Chapter 307: Charity Devereaux, 36, Open Mouth...

Charity Devereaux had set her alarm for 4 in the morning. But she woke up, smiling, a few minutes before it went off. Bathroom, breakfast — one cup of coffee only. Mirror-check — several times.

Before she left, she made sure Chris’s alarm was set. He was sleeping on his back, his face looking so young in repose. The sheet was tented up, but she resisted the temptation to peek. She tried to respect his privacy and she expected the same courtesy in return.

At the City Dock, she was in for a surprise — two surprises, actually. Darlene Pellerin was there with Ray-Ray and CC. Everyone knew that Darlene was now in charge of pussy.

Cherry thought, “Am I one of Darlene’s girls now?” Oh well, she’d think about that later. After.

But the bigger surprise was when CC said, “Cherry, this is Slim. Slim, Cherry Devereaux.”

Cherry had seen the woman around town. The sexiest girl in town — that was the consensus. And Cherry wouldn’t argue the point. The woman exuded that mysterious something. Her dark eyes sparkled with it.

Cherry didn’t feel like she, herself was suddenly homely — she knew how good she was looking these days. But, holy fuck.

All of that was racing through her subconscious while her inner voice was shouting, “Slim is going to watch her son fuck me?”

Cherry was still trying to digest the news when the boat pulled up to the Bayou Bar. It was a short ride, but a different world. Cherry was startled to see the size of the crowd — not bothered, just surprised. Later, she figured everyone wanted to watch a city girl get fucked, but more than that Slim and CC were from the Cajun Bayous — they were like royalty, come back to pay a visit.

Wendy quickly did Cherry’s makeup. While Cherry tried to be surreptitious as she checked out CC and Slim. My God, the woman was stunning.

Tall, tan all over like CC, perky little tits, taut butt, and a tiny slit for a pussy. Cherry glanced at CC — he was gloriously erect, smiling comfortably with his mother. Chatting with Sinéad. With Darlene and Ray-Ray.

He sensed Cherry’s gaze, and winked cheerfully at her. So at ease.

A couple of minutes later when Ray-Ray had his cameras arranged, Slim took Cherry’s hand and led her over to the bed. It wasn’t until that instant that Cherry realized — it would be a threesome!

Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed. She hadn’t been with another girl since she was a sophomore. Two senior girls had targeted her, culled her from her circle of friends, and seduced her. Cherry had been thrilled to be with the older ‘in’ girls, but it hadn’t been very sexually rewarding. Mainly, they had her licking pussy most of the time.

That memory flashed through in a nanosecond. Mostly Cherry was in a state of mild shock. There was a roaring noise in her ears.

Then Slim lay down on top of her. And kissed her. That simple kiss — soft lips, a gentle tongue — both calmed Cherry down and galvanized her libido. Suddenly, almost instantly, she wanted Slim. Needed Slim.

CC wasn’t forgotten — Cherry’s world had contracted to two people — Slim and Cherry. She was vaguely aware of the appreciative murmurs from the crowd, but soon even that faded away.

Slim learned her body even more quickly, more surely, than CC had. Cherry lost track of time. She had surrendered, without the formality of even thinking about it, to Slim. Completely to Slim.

It wasn’t that the woman was toying with her — although she certainly could have. No, Slim was experimenting — trying this, then that, then returning with a variation on a theme.

She could make Cherry orgasm, no question about that. But Slim seemed more interested in playing her like a violin. She could bring Cherry to the very edge — and keep her there, quivering.

Cherry had been proud that — as excited as CC got her — she had never begged him for anything.

Now, she had lost control. Or, more accurately, had never had it. She heard herself — without a shred of embarrassment — pleading with Slim.

“Please, please, please.”

She wanted more. Then she wanted to be released from the cycle. Later, watching the video, she realized that Slim had taken her to the point where even Cherry didn’t know what her “Please” cries meant.

Then, in the middle of an orgasm, Cherry felt Slim guide CC into her. It was too much. And not enough. It was like Slim was inside Cherry’s body — controlling her breathing, her pleading, her pussy.

Slim and CC were like ballet partners — they worked Cherry so smoothly, so effortlessly.

When CC finally pulled out, he came in Slim’s mouth. Cherry stared at the woman, knowing instinctively that she would be snowballing.

When Slim paused, her face an inch or so above Cherry’s, Cherry moaned and lunged up — hungry for her share.