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Cheryl... Meet the Author Ch. 01

By: JLCC



I've mentioned my muse, Cheryl. When we met, sparks flew.

She only knew him from his writing and the messages they shared. But still, she stood at the international arrivals gate at O'Hare International Airport on a Wednesday afternoon, expectantly and apprehensively awaiting his arrival.

"This is nuts. I should just go home. Why on earth am I here to meet a strange man?" she muttered to herself.

Cheryl and Jeff had met at the Literotica site when she had posted a message seeking someone to write stories for her. She got very aroused, indulging fantasies of her friends having sex in strange circumstances while she watched and this writer seemed to get into her and her friends' heads. She lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed to the stories he had written.

Jeff was a contract worker which suited his real passions for music and performing. He was coming to Chicago to play a series of shows at a club, opening for a bigger name. The event would cost more than he'd make but when the opportunity to go to Chicago came up, he knew it would be worthwhile on a different level. After all, that's where his muse lived. As well as music, Jeff found a creative outlet in writing erotica. Jeff and Cheryl met online and he wrote stories for her, about her friends.

The board showed that the plane from Canada had arrived. Cheryl was completely on edge now. It was a good thing that Tannis, her closest friend came with her. Yes, she knew too that Tannis had a special place in the author's heart; maybe she had done a too effective job of selling her gorgeous friend's qualities to Jeff. She was now questioning her decision to bring the bombshell along. 

Cheryl was a wreck: giddy, scared, anxious, even a little horny. This guy knew her secrets and he fed them generously, filling her head and flooding her pussy with all sorts of arousing thoughts and images. She thought briefly of the scene he had created where she videoed Tannis and her husband. She cursed herself as she squeezed her thighs together. 

"Is this freaking you out, Cher?" Tannis asked as she noted Cheryl's nervousness.

"God. I'm a wreck! Oh shit. People are coming out of customs."

After a couple of families and some business people came out, there was one figure, unremarkable but unmistakable, that stood out to Cheryl. Jeff scanned the crowd and came straight to the pair. 

"I'd recognize you anywhere," he greeted as he pulled the unexpecting Cheryl into a close hug.

"It's so good to finally meet you," he continued as he took a long, lingering appraisal of Tannis, the taller and bustier blonde.

As the trio formalized introduction, it was clear that the tone was overtly sexual. The author was obviously neither intimidated nor nervous as he engaged the two women almost like former lovers. In fact, if he had his way, they would become just that.

"Does Mr. Authorman need a drink?" Tannis asked, more playfully than she intended.

"Absolutely! I'd like to get to know you two especially, before anything else happens."

Tannis then led the way to an airport bar. Cheryl leaned into her and whispered harshly, "'Mr. Authorman'? What game are you playing?"

"God, it felt kinda silly coming out, but still... I guess it got your attention anyway," Tannis wasn't even sure why she had gotten even the tiniest bit flirtatious. She had read the stories he'd written and he always wrote her favorably. "Maybe even more than favorably," she mused as she drifted into a spontaneous fantasy.

They settled themselves in the bar and Jeff ordered each of them a shot and a cocktail. The amused shock on the girls' face was priceless. He was offering no pretenses; this was going to be fun for all of them, regardless of how it turned out.

Their conversation turned to the humour in the subtle differences of American and Canadian culture. "Say 'eh' for us!" the girls laughed.

"Huh?" came his drawled reply. "I don't understand what y'all are sayin'."

After the laughter subsided, he huddled conspiratorially with the two women. "Forget about the Canadian-isms. I am always looking for inspiration for my stories. You girls have any juicy ideas?" The emphasis on "juicy" was on the edge of lewd.

Much to Cheryl's shock, Tannis was encouraging. "You may not know this, but I've read your stories and Cheryl has told me about your chats. It seems that you have a lot of good ideas."

"All." She poked his chest.

"By." She dragged her manicured forefinger down his chest.

"Yourself." She rested her fingernail on the top of his belt buckle.

Cheryl knew her friend was borderline insatiable but she had never seen Tannis in action before. Her sultry voice and killer body, combined with just how much she knew that Jeff favored Tannis in the first place, made for formidable seduction tools. Cheryl was half responsible for this mess and she didn't know what to do with it. The truth was though, she loved how the author painted pictures of lust for her, helping to while away boring days at work. The bastard even encouraged her to play with and taste herself. And fuck, she did it, too! Now, Tannis's obvious approval was causing her own arousal to start piquing once again. Would he be like he wrote?

In the midst of her arousal, Cheryl was also getting jealous. This was HER guest and Tannis was dominating the encounter. She wasn't without her own skills, and as easily distracted as the author was, she knew that he was also very attracted to Cheryl. She decided to play to this, at least to stir up some confusion and maybe defuse the lustful situation that was brewing.

She shuffled in closer to Jeff and tried to put a damper on Tannis. "Well, Tannis, you do know now what I like in my stories and sometimes his stuff just doesn't quite do it for me. I'd loooove to give him some more ideas, if he's asking. "

"That's my girl," Jeff whispered to her with the deepest voice he could muster.

Putting on an air of indignation, Tannis huffed, "Fine, then. Hmmmm, let me see."

Tannis tipped her head and cheek to her raised finger in an exaggerated thinking posture then proclaimed, "Okay, I have something. Cheryl likes to watch, right? What if, just saying, what if she and I are out and maybe we meet some guy who I am very attracted to? And let's say, we happen to be in a bar at, hmmmmmm, an airport?"

To Cheryl's horror at what she saw unfolding, Tannis started rubbing the author's thigh.

"And maybe, we've had a couple of drinks," she continued, now ignoring Cheryl and staring right into Jeff's eyes. "And there's a hotel attached to the airport..."

Jeff knew when the sale was closed. He had a hotel reservation closer to the shows he was going to be playing, but he was not going to pass this up and taking the time to get there could foil the unfolding plan. He took out his phone, pulled up a browser window, did a Google search, and showed the girls the display.

"You mean this one?" he queried as he showed the Website for the Hilton hotel.

"Oh, look. That's it exactly! Just like I would picture it," Tannis enthused and encouraged. "I wonder what the rooms look like."

"Let's find out. I'll make a reservation."

Cheryl was frozen in spot. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her best friend and this man they hardly knew in real life were planning to get a hotel room. They had barely met! Still, the reluctance she had been experiencing was giving way to a deeper lust. She was getting damned horny at the thought of what might happen.

Before she even understood the words leaving her mouth, Cheryl blurted, "Have they got a room?"

"It's booked. Let's go check in and check it out."

The girls hung back as Jeff checked into his room. Cheryl had recovered some sensibility by this time and was chiding Tannis. "What on earth do you think you're doing? You just met this guy!"

"Ummm, Cher. Seems to me that you are the pot calling the kettle black. How many times have you chatted about him or someone else cumming on my tits? What about that scene he wrote where Ted fucked Britney Spears while he ate my pussy? Oh gaaawwwd... I need this right now. You're in, right? Come on sweetie, it wouldn't be the same without you. I bet you wanna see it happen, don't you?"

Cheryl's pussy moistened at Tannis's purr and the thought of taking one of those scenes off the page and putting it into a bed right in front of her.

"Fuck sakes... I'm in!" she declared just in time for Jeff to come to them with the key card in hand.

As the elevator door closed, Tannis gave Cheryl a moist kiss. "I promise to make this worth your while, hon," she whispered. Then she turned her attention to Jeff. She was about to kiss him when he pressed her up against the wall of the elevator. 

"Are you going to be content to just let her watch?" he playfully asked Tannis as he ran his hands up and down her body. 

"Whatever. Just so long as she enjoys herself." She rubbed his crotch as he continued to enjoy her body with his hands.

There was a ding in the elevator and the trio composed themselves to make their way to the room. They walked down the hall and the two girls, Tannis eagerly and Cheryl somewhat reluctantly, each took an arm. Arriving at the assigned room number, Jeff inserted the key card and let them in.

Once inside, Tannis immediately went to the bed and sat down in a provocative posture. Cheryl stood and Jeff put a hand on each of her shoulders. "I think, deep down, you knew this would be the outcome of meeting, didn't you? I'm not going to pressure you," then he whispered, "You know, you'll always be my favourite."

Cheryl had always chuckled when he would say things like that, but now she saw the sincerity. He had a way about him, but he wasn't a dick. He was just another lusty soul like she was.

"You know as well as I do that I like to watch," she relented. "Now, go get her, tiger," she urged with a kiss.

Jeff smacked Cheryl's ass then turned to Tannis who was beckoning him with a curled finger. He pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her bent legs. Crouching over her, he teased her mouth with his tongue. She wanted a kiss; he gave a lick. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she tried pulling him deep to her but was unable to close the space between them as he touched her lips.

She fucked the air between them as she sought the pressure of his pelvis between her legs. Her short skirt was now up around her hips, revealing a silky white thong and an expanse of luscious shaped thighs.

"Get her tits out!" came Cheryl's command. The author smiled at her knowingly. She was taking a cue from the story A View to a Thrill where she directed and operated the camera for a video of Tannis and her husband.

He obliged her, his muse, and pulled the straps of Tannis's tank top down then the cups of her bra. Cheryl gasped as the very large and proud tits were released. 

"You like that?" the author pushed.

"Yeeeaaaahhh, lick 'em."

He tugged her hips toward him as he knelt, finally meeting her pussy with his pelvis. With her back arched, her breasts stood proudly, begging for attention. Tannis was a grinder, wildly rubbing her pussy against him as first he licked, then sucked, then nibbled at her firm globes. 

Cheryl had always wanted to see Tannis like this. She was wild, thrashing against her lover as she attempted to draw every ounce of passion and pleasure out of him.

"She wants to see you cum. Do you want your friend to see you cum all over my face? I think I recall that you squirt, dontcha?" Tannis moaned loudly at the talk directed at her.

The author sought to increase the tension in Tannis. "You want me to run my tongue up your thighs and suck on your juicy lips. Would you like that? You want your tight little hole fucked with my tongue?" Tannis almost pushed him off the bed.

Jeff stood and undressed, then took her by her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She took as good care of her toes as her fingernails. Taking each purple-painted toe one at a time in his mouth, he brought her to near giggles. Standing at the edge of the bed and pressed against her, his cock was lavished by her wet cunt lips and he teased her clit with the tip of his dick.

"Oh fuck, yes. Play with her like a toy," Cheryl moaned from the chair she had found to sit in. She slid her shorts down her legs displaying herself to her friends, her baby smooth pussy flesh glistening with moisture.

Tannis was ravenous for more direct attention and she reached to Jeff's head to push him down between her legs. Jeff knew what she was after, but knew what Cheryl wanted too. He directed the shapely blonde to the side of the bed near Cheryl so they were both fully on display to the horny, slutty brunette. 

"Damn Tannis, look at her. She's just like she is in our chats. She loves seeing you used," the author provoked.

"Spread her legs. Tannis, play with your pussy," Cheryl breathlessly commanded.

Standing and holding her legs wide, Tannis slowly an her middle finger down the slit of her cunt, almost sliding the tip in. The author kept her displayed for Cheryl, but his own lust was beginning to overpower him. Whether it was filled with his cock, fingers or tongue, the flowered lips of a beautiful pussy like this was an aphrodisiac like no other. 

He dropped to the floor, letting her legs drape over his shoulders. She was playing it, stretching her toes out, and showing the elegant shape of her foot. Soon though, she was into grinding mode again as Jeff started at her tight asshole and worked his way up, just grazing her clit.

Tannis was so horny at this point that she needed direct stimulation and tugged his shaved head tight. He drove his tongue hard against her engorged little button, and to Cheryl's delight, she went wild. Tannis bucked and thrashed against her lover, then gasped as he slid two fingers into her gaping hole. 

"Oh my fucking god!" she howled as he showered his shameless lust on her dripping pussy. 

This pushed Cheryl over the edge. She sat in the chair, knees splayed out with her shorts around her ankles. She now had her tits pulled out of her blouse, with one hand tugging at an erect nipple and another hand furiously teasing her clit.

"Oh god, oh god! I need to see your cock inside her!"

Jeff was busting to oblige, as was Tannis. He moved the horny blonde off the bed so she was standing, and then bent her over. 

Running his hand down her ass, he pushed two fingers again into her. "You wanna be fucked like this, slut? Want me to grab your ass and pound you against the bed?" he taunted.

"Fuck. Fuck. YES!"

Cheryl timed her own actions with his. He grabbed the base of his cock and touched the tip to Tannis's pouty lips. Cheryl's finger slipped to her own cunt. With one thrust, the author went balls deep into his new friend, and Cheryl did the same to herself with her fingers. All three moaned loudly at the simultaneous sensual assault.

Cheryl was giddy and horny at the lewd display of her friend being used and satisfied all at once. She matched the pace of Jeff's thrusting with her hand and juices were dripping down her ass cheeks. 

Tannis was grunting and screaming as her pussy was pounded. She began to meet the thrusts herself, increasing the impact against her cunt and ass.

"Damn. Finger. Ass!" Cheryl could barely form words but her intent was clear. 

Jeff leaned over Tannis and put his thumb to her mouth. She sucked it in, leaving it wet and slippery. He brought his hand back and pushed the lubricated member against her anus. She grunted as she was invaded, tensing at having two holes filled. 

"That's it. That's it. Fuck! I'm cumming!" Cheryl yelled as she immersed herself in the scene. 

Tannis herself was overwhelmed at the pleasure Cheryl was getting and she began to tense even as the thrusts continued. Her legs twitched, her pussy tightened and she howled her own orgasm as Cheryl's abated.

Tannis panted as the author continued to thrust and he finally came to a rest. "I know what she really wants. Come. Suck your juices off my cock," he demanded of Tannis.

She got on her knees in front of him, inch by inch drawing his glistening member into her mouth and throat. She was enthusiastic though knew her limits. She only took in as much as she was comfortable with. Despite those limits, she was showing she really liked being fed like this.

What she lacked in depth, she made up for in vigor. She kept a tight grip on the shaft and the lips of her mouth extended erotically as she withdrew to the tip. 

"Make it really wet, slut," he further commanded.

Tannis pulled off of his cock, lavishing his balls and the underside of his shaft with her tongue. The saucy little thing even gently nibbled at the tip, making Jeff shudder. She deliberately slobbered over his hard dick until he pulled her up, taking off her tank top and bra. This vision was incredible: her erect nipples and firm tits were begging for action. He walked her right to Cheryl. He knew she loved this and he was going to get her in on it. 

"On your knees again," he directed Tannis. "Push your tits together."

Tannis agreed, slipping down to the floor and invitingly thrusting her large, firm breasts in the direction of both Cheryl and then the author. Her sensitive nipples had never subsided, and they begged attention. Jeff gripped his cock and tapped each of them a few times. 

Tannis winked at him. "Nothing like a good dick-slap to get me going, lover."

He then crouched to slide his cock up Tannis's vast cleavage. "Cheryl, make her tits wet."

Cheryl obliged with eyes wide, leaning over to her friend and letting a trail of spit drip down over his cock. With a slippery titty pussy now at his disposal, he thrust his cock between Tannis's melons. 

Cheryl was intensely absorbed in the action. If this was all she got to see, it would have been enough: seeing the shaft of her new friend's cock disappearing between Tannis's, especially Tannis's, tits only to have the tip appear at the top. He played it too, thrusting just a bit further, extending his tool toward Tannis's throat.

Cheryl was toying her pussy again. Stimulation seemed like the best thing she could do to get the most out of this scene. She was leaning close to and over Tannis getting the best view possible.

He kept up a solid rhythm with his glistening cock to Cheryl's encouragement of, "Oh my god. Fuck those beautiful tits. Fuck, she's gorgeous."

"More spit," the author ordered.

Aware of the situation they were in, Cheryl had an idea. Extending her tongue in invitation to Tannis, she told the blonde, "Give me some." 

The display of these two beautiful women kissing while he was thrusting his rod between the tits of one of them pushed him to a furious pace. As Tannis was jarred back and forth, Cheryl let a long stream of saliva fall onto Jeff's cock.

Cheryl now had her pussy stuffed with her hand, just like Tannis's breasts were with cock. Cheryl's lustful face and the feel and look of Tannis's tits overcame him. He could feel the tingle start at the base of his balls, and he warned, "I'm fucking cumming!"

The tingles coursed up his hard shaft as streams of cum erupted from between Tannis's tits and over her chest and throat. Cheryl recoiled as a drop hit her nose.

They were catching their breath at the display and their exertion. Jeff let his cock rest in the valley of Tannis's exquisite breasts as it relaxed.

Tannis broke the silence, "Girl," she addressed Cheryl, "You can't keep this guy all to yourself!"

Suddenly she got a worried look. "This is gonna be a story, isn't it?"

Julie Gets Curious

That night, Julie joined Tannis and Cheryl at Cheryl's house. It was just a visit but the girls always liked hanging out with each other. As they drank some wine, they discussed the weekend plans that they had. Cheryl had booked tickets for them to see the author's show on Saturday. 


Cheryl... Meet the Author Ch. 01



Julie wasn't aware of the relationship that Cheryl had with Jeff. As far as she knew, this was just something Cheryl had convinced them to do. They gabbed about timing and what they were going to wear. The topic devolved into recollections of other wild nights they had shared together. 

After a couple glasses of wine, Julie excused herself to go to the bathroom. Tannis and Cheryl began talking about a more recent recollection; the afternoon they had spent with the author/musician, Jeff.

"I still don't know why you didn't get a piece of that, you tease!" Tannis chided Cheryl.

"You know I like to watch," Cheryl replied shyly. 

"Yeah, I know! And it kind pisses me off that you get him to treat us like sluts in those stories, just so you can see us used like that. Oh fuck, my pussy's wet already," Tannis confessed.

"He was sexy in an odd way. Not necessarily who I would pick out of a crowd, but he sure did fuck your tits good. I loved seeing that cum splatter over them!"

"I wonder if he plays music the way he fucks and writes stories. I have a feeling I am going to be horny all night," Tannis was trance-like as she recalled her orgasms.

Julie wasn't exactly sure what she heard as she came back down the hall from the bathroom so she stopped short behind the corner. As she put it together though, it seemed clear. She confronted her two friends when she came back in the room.

"Let me get this straight. Cheryl, you know somebody in this band we are going to see?" Julie demanded.

"Ummmm, yes," came Cheryl's sheepish reply.

"AND! He writes slutty stories about ... who?"

Tannis jumped in. "Cheryl gives him ideas to write stories about us, her friends!"

"Sounds to me like you've enjoyed it, Tannis. You guys fucked him this afternoon?" Julie pushed further. 

The need to quibble about who did or didn't fuck whom seemed pointless. They had both been willing participants, regardless of how they had participated. Tannis had even licked the author's cum off Cheryl's nose. 

"Guilty," Cheryl confessed.

"Fuck sakes! Is this show we are going to on Saturday just a ruse? What's your game?" Julie further interrogated Cheryl.

"He's been a good friend to me. 'Friend'? Feels like an odd term. I just thought it would be a good night out and, yes, I do want to meet him. I figured it would be better if there was strength in numbers, but I guess that didn't matter this afternoon," Cheryl blushed.

"Okay. I get it. I am a little pissed at your deception. You can help right now by coming clean."

Cheryl agreed and revealed to the two girls most of what happened between her and the author. He wrote her stories of her friends in compromising situations, some of which he published to some erotic story website. Cheryl was careful to leave out a couple of details. Julie and Tannis would be horrified to know that she had shared pictures with him and some were even nudes. She was just hoping to inspire and make the situations more realistic. Still, she wasn't prepared to share that.

Julie was shocked, but she knew her friends and pretty much trusted them. The fact that they had ended up in hotel room with him the previous afternoon was oddly encouraging.

The bottle of wine was done and it was time to go home. Julie and Tannis said their goodbyes and they made their way to their cars. On the drive home, Julie was bothered by Cheryl's revelation and intrigued by both her friends' wanton behaviour just that afternoon. When she got home, she decided to find this Literotica site and see what the fuss was about. 

It took her a bit to navigate and she waded through some strange stories trying to find what she was looking for. Finally, after finding the search tool, she hit the jackpot. It wasn't a long list of stories and she was able to quickly determine which of them were commissioned by Cheryl. Names were changed but the scenarios were unmistakable. By the description of the characters, she determined that A View to a Thrill was clearly Cheryl and Tannis. Cheryl was a huge Britney Spears fan and Cheryl Meets Britney would clearly fulfill some of Cheryl's newly revealed slutty desires.

She noted that the Britney story contained a character that was probably her, getting fucked by Cheryl's husband. "Not such a bad idea," she smiled.

She decided to look at the other stories. This guy, when writing on his own, was clearly sexist. The women worked their feminine wiles, but the guys were the ones in control. The funny thing was that all parties in his stories seemed to be elevated by this dynamic. She hadn't considered that before and the thought was intriguing.

He also was definitely crossing the border into fetish, with his fixation on lingerie and particularly hosiery of all sorts. Julie dismissed this as it wasn't really her thing, but the situations he wrote were very arousing. 

But these were just words on a page. There had to be something more if two of her best friends just jumped into bed with him. But the words on the page had to be a part of him, right? Julie was now captivated by the thought of this mysterious man, author and entertainer. She had to find out more. 

By mid-morning on Thursday, Julie had a plan. She only worked part-time and she was finished at 1:00 on Friday afternoon. She had gotten the author's name from Cheryl, as well as the hotel he was staying at. It was very close to the club they were going to on Saturday. It was a bit of a risk, but she decided to try and find him at the hotel when she got off work that day.

There was nothing really provocative about how she dressed, but there was no hiding her bust. She also wasn't very tall, so her heels added to the presentation. It really didn't matter, she always did her best to look good and literally couldn't dress in an unflattering way.

She arrived at the hotel and asked the front desk attendant to ring Jeff's room. As much as she had been previously prepared, when he answered she froze for a moment.

"Hello?" came the greeting again.

"Oh. Hi. Is this Jeff?" Julie stammered. It was crunch time and she choked.

"Yes. Charlene?" Jeff just picked the first female name that came to mind.

"Uh, no. My name is Julie. I'm a friend of Cheryl's."

"This right here, is like shooting fish in a barrel," Jeff thought.

"Oh hi, Julie. You take me a bit by surprise. I didn't expect to meet any of Cheryl's friends until Saturday."

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have any time for me right now?" Julie asked, now wondering just exactly what she would even have to say.

"Sure. We were up late for our opening night and I only had a light breakfast. How about you meet me for lunch in the café?"

"Make it the lobby instead, please. I don't know this place," Julie requested.

"Sure. See you in 5 minutes," Jeff replied.

The elevators chimed six different times, each time drawing Julie's apprehensive gaze. She only had a brief description of the author, but his clean-shaven head gave him away. Julie gasped at her sheer nerve and her growing confusion about exactly why she was here. 

Jeff quickly scanned the lobby before his eyes fell on the familiar Julie. She always presented an easy elegance in the pictures Cheryl shared and she didn't disappoint. Her not quite blonde hair fell over her shoulders, framing the top of her sundress and a hint of cleavage. With that rack, how she had only a hint was a miracle of nature, thought Jeff. Her legs glowed as though she had just put on lotion.

Julie made a similar observation as Cheryl did: unremarkable but with a presence that captivated. It must be the performer in him. There was a confident swagger, a smile that wasn't quite a smile but a pleasant smirk, and edgy clothes. 

The cad had the balls to greet her with a hug as he approached! Damn, he smelled good, too. She involuntarily embraced him briefly before nudging herself back.

"Wait. We didn't even introduce ourselves. How did he know it was me?" she wondered.

"Cheryl's told me a lot about you, Julie. You couldn't be mistaken," Jeff soothed, recognizing her anxiety.

"You have me at a complete disadvantage, then. I know very little about you. Why don't we find that café?" she suggested. 

"Alright, come with me," he led, extending the crook of his arm. Julie accepted his direction and again, involuntarily, took his offer. Any friend of Cheryl's...?

"Trout or jack?" Jeff grinned to himself.

They walked to the café and were seated at a table for two. They both ordered immediately, making assumptions about the menu. Jeff was eating light, as was his practice on show days. He hated being stuffed. Julie wanted a salad. Jeff ordered them some fruit juice spritzers and the waitress was gone.

"I understand, in addition to musician, you are a writer. Quite the creative outlet, I would say," Julie started.

Jeff wondered just how much was told about him. He leaned toward her and responded, "I have a juggling act that no one knows about, too. You're the first person I've told."

She giggled, the joke breaking down her anxiety. "I've read some of it. It's, uh, very powerful," she continued.

"Really?"

"I made Cheryl tell me about you and I found your published stories last night. You're a pretty kinky guy."

"I suppose, by some standards. How about you? Are you kinky?"

Julie recoiled. "I guess that's a fair question," she thought to herself.

"I have my tricks," she coyly responded.

"Maybe you should write a book," he replied with a wink.

"Me? Never. I can't write my way out of a paper bag!"

"Oh, come on. It's just a matter of stringing words together. You try. This is easy; tell me about your first kiss." Jeff was keeping the conversation sexual.

"What? I can't remember that," Julie avoided.

"Then tell me how you would like it to have been," Jeff evenly urged.

The tone of his voice and his ease compelled her. She couldn't refuse. She stumbled as she started. "Well, I'd like it if he had been a bit taller than me."

"Not a wish list, make it real. Tell me your perfect first kiss. Make me feel it."

"The moon is full and I am standing at the door of my house. My date has walked me home from my first school dance," Julie began.

"Very good."

"We chat about how much fun we had and how we should get together again. There's nervousness for both of us, but he's taller than me and that helps me get over it.

"I part my lips in invitation. I don't know if he notices. He covers his mouth for a cough. I think he's just checking his breath. "

"Keep going. Close your eyes."

Julie was surprised at how easy this was coming to her. She tilted her head back a little and relaxed into the vision as she continued. "I see him close the gap between us and feel his hands on my hips. We look in each other's eyes and smile shyly."

"You really should write a book. Tell me more," the author urged, quietly standing from his seat.

The soothing encouragement was intoxicating to her. "There's an unspoken agreement that there will be a kiss. We both want it. I see his face envelop mine and I tip my mouth toward him..."

Julie didn't flinch as Jeff placed his lips on hers. It was a gentle, moist union as they softly swayed their lips together. Julie was the first to part her lips, letting her tongue seek his mouth. She relaxed even more, slightly slumping as his tongue met hers. It was a strange bliss, sharing Cheryl and Tannis's friend, knowing that they would be excited for her that she did.

They were both glad that lunch took a long time to arrive. Jeff had just sat down when the server arrived, with a bemused grin on her face. As they ate, Julie's earlier concerns had faded and she was more interested in Jeff's stories than anything else. 

"Where do you get the inspiration?"

"Why all the lingerie?"

"Do you watch porn?"

"Does what you write turn you on?"

"'The Next Chapter' wasn't real, was it?"

Finally, with a shy stammer, she asked, "How would you write me?"

"Julie, as much as I know about you, you are still a wildcard," he said with a hush. He stood and whispered in her ear, "Let's find out."

The flutter of her hair and the breath against her ear and neck caused Julie to shudder. It seemed ridiculous and completely natural that her response was a breathless and immediate "yes".

Taking her hand, Jeff led Julie to the cashier where he signed the bill and she once again took his arm, this time leaning into him as they walked to the elevator. As the door closed, Jeff's first impulse was to kiss Julie. Taking a breath though, he determined it might be better to let her simmer. He pulled her close to his side for the short trip, offering gentle squeezes with his hand and arm. Julie responded by pressing into him, encouraging his escalation.

Once inside the hotel room, he firmly and gently pressed her against the wall, taking her mouth with his in earnest this time. As they kissed, the caresses gave way to gropes. Julie pushed Jeff's jacket over his shoulders. Jeff pulled down the zipper of her dress. They twirled in a growing frenzy to the edge of the bed where Julie shrugged her dress to the floor.

She looked better than the author had imagined or even her pictures showed. Her very full breasts were barely restrained by her lace bra. She was slim with very lusty curves. His preconceived notion of elegance was not betrayed, either. As she fell to the bed, she showed an expectant look, one of hunger but not blatant wantonness. Her tits heaved as she breathed heavily with anticipation. The curve of her calves was accentuated as she parted her legs.

Jeff was eager to experience this girl. He stripped naked while taking in all of her elegant beauty. Her face had always stood out amongst Cheryl's friends. She would definitely be the inspiration for one of his lingerie fantasies some time; she would be exquisite in a waist cincher and two-tone Cuban heel stockings. Right now though, the author was amazed at the natural appeal she presented, kind of like the very sexy girl-next-door.

Julie surveyed him, starting with a longing gaze at his hard cock. She continued her appraisal up his slim torso, finally coming to rest gazing in his eyes. "Make love to me," she invited.

Crawling between her legs, he took her body in a full embrace, skin to skin. She was strongly writhing beneath him, dry-humping his full erection between her legs. Jeff kneeled back, pulling them both upright on the bed. If this encounter started as a simmer, she was now boiling. She pulled her panties to the side to reveal her engorged pussy lips to his shaft. She ground her pelvis into his while she continued to kiss and then blatantly lick his face. She lifted herself slightly and reached down to grasp his cock, positioning it at her pussy.

"Forget making love, fuck me," she urged as she sat down on his dick.

"Just like I imagined," he said as he gasped at her tight pussy sliding down his shaft.

As she bottomed out on him, she was overwhelmed with the urge to cum. Her arousal had been building and an orgasm was low hanging fruit. She rolled her hips forward and back, nudging her clit against his pelvis. The feeling of his dick filling her and having her clit rubbed pushed her over the edge.

"Oh my fucking god! You're making me cum!" she moaned as she tightly rocked against him. He pulled her hips down, helping her to keep a firm lock on his body. The harder he held her, the harder she squirmed.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" she cried as she couldn't decide to continue the ride or get off. He wasn't giving her a choice. He rocked back into her until she limply whimpered her satisfaction. When she caught her breath, she developed a wicked glimmer in her eyes and pushed him on his back. Still impaled on his dick, she planted her hands on his chest and rolled her hips in a circle before climbing off of him. 

"THAT deserves a treat. Or two. Here's the first," she tempted as she took her panties off. 

She quickly and tightly gripped the base of his cock with only her thumb and finger like a cock ring, standing it straight out from his body. She could feel it immediately get harder - did it get longer when she did that? - and she buried her face between his legs and took both of his wet balls in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and gasped for air as she released. 

Taking vengeance on the cock that delivered such glorious torture to her, she engulfed it to the base, forgetting for a moment that she wasn't quite accustomed to deepthroating. She gagged a little, but kept at it. Jeff didn't help; he thrust his hips to meet her mouth. 

Julie grabbed his ass to encourage him, digging her fingernails in rhythm to his thrusts, each bringing a little gag. She backed off just enough to release a stream of drool over his cock, then gripped the base with her whole hand. She jerked and sucked, even teasing his ass, for the sole purpose of driving him crazy.

"Take it easy, baby. Why don't you plant that cunt on my face?"

"Mmmmmm, I like it. It's so juicy right now," she mewled as she prepared to sit on Jeff's face. She crouched again to take his cock, then let out a low moan as she felt his tongue tease at her ass.

"Oooooh fuck... You naughty bastard! That's another treat I have for you. Make it wet!"

He managed to work two fingers into her very wet pussy while he fucked her ass with his tongue. With each thrust of his hand, she groaned around his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. Jeff pulled back and spit, delightfully shocking Julie. Now sufficiently wetted in her pussy, he removed his fingers and started pushing through her anus. She was prepared but it always caused her to howl.

"Oh god, yes!"

The spit and pussy juice were more than enough to go knuckle deep and Jeff began pumping Julie's ass as she gorged herself on his dick. She became more voracious with each thrust, sucking and gagging with abandon.

"Get me ready! One more!" she demanded.

Jeff eagerly wet his forefinger and slid it in with his middle finger. Julie moaned low and hard, pressing her face and chest against his body, as she moved her ass up in the air.

"Spit on my cunt! Make it really wet!"

It was a tricky maneuver, but Jeff managed to keep his fingers pumping her ass while he nibbled and licked her pussy. Then, he pushed her off of himself then the bed and took her to the sofa. He planted her doggy style, with knees on the cushions and her hands on the arm of the couch. She gripped the upholstery tight in anticipation of the invasion.

Even with the warmup, Julie was always apprehensive about a cock going in her ass. She was eager, begging for it, but that first entrance always caught her hard. She reached a hand between her legs to soothe herself on her clit. 

Rubbing hard, she demanded, "Fuck! Take my ass!"

Centimeter by centimeter - remember: the author is Canadian - he nudged his rod past her tight ring. She grunted in pain and pleasure as his cock slid in to the base. She quickened the pace on her clit and was soon demanding movement.

"Come on, baby. Fuck me with that thing."

Jeff gripped her hips and began rocking in and out of her. He felt new pressure against his dick as Julie slid two fingers inside her wanting pussy. They both grunted and moaned as he assaulted her ass, pressing her chest into the arm of the sofa. 

As Julie wailed her ecstasy, Jeff began thrusting harder. With each pounding, she was pushed further over the edge of the arm until all that was left of her on the sofa was her ass and legs. She steadied herself with her hands on the floor, crying out at each thrust of his cock into to her now tender ass. The fullness in her ass and pussy was incredible and she tensed in anticipation of the wave about to engulf her.

"Damn it, I'm cumming! Fill my ass with your cum!"

The author loved filthy encouragement and it nudged a wave of pleasure through his cock. He pulsed inside her as he could feel Julie tighten her hold on her pussy. Jeff growled in return and the two lovers - or was that "lusters? - came together, on and in each other, convulsing in pleasure. 




Cheryl... Meet the Author Ch. 01



Both of them were sweating and Julie's hair was a mess. Jeff stroked Julie's back until she decided she needed to be upright. He grasped her under her arms and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her neck and caressing her tits.

Cheryl would be disappointed; those tits were supposed to be fucked.



Cheryl... Meet the Author Ch. 02



Julie was late. As she said her goodbyes to Jeff, she lingered over a hug only to look at her watch.

It was 5:00 and Sylvia was going to be pissed off. They were supposed to meet for an early dinner and there was no way she would make it by 5:30.

She got to her car as fast as she could and hit the expressway. Yeah, Friday traffic, everyone trying to get home or away. It was busy. She managed to pull up to the restaurant at 5:50 and ran in. She gingerly sat down, acutely aware of her tender ass, out of breath and a bit flustered. Sylvia couldn't help but notice the care with which she sat down.

"I'm so sorry I got tied up Sylvia! I couldn't get away."

"What were you doing and why is your butt so sore?" Sylvia was letting a myriad of possibilities form in her head. She didn't like being kept waiting, even by her friends.

"Ummm, that? I'm not sure. Sitting too long maybe?" Julie was at a loss as to how to sidestep Sylvia's observation.

Sylvia was particularly perceptive with people. She had grown up having to look after herself in a rough neighborhood and was astute at picking out a motive or weakness. She also got a sense of power, having leverage over a person, even her friends. She loved them dearly, but it was almost predatory, if only to protect them from themselves. 

"You're late because you just had sex, didn't you?" Sylvia asked with a critical gaze that pierced Julie's resolve.

"What? How could I possibly...?" Julie stammered.

At that moment, the server came and Julie was relieved to order a glass of wine and ignore Sylvia's question. Sylvia noted the relief and pounced on her again after they ordered.

"I didn't know you liked anal," Sylvia pressed.

"Sylvia!" Julie objected.

"Where were you?" Sylvia continued to interrogate.

Julie knew it was no use. Sylvia wasn't going to let up on her. "Carson Suites," she relented with an embarrassed blush.

"Who was it?"

"No one you'd know," Julie answered evasively.

"Look, Julie, I know you girls pretty well. Don't fuck with me. Now the question is, who ARE you fucking with? I know that Jim is working. You aren't doing something stupid, are you?"

"Okay," Julie relented. "You know that band we're going to see this weekend?"

"Yes."

"Cheryl knows one of the guys in the band, the bass player. They'd never met in person before a couple days ago, but they connected on this erotic story site. He writes stories for her to masturbate to."

"Masturbate? Why? I thought she couldn't handle Ted as it was," Sylvia was getting curious.

Julie sighed. "I don't think you're going to like this," Julie went on. "Cher gets turned on by stories about her friends."

"What? You mean like you, me and Tannis?"

"Precisely. The two of them work out ideas, he writes stories for her about the ideas. If they're good enough to make her cum, he posts them to the site."

"Stories about US on the internet? Fuck, that little bitch!" Sylvia was fuming now.

She paused her tirade as the server brought the wine. The two women ordered the special, some kind of fish. Neither of them was paying much attention to anything else right now.

"The names are changed," Julie attempted to defend Cheryl.

"So I assume it was this bassist/author/'what else does he do?' who took your ass this afternoon."

"Yes." Julie was now sheepish.

They continued through dinner and Julie told everything she knew, including what he was like and just how she ended up in his hotel room, ass up in the air.

Sylvia put on an air of forgiveness as they parted. She wasn't angry with Julie anymore but very annoyed with Cheryl. When she got home, she did the same thing as Julie and found Literotica, and using the ID Julie provided, found the author's page.

There they were: stories about Cheryl and fantasies that seemed to fit her perfectly. There was one thing that stood out to her and made her see red, though. From what she could see, she hadn't made an appearance in the stories except a passing reference to a phone call. Fuck Cheryl, she'd have loved to go to Britney Spears with her. The bastard completely ignored her as fantasy material.

"This is stupid. They're just stories," she tried to soothe her ego. She was looking for anything and decided to read some other stories.

She got a bit of a clue as she read a shorter story. It was kind of a turn on but jumped straight to sex. "Fake It to Make It", though, that was interesting. If in fact Cheryl was feeding details to this guy, she could see why maybe she wasn't a fixture in his stories. He liked blatant girly-girls -- lingerie, submissive, eager to please him. He did give them room to grow though. They weren't just ornaments. 

"Oh, a threesome." She became enrapt in the scene where Sonia and Vanessa surprise Dave Hunter for his birthday.

"My god! Sonia sounds just like me the first time I tried that," Sylvia thought to herself as she started to drift into an erotic euphoria, suddenly craving a stiff cock in her hungry cunt and a pussy to fuck with her mouth.

Her eyes didn't leave the screen as she used one hand to scroll and the other to tease and fuck herself. It was almost like she was in Sonia's head, watching Dave fuck their girlfriend Vanessa from behind when she came hard, shaking in the desk chair. 

After recovering from her orgasm, Sylvia was again annoyed that she had been excluded from any stories that she was aware of. She had a lot more going on than any of them and she knew how to use it better, too, she thought. 

"Hey, that gives me an idea."

*

Jeff had managed to arrange a table for six at the edge of the dance floor. The manager was happy to oblige; this band hadn't asked for much and they got the crowd dancing a lot. That was pretty decent for an opener.

His band-mates were in the club early too, doing a gear check to prepare for the last show. It was a sold out night and they needed to be on their game.

"Excuse me? Just how is it that you have a bunch of women coming to see you so far from home?" asked Dave, the drummer.

"That? Oh, Facebook," Jeff evaded.

"Facebook? Have they even seen your face? Hope they ain't from the Chicago dog pound," Dave poked more.

"If you only knew," Jeff grinned wryly.

The club filled up fast for the show to start at nine o'clock. Cheryl and her friends arrived at 8:00. Jeff was there to greet them and all the introductions were made, but for one. 

"Where's Sylvia?" he asked Cheryl.

"I don't know. She said she wasn't quite ready and told us to go on ahead. She's driving herself."

Jeff chatted with the girls for about 10 minutes when he noticed Cheryl's jaw-dropped expression as she looked toward the club entrance. Sylvia was completely inappropriately dressed for the club, but absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tight thigh length dress that formed to her hourglass shape as though it was made only for her. The neckline dropped from her shoulders to reveal just enough cleavage to attract attention but not be slutty. Underneath it all, she must have had some support because her breasts stood proudly. She carried herself with confidence as she glided across the floor in four inch heels. She was magnificent and she was intent on making it known.

She ignored the gawking and made her way straight to Cheryl and Jeff. "Is this the famous musician I've heard so much about?"

Jeff made no apology for his full length appraisal as he was introduced to Sylvia. "You're every bit as beautiful as Cheryl has told me. How long did that take?" he said with a wink.

Sylvia wanted to slap him, but quickly remembered her plan. "Oh my, such quick wit. Just like your male characters."

Jeff cast Sylvia a quizzical, amused smirk then excused himself. "Listen, you girls have a great time. I'll get to see you after ten o'clock when our set is done, but I gotta go."

It was a rollicking set and the crowd really enjoyed the show. Jeff paid special attention to Cheryl's crew as they danced, getting off the stage to join them on a couple of songs. Debbie was the most flirtatious of the group, openly stroking his chest while he played in front of them. Jeff caught the flash of a white garter strap as Sylvia did a turn and her skirt rode up her leg. She winked when she noticed that he had caught that little slip. 

The girls were a little over-dramatic with their applause at the end of the set, but they certainly did have their fun. Jeff had to pack off a bit of gear, taking it back to his hotel room where he freshened up to return to his new friends. When he returned, a couple of the band members were at the table. Cheryl was paying special attention to the young guitar player who reminded her of her husband. Sylvia seemed to be having quiet but terse words with Debbie. Jeff took off his jacket and took a seat next to Tannis. She seemed to be a carefree soul, not eager to get mired in friendship politics. She was a blast to talk to: a very sexy and successful woman who didn't seem to have any axes to grind.

Tannis turned at Sylvia's tap on her shoulder. "I think you've had enough of our friend's time, don't you? I've hardly had a chance to get acquainted." Tannis knew the sweetness in her voice was veiling a subtle threat. Sylvia was the unelected boss of this crew and very tough. That was okay though. Tannis joined Cheryl and the guitar player.

"You know, I am not as bitchy as you think I am.", Sylvia purred as she stroked his chest. "In fact, I've read some of your other stories and I really like how you handle your women. That is you handling your women, isn't it? And I like how they handle you."

"That's the beauty of fantasy. I get to be who I want or have my characters be who I want. But I have learned a lot about me through my characters."

"I do like your fantasies, Mr. Hunter. Was it?" she giggled as she shifted in her chair, unabashedly revealing for certain a white garter strap.

Just then, Debbie sat down on the other side of Jeff, attracting Sylvia's angry glare. "That was a great show! When are you guys leaving?"

Just as Jeff answered, "Tomorrow afternoon," the headline act was announced with a massive crescendo of instruments. 

Sylvia was pissed at Debbie's intrusion. She didn't even know why the little bitch was there. She and Cheryl had a falling out and Debbie was pretty rough on Sylvia's friend. Sylvia tugged Jeff's attention away from Debbie. It was difficult to talk with the band playing, but it did keep things more private. 

Debbie huffed then sat back to enjoy the performance. Looking over at one point, she noted Jeff's jacket hanging off the back of his chair. She wasn't a thief, but very snoopy. She nonchalantly reached to the exposed hip pocket of his jacket and felt a smooth card. Tugging it out, she realized it was a room access card. She smirked to herself and pocketed it. 

Sylvia was getting very close to Jeff and she was gently stroking his calf with hers. "You guys were good, but I don't really like this band. Can you get us out of here?" she persuaded.

Did he really need to say anything more? He grabbed his jacket, took Sylvia by the hand and found the waitress to settle up.

The pair made their way to his hotel, only a couple of doors down from the club. It was good to get out in the fresh air. Sylvia started talking about his stories.

"I've heard that Cheryl gives you ideas for your stories, and that she likes to use her friends. You must know a lot about us," she probed.

"You're all full of surprises. It's been fun meeting you," Jeff responded.

"Tell me, now that you've met me, don't you think I'm worth more than some passing reference? I mean seriously, REAL tits, gorgeous feet if I do say so myself. I think you've been missing out." Sylvia presented her case more as a plea than to challenge him. She knew what she was doing. 

"Maybe I haven't had the right inspiration. Plus, I have a very filthy mind and, no doubt, there are more stories to come. AND, Cheryl is a greedy, demanding customer."

"I'd loooove to read about me. How about," Sylvia paused for effect. "How about I give you some inspiration, Mr. Hunter?" Sylvia stuck her tongue out at him.

"Good play, Miss Chase, but I think that warrants some correction," Jeff adopted a stern tone.

My god. This woman, despite being a bit older, was not a bad image of his character, Sonia Chase. Sylvia was a bit more curvy and voluptuous than he envisioned Sonia, and she was blonde instead of brunette, but apart from that, she had a very elegant face and demeanor. Her ass was a little more luxurious than Sonia's, but that was a bonus. In form and attitude, she fit the dress perfectly. There was something too that was picquing his interest that he couldn't put his finger on.

"Are you going to take me for extra studies, sir?" Sylvia asked with mock concern. 

They entered the hotel and Dave reached for his key card before getting to the elevator. He was surprised it wasn't there, but he could get another. 

After a couple of minutes, they were on the elevator to the sixth floor. Far from what Jeff had heard about Sylvia, she was playing submissive to him. They walked down the hall as she had one hand snaked up his bicep and the other resting on the same arm, leaning into him as they walked. She stood deferentially as he unlocked and opened the door. 

"You were very disrespectful down there, sticking your tongue out at me, little one," he chastised as he led her into the room. 

"But, Jeff, I was only trying to show you one of my talents," she responded with a hint of mock remorse.

"It doesn't matter why. You will have to learn to channel your talents more appropriately. Take off your dress."

As the zipper came down, a flood of imagined memories washed over Jeff. At first, there was the gleam of white fabric under the dress. Sylvia shimmied the tight garment down her body revealing a white corselette adorning her torso. Combined with the garters, nude stockings and the black, ankle cuff pumps - "That's what it was!" - he was overcome with the vision of Sonia Chase undressing for a punishment at Dave Hunter's birthday. The realized deja vu was powerful. He had agonized over that whole scene, to the point of frustration, but this was the greatest tribute he could ever have received. It was way better than some lame rating.

He had to draw from his character to maintain a sense of control. He was glad she didn't see his jaw drop. Sylvia was most definitely playing him, but he would play right back at her.

"Sylvia, it would seem that you have an understanding of your place here. Bend over the bed." Jeff firmly pressed against her lower back, then using his foot, he nudged to part her legs.

"Do you like what you see, teacher?" Sylvia purred in encouragement as she turned her face toward him.

Did he ever. Her form was perfect. The dark seams of her stockings provided a path to her luscious wide ass that was peek-a-booing from under the hem of the corselette. Her pussy lips seemed to be protruding past the now wet satiny material of her panties, inviting whatever was to come.

Jeff stood to her side, and gently grabbed a handful of her smooth, soft hair. He moved his other hand over her back. He pressed firmly over the material and to her skin, at first caressing then deeply kneading her flesh with his fingers. Sylvia responded with an involuntary rocking against the edge of the bed. His hand glided down to the stocking tops, then up the skin of her thigh, stopping just short of her now needy pussy. She arched her back, attempting to gain even the slightest touch of his fingers.

"Have you forgotten? You were very disrespectful, Sylvia." At that, she felt his hand leave her skin. Anticipation gripped her and she felt what she was waiting for. The crack was firm and loud, but stung only a little. She yelped in delight. 

"I think I was more disrespectful than that, sir."

Again, the unseen hand came down, this time with a flatter palm and a tug against her hair.

"Sir! I promise to be more respectful!"

"I have no doubt you will, little one." He brought his hand down again several times. Sylvia yelped at the combined sting and tingle that overcame her round ass and plump pussy. Then the assault stopped, with Jeff's hand resting persistently in the cleavage of her ass cheeks. She felt his fingertip press over her tight asshole before it seemed to part her lips through her panties. 

Sylvia sighed at the morsel of release offered her. She rocked her hips back into his hand and this time he cooperated. She could feel the material stretching inside her wet cunt in a teasing probe that only increased her lust. Suddenly, she was released from his hold and she heard the jangle of his belt buckle and "zzzzz" of his zipper. In the briefest of moments, he was behind her and her sodden panties were pulled over an ass cheek and her pussy was filled with his cock. 

Sylvia gasped as he sunk immediately into her hole. There was no thrusting, but a strong rotation of his hips which she met with her own. She pushed her ass up in the air as much as possible, attempting to gain some relief for her throbbing clit. 

The relief didn't come. She was shocked as Jeff withdrew as quickly as he entered. He grasped the back of her lingerie to pull her to her feet. 

"Get down and suck it. I want to taste your cunt on your lips."

As quickly as he invaded her, Sylvia engulfed Jeff's dripping cock. She had barely gotten to sucking though when he liifted her to her feet again and hungrily kissed her. "Mmmm.... whose pussy do you want me to taste on your mouth, little slut?" 

By this time, Sylvia wanted nothing more than more people at her disposal. "Actually, what I want is for Cheryl to be very apologetic with me for using her friends like she has. What I want is for you to taste my pussy off her mouth."

That image threw Jeff into lust. He pushed Sylvia to the edge of the bed again, and lay her back with her legs in the air. Quickly discarding his remaining clothes, he spread her wide, revealing her open channel and thrust his tongue inside her. Sylvia moaned deeply as he lapped at her, from asshole to clit. She was soaked with his spit and easily allowed two of his fingers to slide into her. He kept a hand on one thigh while he worked her pussy with his other and she let the free leg drape over his back. He loved the thought of stockings and heels on his skin and that only encouraged his hungry feast on her wet lips and clit. Sylvia was nearly uncontrollable as her hips and legs undulated to the rhythm of the thrusts of his fingers and prodding of his tongue.

Almost without warning, she tensed against him. "Fuuuuuuck! I'm cumming!" she cried, not sure if she needed to tug him in or push him away. He pressed tightly into her, allowing no escape and she surrendered to the pleasure with a wail.

She furiously bucked against his face, smearing her juices all over his cheeks, chin and mouth. As she relaxed, Jeff slowed his pace and she flinched at each caress to her very tender clit. 

"God, I love when it starts like that! Get up here!" She tugged his head to her face and licked and cleaned all over it. Then she purred in a husky voice, "I know you fucked some of my friends, but I know that none of them sucked your cock like I'm gonna. Lie down."

Sylvia got on her knees between Jeff's legs and tipped her mouth to his balls. This thrust her lingerie covered ass in the air. She seemed to be putting on a show as she lifted her feet, raising her stocking covered legs and high-heeled feet to either side of her body. That was the erotic vision presented to him as Sylvia stuck out her tongue to lick the base of his sac. As she took a mouthful of scrotum, she reached up a hand to stroke his cock. Murmuring and slurping, she devoured him.

The sensory overload was glorious and Jeff wanted to cum. It wasn't imminent but he wanted to demonstrate his pleasure over Sylvia. He tugged her head toward him, encouraging her to take his cock again. Sylvia was eager and didn't play hard to get. She got up on her elbows and licked his shaft over its full length. She teased the tip with her tongue, winked, and took it in her mouth. She drooled over his cock with each stroke of her lips and tongue, wetting it as she gripped the base of his shaft.




Cheryl... Meet the Author Ch. 02



Sylvia's body rippled from head to ass as she bobbed. Even her raised feet bounced in rhythm to the lusty pleasure she was delivering. She was showing everything about her as she devoured him. For a few moments, Jeff thrust back at her, forcing her to take his rigid member into her throat. She hesitated as she gagged and Jeff relented and crawled out from underneath her.

They knelt, facing each other and Jeff kissed her. His hands snaked behind her and undid one snap of the corselette at a time. Her heaving tits seemed to get bigger as they were released and he pulled the straps down her shoulders. 

"Fuck, Cheryl was right. Your tits are magnificent," Jeff praised.

"Yeah, and not fake like most of theirs." Even if she was playing submissive, she still liked to gloat over her friends. She grasped and lifted her delicious globes toward him.

Jeff pushed her to sit on her haunches and he rose up. He took a palm full of spit and re-wet his cock to slide it into the tight channel she was creating for him. 

"Did you fuck Tannis's tits? I bet they didn't feel as good as these. Fuck 'em hard," she urged.

"Get them wetter for me," Jeff ordered as he thrust.

Sylvia spit into her cleavage and squeezed tighter. Again, she knew just how to play it. Her face, her tits pressed together and her movement to his fucking rhythm were an amazing erotic picture, better than any porn he had seen. As his cock crested the top of her cleavage, she reached out her tongue to the tip. She continued her encouragement, licking her lips between urgings to "fuck 'em." Jeff thrust with abandon, crashing into her on each swoop up. 

The plateau of pleasure had passed and he was on a build up again. He wanted to splatter his cum over her tits, but he had to have her pussy. Jeff pulled her up, turned her around and pushed her down to the bed with her ass up in the air.

"It's about time you did something with my pussy, you greedy bastard."

"You need some cock, slut? Want me to fill that wet hole?" Jeff cajoled her as he took the corset completely off, leaving her in her stockings and heels.

"God yes! Fuck me!" she yelled, pressing her face into the bed. 

Her pussy lips blossomed between her ass cheeks, glistening with nectar. They readily parted and consumed his shaft as he nudged the opening, then plunged in.

"FUUUUUCK," Sylvia cried. "Don't hold back!"

Grasping her wide cheeks, Jeff pumped her. Sylvia grunted in pleasure, then yelped as his hand came down hard on her ass cheek. The sting only amplified the pleasure of being filled and she craved more, moaning "fuck me, fuck me" as he continued thrusting his cock inside her pussy.

"You like being my whore? You like having your cunt stuffed with my cock?"

"Gaaaawwwd, yes!" She loved dirty talk and it went straight from her ears to between her legs. She bounced back against him, increasing the power of his pounding. Sylvia gasped as Jeff grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her head up.

"Mmm, yeah, I like seeing your pretty face while I fuck you senseless. In fact..." Jeff dismounted and flipped her onto her back. Her stockings were already riding down her thighs, now unrestrained by garters. He slid his hands under the bands and pushed them up to her ankles as he raised her legs. 

"Guide it in, slut."

Sylvia reached down to grab the base of his cock and pointed it right to her gaping cunt. He released her legs and lowered himself onto her breathless body. Wrapping her legs around his torso, she urged him to thrust with the tension of her thighs and calves. He rose up on her body, creating an incredible pressure on his shaft, but the intent was to create an incredible pressure on Sylvia's clit. She recognized it immediately and began feverishly grinding against him, locking him into her wetness with her strong thighs.

She moaned unintelligibly as she squirmed against him, her body tensing and her cunt clamping down on his dick as she came. She was impossible to restrain as she convulsed against him, keeping her clit in contact with his pubic bone, grinding hard into him.

"Fuuuuuck!" she cried as she started to go limp.

She was releasing Jeff and he began to thrust again, now on the edge of his own orgasm. Her tightness remained and she was now dripping wet from cumming. He thrust hard, intent on cumming in this beautiful bitch. Then, as if she was there guiding him, he thought of Cheryl's desires. He needed to offer her some sort of tribute since he wouldn't have been in this place if it weren't for her. As Sylvia twitched in orgasmic aftershock, he pulled out and scrambled beside her. Nudging her parted lips with the tip of his dick, he entered her mouth. Sylvia nursed his cock like a soother while Jeff pumped at the base until finally, with a twitch, he released a stream of cum in her mouth. Pulling back, he pulsed another stream on her cheek. The last big shot hit her nose. He continued to stroke himself and again put the tip of his cock to her mouth. Sylvia puckered her lips around the tip and sucked the last drops out as he firmly and slowly stroked into her.

He finally collapsed over her, breathing hard. "That's a good girl, little one," he said with a jest.

Sylvia was now out of the role she had adopted. "You canucks are better at this than I expected."

"When you have one decent day a year, you learn how to keep warm. But damn, we go through igloos when we generate this much heat."

"Be a good boy and get me a wet cloth," Sylvia pushed, falling more into her natural self.

"Bring me back a beer when you get it yourself."

Sylvia glared at him for a moment, then softened. "I get it. You're the boss. I am too though, I am sure you're aware. You're going to have to give up the reins sometime."

"I look forward to it. Beer, please."

* * * 

At the club, Jeff's band-mates made fast friends with Cheryl and her crew. They drank, danced and carried on through the headline show. There was a cycle of interaction, as the girls worked their way around the group of Canadian musicians. In the headliner's last set, things had kind of settled and Jeremy, the lead guitarist, was being entertained by Cheryl and Debbie. 

Debbie was a definite pariah in the group. Cheryl felt bad that none of the other girls wanted anything to do with her. But that was Deb's own fault and Deb knew it. Plus, she was just as happy flirting with any and every guy and musicians were a fine target for her. The guys didn't mind either; she openly flaunted her amazing tits. She was short, a little chubby, but her breasts were still firm and round and very large, for her size. She used them to advantage.

Author's note: It seems ridiculous that all of Cheryl's friends have these amazing racks. Cheryl herself has said that she must have some sort of subconscious screening mechanism to be in her crew. Cheryl is the only brunette while all the others are blonde. She refers to them as "BBBB": Big Boobed Blue-eyed Blonde. It is what it is. Lucky guy, eh? Cheryl's still my favourite though, if only because it annoys her to no end.

Jeremy was sort of a hot ticket, at least as far as most of the band went. Young, tall, long hair, but he was hapless and easily overwhelmed by the attention of a reasonably good looking woman. Still, they were having a blast. Cheryl, as always, hung back a bit. Debbie, as always, was fawning and flirting. Sometimes it was just for fun, to piss off a wife maybe, but this time she was out for blood.

"Hey, what happened to Jeff and Sylvia?" Cheryl asked, worried about what she knew was likely to be the case.

"I thought I heard them say something about going to the lounge at the hotel," Debbie lied.

"I'd almost rather do that. I like this band, but I've heard them every night now," Jeremy hinted.

"Let's do that, then. You coming, Cher?"

Cheryl shook her head to herself. "Not this again," she thought. A few drinks in her though and she was highly susceptible.

"What the fuck," she relented.

They left the club for the hotel. Deb was still working out her scheme for the key card she had stolen from Jeff. When she looked at it, she was glad she paid attention when he had mentioned the room number to Sylvia. 

"Hey, what floor are you guys on?" Debbie asked.

"I don't know about everyone, but I'm on six, like Jeff."

"Take us to your room, show us what it's like. Do you have any drinks?" Debbie just about had her scheme worked out.

*

"I'll tell you what. You get me hard again and I'll consider letting you loose," Jeff teased Sylvia. They had both gotten a drink and were sitting naked on the sofa.

Sylvia gave him a stern look but then turned her body to lean on the arm of the sofa and dropped her feet in his lap. She knew more than a few ways to be in control and she wanted him to give it to her.

"I'm game for that! Why don't you turn to face me?" she purred seductively.

Jeff was intrigued and did as she asked. 

"Open your legs for me." Again, he complied.

"Now, it seems to me that you with all of your nylon fetish, you've never shown a foot job in your stories," Sylvia teased as she dragged a perfectly painted ruby red nail over his scrotum.

Jeff flinched as she grazed one of those erogenous nerves.

"And I bet, even if you did, those feet wouldn't be nearly as perfect as these, would they?"

Jeff knew that Sylvia owned an aesthetic salon and that she maintained her feet religiously.

"They are quite magnificent," Jeff praised, without a hint of a lie. The smooth finish of skin over her size seven feet and her exquisitely shaped toes were indeed a very sexy sight. She toyed his sac with one foot and stroked against his now hardening cock with the other. 

"You want to cum on my toes, don't you, you filthy pervert," she prodded, seeking to get him very hard, very fast. She started to rub the length of his dick with the soles of both her feet, flaring her toes as she did. She started pressing very hard, her smooth skin gliding effortlessly over his rigid tool.

"Maybe you want me to make a little pussy with them." With that, she spread her knees so she could bring her soles together around him, first gently caressing then fervently pumping. As she moved, her pussy lips parted revealing her depths. Jeff began meeting her movement with his own, meeting her strokes with a rocking of his hips.

* "Why are you stopping there? That's Jeff's room," Jeremy asked as Debbie approached room 608. 

With a smirk, Debbie produced the key card she had taken. Without a word, she inserted it into the slot and opened the door. 

* "You better slow down, Sylvia. You're gonna make me cum!"

"You don't have more control than that? What kind of man are you?"

"Oh, you can be a bitch, can't you?" he smirked back at her. "I haven't let you loose yet."

They didn't hear the door, but they did hear a gasp as Debbie poked her head in. 

Sylvia was first shocked, then livid.

"You! What are you doing here?" Sylvia demanded, then turned to Jeff. "Fuck! Did you order a pork roast from room service?"

"Get the fuck in here, you dumb fat little cunt!" Sylvia was getting angrier by the second.

Debbie wasn't too sure about this now, but she also didn't understand what she was getting into. As she took a couple of steps in, mostly out of curiosity, Cheryl and Jeremy were revealed behind her.

Sylvia lost it at the site of her friend. "All of you. In here now!"

Jeremy and Cheryl sheepishly came in, letting the door close behind them.

"Cheryl, there better be a good explanation for this!" Sylvia was ignoring Debbie now. She was nothing to her. But Cheryl was her friend. This was some sort of weird twilight zone betrayal.

"How could we know you were in here?" Cheryl was grasping for anything.

"HOW did you get in here, is what I want to know," Sylvia fumed.

"Actually, that's what I want to know. It's my room," Jeff interrupted. "Sylvia, stand down."

She glared at him, then went quiet. He was right.

Debbie sensed a little weakness. She had never seen Sylvia back down like that. She would quickly regret it, but she exploited what she thought was a chink in the armor. "The question is, what are YOU doing here, Miss -- or should I say, Mrs. -- Perfect?" she mocked.

Sylvia looked to Jeff, eager to pounce. He smiled wickedly at her.

"You're released, little one."

Sylvia wasted no time. She crossed the room quickly, grabbing one of her worn stockings off of the bed and taking Debbie by the arm. To Debbie's shock, Sylvia stuffed the stocking in her mouth.

"You, stupid fat little bitch, keep your mouth shut!" Sylvia warned her.

Debbie was suddenly overcome by Sylvia's ferocity. She didn't dare defy this woman and she stood still and scared.

Sylvia went to the door to set the privacy lock and came back.

"There'll be no more interruptions. Now, Cheryl. Why do you insist on hanging out with this cow?" Sylvia demanded as she strutted back into the room.

"She is a lot of fun and..." Cheryl trailed off.

"And what? She has treated you badly. You don't deserve that and I am not always going to be around to save you."

"Well, she is pretty hot," Cheryl replied with uncertainty at the weak answer.

"This is hot? I've seen suckling pigs that turned me on more!" Sylvia raged as she ripped open Debbie's blouse.

"Oh my," Sylvia was overcome at the sight of Debbie's full, round, flawless tits. Even in her bra it was evident that they were incredible. "Dumb fucking little slut. Don't even know enough to keep yourself in shape?" Despite her proclamations, Sylvia couldn't help but admire Debbie's rack. Her tits overcame a lot of sins. She hid her admiration well, though. "You're turned on now, even," Sylvia mocked as she slapped Debbie's boobs.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she snarled at Jeff as he took in the beautiful globes over Debbie's chubby belly. The author had seen pictures of them in bikini tops, but the lace accentuation showed them off better than he imagined. 

"Sylvia, you gotta admit. They're very nice. Wouldn't they look good with a cock between them?"

"Cheryl's into that. I'd rather have a cock between mine and apparently, that would satisfy my little bitch pimp friend, too," Sylvia scowled back.

Cheryl noticeably twitched at the thought of her friend's tits covered in cum.

"Y'know what, Cheryl? You owe me." Sylvia didn't say for what, exactly, but continued. "Get naked!"

"What? You can't be serious!" Cheryl gasped.

"Dead serious. You interrupted a good time. Now, you're going to be a part of it." Sylvia then added for effect, with a glance to Jeff, "Right?"

Jeff was trying to hide his amusement. As much as he didn't expect anything like this to happen, nothing that was happening was a surprise. To Cheryl's credit, she had a pretty good handle on her friends and had conveyed it well over their chats.

"Yes, uh, mistress," Jeff agreed with a smirk. 

"Actually, YOU undress her. Cheryl isn't getting out of this without a piece of you."

This was going to be good.

The effect of Sylvia's orders went far beyond Cheryl's imagination. She was leaking noticeably, at least to her. She started involuntarily kegeling as Jeff reached to pull her t-shirt down. She was glad she wore a pretty bra. Out of her friends, she had the smallest tits, but they were certainly not little nubs and went nicely with her small frame.

As much as her insides were in a horny turmoil, her body had not yet shown its response to what was happening. She stood motionless as Jeff first undid her belt, then jeans and worked them down her legs. She wore a red satin thong to match her bra and she looked delicious. Jeff's appreciation of her did not register as she became more immersed in the rape that Sylvia was most assuredly going to order.

"I'm sure he's going to take good care of you, Cher. I've got other fish to fry. Bass player, look after my friend."

"Speaking of that, did you at least bathe that smelly cunt, you dumb bitch?" she snarled at Debbie.

Debbie had been too afraid of Sylvia to remove the stocking from her mouth. She mumbled indiscernibly as Sylvia turned her attention to Jeremy.

"You. Guitar player. What have you got in there?" she pointed at his crotch. "Show me."

Jeremy had no idea how this whole scene was going to escalate, but he too was intimidated by this Sylvia that he was seeing. She was completely different from what he witnessed in the bar. He had those kind of looks that naturally attracted women, but he relied on them too much. He had not had to up his game and that was now a liability for him. He could do nothing but obey. 

Jeremy stripped his shirt, looking to Jeff for some kind of reassurances but the bass player was engrossed with Cheryl.

"Get on with it!" Sylvia commanded.

Jeremy pulled his shoes, socks and pants off to Sylvia's gruff pleasure. "It'll do, if only for her," she sneered as she looked toward Debbie. "Get that fucking thing out of your mouth and give him a blow job. He played good tonight. If you do a good job, maybe he can fuck you."

This was turning out better than Debbie thought. At least she was going to get something and the guitar player was more than acceptable for her standards. "Can I have something to drink? Please?" Debbie asked tentatively. 

"I guess so. He'll probably have to suffer through your dry cunt so might as well let something be good. Jeff's beer is over there," Sylvia pointed toward the coffee table.

Debbie, being who she was, was not going to give up the opportunity for a lay. She loved "putting on the porn star" and immediately attacked the task with gusto. After stripping her clothes off, she got to her knees in front of him, hefting her heavy, round boobs toward Jeremy. Her nipples were already sticking out, enhancing the view of her perfectly round areola. She teased the tip of Jeremy's now hard cock with one, then the other hard nub. Grasping the base of his shaft with one hand, she slapped her tits with his dick with a satisfying crack. Jeremy gasped as she licked from the base of his balls too the tip of his cock before engulfing him fully. This slut was voracious and practiced. 

She knew she had him. Looking up, she could see he was wallowing in the pleasure and that satisfied her. But she could also see that there was a lack of control and it was likely he would shoot off before she could get what she wanted. She pulled back, giving a little less enthusiasm to the task at hand and mouth.

Sylvia looked over to see that Jeff had Cheryl bent over the bed, splaying her ass cheeks with his hands, bobbing his tongue between her pussy and asshole. Cheryl was overcome, submitting to the pleasure. Sylvia was happy that she could both use Cheryl this way and that her friend was enjoying it immensely. With the appreciation of a job well done so far, she crawled up on the bed, spreading her legs around the brunette's head. She shuffled her big ass toward her friend's face, nudging Cheryl's face up with her pussy. 

"You owe me, you little bitch. Make me cum!" Sylvia demanded.

Overhearing what was going on and knowing Sylvia's true nature, Jeff gave an assist and pressed his face and hands hard against Cheryl's ass, urging her into Sylvia's cunt. She loost her bearings in the abrupt assault and she took a moment to compose herself.

"Get the FUCK on with it!" Sylvia ordered impatiently.

Cheryl was no stranger to pussy and this was no time to hesitate. Sylvia would make her pay if she didn't tackle the demand with enthusiasm. Sylvia's lips were already blossomed with her nectar, and the first lick was a musky reminder of just how horny the dominant blond bitch was. Cheryl indiscriminately began licking and sucking at all parts of the blonde's juicy cunt as Sylvia rotated her hips against Cheryl's face.

"That's it, you conniving little whore! Eat my pussy. Make me proud."




Cheryl... Meet the Author Ch. 02



Sylvia turned to see Jeremy looking dumbfounded at the display on the bed. "What are you looking at you little jerkwad? Mind your own fucking business!"

"Slutcunt, you don't deserve it but get on your back and let him, no MAKE him, eat your pussy. His leering is distracting me."

Debbie stood up, drool on her chin, and reached up to grab Jeremy by the head. She pulled him down with her, dragging his face across her tits and chubby belly before she settled on the floor with her legs spread wide and the guitar player's head between her thighs. Debbie laid back, hooking her thighs across Jeremy's back and used her legs and hands too pull him into her now aching pussy.

Satisfied with the change of action, Sylvia turned her attention back to Cheryl. "That's a good girl. You've done this before haven't you, you little carpetmuncher?" she praised as she rocked her hips into Cheryl's wet face.

Cheryl murmured in the affirmative as she continued to devour her friend's super-smooth flesh. The pleasure she was getting from the ass and pussy rimming was driving her to insatiable heights. She was horrified that she was loving this so much.

Sylvia reveled in the control; nothing made her wetter and more aroused. Soon, she was thrashing uncontrollably against Cheryl, cumming loudly. "God, YESSSSSS! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried as a slight gush wept across Cheryl's eager mouth. 

Sylvia's excitement emboldened Jeff and Cheryl was suddenly shocked at the pressure of a finger against her wet asshole. As it suddenly plunged in, and the assault on her clit increased, she was herself overcome with orgasm. She could no longer devote herself to Sylvia's cunt. Instead, her face slid across the blonde's slit in rhythm to the face and finger fucking that she was receiving. Moaning loudly, she succumbed to the intense pleasure as Sylvia pulled her tight.

Neither Debbie nor Jeremy could see what was going on but the lusty racket drove them to a fevered pitch. Sylvia could see that Debbie was now almost ready to cum and she wasn't about to let that happen, at least yet.

"Bass player. You think you got it in you to give my friend the fucking she deserves?" Sylvia implored of Jeff.

"Certainly, mistress. How would you like her done?" Jeff smirked. Never in his life would he have thought that this whole situation would play out like it had. 

"Wipe that cheese-eating grin off your face!" Sylvia commanded. "I have something in mind. Lay her back on the bed, spread her legs and fuck her standing up."

Jeff turned Cheryl over. Cheryl submissively rolled, opening her thighs and cunt. There was no use fighting it since she was the one who started all this. Jeff teased her clit with the head of his dick, forcing it against her. Cheryl's recent orgasm only heightened the sensation and she craved more. Reaching down, she pressed his swollen tip toward her drenched hole, then tugged him in with her legs. 

Sylvia returned to Jeremy and Debbie. "Fuck, guitar player, you give up easy," she mocked. "You've been a good little boy so I think you deserve that disease-ridden bitch's cunt. Do you want to fuck her?" 

Jeremy nodded, still overwhelmed by Sylvia's authority. 

"Good. Doggy style. Make it hurt."

Sylvia watched as Jeremy flipped Debbie over, onto her hands and knees. "Spank her!"

Jeremy gave each cheek a sound smack before grasping his dick to push it in her. Debbie tensed as she was invaded, pressing her chest against the carpeted floor. Sylvia wouldn't admit it, but she was undoubtedly impressed with the shape and firmness of Debbie's tits as they squished out from between her chest and the floor. 

"Pound her hard, you little wimp. Fuck her like a man, if you've got it in you," Sylvia mocked. 

Glancing to Cheryl and Jeff, Sylvia's bloodlust was boiling. Jeff was evenly thrusting into her, giving her the length of his cock. Cheryl's head rolled back while she stroked her clit.

Sylvia wanted in on that action. She was barely bi-curious and the thought of wearing a strapon on another woman was repulsive to her. But she could have her cake and eat it too, with the help of their new friend. With a devious stare at Cheryl, she stepped behind Jeff. 

"Don't stop," she urged as she pressed against his back, matching his rhythm. She moved in even closer as she stroked his chest. "Let me fuck the little bitch with you."

Sylvia's firm, heavy tits mashed against Jeff's back as she stroked his chest, then grasped Cheryl's ankles. "She looks like such a delicious little whore like this, don't you think?" Sylvia purred as she spread Cheryl wide.

"She's fucking beautiful. But..." Jeff paused. "She's always been my favourite."

Smiling inside, Sylvia put on her anger. "This fucking cunt is your favourite? She's just a hanger-on, riding on the coattails of me!"

With that, Sylvia put her back into it and drove Jeff to furiously pound into Cheryl. Sylvia slithered her hands down to Cheryl's clit and pushed her hands away. 

"You deserve this, you deceptive little whore. Favourite, my ass!" Sylvia glowered at Cheryl.

The insults only fueled Cheryl's lust as she received a fucking from both her newest and oldest friends. That Sylvia was aiding her pleasure was a major bonus and she received it with increasing lust. 

Jeremy was focused on Debbie's plump, round ass as he drove into her. Debbie however, while engrossed in the pleasure of the fucking, was enthralled by the scene she could see at the edge of the bed. Sylvia was such a hard-assed bitch and it turned her on to both be abused by her and to see Cheryl being dominated too. She raised her chest off the floor to change the angle of penetration.

Sylvia noticed the different movement and was further awestruck by Debbie's gorgeous round tits as they escaped the confinement of the floor. She was irrationally but palpably angry that the little slut could be blessed with such treasures.

"Guitar player! Turn her over on her back. Put a pillow under her ass." Jeremy complied.

"Bass player. You ready to cum yet?"

"Encourage me," Jeff prodded.

"See those tits over there? You wanna cum on them, don't you? You're just a whore like the rest of them. Fuck my friend hard until you're gonna jizz. Then blast it over that slut's tits."

Sylvia's purr in his ear was driving Jeff nuts. She knew how to work a man and the bass player wasn't immune. Having the luscious blonde tight behind him, matching his thrusts into Cheryl's cunt while Sylvia directed was too much. Jeff pushed away from Cheryl. By the time he reached Debbie, his orgasm had receded and he pumped his cock as he knelt over her. 

"Cheryl, spit on his cock," Sylvia commanded. 

Cheryl leaned in, catchy the fragrance of her pussy as she spit and drooled over his dick. She dragged her fingernails over his balls while he abused his cock for Sylvia's pleasure. 

"That's it! Soil those tits with your cum! The little slut wants it!"

Debbie did want it. Having her pussy pounded while her boobs were sprayed with jizz was the hottest thing she could imagine right then. 

Jeff grunted as he could feel the tingle being generated by Cheryl's fingers. The sensation spread up his shaft with an explosion of cum, aimed right at Debbie's nipples. Two jets landed across them before Sylvia took his cock and aimed it at Debbie's face. The last dribbles landed on her nose.

Cheryl released Jeff's balls and began fingering her self. Watching the cum drizzle over Debbie's tits with Jeff's cock twitching over the slut's face was all she needed to push her over the edge. She collapsed against Sylvia as she dug her hand deep in her pussy, whimpering as she came.

Sylvia was very satisfied that she was able to help Cheryl cum but was watchful of the situation. She noticed Debbie reaching her tongue out to Jeff's dick for the last drops of jizz and quickly interrupted with a slap to the slut's face.

"You will NOT touch him with your bodily fluids. I am not sending him back to Canada with one of your diseases!"

Jeremy wondered just what was going to happen to him, and then wondered why Sylvia didn't care about his health. Oh well, he'd come this far. What difference would a few more strokes make?

Sylvia noticed the twist in his face and the tensing of his body. "Oh. Guitar player is going to cum! On the slut's face!" she ordered.

When Jeremy pulled out to lean over Debbie, Sylvia had to wave Cheryl off. "I'm serious. None of her juices on you, either."

Cheryl was taken aback. Was Sylvia just being a bitch or did she know something? She was in position to disobey so she kept her hand in her own wet pussy as she watched Jeremy jerk off while Debbie sucked at the tip of his engorged, pussy-slickened cock. It was only a few strokes and the guitar player let a huge stream of pearly rope into the slut's mouth and on her face. His load was twice as big as Jeff's since he hadn't had any release since he left Canada and it made Debbie gag as she tried to catch it all. 

"Fuck, she is an eager bitch, I'll give her that!" Sylvia heartedly praised before reverting to her selfish, dominant self. "You two, get dressed and get out of here. I need time with Cheryl and whathisname." 

Jeremy and Debbie knew better than to dally and went into the bathroom together to get cleaned up. Sylvia made some small talk with Cheryl and Jeff as they finished and put their clothes on.

"Wanna go back to my room?" Jeremy tentatively asked Debbie. 

"Yeah. You didn't finish me off. Do it right this time."

"You piss me off, you little bitch. That was pretty sexy but why on earth did you bring that cunt up here with you?" Sylvia launched into Cheryl.

Cheryl didn't need to say that she was just following; Sylvia knew. 

"Go easy on her, Sylvia. You know Cheryl's committed to your friendship. You've gotta admit, this whole thing has been a little 'Twilight Zone'," Jeff consoled. "Let me get us beers."

"One thing I'll say, you could've done worse than picking this guy," Sylvia concluded.

"I suppose. He's an annoying dork sometimes though. I don't know what it is about the Canadian language but half the time I don't even understand him," Cheryl deliberately teased. "Can I put my clothes back on?"

"No. You two are still my bitches. Bass player, Jeff that is, show us a little appreciation for all the fun you've had."

"I guess I can sleep on the plane tomorrow."

*****

Waiting at the airport for his flight was a heady and surreal experience. Cheryl accompanied him as if they were old high school buddies. The past several days had been an expected surprise to both of them but they constantly shared amused glances of recollection as they talked. For both of them, it was as if the pages of his writing had come to life; it was foolish understatement to suggest otherwise. That the encounters changed their worlds forever was exaggeration, but it certainly felt that way. Certainly, it would change the gs between them. Nobody was moving anywhere; they both had their own lives. Neither of them had ever shared secrets on such a level as this with anyone else and a very tangible bond had been formed.

"You gonna at least let up on the pressure for me to write?" Start joked.

"I dunno. This all may get me through the next three weeks before I need some fresh blood," Cheryl exaggerated, but it was only a little. They both knew that she'd be poking and prodding sometime soon, probably to put these events down for "future reference".

"Hey, have I mentioned that Julie has a college age step-daughter?"

"Fuck, that girl knows how to push my buttons," Jeff chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her goodbye.