Cherie squirmed as two fingers now worked inside her pussy and the older girl's pinky finger slipped into her asshole. The younger girl's mind reeled at the thought of being loved like this by another person of her own sex. It was so wrong, yet so comfortably right-feeling. No aggressive, demanding opening of her body by a rough, self-centered male. No feeling of being exposed and degraded by a man. Vanessa felt like a sister, or a mother, to her, though if a mother, a very young one. It was the older woman's motherly treatment that had disarmed and relaxed Cherie, and now she felt no resentment or fear at being probed and felt and caressed. Vanessa's soft fingertip had found that certain joyful spot on the front wall of her vagina that no man had really properly found in the last four days, and Cherie squirmed and thrust her crotch against the other girl's hand. The two fingers in her cunt slithered wetly in and out while the smallest one tickled the sensitive inside surfaces of her rectum.
Oh, this was heaven, Cherie's emotions screamed through the haze of the drinks she had drunk.
Cleophas met Herb as the older man was going toward the stairs leading to Vanessa's room. Ron Wolter was standing nearby, having an after-work drink and wondering where Cherie had been hiding all that afternoon when she was expected to be taking notes and minutes at the meeting. He overheard a bit of the conversation between the boss and his black colleague, but it took him a while to digest it.
"What is Cherie doing up there with Vanessa?" Cleophas asked Herb suspiciously. "In fact, what is Vanessa doing here at all?"
Herb smiled smugly. "What do you mean, Clee?"
"I mean," said the big man, "that I've seen Vanessa operating before. I know what she does, and now I find Cherie, the youngest and most naive of all, up there in that bedroom with her. I know you're sweet on the little bitch, so why have you thrown her to the dogs? Literally."
Herb chuckled. "You want to find out, just come with me." And he walked ahead without waiting to see if his associate would follow. When they reached the top of the stairs, Herb walked on past Vanessa's door and to another one a few yards beyond it.
"It's this one," Cleophas corrected, but he saw Herb shake his head.
"This one," the Herb said, and Cleophas went into the next room with him.
Cleophas found himself in a dim room with a row of chairs lined up before what appeared to be a window looking into Vanessa's room, just a few feet from the bed.
"A two-way mirror!" Cleophas gasped. "You had it all set up from the beginning!" He looked around and saw a video camera pointed at the bed, already running and recording everything that was taking place on the bed. And there in the room were Vanessa and Cherie locked in a passionate embrace, the older girl's experienced fingers thrusting between the pink walls of the younger girl's tender, wet pussy.
"You see, Clee," Herb said. "I never expect a man to be any less than that, fuck what he can. When I was young, I fucked the boss' wife. And his daughter. I know what a man has to do. I'm a very fair man, you see. I understood that you wanted to fuck Cherie, because she's fuckable, and if you didn't want to fuck her, I wouldn't want to either. I'm a very fair and understanding man. But a woman has to be faithful, especially to me. If she fucks around, then I punish her, like Cherie's getting punished now, or soon will be. And I'm going to make sure she remembers her punishment. Of course, so will you, and you might not want her when her punishment is over." Herb gestured toward the camera. "She'll get one of the copies. Her mother will get another."
Cleophas stared at Herb, then turned as he heard Cherie's voice cry out with some deep-felt emotion. Vanessa's lovely face was buried between Cherie's uplifted thighs as the older girl attacked the tender, pink pussy with her tongue. In long, hungry swipes, the tongue travelled from the vermilion dimple of her anus to the twitching bud of her clitoris.
"Oh, Vanessa, pleeeeease!" Cherie moaned, impulsively spiraling her hips up to the other girl's face. "Oh, what are you doing? Please, mooooore!" And Vanessa obliged, her expert tongue driving away all thoughts of anything outside this room of pleasure and joy.
Over in the corner, Diablo awakened and raised his head, sniffing the air for the sweet aroma of Cherie's oozing, aroused pussy. The smell beckoned to him and his massive, red dog cock began sliding from its sheath, ready for action in the way Vanessa had taught him when he was just a bit more than a puppy.
Cherie turned her burning face to the side when she heard movement, saw Diablo pacing agitatedly in front of the mirror, his massive, scarlet penis hard and fully distended from its sheath, swinging tightly beneath him as he walked back and forth. His tongue was hanging out full length, swaying in synch with his cock. He looked very upset.
The innocent young girl jerked as she felt a bolt of electricity lance from her clitoris up into her womb and she forgot the dog and returned her attention to the other girl.
"Vanessa, oh my, Vanessa, you do it so good!" Cherie moaned, her belly tightening with the beginning spasms of an orgasm. Vanessa felt the muscles of Cherie's vibrating cunt tighten around the tongue she had thrust full-length inside the girl's hot pleasure-channel and the juices flowed out, coating her chin where it was pressed into the cleft of the girl's asscheeks. "Vanessa, you're so good!"
Vanessa sat up, stroking Cherie's thighs with both hands. "Yes, I'm good, 'cause I know what I'm doing, but I haven't got a cock, and I think that's really what you need." She gently palmed Cherie's tits and smiled. "But Diablo has a cock."
Cherie stared at her without comprehending. "What do you mean?"
Vanessa's eyes closed dreamily. "When all else fails, and men are only disgusting, Diablo is the best lover a girl could have. Now why don't you turn over and get up onto your hands and knees and get ready for the fucking of your life."
Cherie hesitated. "I don't understand," she said, shaking her head.
"Just do what I say, damn it," Vanessa said sharply. "Don't argue with me. Never, ever argue with me. See Diablo's teeth? If you don't do as I say immediately, we'll both be in trouble. Here, you must trust me."
Cherie, unwilling to incur the displeasure of someone she truly liked and trusted, hastened to obey, rolling over onto her hands and knees and presenting her round bottom cheeks to Vanessa's hungry eyes. The older girl moved behind her, parted her firm, globular buttocks, and went to work with her tongue from a different angle, and the younger girl was reminded of how Herb had done it to her in just this way and position. Cherie immediately relaxed and began moving her hips in sensuous circles. Her juices flowed freely, wetting her inner thighs and soaking the pubic hair Vanessa had already dampened with her saliva.
Diablo, very quietly, rose to all four feet and approached the bed expectantly.
Ron waited for Herb and Cleophas to come back down the stairs, but in vain. When they didn't reappear, he began to wonder what they were talking about in reference to Cherie. Herb still knew nothing about his hot lovemaking with Cherie in the storage room, so he was reluctant to show too much concern about her in front of the boss and Cleophas. He would never know that Cleophas had been watching him and Cherie that time in the closet when they had climbed the heights of ecstasy.
When he arrived at the door to Vanessa's room, he paused and listened. Yes, he could her Cherie's voice, purring in that unmistakable way she did when she was nearing her climax. So she was in there getting fucked silly again! he thought. But who was it, Herb or Cleophas? Or could it be both? He was about to ease the door open and find out when he saw another door, slightly ajar, just three yards beyond. He went toward it, and pushed it open.