Archive-name: Dreams/sheryl.txt
Archive-author: Standby
Archive-title: Sheryl , Part 1 thru 7
By way of work, I program for a guy who runs a side
business out of his house. The pay's not great, but the hours
are flexed to my schedule (meaning I can hit the beach in the
summer), and the environment's cool. I can wear shorts and a t-
shirt if I want to, and play Mettalica at high volume. This guy
has daughter who's about 3 years younger than me. Since she just
graduated from college, and the job market basically sucks, she
lived at home, and since I'm there most days I see her fairly
often.
Sheryl is about 22, or maybe 23. She's a good 6 inches
shorter than my own 5'10", and you could call her plump if you
were being charitable. She's more than a few pounds overweight.
Much of that is, I'll grant you, in the right places...she has
rather nicely sized tits (although not excessively or
unrealistically so...they just look alot bigger on her because
she's so short), but then again, the rest of her is just as
large. Her ass is oversized, her legs are heavy, her stomach
kind of sticks out...even her face and hands are well-padded.
Mind you, she's not grotesquely fat...just about 20 -30 pounds
over where she should be, and she makes up for it by being really
cute, with kind of dark auburn hair and very dark green eyes, and
an infectious smile that you'd want to grab and kiss..
Now, naturally, I (being the terminally horny soul that I
am) fantasized about Sheryl whenever I had a free moment or was
waiting for a compile. Sheryl would be dressed in something
loose, like a robe, which I would pull open. My mouth would work
its way down to her tits. My tongue would roam over her nipples
as I pulled on the little stiff buds with my lips. Sheryl would
moan softly as my hand ran up the inside of her thighs, stopping
to rest lightly on the patch of fur covering her pussy. I would
suck gently on her boobs as my fingers traced a path along the
edge of her slit, finally slipping between them and gathering
some of her juices to ease my way up to her clit. My hand would
rub her cunt and clit insistently as I slowly licked my way down
her body, going from tits to belly ever-so-slowly until Sheryl
would push my head down to her snatch. She would spread her legs
wider as I my tongue joined my hand in stimulating her.
Finally, she would hold my head firmly and start grinding her
cunt into my face. I would read around and grab the cheeks of
her ass and start fucking her with my tongue. Eventually, Sheryl
would have a massive orgasm and collapse into a chair, smiling,
with her eyes half-closed.
She would reach up and undo my jeans and pull out my
cock. Her hand would wrap around the shaft and she would start
to rub up and down. Her mouth would move forward, tongue out, as
she jerked my prick. After teasingly pretending for what would
feel like forever, Sheryl's tongue would make glorious contact
with my dick. It would be warm and wet as the tip slowly worked
its way up from my balls to the head. Her lips would gently
circle the tip, letting just a tiny fraction of my cock enter her
mouth. Her tongue would swirl around the head as she brought up
her tits to rub along the shaft. Her nipples would be erect,
and the floppy breast tissue would give just the right amount of
friction as she wrapped them around my cock. My cock would
slide back and forth between those pale orbs as Sheryl kept them
pressed tightly around my pole. Sheryl would work her tongue
around the tip of my cock as she fucked me oh-so-slowly with
those big tits. Her nipples would tickle the shaft as her mouth
tickled the head. More and more of my cock would be entering her
mouth, until she was only able to rub her nipples along my balls
as she sucked me. Sheryl's tongue would be hot and wet and
rough as it worked around my cock. I would reach down and grab
her head for support as I started thrusting my stiff prick into
her face. Sheryl would open her mouth wide for my cock as it
drove forward into her face. Her hands would be reaching around
and playing with my ass, with her fingernails just tickling the
hole. Finally, it would be too much for me to take. I would
drive my cock deeply into her mouth and hold her there as thick
streams of cum would spurt down her waiting throat, and then she
would smile at me and lick her lips with a sperm coated tongue
Now, things went along like this for a few weeks. When
things were slow, or I felt like goofing off, I would use Windoze
to create fairly graphic BMPs of my fantasies with Sheryl. I'm
OK with a mouse, and with practice, I could put together
something that was recognizably her (especially when the file
names where things like "SHRTITFK," "SHRDLDO" or "SHRANAL"). I
didn't worry too much about using the computer this because her
father hated Windoze with a passion and would never use it, and
Sheryl was, so far as I could tell, computer- illiterate beyond
Word(Im)Perfect and Windoze Solitaire. Besides, I would back
them up to floppy and delete the originals on a regular basis.
Often enough (like when she was parading around the house in a
short bathrobe and nothing else that I could see), it got me hot
enough to play with myself as I worked on the PC. Since I was in
a big chair in a closed room, and was almost always alone in the
house, it was no big deal, I thought, and I was too fucking horny
to let it wait.
Anyway, one day when I was alone and super horny, I was
working on my master BMP...latest in my series of Sheryl sucking
a cock which I always meant to be mine. This particular one had
her mouth open and her tongue out to catch whatever spurts of cum
had missed her face. So I was sitting there, looking at this
picture of Sheryl, and just _had_ to have some release. What the
fuck, I was alone, so I pulled out my cock and started to rub it.
I imagined that Sheryl was kneeling on the floor in front of me,
with her shirt open. Her tits were large and full and coated
with oil, and she had them wrapped around my stiff rod. Oh yes,
I could almost see them as my cock slid in between the pale
globes . I could just about feel them as Sheryl pressed them
tightly around my rod. My stiff prick slid forward as Sheryl
came downward. "God, Sheryl, your tits feel so good! God,
Sheryl, your tits feel so good, God, Sheryl..." I just couldn't
stop repeating it as she moved her tits over my cock.
Her nipples stiffened under the caresses of her fingers.
I felt Sheryl's tits press harder as I fucked them faster and
faster. Sheryl looked at me, her eyes half closed in ecstasy.
"Go on...cum on my tits, " she moaned. And then the sperm shot
out, catching her in the face and running down over her nipples,
in a warm stream that ran down my cock onto my hand. The warmth
and stickiness brought me back to the reality of the office. It
was a huge cum, and I needed to run to the kitchen to grab a
paper towel to clean up.
So I'm standing in the kitchen, with my pants open and
an enormous amount of cum all over my cock and my hands. It
dripped off my hands onto the counter as I reached up for a paper
towel, and all of a sudden, I hear the door to Sheryl's bedroom
open. Sheeyit! She was home the entire time! I had just about
got my cock stuffed in my pants and closed them when she walked
into the kitchen.
"Hi!" She was wearing a pair of shorts and a white tee-
shirt. It was fairly obvious from the way that her tits bounced
around that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were just
about showing through. This was enough to have my cock instantly
swelling up again, which was, given how quickly I'd stuffed it
into my pants and how much cum was all over it, a fairly
uncomfortable feeling.
"Howdy," I replied, blushing furiously. "Just came in
for a paper towel to dust off the screen."
She nodded. "Yeah, it did look dirty." I smiled, agreed
and left as fast as I could. I went as fast as I could to the
office. Motherfucking hell! I'd left the door open, and Sheryl
had to walk past the office to get to the kitchen from her room,
and there was her face sucking a spurting cock in glorious
seventeen inch SVGA. She _had_ to have seen it, if only in
passing. As I reached up to the keyboard to erase it, I was hit
with a double whammy...my hand was still dripping with my cum.
This really fucking sucked. But in some way it was exciting,
knowing that she had to have seen it, and had probably heard me
as well. Sheryl didn't say a word about it, though, but later
in the afternoon when I dared emerge and go back to the kitchen,
I noticed that my cum had been cleaned off the counter.
Needless to say, I was a whole shitload more careful from
then on when I fantasized about Sheryl. When Sheryl's car wasn't
there, I physically checked to make sure she wasn't home by
knocking on her door if it was closed. If she wasn't, then I was
alone and almost anything could go. I could grab her panties out
of the hamper, sniffing deeply for traces of her pussy, and I
could jerk off into them. I would wrap them around my cock and
stroke, imagining that it was Sheryl's cunt tightly wrapped
around my cock. With each thrust, I felt my prick sliding not
into the thin cotton, but the silky smoothness of her tight
pussy. I was always careful not to actually shoot into her
panties, though. I didn't need to try and explain that one, for
sure.
I also continued to make my BMPs. I had accquired enough
skill with the mouse to make them semi-realistic by this point,
and was getting more ambitious. My latest effort was a series of
Sheryl and myself sixty-nining. She was on top of me, with her
enormous tits pressed up against me. My hands were grasping her
ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her moist crack and tight
asshole. My tongue was deeply pushed into her pussy, and her
juices were liberally coating my face. Sheryl had one hand
cupping my balls, and the other wrapped around the shaft of my
rod, jerking me off. Her tongue was busy licking the swollen
head of my cock.
I just had to pull out my cock and start jerking off. I
closed my eyes and my own stroking fingers became Sheryl's
tongue. It ran up and down the length of my prick. It ticked
my balls, and traced a moist line up the underside to the head.
It flicked around the hole, and then she engulfed my cock in her
hot, wet mouth. Sheryl bobbed her head up and down over my
cock. I could feel her mouth wrapped around my pole, and I was
saying to her "Come on Sheryl...suck it...suck it." And she
did, until orgasm overcame me and I poured out my balls. As usual
when I fantasized about Sheryl, large amounts of cum shot all
over my hand. This time, however, I cleaned up quickly, just in
case she came home unexpectedly.
Part II: Cumming in Fits and Spurts
A few weeks later, I was doing my work as usual. Sheryl
was home, just hanging out, coming in every now and again to ask
questions about something-or-other, and I thought she was even
deliberately brushing up against me. I put that down as an
oversexed imagination talking, because Sheryl was wearing a short
bathrobe, tied very loosly. It was obvious that she wasn't
wearing a bra under it, because her hefty tits were bouncing
around like crazy, her nipples showed very clearly through the
thin material, and every now and again the robe would open up
enough for me to see in. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked
like Sheryl wasn't wearing any panties, either, because I could
see an awful lot of her ass (of which, we must remember, there's
an awful lot).
So, I was working away, distracted as all shit, and
Sheryl called me in to the living room because there was
something she wanted me to see on the TV. I saved my file, and
popped in to a wet dream come true.
Sheryl was lying o nthe sofa with her robe open. Her
tits were a little bigger than I had imagined (as was most of her
body), and they were flopped to the sides, glistening with some
kind of wetness. She for sure had no panties on, either. She
had less cunt hair than I had thought, and it was a little
lighter than her hair, so I had a nice view of her twat. Her
pussy lips were not at all prominent and one finger was tracing a
line up and down her slit. She was looking me straight in the
eye with a look that could best be described as "come fuck me."
I had absolutely no idea how to react. I mean, half-a-
hundred fantasies were one thing, but actualization was something
else entirely. My dick, on the other hand knew exactly what to
do, and instantly started swelling up inside my jeans. I
instinctively walked up to her.
Sheryl reached up and lazily massaged the bulge in my
pants. "I saw all the stuff you did on the computer," she said.
"I bugged me when I first looked at them, but then I started to
like it." All the while, her fingers were keeping up an
insistent up-and-down pressure on my cock. She was driving me
crazy, and she knew it. Her hands drifted up to the button.
"Now," she said, "I want it for real." She undid my jeans and
pulled them down. Her hot little hand wrapped tightly around my
prick and stroked it, and the other traced a lazy line from her
cunt to her nipples. That was what was wet! Sheryl had been
rubbing her pussy cream into her tits! That thought alone was
too much of a turn on and I started to thrust my cock into her
fist. Sheryl kept her hand moving on my cock and moved her other
hand back down to her snatch. Her finger strokedup and down over
her clit. Then she said, "I watched you jerk off...I want to see
you do it again."
"Huh?" I was lost, both in confusion and in a sea of
sensation from watching her play with her pussy and having her
hand rubbing my cock. I could feel her rubbing her fingers in
the pre-cum oozing from my excited prick, sliding her palm up and
down the shaft.
"Look..on the TV." I looked around. There I was, large
as life and sitting in the chair with my hand moving up and down
over my cock. Well, partially...only about half of my dick was
on the screen. My other self was stroking pretty fast and
whispering, "Come on Sheryl...suck it...suck it." My stroking
hand moved faster, my body stiffened, and a thick spurt of cream
shot out of my cock. I wavered between embarrasment that she had
managed somehow to tape me jerking off, and arousal that she
wanted to watch me.
Sheryl let go of my cock, grabbed the remote and started
playing with herself more vigorously. She had two fingers
playing with the folds of her cunt as she rewound the tape back
to where I first pulled my cock out of my pants. Then she let it
play and started to play with her tits as well as her cunt. Her
hand moved faster over her snatch and clit. "I want to see you
do it," she breathed raggedly. "Jerk it for me."
Watching Sheryl masturbate was an incredible rush, and
didn't do anything to hurt my raging hardon. I grabbed my cock
and started to rub it, just as she had been doing moments before.
As my fist rubbed up and down over the shaft, Sheryl fixed her
eyes on my dick. She wanted a show, so I had to give it to her.
I squeezed my cock, letting the drops of pre-cum gather on the
tip. Then I started to rub furiously, letting it drop onto her
legs. I grabbed my balls with my other hand and started to play
with them as well. Sheryl was starting to looked very sweaty and
very dazed. The fingers on her cunt were moving faster, and she
started being rougher with her nipples.
Watching Sheryl fuck herself with her fingers like that
was a guaranteed way to really get me going. Sheryl had her legs
spread out wide, and she was really going at her snatch in full
force. She was doing her best to make herself cum, I could tell,
and it was just too much for me to watch. I stroked my cock
faster and faster. I could feel the sperm boiling up,ready to
shoot out. I moved closer to Sheryl and rubbed my cock with both
hands. I wanted to say to her, "Sheryl, look, here's what you
wanted!" but all that came out was "Sheryl..." That gave me a
sudden thought of Sheryl secretly taping me, and that pushed me
the final inch to orgasm. A thick load of cum spurted out of my
cock and landed on Sheryl's belly. Another pull of my hands
brought another spurt, this one making it to the base of her
tits. My final squirt didn't go nearly as far, instead landing
on her stroking hands and her bush.
Sheryl had watched this display, and started moving her
hands upward to mix my cum with her pussy juice, rubbing the
slick mess over her quivering tits. I dropped to my knees and
immediately moved in to lick and kiss her dripping snatch.
Sheryl's cunt had a tangy, salty flavor. I moved my tongue up
and down rapidly over her clit and brought my hands into play. I
started stroking the folds of her snatch with my fingers, letting
them slowly slip inside of that tight tunnel.
I fucked her slowly with my hands while my tongue rubbed
up and down her slit. Sheryl started rocking her ample hips back
and forth, getting close to cumming. I slowed down, not wanting
her to cum too soon, but she grabbed my head and held it to her
snatch. Her hands were slick and sticky with her pussy juice and
my cum, but she still managed to hold me mouth right at her cunt.
Sheryl rammed her pussy into my face and started grinding against
me. I slipped my index finger out of her twat and stroked around
her puckered ass. She was too busy fucking my face to object, so
I began to work it up inside her, slowly backing it in and out
until it was jammed deeply into her.
Sheryl let out a slight cry, almost a cross between a
moan and a scream, and held my head in place over her clit. I
licked furiously, ready to make her cum. And cum she did,
massively. Her entire body shook around me, and I was lost in
the taste and smell of her cunt as waves of orgasm rolled over
her. When the shaking subsided, she let go enough for me to
start licking my way up her body. It was a mess, coated with my
cum and her pussy juice and sweat. Yet I lapped it all up
eagerly as I worked my way to her tits, sucking lightly on the
firm nipples, and finally ending up kissing her full on the lips
with a mouthful our mingled juices. Sheryl's tongue worked on
mine, tasting herself and me as we relaxed.
Part III: A Hard Act to Swallow
Sheryl and I lay there for a moment, just kissing. When
we broke, I rolled off her and stroked her face. Shery smiled at
me. "Thanks."
"No problem," I grinned. "If I knew weeks ago, I would
have been just as happy to do it for you then."
Sheryl gave me a sexy sort of look. "You should've. But
I didn't know then, and when I found out what you were doing, I
wanted to see it and it took me a long time to get the tape."
"How did you get it, anyway?" I was curious, since I
didn't recall jerking off while Sheryl stood there with a camera.
"I hid my dad's camcorder in the boxes in the corner
before you got in and waited. That was the only good tape I got,
though."
"From now on, Sheryl, you can watch me jerk off whenever
you want. You can even help."
"I want more than that. I want good tapes, and I want
you to tape me too. I got so fucking horny watching that tape.
I mean, I thought it was sort of a turn on when I caught you with
cum all over your hand, but I knew you were jerking off and
thinking of me and that got me really hot. What I want is to be
able to watch you and watch myself whenever I want."
The idea was exciting. Sheryl wanted to make her own
porn, and she wanted me involved. This gave me a cock-raising
idea.
"Sheryl?"
"Hmmm?"
"If you want some good tapes, how about if we tape the
files I made?"
"You mean hook the VCR to the computer? That's no fun."
"No, no, no. I mean, we can act out the pictures, as
long as it doesn't bother you to much." I was beginning to get
hard again -- this could REALLY be my fantasies cum to life, IF
she would go for it.
"Well.." Sheryl seemed hesitant, not sure if this was a
good idea.
"Think about it for a second," I said, bringing up a hand
to her pussy, "Remember how much was all over my hands?" I
began stroking her clit very lightly and she nodded. "Remember
how horny you got?" She nodded again, slower this time as my
probing fingers began to invade her cunt. "Well, it was you I
was thinking about when I did it, and it did this..." I used my
free hand to guide her to my re-stiffened cock.
Sheryl grasped my prick in her hand and started kissing
me again. Her fist rubbed up and down my hardon, lubricated by
the cum that was still oozing from the tip. She rubber her thumb
in it and ran it over the head of my cock, teasing that most
sensitive part of my body with the edge of her nail.
I rubbed her pussy a little harder. Sheryl was still wet
from the tongue lashing I'd just given her, so I had no trouble
slipping a pair of fingers up inside her. Sheryl just rubbed my
cock harder and lifted her leg up in the air, rolling on her
side. She pulled my prick towards her snatch. I moved my hand
out of the way, and Sheryl started running the head of my dick up
and down the folds of her twat.
I pushed forward and my cock slipped into her cunt.
Sheryl broke our kiss just long enough to say, "Just don't cum
in me. I haven't been on the Pill since I graduated." and then
moved forward to meet my thrusting.
Sheryl's pussy was marvelous. She clearly wasn't a
virgin, and she clearly had done this often enough in college to
know what got a guy going. Her twat slid over my cock, with
Sheryl pumping her hips in opposition to my motion. We fucked
slowly, almost casually, with my cock moving in and out of her in
smooth, deep strokes.
Sheryl began kissing me deeper, and I responded in kind.
God, her body was large, but this was great. I sank my cock
deeper into her pussy, and we sort of rolled. Finally, we ended
up in a stable position, where I was on the sofa and Sheryl was
on top of my, rocking back and forth and sliding her cunt over my
dick. This left her ample tits swinging close enough to my face
that I could get my mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. I
tongued it gently, feeling the little button between my lips.
The taste of our mingled sex was still evident, and I started
thrusting even harder into her.
I felt myself getting too close. "Sheryl," I gasped,
"I'm gonna cum." I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Sheryl
slid down, rubbing my cock between her body and mine. Then she
was on her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock in her hand and
rubbing up and down, until my cock started to spurt cum.
I'd used up a hell of a lot of cum just before, so there
wasn't a huge amount of cream shooting from my cock. But there
was enough to coat her hand as she stroked me. She gently
licked my dick, cleaning me with her tongue. Finally, she rubbed
my depleted prick over her tits, rubbing whatever cum was left
over her nipples.
She looked up at me and smiled. "If this is going to be
regular, we'd better buy a lot of tapes."
Part IV: All Dressed Up and No Place to Blow
Over the next week, Sheryl and I really didn't get much
chance to do anything in a sexual way. At least, not with each
other. Her dad was home working with me whenever I was there, so
we really weren't alone, nor did I think he'd really be
interested in giving me my paycheck just for screwing his
daughter. I did videotape myself jacking off for her, including
several nice spurts of cum. The best tape that I did involved me
sitting on the chair in my apartment. You couldn't actually tell
it was me, of course, because I had the camcorder in a close-up
on my crotch, and I was limited to not moving either myself or
the camera. However, after much trial and error, I got some nice
jerkoff footage for Sheryl too look at. , Sheryl also made me a
tape of herself, so I had something to watch. Her tape was
about the same as mine, and involed her moaning and fingering her
cunt until she came. We were both getting very turned on by the
thought of taping together, so both of us wanted a taste of
things to cum.
The best part of the week was, as usual, the weekend.
Sheryl and I made a date to hit the beach, which is one of my
all-time favorite places for just about everything, and which was
sure to include some sort of sex, because the both of us were
incredibly horny from a week of watching each other's tapes. I
had my car packed and ready the night before, with everything
from my guitar and my towels to a box of condoms and sunscreen
(I've had sunburn in some uncomfortable places before, and I will
NEVER get it there again, thank you very much.) Now, the car
isn't much...it's a big ass old 73 Chevy, and it gets shit
mileage, it has no AC, and the radio has been fucked for about a
year. One thing it IS good for is sex...there's tons of room in
the front seat, and more in the back, which is one of the reasons
I keep it lying around instead of replacing it.
We got caught in traffic on the way to the beach...this
happens all the time, because a lot of people go on the weekends
(I put up with the traffic because I love the place and I know
I'll be there all day). As we're sitting there, listening to the
one station I get anymore, Sheryl is horny as all shit, and not
bothering to hide it from me. We tried to discuss how we could
tape each other. The way I figured it, the simplest ones to do
would be the ones that involved as little motion as possible, or
one of us taping the other. I also liked the idea of taping her
as she sucked me off, and mentioned it to her.
Naturally, the two of us are getting hornier and hornier.
I had this raging hardon, and I could I could see Sheryl out of
the corner of my eye, just sliding a finger over the crotch of
her bathing suit. Her legs shifted wider as she slipped the
finger inside and pulled the suit out of the way. I turned to
see her stroking her twat and my shorts got painfilly tight.
"Jeez, Sheryl, it's not fair to do that while I have to
drive."
"Oh?" Sheryl began stroking her cunt more vigorously.
The sweet smell of her pussy juice began to waft through the car.
"Is it ok if I do it this way?" She lay down on the seat and
started to stroke my hardon through my shorts. "Is this better?"
She pulled my shorts to one side and grabbed my rod.
Sheryl's plump little hand stroked my cock slowly. Her
tongue stuck out and made contact with the head of my dick.
Shit, but her tongue felt wonderful as it slowly ran down from
the head to my balls. Sheryl gently kissed the tip and started
to take my cock into her mouth.
Sheryl's mouth fit tightly around my dick as we crawled
down the road. I had one eye on the car in front of me (which
wasn't really) moving, but I mostly watched Shery's head bobbing
up and down over my stiff cock. Her cheeks were pressed tight
against the shaft as she slowly ran her entire mouth up and down.
As she was sucking me, she was still playing with her own twat.
Her fingers were sliding over her clit, and she was breathing
harder around my cock.
I started to pump my hips up and down, driving my cock
deeply into her mouth. Sheryl choked a little at first. Not
that it bother her, just that she wasn't ready for it. She
really started jamming her cunt, and I gripped the steering wheel
a little tighter. Getting a blow job while driving has always
been one of my all-time favorite activities, and having Sheryl's
tongue working on my my prick certainly fit the bill nicely.
I was brought back to reality by a honk and a scream.
There was a van driving next to us, with some guy and his girl
enjoying the show. They were clapping and cheering and waving.
The girl was reasonably attractive, albeit not too much. She
grinned and pulled her bathing suit away, flashing her tits at
me and licking her lips in an obviously sexual way. Sheryl was
too busy caught up in my cock and her cunt to really notice, but
I was going between wanting to die and getting more and more
turned on. Turning on won by a landslide, and I grabbed Sheryl's
head and held it in place over my cock. I thrust my pole into
her face and started to cum heavily. Sheryl glubbed a little,
but swallowed my cum just the same. The girl and guy in the van
started cheering and whistling and giving a blast on an air horn,
which DID get Sheryl's attention . She pulled off with a start,
leaving a line of cum and saliva between my dick and her mouth.
She turned beet red and said, "Oh my god I can't believe this..."
She went to wipe the cum from her mouth, but of course her hand
had just been stroking her pussy, so that just was more sex on
her face. She curled up into a little ball, embarrassed as hell,
with my cum and her pussy cream all over her face and hand, and
her cunt exposed.
SHERYL, Part 5
It's Not the Size of the Waves...It's the Motion of the Ocean
Sheryl's total embarrassment at having been observed
sucking my cock put a minor damper on things for the moment, so
we didn't really do anything else for the rest of the trip. But
by the time we got to the lot and parked (near a familiar
-looking van...I was pretty sure it was our audience's, but I
couldn't tell for sure), Sheryl had got over her embarrassment
enough be getting into the beach scene. It was crowded, with a
fair number of hot babes in tiny suits (and, to be fair to
Sheryl, a fair number of good-looking, at least, to my almost
exclusively heterosexual eye, guys). We parked ourselves a good
walk down the beach, far far away from the inevitable stereo
wars, just about at the old closed area that's been taken over by
the nudists. This also put us a goodly distance from most of the
crowds, so there were just a few people around us. Sheryl and I
spread out, and spend the day partying, singing (killed my
fingers on those strings...I hadn't played my guitar for 3 hours
straight since college), and generally having a good time.
So, after a long while, it started getting on towards
dusk, and the beach around us had emptied out long hours ago.
Sheryl and I were just kind of sitting there on the sand. I had
my arm around her, and we were just watching the waves. I was
the first to bring up the subject of being seen. "Did it really
bug you out that much that they saw you?"
"Who?"
"You know...in the van next to us." I leaned over and
started to kiss her neck. "I watch you all the time," I went on
between kisses.
"Mmm...no stop that! I guess...it was just so
embarrassing...but it was a little exciting." Sheryl snuggled up
next to me, and my hand naturally fell onto her breast. I was
idly caressing it through her bathing suit, feeling her nipple
stiffen up in response to my ministrations.
"You know something, " I said, "This would be a great
place to tape. Just imagine lying on the sand and having me rub
you all over with my tongue, letting it flick gently over your
entire body..." Sheryl was getting hornier by the second, so I
ran my tongue gently up her neck and paid more attention to her
breast. "...and I would work slowly down your chest, over your
belly, down to..."
I was interrupted by Sheryl leaning over and kissing me
full on the mouth. She moved a little closer to me, and I was
able to bring my other hand over to her cunt. I massaged her
through her bathing suit, and she shifted her ample thighs to let
me get at her sex.
I slipped a hand inside her bathing suit, letting my
finger tickle her fur for a moment before I slipped it down to
her pussy. It was nicely moist, and she was sliding it over my
finger at the same time her tongue was wresting with mine. I
stroked Sheryl's cunt gently. My finger twirled around her
little stiff bud, and Sheryl started sighing. I started to rub
her snatch more rapidly. Sheryl's legs spread wide on the sand,
and she was breathing very heavily.
I shifted around, laying her on her back. I bent to her
cunt, pulling the crotch of her bathing suit as far away from her
sweet snatch as I could get, and stuck my tongue into her.
Sheryl grabbed my head and held it in place. I started to fuck
her with my fingers, while moving my tongue directly on her clit.
Sheryl's pussy was sweet and salty, with the taste of the sea and
sun mingled with her tart juices.
I began a steady rhythmic licking of Sheryl's cunt. She
started rocking as my fingers drove into her slit. I rotated
them inside her and flattened my tongue directly over her little
clit. Sheryl drew in her breath as her orgasm hit her. I
refused to stop eating her, however. I began sticking my tongue
into snatch directly, pulling my fingers out of her and letting
them tickle the rim of her asshole. I slowly began inserting my
index finger into her. Sheryl gasped a little when I penetrated
her anus, but I could tell from the way she moved her hips that
she was enjoying my finger up her butt.
While fingering her ass, I kept my tongue moving busily
over her snatch. I looked up at her; Sheryl had pulled her
bathing suit out of the way and was busy playing with her tits.
My cock, already stiff against the sand, was really starting to
get to the point of needing release. I had no intention of
blowing my load just yet, so I concentrated on Sheryl's cunt and
asshole. I brought my other hand into play, so that I was
fingerfucking her ass and twat at the same time I was licking her
clit.
With the juice dripping from her pussy down to her
asshole, I was able to get enough lubrication going to start
moving my finger faster. I began to alternate my hand motion, so
that the fingers in her snatch were being pulled out as I plugged
up her ass, then reversing the process, pulling out of her
asshole while plunging deep into her pussy, and all the while
licking furiously on her clit.
Sheryl was breathing sharply, and finally she couldn't
take any more of my two-hole action. Her legs straightened out,
and her entire body stiffened up. Her pussy and asshole
tightened around my probing fingers, so much so that I couldn't
move them in or out. She let out a small scream, and kind of
collapsed. I gently kissed her cunt and withdrew my fingers from
her.
My cock was straining for some kind of release, and I was
in the mood for something a little out of the ordinary, at least
for me. Okay, I admit that it's normally done only in porn
films, but I wanted to squirt my cum onto her tits and face. And
since Sheryl was in no condition to argue (and probably wouldn't
have, even if she was!), I went with my inspiration. I grabbed
some of the sunscreen as the only available lubricant and poured
globs of it between her tits. Then I knelt on top of her, pulled
my cock out of my bathing suit and stuck it between her breasts.
Sheryl held her tits together for me, albeit weakly, so I could
slide my prick between them.
Sheryl's tits were large and floppy, so they mold
beautifully around my thrusting cock. As she recovered more
energy, she began pressing the together more firmly and started
to play with her nipple. She tried licking the head of my dick
when it came into reach of her mouth, but the taste of the sun
block stopped her from that. Sheryl looked me directly in the
eye and said, in her sexiest voice, "Come on, do it. Shoot it
for me! Cum on my tits!" Now, Sheryl doesn't normally talk that
way, and with being out in the open (albeit at night) and my
arousal at having made her cum, and having her actually ask me to
cum on her, well, that was too much for my cock to take.
I pulled on my prick, jerking it from between her tits
and stroking violently. A thick stream of cum squirted out. The
first one caught her on the chin, and the second shot deposited
more onto her tits and face. It was a marvelous release, and
Sheryl seemed to enjoy my hot cream on her body.
We were both sexed out, and it was definitely night by
this point. If we hung out much longer the Beach Nazis would be
coming around in their 4-by-4's to make sure there was nobody
left on the beach. So we gathered ourselves and headed back to
the car.
"You know," I said as we got there, "It would have been
great to have the camcorder for that."
"Oh, come on," she giggled, "We were too busy to hold
it."
"We'd a figured out something. If not, we'll just have
to try it again."
So as we're loading the car, I noticed a card stuck under
the windshield. I pulled it out and looked at it. It read "Deus
Ex Machina Video Club," with a phone number and PO Box. On the
back was written, "Jeff and Heidi, your friends in the van."
SHERYL, Part 6
The Camera Eye
Sheryl and I discussed the card on the way home, and
again over the next couple of weeks. She was more than a little
nervous about having somebody else there while we were doing much
of anything, and I was more than a little turned on by the same
thought. It surprised me, in fact, how much so, to the point
that I would try and get her to be a little more "public" than we
normally were. While I couldn't get her to repeat the blow job
in heavy traffic, I did get her to do it in sparser areas. At
one concert, I even talked her into a little hand action (I made
my point by pulling up her skirt and fingering her until she
came...nobody really noticed, and few people cared when she
jerked me off. Of course, we were under a blanket at the time,
so I'm not sure they could have seen anything anyway).
We tried a few mutual taping sessions, but the dynamics
just weren't there. When the camera was on a tripod, we had
really static action...we couldn't roll around much, which we
both liked to do. We could tape each other masturbating, which
we did frequently, and I could tape her sucking me off, but that
was about it. And we were both really hot to tape ourselves, so
we could watch what was going on afterwards.
Finally, we were both convinced that we should at least
call up and talk to these folks. Both of us were nervous, but we
were definitely ready to see what they had to offer. So one
evening, while we were over at my place, we picked up the phone
and dialed. A woman answered the phone. "Hello?" She had a
low, whiskey-and-cigarette voice.
"Hi. May I speak to either Jeff or Heidi please?" I was
sweating like crazy. I've always hated blind calls, which is why
I never made it in sales.
"This is Heidi."
"My name's...ummm...Standby." No use giving them my real
name, at least not right now. Besides, it was my common
nickname. "I got one of your cards left under my windshield at
the beach a few weeks back after we gave you a show..." I
stopped short as Sheryl elbowed me in the ribs.
The voice on the other end brightened audibly. "Oh cool,
we DID get the right car then. I was pretty sure it was yours,
but Jeff didn't know."
"It was mine, alright. Listen, I was wondering if maybe
we could get together over coffee someplace and see if we could
kind of talk face to face about this."
"Sure...let me see when's a good time." She must have
yelled out at the other end, "Jeff! Pick up the phone!" Muffled
shouts at the other end in reply, then "It's the guy we saw
getting the blow job on the way to the beach! He wants to meet
us over coffee." More muffled shouts. "I don't know...I'll
check." Her voice came back to me. "Jeff wants to know if
you'd want to meet us Friday night at Sea Dog's Dock down in
Huntington?"
Sea Dog's Dock was a club I'd been at a few times over
the years. I don't normally go to clubs because the crowds bore
me, and the music generally sucks cow piss, and they primarily
beer that TASTES like cow piss, but it was okay with Sheryl, so
we agreed to meet by the door at 9:30. That would be before the
crowds really started to show up, so we couldn't miss each other.
Friday night came, and we pulled into the parking lot at
Sea Dog's Dock at around quarter past nine. I parked in a back
corner, where we could check out the entrance. "Are you sure you
want to go through with this?"
Sheryl nodded, hesitantly. Both of us were dressed down
for the occasion. I was wearing standard jeans and a cotton
shirt, and Sheryl had on a skirt and blouse, both in basic black.
"It's scary. But it's exciting, too."
And it surely was. My cock was already straining in my
pants, and Sheryl was lightly rubbing it as she spoke. I kind of
closed my eyes and leaned back as she continued to massage my
bulging crotch. I was almost ready to cream in my jeans when she
stopped. "They're here."
I opened my eyes. There they were, our audience from the
van. They were clearly dressed more for clubbing than we were.
He was in truly hideous pants and some sort of shirt, very au
courant. She was cock-raisingly hot, however. She had on a very
short skirt and a top which was practically nonexistent. Her
hair was tossed casually around her shoulders.
"Last chance to back out." I said, opening the car door.
"Nah...let's get it over with." Her voice was ok, but
she was definitely stressed. She was silent across the lot to
the door, where we met them. We made our greetings and went in.
Sea Dog's was just about a scummy as I remembered it, but
the drinks were cheap because it was early in the night. We
scoped out a secluded booth in a back corner and sat down. I
decided to cut through most of the bullshit right away and asked
them about their card.
"It's pretty simple," explained Heidi, "A bunch of people
make tapes of themselves fucking and sucking, and we exchange
tapes on a regular basis in the circle." Jeff smiled and nodded
at her words.
"What circle?"
"Oh, that's what the club's about. There are about a
dozen couples in the club, and each week you mail the tape you
have onto the next person, and the person before you mails their
tape to you." Jeff smiled again, a little blanker this time.
"'Course, it helps if you like to fuck for the camera and the
camera operator. But the way you two were going at it on the
road, that won't be too much of a problem."
Sheryl cringed a little, so I spoke up quickly, "You
don't mind having people in the room then?"
For the first time, Jeff spoke. "We like it that way."
He sounded strained, and suddenly he stiffened up, then relaxed.
"It's hotter when people can see us, " Heidi continued.
To underscore the point, she lifted up her hand to show cum
dripping from it. Goddamn, but she had been jerking him off
under the table! She lifted the hand to her mouth and licked it
clean. Sheryl watched intently, and I could see the warning
signs of horniness in her face. Naturally, I started stroking
her knee and moving my hand up her inner thigh. "Haven't you
ever really wanted to just fuck whenever you wanted and screw
what everyone else thinks," Heidi continued as she licked the
sperm from her fingers, "and just go for it?" My hand was just
about up to Sheryl's crotch by this point. She shifted a little,
and I could feel a familiar wetness in her underwear. I slipped
a hand in and started massaging her cunt directly.
Heidi clearly knew what I was doing to Sheryl, and kept
up with her pep talk. "Fact is, there's nothing much better'n
having someone play with your cunt when you might get caught.
It's that extra edge of excitement, you know? Just to feel
things moving along?" Sheryl's horniness was definitely getting
the better of her...she was starting to respond to the talk and
my fingering, and her hand was drifting towards my crotch.
Heidi went on, in an rhythmic, almost hypnotic, voice,
"You like having him play with your pussy? I can tell you
do...his fingers are rubbing your cunt lips, aren't they? Go
ahead, Sheryl, spread your legs wider. Let him get into you.
Let him at your little hot cunt." And I started obeying Heidi's
suggestions, doing to Sheryl whatever she suggested.
Sheryl's eyes were closed, so she couldn't see Jeff pull
out an 8mm palmcorder and stand over us. I don't think she would
have cared. She was too much into the sex by this point. Heidi
pulled the table over towards her for a little more camera
space...nobody else could have really seen much unless they came
by directly to look. Sheryl's skirt was hiked up around her
waist, and her panties were thoroughly soaked. Heidi went on
directing me, and I was happy to follow along. "Ooohh...your
pussy is all wet, isn't it? I bet it's all uncomfortable in
those wet things. I bet if you ask nicely, he'll take them off
and lick your pussy for you? You want that? You want him to go
down and eat your pussy?" Sheryl nodded. "You have to say so.
You have to ask him, or all he'll do is play with your little
clitty."
"Please..." she cut off and gasped as I stroked her
clit. "Please, eat me. Lick me." She bit her lower lip.
"There, that's all better now, wasn't it? Sheryl's being
very good and polite, so she's going to get her cunt eaten." I
slid to the floor in front of Sheryl and pulled her panties down.
She spread her legs fairly wide and grabbed my head, forcing it
into her snatch.
I still can't recall a better pussy-eating session than
that one. Heidi was talking the two of us through fairly public
sex, and Jeff was following it all with the camera. Sheryl had
just about hit her "shameless slut" mode, which she only hits
when she's extremely hot. Heidi was really getting into the
director's role, as well, and it was obvious she'd talked people
through sex before.
"That's right...let him into your twat. You like that?
You like having his mouth on your clit? I bet you want his
fingers in your cunt. I bet you'd like him to finger your
asshole, too. Would you like that, Sheryl?"
Sheryl reacted with a positive sort of "Mmmm..." so I
slid one finger up into her snatch. Another slowly penetrated
her ass. The tiny, puckered hole pulsed around my finger.
"Do you want his fingers up your cunt and asshole? Can
you feel that? Does that feel good? Ask him to make it better.
Ask him to make you cum."
"Please..." Sheryl could barely speak.
"Please what?"
"Please, eat me. I want to cum."
"He's not going to eat your pretty little cunt anymore,
Sheryl. He's going to fuck you, right here and now. But he has
to get ready, so I want you to play with your pussy."
Sheryl's hands drifted down to her snatch. She began
stroking her clit directly with one, and slid 2 fingers on the
other inside herself. She began fingerfucking herself rapidly,
close to cumming. Her mouth was half- open, and she was making
little gasping sounds as her finger roamed over her little love
bud. A faint sheen of sweat covered her face. She looked
incredibly sexy, as well as sexed. At that point, the camera was
forgotten, Heidi was forgotten, the fact that we were in a very
public area was forgotten. I was too turned on to worry about
anything but sinking my cock deep into Sheryl's snatch.
Somehow, Sheryl slid to the floor and turned around. I
managed to kneel behind her and replace her pounding fingers were
replaced with my cock, and there we were, fucking like crazy on
the floor. Her fingers were working double-time on her clit, and
my rod slid in and out of her snatch like nothing ever before.
The folds of her cunt pulled and tugged on my cock as I pushed it
into her. Her nails scratch along the shaft each time I thrust
forward. Neither of us cared. I was lost in her pussy, and she
was lost in her clit.
Sheryl's clit-rubbing became more intense, and her
breathing stopped. I pushed my cock into her cunt, and her
orgasm hit her. The walls of her pussy gripped my dick in a
pulsating warmth as her vaginal muscles convulsed.
When the shaking had subsided, I started pushing into her
again. No longer intent only on her own orgasm, Sheryl fucked me
back, rocking much as possible in the narrow space. Her fat ass
wobbled with each thrust. I kneaded her cheeks, pulling them
apart, rubbing my thumb over her tiny, puckered asshole.
I was getting pretty close to cumming myself. I started
fucking her faster., ramming my cock as far into Sheryl's cunt as
I could. I could feel the sperm boiling up in the base of my
balls.
"Cum ON her, not IN her" The voice was Heidi's, cutting
partially through my impending orgasm. I couldn't focus on it. I
was getting ready to shoot, and I didn't care where. Roughly,
she pulled me out of Sheryl's tight twat and aimed my cock at
that orifice it had been so recently fucking. A hand, Heidi's,
stroked my dick lightly but insistently.
The pressure of those talented fingers was too much for
my severely horny dick to take. A thick spurt of cum shot out
and landed on Sheryl's asshole. Another pull of the hand brought
another shot, this time landing more or less directly on her
glistening pussy lips. My cum dripped down Sheryl's legs as
Heidi finished pulling the sperm from my depleted dick. Finally,
she rested my softening tool in Sheryl's cum-coated ass crack and
I collapsed onto Sheryl's back.
The rest of the night was mellow. Nobody at Sea Dog's
had noticed us (or, if they did, they didn't care enough to say
anything), so we danced, drank and learned a little more about
each other. As we were heading out after last call, Jeff flipped
me a VHS tape with a post-it attached. "Mail this to the address
on the tape next week," he said. "Welcome to the club!"
SHERYL, Part 7 -- Voyeur to the Bottom of the Sea
We could hardly wait to see what was on the videotape
that Jeff had handed us as we left the club that night. But we
were both dog-tired from hours of partying (to say nothing of
fucking), and it was late. So we put it off for a week. Sheryl
popped by, ready for a nice spell of watching some hot fucking
and sucking.
We each grabbed a drink and popped in the tape. It
opened with a shot of the beach, looking out over the ocean, and
the words
ANNE AND CARL
PRESENT
THE GROWN-UP MERMAID
floating in space, obviously put there by the camcorder's mechan-
ism. Some Disney song from "The Little Mermaid" played in the
background. The camera panned over to one side, where a guy was
lying at the water's edge, half in and half out. He was wearing
some bogus pseudo-medieval costume, some kind of tunic. The cam-
era angle made it quite clear that there was no codpiece or hose
as part of the outfit, although there was a sword in a scabbard
and a pair of boots. The outfit was made even more bogus consid-
ering the crew cut he was sporting, and the tattoo on one arm.
The guy, on the whole, looked like he'd just washed up on shore.
Out of the waves swam a woman. She was set up like the
Little Mermaid, Disney-style, complete with red hair, shell-
shaped bikini top , and a fish tale covering her from the waist
down. As she flopped up onto the shore, dragging her tail behind
her, the camera went in for a close-up of her body. She was
slim, with smallish tits, and a fairly pretty face. Her heir was
long and straight, and a little redder than Sheryl's. Freckles
were scattered along her face, chest and arms.
"Oh! A human, drowned and washed upon the shore! What a
shame!" Her voice was high, almost childlike. "What was it Se-
bastian used to say? That humans needed air in them! Yes, so if
I can blow air into him, he'll live!" She dragged herself up to
him, in the process dislodging her bikini top a little so that
one nipple stuck out.
"Now, where does the air go in? The human divers always
have a hose to breathe through, but he has none! Oh wait,
there's a hose. Perhaps I can blow on that to make him alive!"
She moved his tunic out of the way and looked down at his
cock, lying there flaccidly. She reached out and touched it
gingerly with her hand and stroked it lightly. Her mouth des-
cended towards it. Her tongue stuck out from between her lips
and made contact with the head. His dick jerked and began to
stiffen rapidly. She licked a little harder, and inch by inch,
his cock rose up, until her hands were holding a rigid, fairly
large dick in her hands. Her mouth opened up, and she took the
tip of it inside. She sucked on it lightly, the faint slurping
sound of her tongue periodically drowned out by the roar of the
waves.
She let the head of his cock fall out of her mouth and
licked from the tip down to his balls. Her tongue ran down right
around his anus, flicking around the edge. Her hand stroked
slowly up and down his stiff prick while her tongue was busy
working on his balls and asshole. She stroked gently, letting
the thin fluid leaking from his cock get all over her hands. She
nibbled lightly on his balls, and then ran her tongue back up the
base of his cock to the head.
She cirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, in an
ever-widening pattern that eventually left her with her mouth
wide open above it. With a hand caressing his balls, she took
his cock into her mouth. Sheryl and I watched as inch after inch
dissappeared inside her, until she had swallowed his entire rigid
pole. Just as slowly, she lifted her head up, until just the tip
of his dick was in her mouth. Then down, again going all the way
until she had his whole shaft deep in her throat.
Working her jaws, she pulled off of his cock, leaving a
thick strand of saliva between her mouth and his cock. She went
back to licking his dick rapidly, right around the base of the
head and running up and down the shaft to the balls.
I don't know what kind of control the guy in the sand had
to not have moved a muscle during the performance so far. I was
practically cumming just watching the blowjob he was getting.
Sheryl was already rubbing her cunt through her shorts. But the
guy in the medieval outfit just lay there, motionless. Had it not
been for the rising of his cock and breathing, you'd have thought
that he was dead.
On screen, the mermaid had released her hands and just
held the cock in her mouth. The camera pulled back a little from
its close-up, showing her removing her bikini top. Her tits were
as small as they'd seemed, giving her an almost little-girl qual-
ity. Her nipples were also small, but well formed, and were
sticking out nicely. She letting her mouth pull away from his
rod and moved upwards. Her tits were nowhere near big enough to
fuck, but she ran her nipples alternately up and down his pole.
Finally, she grasped his balls and rod and really began
to go at his cock with her mouth. She bobbed her head up and
down over him, getting just about half his length into her face,
while one hand fondled his balls and asshole.
His wall of self control was broken. His hand lifted to
caress her hair as she sucked on his prick. He began pumping
his hips up and down in opposition to her mouth, driving his rod
into her face. She worked her jaws over his cock, and suddenly,
he grunted loudly and held her head in place over his rod. Clear-
ly, he was cumming in her mouth and I could see her mouth moving
as she used her tongue and palate on him. She slowly pulled her
mouth off of his cock, now shiny with cum. She pursed her lips,
and his sperm oozed from her lips down her chin. Lifting her
fingers to her mouth, she stuck her tongue between two fingers
and ran her hand down her chin to her tits, smearing his cum on
her body. The camera followed as her sperm-soaked hand roamed on
her nipple.
The camera cut to his face. "You haved saved the life of
the Crown Prince! For this, you shall henceforth never leave my
side!"
Back to her. "Alas, I must. For you see..." She cut
off and started. "It's true! The legend is true!" The camera
panned back. Sometime in the past few moments, the fish tail had
been removed, leaving her totally nude. And I do mean
totally...there wasn't a hair to be found on her body other than
her head. Her cunt was very cleanly shaved and very visibly wet.
Her legs were slim, and there was only the slightest amount of
padding on her ass. "The Book of Atlantis says that if a mermaid
should taste the ocean of Man, she would become one of them ."
"Then you can stay with me!"
She shook her head. "No, for the legend says that the
Man must taste the ocean of the Mermaid, and that the oceans must
mix for the charm to stay. And I do not know what that means."
He smiled. "There is no problem with that. I can help,
here and now, and you will stay with me forever!" He leaned for-
ward and kissed her gently, dropping his hand to her twat. Her
eyes widened as his fingers made contact with her sex, and she
smiled and spread her legs. Two fingers penetrated her hairless
cunt effortlessly. She leaned back on the sand as he fingered
her snatch and bent down to suck and lick her small tits. The
camera pulled in for a close shot of his tongue working over one
erect nipple. His tongue moved around the little bud, and then
began a slow trip down the underside of her tit. He licked down
her torso, over her naval, and down to her waist. Even slower,
he licked down until her was just where her bush had been shaven
away.
And then there was just his tongue and his fingers work-
ing at her bare pussy.J She had a very pretty cunt. The lips
were not at all prominent, and were nicely shaped, even with the
probing fingers forcing them apart. She moaned loudly (and very
fakely, I thought). I looked over at Sheryl. She had her hand
inside her shorts and was enthusiastically fingering her own
snatch as she watched the on-screen tongue lashing.
I pulled Sheryl closer to me and started kissing her
neck. Watching sex on the screen was great, but it's nothing
like the real thing. Sheryl obviously agreed, because the two of
use were naked and playing with each other in no time flat. Her
hand stroked up and down my rod, squeezing and pulling and stimu-
lating every nerve ending. I was rubbing her clit between my in-
dex and middle fingers and bending down to suck and lick Sheryl's
magnificent mammaries.
Sheryl's nipples and breasts were warm under my tongue.
I worked on them gently, letting my mouth caress the stiff buds,
nursing off them. One hand snuck down to her snatch. While
sucking and licking her nipples, I slid a finger over her clit
and pushed it into her cunt. Sheryl began breathing deeper, and
I started working on her twat faster and faster. Both of us were
really close to the edge from watching the video, and I was
determined to make her cum first. I paid closer attention to her
clit and she splayed her legs and started pumping her hips.
"Shit, right there...no, faster...mmm....yesssss..." and her
voice trailed off. She stiffened up as her orgasm hit her. Her
snatch pulsed around my finger.
I kept my hands working at her quivering twat as I licked
my way down her stomach to her crotch. I heard moaning as my
tongue touched Sheryl's snatch, whether Sheryl's or the
mermaid's, I couldn't tell. I didn't care...Sheryl's cunt was
too tasty for me to worry about the mermaid anymore. I kissed
her lclit gently and ran my tongue slowly down her slit. The
sweet smell of Sheryl's sex wafted around me. Her tangy juice
gather on my tongue and face and hands. I used one hand to
finger her cunt. I took a cunt-juice-coated index finger and
pushed it slowly up into her asshole.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Definitely Sheryl this time,
reacting to my fingers up her ass and cunt. I obliged her by
fingering her holes more vigorously. I stopped licking and sat
back a little, just so I could watch as my fingers moved in and
out of her. I'd never really just looked at Sheryl's pussy be-
fore, not like this, not when it was in use. Her lips were shiny
with her juice, and as my fingers slid in and out of her, they
almost quivered. Her asshole was brown and puckered, tight
around my probing finger. A few sparse pubic hairs made it from
her bush down the sides of her cunt.
I looked up at Sheryl. She was staring at the TV with a
glazed look in her eye as my hands plugged into her, just chant-
ing "Oh fuck! Oh fuck it!" over and over again. I glanced back
over my shoulder to see what was going on. On screen, his enor-
mous rod slid in and out of her naked cunt. Her pussy was split
wide by his thrusting tool driving into her. He sped up, finally
pulling his cock out and jerking it furiously, holding the tip
right up against her pussy. His cum pulsed out onto her cunt.
He squeezed it out, until his cock was drained. He fell back,
and the camera went for a close-up of her snatch, slick with
their comingled juices. Her hand entered the picture and rubbed
the cum over her pussy lips and into her cunt as the image faded
to the words "...and they fucked happily ever after."
Sheryl pushed my head back down and mumbled "Eat."
I knew exactly what she wanted, but some little devil in
me asked, "What?" without thinking.
"Eat me..."
"What do you want? Come on, tell me."
This brought forth another suprise. She grabbed my hair
and held my face into her pussy and shouted at the top of her
lungs, "EAT MY FUCKING CUNT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I was rather
taken aback...this was the first time Sheryl, or any other woman,
for that matter, had ever given me such a command. But despite
my innate despisal of orders, I happily obeyed. I was having too
much fun to care about the neighbors hearing, and Sheryl was deep
in Shameless Slut mode. I licked her clit and concentrated on
the finger sliding in and out of her ass. The hole was tight and
warm. Sheryl started breathing deeper, and moaning softly. I
pursed my lips directly on her clit and sped up the fingers that
were in her asshole and cunt. Sheryl went wild and started
screaming. "Oh shit yes yes yes lick it oh god oh fuck lick it
lick it lick it fuck oh shit my ass my asshole deeper oh FUCK
FUCK FUCK!" I slid my tongue down to her asshole and ran the
tip around the rim, jamming it in where her puckered anus met my
finger. Sheryl gasped a little...I don't think anyone had ever
licked her asshole before. Wriggling the finger in her butt, I
continued to lick all around the tight brown hole, lapping up the
pussy juice that had dripped down from her twat, and began did-
dling her clit with my other hand.
That was the final straw. I don't think either of us ex-
pected her orgasm to be as intense as it was. This was perhaps
the stuff of legends. With a loud "OH SHIT!" she clamped her
asshole around my finger and jammed her entire crotch forward.
Her legs stiffened up next to me. Her entire body shook, jig-
gling her plump stomach.
And when it was over, and she had relaxed, sweaty and ex-
hausted onto the sofa, I pulled my finger out of her and kissed
her asshole gently. Sheryl relaxed her grip on my head and I sat
up and looked at her. "More?"
"Don't even think it," she whispered. "That was too
much."
I sat down next to her and guided her hand to my cock.
"You don't get a break yet," I said, putting my arms around her
and kissing her. She kissed me back, weakly, and gently stroked
my rigid pole. The bare minimum of friction kept me from cumming
right then and there, but was enough to feel sensational.
Sheryl got down on her knees in front of me and grabbed
my cock. She started rubbing it up and down roughly. She looked
up at me and licked her lips. "I want to see you cum. You have
to tell me so I can watch."
I nodded silently.
Sheryl pouted and stopped moving her hand. "You don't
sound too excited. Maybe I won't do it after all."
"God damn it, YES! I'll tell you when I'm going to cum.
Just don't stop!"
"Ask me nicely."
I whimpered. "Please. Pretty please, with whipped cream
and chocolate sauce, please play with my cock..." I closed my
eyes and sighed in relief as Sheryl's tongue made contact with my
dick. She just the tip down from the hole to my balls, flicking
gently along the ridges, driving me crazy. She kissed my balls
and started licking the undersides, all the time stroking the
shaft and head with her hand.
I felt the tip of her tongue circling around my asshole,
and then a sharp, unfamiliar sensation as Sheryl began to force a
finger into me. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, although
whatever she was using to lubricate (probably saliva and/or pussy
juice) wasn't quite good enough. Still, she got most, if not
all, of her finger up, and after wiggling and moving for a few
minutes, she was able to finger my asshole easily.
The whole thing was a massive turn-on, and when Sheryl
licked her way back up and took the head of my cock into her hot,
wet mouth, I was going crazy. I tried to thrust my cock into her
face, but her finger up my ass was restricting my movement. So I
could only sit in growing ecstasy while Sheryl sucked me off and
fingered my asshole.
I ran my fingers through her hair and moaned her name. I
looked down at her, seeing her eyes closed as my cock slid in and
out of her mouth. Her tongue worked around the head of my prick.
She sucked gently on the tip of my rod and ran her tongue in a
spiral out from the hole to the base of the head. She released
my cock and licked her way slowly down the shaft. Her moth
trailed over my balls, and then down to my ass. As I had done
for her, she licked my anus right around her finger. The feeling
was incredible, and I could see why she had cum so much. I felt
a familiar and pleasant tension beginning to work its way up in
my balls.
Shery lreturned to my cock, this time stroking my balls
and licking directly on the head. In between licks. she looked
up at me. "So , are you gonna cum on me?
Give it to me!"
"Oh, fuck, Sheryl, I..." and I couldn't speak any more.
Sheryl pulled her mouth off of my cock and grabbed it
with one chubby hand. She wrapped her fingers tighly around the
shaft and stroked up and down. She looked up at me and licked
her lips and said, "Come on, cum for me." She stroked my rod fas-
ter, every so often bending down to lick the very tip. Her en-
tire body, and especially her tits, were jiggling from her arm
and wrist action. Persperation beaded on her forehead and chest
as Sheryl jerked me off. The finger in my asshole plugged in
and out of me.
I finally lost it. "Sheeerylll..." My voice trail off
as the two focii of pleasure became one giant knot of ecstasy,
which started in the small of my back and worked forward to my
cock. Every muscle in my body tensed in orgasm. A thick spurt
of cum shot out of my cock, hitting me in the belly. Sheryl con-
tinued to rub, and another gob oozed out of my dick, coating her
hands. She pulled gently on my cock, drawing forth all the sperm
she could. Finally, she leaned gently forward and kissed my
semen-coated cock. She moved up to the couch next to me and
kissed me, snuggling into my arms. We fell asleep that way, with
her hand still wrapped around my rod.
CUMMING SOON: Sheryl 8: Two's Company, Three's A Crowd, But Four
Is Perfect.
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