1. Chéri


    Date: 10/23/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: countesscharlow, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I guess we've all met a Chéri who pronounced her name like “cherry”. Was yours a pert little blonde? Did she have dimples in intimate places that she liked to show you at inappropriate times? Did she get horny and jealous when you fucked her roommate that night? When you woke up the next morning, was she sucking your cock? Chéri was some sweet blend of West Coast Gidget – like her roommate Ronnie. Their no tan lines bodies were just made for fucking. And they loved to put it all out on display even for casual guests like myself. Veronica was pure nightmare of the erotic kind. Sexed up and sensual and bleeding darkness – an old skool goth with illusions of romance. Ronnie was sleek as a lizard and cautious as a turtle. She sure loved to ball. Chéri was more gazelle: buff-colored and perfumed like a wild thing; musk and pachouli in her hair. Half-hippie, nude and Nature ruled her; that, and want. She was a brilliant amateur cocksucker. When Peterson's wife was killed in the accident, he mourned for a year, living like a crazed hermit. It was just when he almost decided to sell the condo when Ronnie and Chéri bought the downstairs townhouse. Shyly peeking from his windows and around wall corners, he decided to stay awhile longer. “ Poor dude,” Chéri laughed, finally letting her body fall into a chair. “He must think 'crazy chicks!' Omagawd!” Ronnie pulled the makeshift curtains aside and stood peering around the window. “I think it's hot. All voyeur and kinky.” She spun and ...
    grinned at her roommate. “But he ain't seen nothing yet.” Chéri giggled. “A little show and no tell? Mmmm. I wonder how hard we could make his cock.” “ We'll find out,” Ronnie purred, sliding down into Chéri's embrace and nuzzling her breasts. She nibbled at the soft earlobe. “Lingerie. Party.” Chéri licked her lips. “Oh, yeah. Wait. What's the point? There's no windows to flash from.” Ronnie's forehead creased in thought. “Uh. But his little balcony overlooks our patio-slash-backyard.” Chéri laughed and tousled Ronnie's already wild dark mane. “So all we have to do is get us and our girlfriends all in our underwear on the patio when he's on the balcony. Easy! You goof!” Ronnie kissed her mouth hard and licked the penetrating tongue that followed. “I didn't say it was foolproof.” Fortunately opportunity quickly knocked when Ronnie was in the patio looking up at the balcony and Mr. Peterson came out. Ronnie turned sideways so she could still watch him. She grinned when he lit up a cigarette and blew a smoke ring out into the air. She noisily fished in her purse and took out a pack of smokes and a lighter. She lit it, took a deep satisfied drag, and turned around again, pretending to glance up casually. “ Oh, hey,” she waved the cigarette. “Great minds...” He took the bait. “Yeh,” he said with a shy smile and waved his cigarette back. Ronnie lowered her head and peered up at him through dark eyelashes. She let her gaze go glassy, memorizing the details of his lips – imagining how ...
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