Ron saw Cleophas crawl onto the bed behind the slumbering girl, his leaking prick trailing a string of slime across the bedspread, and lie behind her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder softly, reverently, and then ran his fingertips slowly down her waist to the curve of her hip. Cherie stirred, rubbing her soft cheek on her arm where it lay, and, to Ron's dismay, stayed asleep. He had hoped she would awake, discover her visitor, and resist Cleophas' unsolicited attentions, but she remained solidly within the dream that seemed to be keeping a contented half-smile on her face.
Cleophas could not believe the soft perfection of her skin. She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Ron!" and stayed obligingly asleep. Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the pink nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers. His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks. She was divine, she smelled divine.
Pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Cleophas gently pushed his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he knew would bring him pleasure within a few moments. He found her anus, that tiny, puckered, hole with its pink halo, and he held her asscheeks apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm breath across it. And just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia. When he lifted her upper thigh, the moist, pink lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not refrain from running one of his thick, strong fingers directly through that opening and deeply into the warm, feminine channel beyond, feeling the tight, silky passage gripping him instinctively. He shuttled his finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, and the juices flowed and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically lifting her leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.
Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered Ron's name once again. Cleophas laughed to himself at the thought that in her dream she was making love to Ron while in reality it would be his, Cleophas', cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy. He began to stroke his mammoth penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge black prong like a tree's branch growing from his loins. Before Ron's horrified eyes the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole in the end blooming and oozing more clear, viscous liquid.
In the other room, Ron sprang up and dressed in desperation while the black man moved up behind the unsuspecting girl, who still hovered on the fringe of wakefulness. He lifted her upper leg and dropped it behind his hip, laying the broad, blunt tip of the gigantic shaft between the spread lips of her pussy.
In her dream, Cherie was in Ron's arms, trembling with excitement and love while he removed her clothes, his fingers searching out the moist recesses that brought her pleasure, sliding inside, his breath blowing across those sensitive spots, kissing her lovingly while she pressed her body against his nakedness as hard as she could. She was so in love and with Ron in a paradise of passion.
Ron dashed out into the hall, intending to go to Cherie's room and crash in on what was essentially an act of rape against a sleeping girl. And then he stopped. He saw Herb standing there in the hall talking seriously with Allison and showing no sign of being about to move. Ron didn't dare let the boss see him running up the stairs toward Cherie's room as it would draw attention and perhaps Cleophas and Cherie would be discovered in what would no doubt be a very incriminating circumstance for her, thus inviting Herb's vengeance. He stood a moment in feverish indecision and then slowly turned and went back to the room he had just left.
He found the scene advanced just a little, but at a critical juncture. Cherie's eyes were half-open and she was churning her hips in that familiar way of hers as the urgency of her feelings grew. Two of Cleophas' dark brown fingers were spreading her glistening, pink pussy lips apart and the shiny, bloated cockhead was pushing back and forth between those blossoming labia, threateningly, as the very tip sought the opening. Back and forth it slid on the film of his and her secretions, brushing across the tender, wet hole, searching for the precise point of entry, there, at the small slit between the puffy outer lips, her anus clenching spasmodically in anticipation, and then at last, suddenly, the broad, blunt tip of the cockhead caught there in that tiny pink loop of an opening, which reluctantly began to stretch, yielding to the inexorable male power of that massive shaft.
Cherie's eyes opened wide now in full consciousness and she smiled as she felt her grateful vagina opening to what she had dreamed and now thought was Ron's beloved penis, and she seemed to be looking straight at him, her lover of preference, when her mouth formed his name and he heard her say, "Oh, Ron, do it to me!"
Ron bit the back of his hand in dismay and then saw the great purple flaring head of Cleophas' cock pop inside her yielding cunthole and disappear into her delectable, delicate vagina. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she felt her girlish orifice stretched like never before, but the pressure of the spongy cockhead against the sensitive front wall of her cunt brought a moan of pleasure even as she felt the discomfort of the massive entry. Ron could see her pink labia part and her slit being obscenely split and spread by the huge, horse-like penis as the black scrotum, weighted with testicles larger than golf balls, came to rest on the inside of her lower thigh.
Cleophas flexed his hips and buttocks with a deep grunt and drove upward into Cherie's tight vagina. He caught his breath and then gave a groan as her snug, wet pussy walls slid sensuously over his cock's head, sending millions of needles of unbearable pleasure lancing from that sensitive knob into his loins, and her damp pubic hair brushed the length of the shaft as it followed the throbbing knob deep into her reluctantly yielding passage. Drawing back slightly, he drove into her again, a bit deeper this time, and then again and again and again, carefully, deliberately, a little deeper each time until nearly the entire ten inches was sheathed in her wet warmth with each stroke.
With each invading thrust, Cherie gave a tiny, breathy grunt of surprised pleasure. She had never done it in exactly this position and she could not deny that it felt strange, different, and, yes, very, very pleasant. She felt a huge invasion of her inner softness and because of how big the penis felt, it occurred to her that it was possibly not Ron's, much more probably Herb Melville's, so she bit her lip at the thought that she had uttered the name of her younger lover aloud.
Cleophas began fucking with long, smooth strokes that delved into the girl's fertile womb deeper than she had ever before been entered, then drew out out until the flanges of the corona caught at the rim of her vagina with a soft, liquid plop. And in again, feeling her muscles instinctively clamp down on the cock that was giving her more and more pleasure with every stroke, the head driving up and down the delicate channel like a loving piston, oiled by her own glands with each deep, probing stroke. The black man's powerful thighs surged against her spongy bottom, spreading the round cheeks, his bristly, coarse pubic hair pressing tightly into the cleft and tickling her tender asshole, driving her mad with excitement.