Cherie finds the love of her life and is presented with a dilemma
Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. This is the fourth chapter of the 'Mating Rituals' series -- it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1, 2 and 3 first (and why would you not want to do that?).
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At the feel of the soft breast capped with a nipple, Cherie recoiled in shock, all attempts at silence gone. She reached up and turned on the bedside light to see two heads on the pillows, Jared's and another with long blonde hair. Both came awake with a start as the light shone in their eyes.
"You bastard, you lying, cheating bastard," screamed Cherie as she reached across the woman's body and pummeled Jared's face and head, the only parts of him that were exposed above the sheet. He quickly grabbed her wrists and held her as she continued to shout abuse at him, the owner of the blonde hair cowering away from this unknown mad woman.
Eventually Cherie ran out of words and threw herself on the bed, sobbing her eyes out. Jared tried to console her but she was inconsolable and brushed him away every time he tried to touch her. After a long time she stood, covering her naked body as best she could with her hands, and told Jared in no uncertain terms that if she never saw him again it would be too soon. She then strode from the room, dressed and drove herself home.
Once there she went straight to her parents' room and sat on the bed telling them about what had happened.
"Oh you poor darling," said her mother, stroking her hair and holding her close, "That was terrible. I just knew there must have been a reason why you didn't move in with him. Poor honey."
"Thanks, Mom," sobbed Cherie, "Please just hold me tightly."
She did. Lance realized that Bel was much better at the initial consoling than he ever would be, but that after she had regained her composure a little she was sure to want some physical lovemaking and he was ready and willing to help out with that. And so it proved to be. After half an hour or so Cherie shrugged her mother's attention aside and snuggled in next to Lance.
"Please make love to me Daddy," she said, reverting to her more childish form of address.
She was still fully clothed so Lance had the pleasure of slowly removing her clothing, unwrapping her as he would a precious gift as he caressed and kissed each and every exposed piece of skin as he uncovered it. She felt for his cock and let out a small cry of delight as she found it was hard and ready. Once she was naked, Lance felt between her legs, feeling her lubrication flowing profusely. He made to turn her onto her back but she stopped him.
"No, Daddy, I want to ride my pony tonight," she said, much as she would have when she was a child and had a wooden horse.
Lance acquiesced and Cherie spread her legs across his hips and lowered herself down onto his cock just as she had done many times for Jared. As she rode back and forth, feeling his cock head moving deep inside her and her clit being crushed and released between their pubic bones, tears ran down her cheeks as she released the anger, frustration, regret and feelings of betrayal following her discovery earlier in the evening. She realized how much store she had put on continuing and developing the relationship she had with Jared, but in the end it was all for nothing. She would never be his bride, never be the mother of his children. What was the point of it all? What was the point of life? If she was to be treated like a slut if she tried to attract men, then they treated her like so much garbage to be disposed of when she finally gave her heart to one man, then was there any point in trying to find a good man anymore?
She felt her orgasm rising to match her anger and she began far more aggressive movements, as though she was trying to destroy her genitals, those wonderfully sensitive and erotic parts of her which caused her so much heartache, frustration, grief and pleasure. She reached her climax and threw her head back, releasing her pent up anguish in a long shrill scream as she came on her father's cock, feeling him cumming in the depths of her body, his warm cum, which had helped create her many years ago, being dispensed as though a balm for her despair. She collapsed onto her father's chest, panting for breath, and fell into a deep sleep even before her breathing had returned to normal.
Jared tried to contact her the following morning but she would not take his calls or answer his texts. He even visited her but she told her mother she would not see him and he was barred entry. During those days the outgoing, vivacious, enthusiastic young woman who had been full of joie de vivre, died and in her place was a staid, more mature and far more serious young woman, focussed on her studies, finding a career and staying away from men, except her beloved father. She changed her wardrobe, wearing 'sensible', sexless clothing that would hopefully deter any young man who had any inclination to ask her on a date.
Cherie's new persona attracted a different group of males. Instead of those who were after a quick sexy romantic evening with little commitment, she found she was being approached by more serious and studious males who treated her as a real person, with a mind of her own and were keen to discuss ideas and to hear her thoughts. She found she really enjoyed this change and her grades improved due to her lengthy debates with learned people which enabled her study time to become far more productive.
She accepted a few dates from studious, often bespectacled young men who took her to pleasant restaurants and the occasional evening dancing. These evenings usually involved academic discussions pertinent to their studies and invariably ended with a hug or a chaste kiss as her latest escort delivered her safe and sound to her door. On several of these dates she would have quite happily jumped into bed with her partner but these males seemed to be relatively sexless; at least, that was the impression they gave, appearing to be more interested in their studies than in more physical activity between the sheets. Fortunately there was always Lance, waiting for her to come home, accepting her into his and Bel's bed and making sweet love to her when she felt the urge, which was several times a week and usually after her dates in particular.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" asked Bel one day after several months of sexless dating.
"Keep what up, Mom?" asked Cherie.
"You know, accepting dates from men who seem to be unable or unwilling to take the relationship further than a first date and chaste kiss at the door?"
