For Abby it was a high water mark in her sex life, and her finest moment since Alien had laid this weird leech on her. A few days ago, Abby would've put Cheryl's name at the bottom of the list of people likely to help her with her leech. Everyone feared the judgments of the cool New York girl. Now she bucked to glory under Cheryl's pink eager tongue. Abby's insides seemed to twist and flower and pulse as the wicked, daring tongue dug at her asshole and drove the excited nerves to an orgasmic trigger.
"I can't staaaaand-awww, aaaaa," Abby bleated, quaking before the white hot boil in her belly.
Cheryl reveled in the girl's distress at losing her voluntary motions in coming orgasm. She drove her tongue harder and frigged Abby's clit with steady, rhythmic strokes so that the girl's erotic parts had no choice but to cream. Abby gave spastic jerks of her body and began to cum.
It was a wild orgasm for Cheryl, too. For the first time she realized that assholes also quaked at the time of spending, as Abby's sphincter throbbed lusciously against her tongue at the same moment that Abby's empty cunt squeezed and Cheryl's fingers detected deep, muted sex throbs in the buried network of nerves.
"Yuh, yuh, yuh," mewled Abby with a barking sound of pleasure. Everything tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as she hung in the purple world of orgasm, light years away from worldly cares. Finally she tapered and went passive under Cheryl.
Cheryl lifted her head and patted the soft buttocks, totally relaxed now as Abby entered her dreamy after-sex euphoria. Curious, Cheryl prodded at the hole she'd just reamed to see what it felt like. To her astonishment, the soft sphincter caved in and her finger penetrated into the warmth of Abby's ass tunnel.
Imagine feeling inside someone else's butt, like a doctor or something! A child maybe yes, but a full-grown sexed-up adult. Abby only made a pleased murmur as Cheryl, fascinated, continued to explore, finger sliding over mucous tissues, sensing wet warmth and slickness. Just like a second cunt. Cheryl drove her finger as deep as it would go, then used her free hand to ride her own clit, feeling around inside her roommate's body.
"Aaaahhhh, God!" went Cheryl, opening and thrilling and rising to her heights.
Abby slowly, obediently, fucked on her finger in this odd, taboo sex play and Cheryl fell forward with a groan of pleasure to nibble the young, creamy flesh of Abby's buttocks as she came herself, using her finger like a cock in the redhead's bowel, Cheryl brought her legs together and spent gloriously in throb after throb of tribute to this new sex thrill. They were truly sisters now, having shared this kinky episode.
When Cheryl finished, Abby rolled over on her back and smiled up at Cheryl.
"We're going to make a great team," she said. "I'll help you get back the Gypsy. I'll help you get rid of your hang-up, too, even if we have to seduce every guy on the campus. Are we partners?”
"Partners!" laughed Cheryl as she slid her nude body on top to Abby's nakedness to hug and kiss her with feelings of warm affection…
It was late afternoon of the next day when Cheryl met Spider Strawn, hot on the trail of the necklace. Spider was Tom's roommate at the frat, the guy who'd asked for Salt to take to the Chem Lab where he worked. He was also the owner of the infamous vibrators and the whips that Cheryl had met in Tom's room.
Abby could only help Cheryl by getting Tom Talbot off Cheryl's back. Tom thought he was in love with Cheryl and called her at breakfast to try to make a date. He wanted to meet her at lunch, or in the afternoon, or that evening.
"There're such things as classes to go to and time alone to study," laughed Cheryl, pleased but not willing. She liked Tom well enough but didn't think it was love on her side. "The professors say you've got to spend three hours of study for every hour of lectures, and I'm a little behind.”
He threatened to come and set up a vigil on the Delta Rho lawn until Cheryl agreed to spend some time with him.
"I'll cool Tom," said Abby. "I'm afraid of Spider anyway. He has a wild reputation among all the sororities. It'll probably take all your New York cool to control him.”
"Bring on the tigers," laughed Cheryl. She felt much better in this new, close relationship with Abby. It was the first time since coming to Brighton University that she felt she had a close friend.
Spider turned out to be a long, lanky young man with a quite handsome face and beautiful dark hair. His eyes were dreamy, romantic. He wasn't at all what she'd expected after talking to him on the phone. He seemed harmless enough, serious and almost shy in person.
"Got a big day today," he told her. "Got an important four o'clock class with Professor Richardson Foster. He's my advisor and also my boss in the Chem Lab.”
"Maybe I could meet you at the Chem Lab and get back Salt," she told him.
"No, meet me before class in the Chem Building," he told her.
The Chem Building always smelled forbidding to Cheryl. It was foreign territory to an Art Appreciation major such as herself. However, she showed up at the appointed hour.
To her astonishment, Spider seized her wrist and began to walk her into the classroom. She yelped and pulled back, pointing out to him that she wasn't registered into Professor Foster's class.
"I can't even stand the smell of all the chemicals in this building," she told Spider. "It reminds me of a drugstore or hospital.”
"That's to keep out ugly girls, but you're not. Foster won't mind. Besides, you have to do it if you want to get back your little wood vibrator.”
His pull was insistent and she found herself walking in with him. The room was large-one of the theatre type lecture halls where the seats rose up from a sunken platform. The back of the hall was gloomy. Spider shoved her into a seat high up and near the back. The class was small, about a dozen young guys clustered down front. However, back here in the gloom she noticed several other couples sitting well apart from them, like scattered couples in a movie theatre.
Right on the dot, as a bell rang, Professor Foster came in from a side door down below and began to lecture. He was as tall as Spider, but had white hair and a prominent nose. His voice tended to sound singsong, a monotone punctuated by emphasis when he whirled to the blackboard behind him to make chalk marks-formulas.
Cheryl thought it was a little neat. She'd heard about some of these informal classes. No attendance was taken, and the professor had no idea as to whether the student was registered or not and probably didn't care if they weren't. It was getting something for nothing, so she tried to listen, but all the chemistry talk about alkalines and salts was above her head.
Suddenly she gripped Spider's arm. "That boy-that girl-”
Back in the gloom near them a guy had bent a girl's head back over the seat and kissed her. He had a hand on her throat and Cheryl could actually see pink tongues, his diving into the girl's mouth and the satin gleam of saliva. There was absolutely no sound.
"They're French kissing," she hissed.
"Fancy that!" said Spider. "Look over there.”
She spun her head to gasp again. Another couple, only this time the two bent forward in the gloom, as if seriously studying something in each other's laps. The busy movement of arms sent a thrill of horror over her.
"Spider, they're-they're-" she gasped.
"Hold on, baby!. Don't freak. It's just a humdrum dat at Foster's salt lick, as we call it. The old boy's nearsighted. Everything up here is a blur to him. The only rule is-don't make too much noise.”
As she sat there transfixed, she felt her hand captured by Spider's and forced into his lap to grab his finger… finger? His COCK! She almost jumped out of her skin. Spider had undone his zipper so quietly she hadn't heard it. He was hard; now he closed her hand over firm, warm cock meat.