michelle. "And good enough to eat!"

It was an unusual feeling for Cheri to have her face heat up and turn red, but Michelle's words, coming right at the end of her thoughts, brought a bright redness to her face.

"Hello, Michelle. You still dance as beautifully as always."

"I'd love to see you dance again," Michelle said. "And I just know the customers would enjoy hell out of it."

Cheri felt that old pull, the desire to be the center of attention, and to know that every man in the place wanted her. "Maybe later. Right now I just need to relax."

"Not again!" Michelle exclaimed. "Why don't I just take the rest of the day off and…"

"No, you can't afford to do that."

"Money be damned!" Michelle's dark hair danced as she shook her head. "Someone I care deeply about needs me. That's more important than money."