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CHAPTER EIGHT

"My last roommate could never make me come like you did this afternoon!" Sherry laughed. She sipped at a cup of coffee, her dark eyes following Wendy iron clothes. Sherry was wearing a red silk robe that went only to her knees and would occasionally spread her thighs indecently and reveal to Wendy the dark shadow of her bushy pubic hair. "You're all fingers and tongue when you get going!" she added with obvious approval.

Wendy had to smile at her, shake her pretty head with a giggle. "It was good! And I love sucking on your pussy! I absolutely love it! I wanted to stick my whole face in it. I can even smell it a little on my hair still." She giggled again, stretched her skirt across the ironing board. She wore only a light blouse and sheer panties and made Sherry draw the drapes before she would come into the living room. "Anyway, you weren't exactly just laying there!" she said. "I think I did most of the coming!"

The phone in the kitchen rang. Sherry set her coffee down and ran to answer it. Wendy could hear her giggling and laughing for several moments, then she came back into the living room.

"That was Sander," she said, and plopped back down on the couch. "Sander Baron. He's my sort of steady boy friend. He wanted to come over later on tonight and I told him to come ahead. He said he'd bring a friend of his – Greg Young – along for you."

"Oh!" Wendy said quickly, surprised. "I don't think I'm up to that. I mean, I don't think I'm ready yet. I just got here and there's so much to do."

"You'll be fine," Sherry assured her. "Besides, you'll really like Greg. He's cute and a lot of fun to be with. You'll see."

"What's he do for a living?" Wendy asked, was becoming slightly interested at the prospect of a new man in her life.

"He's an accountant. But, there's nothing stuffy or old-fashioned about him, so don't worry about that. If there was, he wouldn't be hanging around with Sander."

"What does Sander do?" Wendy was curious.

"He makes movies," Sherry answered. "He's made quite a few since I've known him. Some of them are pretty good."

"No kidding!" Wendy looked up. "What kind of movies does he make?"

Sherry laughed. "He calls them art films. Actually, they're skin flicks. Porno movies. There's a lot of money in it, I suppose, and he's very good at it."

"He stars in them?"

"No, he directs them. You know, sets them up, then tells everybody what to do. He's great at it. I was even in a couple of them myself."

"You were fucked on film?" Wendy giggled, her eyes wide. She couldn't believe it!

"Sure," Sherry nodded, laughing. "It paid well. Besides, no one back in my home town will ever see it. And it was fun."

"God, you must not have a shy bone in your body!"

"Not many. In one film I sucked on two black guys cocks at the same time while another guy fucked me in the ass. I never saw so much cum in my entire life! And the whole time that was going on, this other girl was laying underneath me, licking my cunt. I can tell you, it sure wasn't boring!"

"I'll bet!" Wendy laughed.

"It'll be quite a while before Sander and Greg get here. A couple of hours, in fact." Sherry slipped one hand under the front of Wendy's filmy panties, squeezed the plump hairy bulge of her crotch. She parted the fleshy pink lips of Wendy's slippery cunt, probed between them. "Can't your ironing wait until tomorrow morning?" she breathed, already gently massaging Wendy's sweet tingling clit.

"I… I think so," Wendy said, shivered when Sherry kissed warmly along the nape of her neck. "Let's go in the bedroom and you can fuck me this time."

"What's wrong with right here on the carpet?" Sherry whispered, with her other hand was already tugging down Wendy's panties.

"Nothing," Wendy had to agree with a giggle. "Nothing at all."

Sander Baron was telling the sometimes almost serious – more often totally ridiculous – story of his entry into the erotic movie business. He sat cross-legged on the carpet next to Sherry, and every now and then gave her thigh an affectionate squeeze when she interjected, always laughing with a chiding, kidding remark. Wendy and Greg sat on the floor across from them, all four drinking from large glasses full of ice and red wine, all of them casually dressed and with their shoes off. The lights were turned low.

Wendy said very little, sipped at her wine, shyly smiled at Greg occasionally to let him know she was interested, mostly though, was laughing at the things Sander said. She'd decided to herself that Sander would probably be a fascinating person to spend any time with, that although Greg was very nice, Sander was decidedly the more spirited of the two. They looked enough alike to be brothers, both of them tall and lean with dark hair, looked to be in their late twenties. Greg was actually the more physically attractive, and yet still, he somehow lacked the full sense of aliveness that Sander seemed to possess.

"So, Wendy," Sander said finally, glanced at her with a trace of mischief in his eye, "how would you like to star in my next porno epic? It'll be a classic in sixteen millimeter cinema filth, I guarantee. An instant success! Especially with you handling the lead!" Sherry slapped his arm with a laugh and he laughed too, looking at her with mock bewilderment.

"I don't think so," Wendy stammered, felt her smooth cheeks flush slightly. She looked to Greg, who merely shrugged with a smile. She couldn't tell if Sander was serious or not, assumed he probably wasn't, at least hoped he wasn't. "I'd blush all over during the entire filming."

"Perfect!" Sander continued, got a warning glance and a pinch from Sherry who seemed no longer quite as amused as a second before. "What could be more perfectly natural, more obviously unstaged, then a young girl blushing at her nakedness? It's perfect! What wholesome decadence!"

And he held his large hands up, the points of his thumbs together, fingers straight up, as if to form and frame a picture of it in the air: "A sweetly innocent girl – a milkmaid, a virgin child, in the 17th century, perhaps – lost in an age of wanton lust and utter depravity, adrift and yet trying desperately to protect her youthful pristine virtue. She struggles, she loses! I love it! It's perfect!" And then he burst into laughter.

"I… I'd like to see something you've done," Wendy smiled, nodding.

Sherry said to Sander, "I think it's time for a little… discussion in the bedroom." And she stood up, took Sander's hand and pulled at it, giggling, until he stood also. "You kids have fun," she smiled at Wendy and Greg, and Sander shook his head with a laugh and followed her into the bedroom. They shut the door.

"Strange people," Greg laughed. "I never know what to expect next from either one of them. They're crazy, of course."

"He's nice, though," Wendy smiled at Greg. "And so are you. You're both so easy to talk to." She wouldn't have protested too greatly if he just picked her up off the floor and carried her into the bedroom.

He didn't, but he did lean over and kiss her full on the mouth, sucking at her soft lips.

Wendy responded warmly, managed to set her glass behind her on the floor, was soon lying on top of him, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her lithe body pressed passionately against him. She felt a bit light-headed from the wine she'd had, was emboldened by it somewhat. "Let's go to my room," she murmured, ran her finger teasingly along the line of his jaw. "Let's get in my bed."

"Let's," he laughed, and a few minutes later they lay on Wendy's bed, tightly in each other's arms, his mouth pressed hotly to hers.

"You're so firm and rubbery," Greg breathed, running his hands all over her, through her clothes squeezed her warm buttocks, her pert breasts, the round vibrant backsides of her thighs.

He began to take off her blouse.

Wendy began as quickly to undress him, her large eyes bright, her hands pulling at his belt. "I want to suck your cock," she said. He laughed, obviously surprised at her bluntness. She added with a giggle, "I want you to come in my mouth."

She raised herself up, finally had Greg's pants and underwear to his knees, his stiffened cock standing straight up between his legs. Wendy took it in her hands, moved to it, kneeling beside him. She looked at his throbbing hardness carefully, her eyes devouring it with her need, swallowed hard. She was amazed at how big around it was, seriously doubted her ability to even get it up into her tight cunt, still, was looking forward to at least trying. She caressed it with her fingertips, lowered her head, began rubbing the twitching shaft of it all over her pretty face. Greg watched, fascinated by her intensity.

With her moist lips Wendy kissed the swollen crown, with her teeth nibbled lightly, then with her fingers moved to the fleshy sac that hung between his legs, felt him tremble. She giggled, began to lick at his thickly veined cock, smacking her lips on it wetly, finally popped the engorged head fully into her mouth. She sucked on him, darting her tongue, felt his cock throbbing and jerking, alive with sensation, felt it throbbing even more wildly when she worked her moist tongue warmly over the smooth head. She probed with her tongue at the tiny slit of his glans, toying with it, and began to quickly masturbate him, squeezing with her slender fingers until the head of it was so swollen she thought it would burst in her mouth.

Greg moaned, pumping his hips against her, trying to push his stiff cock yet more deeply into her sucking mouth. He had her slacks and panties pulled down and reached between her damp thighs, searched for and found her lushly slick cunt. Wendy gasped, tried to spread her knees wider apart for him. She slid her knees back a bit to give him more room, was thrilling to the feel of his fingers within her, poking at and manipulating her hot little cunt, pulling gently at her quivering clit.

Wendy ran her moist tongue in circles under and along the bulbous head of his erection, popped it wetly out of her mouth, her lips making sucking noises, then kissed and licked along the ever tightening shaft, back and forth repeatedly, finally covered the solid cap of flesh again with her mouth. Her small hand was working frantically, the warm flesh under her fingers sliding with her movement. His thick cock stiffened upright even more with a little jerk, throbbing, and Wendy could taste the clear fluid that heralded the approach of his ejaculation, could feel it spurting against her tongue. She licked at it, sucked on his twitching cock yet more fervently, wanted to taste the full measure of the sticky eruption.

Greg moaned again, squeezing her ass-cheeks, kneading them while working his fingers up into Wendy's slippery warm cunt, his palm flush against the plump bulge of her sopping pubic mound, cupping it. He was thrusting his hips with greater and greater urgency, was ramming his long hard cock into Wendy's mouth with hurried strokes that took him almost to the back of her throat.

Wendy's lips were tight around the driving shaft with her wildly feverish tongue and rapidly moving hand she was urging him on, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

She watched the fleshy pouch of his scrotum bouncing with each quick movement of her hand, considered covering it with a flurry of kisses. Then he was suddenly squirting thick viscous liquid against Wendy's pink tongue, twitching as he filled her mouth to overflowing with the pearly white warmth. She was swallowing it as best she could, sucking it from him, and felt his throbbing cock squirt still again, felt his thick semen running warmly down her throat, some of it spilling from her lips.

Greg stretched his legs out and Wendy kept sucking on his cock, her head bobbing in his lap, still licking and nibbling at it until he finally gasped, "That's enough, baby. You'll wear it out. I think you've killed me."

"Did you really like it?" Wendy looked up at him and smiled brightly. She said with a giggle, "That's the first time I ever gave a guy a blow-job. I've never even put a guy's cock in my mouth before."

"You sure could have fooled me," he said quietly, obviously pleased with her. "You didn't even choke when you swallowed all that cum. A lot of girls do; at least the first time."

"My God!" she giggled, touching her cunt. "I'm so wet I'm dripping down the inside of my leg! And my little cunt is tingling like mad!" She glanced at Greg. "It's like a really feverish itch up there, like a… tickling inside. I think what I need is a really good fucking with that huge cock of yours."

She had to laugh at his expression. "Just lay there and save your strength. When your cock gets all stiff and hard again, you're going to need it." And she finished undressing him, then crawled up beside him on the bed, began rubbing her warm thighs and breasts against him.

Greg pulled her to him, caressing her silky flesh. He pushed her tawny hair aside and began to suck and kiss her neck, his hands finding the heaviness of her round breasts. He tugged at one nipple with his fingertips, rolling it, and it hardened into erection, trembling. Wendy whispered to him, "If I sit on your face will you lick my pussy? Just until you're hard again?"

"I'll lick your hot little pussy anytime you want," he said. "Anytime, anyplace. Just name it and my tongue will be waiting for you."

"Here and now," Wendy laughed, then jumped up with a bounce and a giggle, straddling his face. She poised above him, almost squatting, one bare thigh on each side of his head, her small hands hanging tightly onto the headboard to steady herself. It must have been quite a view, she imagined, knew that he must have been looking up directly into the pink hole of her tight cunt.

She lowered herself slowly, then shivered deliciously when Greg's moist lips and tongue touched the glistening surfaces of her wetly gaping cunt. He sucked at the trembling cleft, with his hands around her full thighs was puffing her down to him, the flickering action of his probing tongue causing her to squirm on his face, her oily slickness running down his cheeks, the soft mat of her curly pubic hair crushed against his mouth.

Wendy pulled away from him with a little gasp and leaned forward slightly, pushing her slim hips down until his lips were enclosing the fleshy covering of her sweetly sensitive clit.

She started to move her hips slowly, still hanging tightly to the headboard, was pumping her pulsating cunt against Greg's mouth, the firm cheeks of her pert bottom parting with each of her outward thrusts. Her silky white breasts rose and fell with her steady motion, her nipples, taut and distended, flushed deeply scarlet with the lusty desire she felt throughout her loins, the flame of her passion beginning to kindle.

Greg put his hands on her buttocks and pushed her gently along, helping her. He sucked at her warm cunt steadily, mouthing it, with his tongue would every few seconds dart in circles at the tiny quivering stub of her clit, then would touch at it with his tongue, causing it to tingle.

Wendy's breathing was growing by degree more harsh, her movement gradually taking on an erratic urgency, jerking, the muscles in her smooth thighs straining taut. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, was concentrating on the keenly throbbing sensations Greg sent coursing through her with his quick tongue, on the sharply pleasurable spasms racing along her flesh.

Greg was sucking at her wet cunt with ever-increasing enthusiasm, was tonguing up into the palpitating hole of it, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into her.

Wendy pumped her hips more quickly, swallowing loudly, then she felt the first pleasurable twinge of her climax jab at her, lightly, the merest touch of a feather. She was rewarded almost instantly with overwhelming convulsions of stabbing joy that caused her damp thighs to quake uncontrollably, that caused her pulsing, slippery cunt to clench spasmodically, the entire pink passage within closing tightly. She sat back fully on Greg's face with a shuddering groan, was overcome by the tremors of raging sensation.

After several long moments she straightened with a sigh, raised herself up, then glanced back over her shoulder and down along Greg's body to see how he was doing. Her exhaustion vanished almost immediately when her eyes fell on his stiff, thick cock waiting for her.

"Wow, you got hard fast!" she giggled, and sat back on his chest for a moment to catch her breath, trapping his hands beneath her warm buttocks.

Wendy giggled again, then began to move back along his naked body toward his cock. She felt the swollen crown of his throbbing erection just touch between the back of her thighs. She positioned herself carefully, mindful of the huge circumference of the shaft on which she was about to impale herself, and when she felt just the tip of his cock enter and wetly part the slick lips of her trembling cunt, she began to slowly draw him into her cunt.

An expression of rapturous pleasure crossed Greg's face as his twitching cock cleaved into her, and he raised his hips slightly, managed to wedge the entire fleshy glans and about two inches of the shaft into her glistening pink hole, the warm resistance of the tight passage holding her almost suspended in the air above him.

"Good God!" she murmured, bouncing her hips gently, jiggling and pushing, all the while with soft little whimpers and cries, inching his penetrating cock up inside of her, sitting back, raising up against when it began to fill her too quickly, then jiggling and pushing some more. "God, it's stretching me wide open!"

Greg swallowed hard, his breath already erratic.

Wendy slid down along the length of the pulsing rod, kept at it, watching as his cock disappeared entirely into the hairy opening between her thighs, as it was buried, finally, to the hilt in her trembling cunt.

"You're huge!" Wendy breathed, twisted her torso and ground against him, felt the passage of her pussy contract wetly, gripping him yet more tightly.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Greg gasped. "You're going to make me come right now if you're not careful! Christ, I can't tell you how good it feels!"

Wendy shivered, did not have to be told how good it felt. She was filled to the point of bursting, knew that if his mammoth cock was even a fraction larger she would have never have been able to get it inside her, would have been lucky, even, to lodge just the round head of it in. She leaned forward, her warm buttocks pressed against the tops of his thighs, and supporting herself with her hands flat against his chest, began to move. She could feel his jerking hardness all the way up inside of her slick cunt, was loving every thick inch of it, was soon thrusting her hips with long, rapid strokes that took her almost completely to the end of his cock. Only the bulbous cap was still tightly within her. Then she drove herself down on it repeatedly, the throbbing shaft engorging her with wildly delightful sensation.

Greg was writhing beneath her, was clenching at her bouncing heavy breasts with his hands, cupping them, squeezing them, pulling at the swollen taut nipples. He was gulping for air, his mouth working soundlessly, his hips straining up off the bed.

Wendy pumped on him, her body shiny with perspiration, her breathing ragged. She tucked her arms under her, lay fully on top of him, her face against his neck, her slim hips jerking with a feverish, shuddering urgency. She groaned, "Oh, God! Oh, fuck! OH!" She twisted her damp buttocks each time she thrust, tightening her cunt on him, virtually sucking on him with her cunt.

"Oh! It's so big! It's so good, so good! It's… in so deep! Fuck!"

He was thrusting at her frantically from underneath, ramming his hardened cock up into her heat, parting the quivering pink flesh and sending spasms of exquisite pleasure deeply into her. He ground the base of his driving shaft against the mouth of Wendy's glutted cunt, with his hands was cupping her straining, sweaty buttocks, pulling at the rubbery cheeks, clutching her to him.

Wendy's sopping crotch pounded at him relentlessly as she over and over again impaled herself on the rigid rod of his cock. She was suffused with wrenching lust, wanted it never to end, felt her loins constrict with the first pulsating flash of her relief. She was almost there and quickened her fervid motion, urged on even faster as the shock waves of her shattering orgasm began to burst within her.

Greg strained until his muscles knotted, until his breath caught in his throat, then he was suddenly pumping his hot, thick liquid up into Wendy's ever-tightening cunt, his cock jerking wildly, spurting and filling her with his glutinous seed, squirting it deeply into her spasming cunt.

She gurgled, "Oh, Goddamn! Ohhh! I can feel you coming! Oh, shit! Oh! Goddamn!"