The old man's hands on her tits added to the flames that consumed her, and having the cock in her mouth to bite gently and pressure added still more to her magnificent ride.
As they held her in the odd position, she felt the extreme, oozing madness of orgasm approach. She hugged the old man's hips to avoid falling into a voluptuous sea of complete sensuality from which she might never recover.
It stopped, right before the point of orgasm, when she was just about ready to explode into a thousand tiny stars of taken womanhood. She hung there, her lust lessening a bit. It still felt good, and yet she knew her orgasm would slip away from her, even with two lusty men driving cocks into her mouth and cunt. She stopped moving and her cunt seemed to expand and then narrow on Spider's prick in desperation. She gave a cry of hurt and defeat.
Oddly, her cessation of movement brought both men. Her teeth caught Foster's cock right on the richest nerve spot and then it slid on down partway into her throat. He gave a strangled gasp.
"Oh-my-God. Deep-throat-”
He leaned over and strained in delirious joy, pumping off hot sperm down her pink passage well past her choke point.
As the girl's body went passive after all the ball-bearing action of her hips, Spider fucked faster and creamed with a sudden upsurge of a major paroxysm.
"Aaaahhhh," he cried and gripped the sweet body. He burst deep into her cunt, seeding her as if she were his last fuck on earth. Shot after shot spumed out of his prick into the tightened cunt, while she jerked and mewled.
The office filled with snorts, whines and tender gasps of male relief as they flooded Cheryl. In desperation, not to be left out of it, she flashed on Abby's soft body twining under her, her pelvis grinding on the other girl's pelvis as she rocked to glory in female orgasm. That did it.
"Ahhhhh," she exclaimed, and her cunt obediently paralyzed her, and then came the luscious, orgasmic throbs as she spent out her tension in sobbing joy, jerking from time to time as she squeezed on Spider's cock and reveled in his lubricious discharge. It was a riotous ride of rapturous pleasure, and yet in the climactic moment she'd had to fall back on the tried and true vision of having girl sex to complete herself. She relaxed in the arms of the men with a disappointed sigh.
Afterwards the professor withdrew his softening cock, zipped up, and escaped to enjoy his after-sex euphoria with a few mumbled words of affection for Cheryl. She still resented having to suck off the old man and swallow all his jissum. She hadn't been able to breathe when he'd burst and the curious feeling of body-hot sperm spurted into her throat to run down to her stomach had been a kinky effect she wasn't sure she enjoyed. On the other hand, it delighted her to be able to reduce a majestic, famous father-figure like Richardson Foster to a humble and appreciative man just like any college cowboy.
Spider seemed wired up. As they dressed, he insisted on taking her to dinner. He said he wanted to talk about the figurine she wanted from him. Then she realized with further distress that her attempts to recover the Gypsy were not over. Instead of handing it to her, he wanted to go somewhere to talk about it, which meant either that he didn't have it, or had discovered its secret.
Double trouble and no solutions even after her mini^ orgy. Her spirits slumped into a further black depression…
It had been an exhausting afternoon for Abby, too. Tom Talbot was an aroused male who had chased Abby hotly and then fallen for Cheryl even more desperately. He would crowd Spider, his roommate, to get at Cheryl and probably cut her off from getting a chance to get the necklace back. Male loyalties were weird. Abby's job that afternoon was to block Tom while Cheryl made the run on Spider and she'd done it.
Now, back at the Delta Rho house, Abby dragged up to her room with the tissues between her legs chafing her. The tissue was to absorb as much as possible of a gallon of spunk Tom Talbot had squirted into her. Yes, it had come to that, in his room. Abby had to admit to herself that she'd been a little turned on by Tom's leech for her roommate. Suddenly he was more interesting to her. They'd had a hot time and now Tom was thoroughly confused. At first he'd chased Abby, but had had sex with Cheryl. Then he wanted to follow up on Cheryl, but this afternoon Abby came along and he was back at square one. He was, Abby decided, the kind of guy who fell deeply in love with the last woman who'd received his sperm. Well, she'd done her part today!
No sooner had she reached her room and undressed than her phone rang. Abby was one of the luckier, well-heeled sorority girls who could afford a private phone. When she heard the voice at the other end of the line, she almost died.
John Wallace. Cheryl's father-who'd just flown in from New York.
He explained that he was here at Brighton to attend one of his interminable alumni group meetings-but he didn't want Cheryl, his daughter, to know he was in town.
"Listen," said Abby. "Cheryl and I have gotten along fine and we're going to have-”
He cut her off.
"I haven't got much time, Abby. People will be in my motel room in a few minutes. I have to see you alone tonight. Later. Maybe around midnight.”
“I don't think… ”
"You come," said John Wallace. He gave her the name of the motel and the room number. "You'd better show up, Abby. I'm about to make a big stink about that necklace.”
With a sigh, she agreed to see him. It would be better this way. After all, Cheryl should have the necklace from Spider tonight and there were other reasons to see Cheryl's father alone before they wrapped the whole thing up. He might say, or hint, the wrong thing to Cheryl.
No sooner had she hung up than there was a quiet knock on her door and Scotty Blair, the rangy girl from Colorado, came in. Her eyes sparkled as she waved a box at Abby.
"Wait till you see what I've got here!" she cried.
Abby had thought her friendship with Scotty was over when she'd suggested that Scotty ream her behind with her tongue. But here was old Scott right back, and with the kind of look that told Abby she had sex on her mind. Abby, nude except for her panties, started to reach for a robe and then decided she probably wouldn't need it.
"What's in the box?" asked Abby, trying to perk up.
Scotty opened it to show her a device that looked like the power unit of a hand mixer for kitchen use. Then she held up a part that fitted into the main unit, shoved it home, hooked up the device, and turned it on.
"Vibrator!" exclaimed Scotty.
Abby leaned over to peer at it, puzzled. She'd never seen a vibrator that wasn't shaped like a cock. This one consisted of a rubber cup, concave, dotted with short rubber nipples. Scotty laughed happily and ran the humming device between her legs.
"Guaranteed to destroy any living cunt in the country," she said.
Abby wasn't much for vibrators, but Scotty had her full attention. "You just run that concave thing with the nipples over your box?" she squeaked. "Doesn't look like much from here.”
Scotty held it out. "Just give it a chance to prove itself, dear." Abby took the device, turned it on and off, and held it against her palm. The rubber disc which was the action part of the vibrator did not spin. It vibrated, and the disc was soft and flexible. The thick metal shaft that bore the disc locked into the power unit and transmitted the vibration.
"It even feels good on my hand," said Abby. She wasn't much for vibrators; most young women weren't. Still, she was less prejudiced than most girls, and always open to the whole range of sex activities and devices. Once a vibrator had saved her emotional life, back in Chicago. She'd been deeply in love with a young man who had rejected her and she vibrated herself to sleep for two weeks, until her body was so played out that she couldn't have related to any man for a while. It got her over her love-leech, was cheaper than marijuana, and kept her from mixing up with some bad cowboy on the rebound. That was all before Alien, of course.