Living with Cherrie…
A long, rainy working day came to its end as John tiredly climbed the last few steps to his apartment. Unlock, towards the fridge, grab a can of beer, and relax. That’s what he thought his evening would be like, just a plain Monday evening. But as he walked past his roommate’s dormitory he saw the pink thong. Smiling he suddenly knew, this night was going to be long, for wouldn’t be able to sleep, not until she told him everything ‘bout her lover! “But never mind!” John told himself and continued to the fridge, complete today’s tasks, that’s the important stuff. Anyway if Cherrie picked another cherry, well, that was her business.
Cherrie definitely was hot, not only had she one of the cutest butt’s one could imagine, no, she was gifted with some gorgeous breasts too, just the right amount of delicious tanned skin, filling a strong lovers hand. At a height of 5, 5 feet and long brunet hair, she was so perfect; it was a screaming injustice that she didn’t really like men. Still, John got rock hard whenever he saw her naked, which happened quite often, ‘cause she never seemed to care whether he saw her or not, sometimes she’d even let her door open when she had a girlfriend with her. As most men, he went wild when he saw two lesbians licking and sucking anything they could grab, and not join in! She loved to tease him whenever she could. Sometimes she’d even expose herself in public, when she was sure he was the only one that could glare at her sex, and grinned when he stumbled, or dropped something or even worse, ran against someone or something.
Today was different; she had closed her door, even marked it for him. Even is she hadn’t, it was pretty hard to ignore the noise escaping from her room.
John dropped himself on the couch, zapping on TV. He tried to think about something else as two gals having sex, which was quite difficult, especially as he could hear the results of his roommate’s skill. After some minutes the moaning turned to screaming. Excited, John listened, for he knew exactly, that someone was going to be very satisfied pretty soon. Hopefully he peered at the door, eventually, there might be the chance he might catch a glimpse of the festival taking place. Of course he had watched his roommate sometimes, when she had accidentally or on purpose left her door open, but never when she had closed it. It never seemed right to watch without being invited. Sneaking a peak would be nice though, and hey what would she do? She wouldn’t mind, would she?
Without further consideration, he stood up, finally realising that his member had built a huge tend in his jeans, lusting for attention. Smirking, he quietly walked towards the wooden door. It was open, just a little, but enough to peer into the room. A moan caught his attention, and as he silently took a last step towards the door, he could see a girl, lying on her back on Cherrie’s bed. That was not Cherrie, and neither was the second girl, that had her face buried deep between the legs of the first, obviously kissing her most private parts. A shadow lay over wide parts of her back, but he could see that it was a lovely image of beauty, which continued to an even higher quality as his view went further below, to a full, and softly shaped back. From his position he couldn’t see the firsts’ face, for that part of the room lay out of view, but from the shacking of her body, he knew, she was close to the edge. Her perfectly tanned skin shimmered in the darkness and her big breasts showed some small markings, as if someone had kissed them just a little too hard. Her heavy breathing was a clear signal to everyone around, she was definitely very pleased with what her lover did. By now John had lost it, he just couldn’t stand this view and totally forgot anything apart from what happened on that bed.
As his eyes got used to the darkness within the room, he realized, that what he thought a shadow, was in fact a tattoo! What it pictured, he couldn’t quite get, but it looked like some kind of shade running from the backside of the seconds’ shoulders around her left waist, he could only guess where it might lead, if you turned her around. He opened the door just little more, and was presented with an even better view into the room, no, there was no one else present, so where was Cherrie? “Who cares”, John decided smilingly and decided just to enjoy the show, which men would ask for a third lesb, if he was watching two already! He could feel his dick’s pulsing, hell was that a sight!
As he still wondered where his roommate might be, he was pushed out of his thoughts by a loud scream escaping the licked girl, accompanied by a sudden muscle movement, the first girl came, loud and hard. But that didn’t stop the second from enjoying the fruits of her work, she just continued licking. John was fascinated by this, he never saw someone with this condition in pussy-eating. But after some minutes, the girls on the bed shifted positions, clearly they were on it for quite some time now, for the pungent smell of girl cum lay heavy in the air, and as the former-licking girl rolled over, he got a clear view on the first’s cunt, her swollen lips, dripping with her own juices and her shiny pink little friend was red. She must have had a great time, for she was still breathing heavily as she lay down next to her girlfriend. Soon she began her turn, as she slowly started nibbling her partner’s neck. She worked her way around and began kissing her stomach, just down to the navel, and up again, finding a now erect nipple with her teeth. A soft mourn escaped the now receiving girl, winding in pleasure. The giver turned her attention now to several toys lying around on the bed. She finally took a small vibrator, just enough to drive her girlfriend wild. John couldn’t see what exactly she was doing with it, but, what he did see were the consequences that this special attention had on the second girl, her breathing started to catch speed, and as John could see, enjoyed. The humming tone of the vibrator was fading as the girl started to moan seriously, for now the lover’s hand sank below between her girl’s thighs, until suddenly the hum disappeared. The lover just dropped it and began using her own tools, mostly her hands, and her lovely tong. She was twirling it around her girls’ breast. Teasing her, just to hear another moan, just to give what she had received first.
At this point John finally recognised what the tattoo was, a black dragon winding around the second girl, it came to the front at her left hip and continued further down and finally ended in the dragons tong, just above some tiny triangle of pubic hair, John smiled, some days ago, a friend told him about this kind of thing, he had called it, “the-way-to-fuck-me-point-triangle”, and before he knew what he was doing, he started laughing. At once, both of the girls jumped, surprised by the interruption. John was absolutely embarrassed, what was he thinking?! Probably, as all horny men, as much as nothing. For sometime no one said anything, until some small hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around slowly. “Well, look who we have here”, said a very well known voice. He looked her directly in the face, seeing her angry expression, he suddenly realised: “I’m in big trouble this time!” Then she just smiled, “May I introduce Jane and Charlene?” Both of them looked pretty embarrassed, the thought of an unknown male stumbling into their little party was obviously disturbing them. John too was humiliated, getting caught while sneaking a peak on two friends of his roommate… Again, John wondered, what he had been thinking. He took a closer look at Cherrie, realizing she didn’t wear anything but a small pink top, again he smiled, he was quite sure were the rest had been left behind. Her breasts were delirious as ever, and the fact that she had a completely bold pussy completed the picture of a hot, sexy girl loving slut. But this time none of the three girls could miss at what he was grinning, his sight was too fixed on Cherrie’s thigh. “Never sneak on girls without permission!” they yelled in unison. Man, this night was going to be even longer than he figured, John thought. And he was as right as hell is burning.