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Cheryl's Probation

By: Shamus O Duffie



"Cheryl, you've got to stop getting into trouble. This is probably the last time I'm going to be able to get you out. If you screw up again you go to prison. Do you understand?" He looked across the interview table at his client. She was under arrest for a violation of her probation, for the second time. She was 43, about 5'6" and 150 pounds. She was fairly attractive, with long brown hair, even though she had a belly on her. 

"I know. I promise I won't screw up anymore. I'll do whatever they tell me to do." Cheryl honestly knew that she was at the door of going to prison. She'd really tried to do what she was supposed to do, but when her ex-boyfriend had come over on her birthday with the coke, she just couldn't refuse.

She hated to disappoint her attorney, because he'd tried awfully hard for her and really seemed to care about her. It was too bad she never seemed to get a man like him, she always ended up with bums. Bums who did nothing but get her in trouble. Like her ex. She'd been doing so good, nearly seven months of clean time. But she was lonely too, the only people she met were those in her rehab program, and they were just as afraid of her as she was of them.

When she got arrested this time she'd called her attorney and he'd come to see her before he was even re-appointed. She'd told him what had happened and begged him to try to get her out of jail. He'd listened and then chewed her ass about screwing up. But she knew she deserved it. She could tell he was a little attracted to her, because he always treated her so nice. She'd had other attorneys, and they just treated her like a piece of meat. He was married, but she knew he wasn't totally married, because she saw him occasionally glance down the front of her jail top. It was a little too big, and she hadn't been wearing a bra when she was arrested, so she still didn't have one. She had a tattoo just above her left breast, and when she leaned forward the shirt billowed out to where the tattoo was clearly visible. She liked leaning forward, every so often, and although he never directly stared down her shirt, she could see his gaze wander there periodically.

After leaving the jail, he filed the motion for bond reduction, then made some calls before heading home. That night in the shower his thoughts wandered to Cheryl. He liked her voice, which was a little like baby talk. However, she was no baby, he thought. He thought of her tattoo, and tried to imagine what her tits looked like. If only she'd stay out of trouble he thought. She just needs to have somebody to keep an eye on her and tell her what to do. But as he thought this, his hand rubbed his erect penis, soaping it down good as he imagined various scenarios where he was telling Cheryl what to do. Soon he heard his wife, the blood left his cock, and he again went to bed frustrated. 

* * *

"Hi. I made bond! Thank you, oh thank you. You don't know how happy I am to be out of there. You said to call you when I got out, so here I am." Cheryl was very excited to be out of jail. He'd gotten her bond reduced to an O.R. and she'd gotten out after only a couple of days. It took them until after 5 pm to book her out, but she called like he'd told her to, and she was a little surprised to find him still at work.

"Congratulations. Where are you?" He asked. He was alone in the office, everyone else having left about half an hour earlier. Normally he'd have been gone too, but he thought she'd make bond tonight, so he'd waited to see if she'd call. Besides it was a Friday, and his wife had taken their daughter to visit thes two hours away. He had nothing else to do.

"I'm just right down at the corner. I guess I'll go try to see if my sister will let me stay with her tonight." Cheryl wanted to get into a hot tub, and some clean clothes. They'd given her back the same clothes she'd been arrested in a week ago.

"I want you to stop by and see me, okay?" He tried to put a little authority in his request.

"Okay. But isn't your office closed? How will I get in?"

"I'll look for you at the door. Come to the front." He walked out of his office, down the hall to the conference room where he could see the street out front. His cock started to harden at the prospect of having Cheryl here alone. There wasn't anything wrong about meeting with a client, alone, after hours. But he wasn't thinking about work this night, and the wicked thoughts he was having excited him. In a couple of minutes he saw her approaching down the sidewalk. He unlocked the door for her, and held it open so she had to brush against him to get in. Once inside he followed her back to his office in the corner. He was pleased she remembered the way.

"Lets talk in the conference room down the hall Cheryl," he directed her. He guided her not to the big room they used for clients, but to the small private room that the attorneys used for brainstorming, and informal meetings. Inside the small room were a couple of couches and a desk. He sat on one of the couches and saw that she immediately took the other one.

"How are you doing?" He asked. He was taking in the outfit Cheryl had on. He'd only seen her in something besides jail clothing once before. She was wearing jeans and a loose fitting white blouse. Unfortunately the blouse concealed more than the jail top did, and he was disappointed. "Do you think you're going to be able to stay out of trouble this time? Because if you commit the slightest violation while on bond they'll throw you back in jail, and we'll have no chance at re-instatement at the hearing."

"I know. I'm going to do what ever they tell me to. I sure don't want to go back to jail, or to prison."

"Are you sure you can do that? It won't be easy."

"I know, but I can do it. No matter what, I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and do what I'm told." Cheryl answered.

"Really?! Let's just see, okay? I'm going to give you a test to see if you really can make it. I want you to do exactly what I say, without any whining, or protest. You willing to give it a try?" He felt like he ought to give her an out, before he started something that could have serious repercussions for both of them.

"Yeah, sure." She said. She had a pretty good idea what he had in mind, and she was rather anxious to find out how far he'd go. Not as far as she would, she'd bet.

"Okay, first I want you to stand up. Okay. Now, turn and face me. I want you to look at me the whole time, unless I tell you not to, Okay?"

"Yes." She said, rather quietly. She was getting a little excited herself. Her lousy ex-boyfriend had fucked her the night he brought over the coke, but he'd been lousy. And while the opportunity was there in the jail with a couple of the women, Cheryl wasn't really in to that. She'd gotten to finger herself a little in the cell, but not near enough to do any good. It had just whetted her appetite.

" Close the door. Good. Now lock it. Come back over here where you were. I want you to turn around, with your back to me. Now bend over and slip your shoes & socks off. You know, I like your ass Cheryl. It's a nice womanly ass, not like a boys at all. Do you like your ass?"

"It's okay I guess" She answered. She was bent over removing her socks. Just for the thrill of it she wiggled her ass at him a little. If he likes this ass I 'll just show it off a little, she thought.

"Now, stand back up. Are you wearing a bra?" He'd remembered that she'd not been wearing one in jail.

"No, I didn't have one, and they don't give you anything like that."

"Turn around. You know I've seen a little of your tattoo, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"What's the tattoo a picture of? I've not been able to get a very good look at it."

"It's a bouquet of roses," she replied.

"I want to see it. Take your top off. Now." He sat there mesmerized as she did as he told her. His cock was straining hard against his slacks, he was very excited. "Oh, I like your tits too Cheryl. That tattoo is pretty, but those big pink areola's around those nipples are fantastic. Did you breast feed your children?"

"Yes, but that's been almost 15 years ago now. Nobody hardly sucks on them anymore." She had feeling that was about to change.

"That's a waste." He said. "They're pretty good sized, and you got some sag from the years. Can't you get them into your own mouth?"

This surprised Cheryl a little. She'd been looking down at her nipples with him, but looked up sharply at his question. "I don't know. I've never tried."

"Put your fingers in your mouth and wet them." He said. "Now rub the saliva on your nipple. Get it nice and slick, do it a couple more times until they're both nice & wet. There you go. How does that feel? Do you like it?"

"It feels nice." She answered.

"Bend your head down, and lift the nipple into your mouth. See it fits! I thought it would. Now, I want you to suck on the one while you pinch the other between your fingers. C'mon! Suck hard! Pretend your trying to get milk out of that big boy. Okay, now switch. We need to keep them both nice and wet. Feels good, right?" He could see that she was enjoying this, even if she was fighting it a little.

"Mmmmmmm" She moaned as she was sucking on her own tit. I don't know why I didn't do this before, she thought. Of course, it's a lot better with him here telling me to do it.

"Okay, stop." He was surprised she did it so quickly. "Drop your pants. I thought so. No panties either, very nice. You don't have a lot of hair on your pussy Cheryl, how come?"

"I like to keep it trimmed."

"I like it that way too. Is it wet? Show me."

Cheryl was a little embarrassed, but she did what he said. She slipped her finger into her cunt and, although she knew she was excited, she was surprised to feel just how wet she was. "Oooh! It's really wet." She pulled her finger out and held it where he could see.

"It sure is. Taste it. Tell me how it tastes."

Again Cheryl found herself a little shocked by his command. Maybe he's kinkier than I thought, she thought to herself. I've never tasted myself either. Oh well, it can't be any worse than the times I tasted those other women on my boyfriends dick when he'd come home from partying & make me give him head. She slowly brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked her finger into her mouth. It was the same tangy taste she remembered from her boyfriend. But this was more exciting. This was her. And it was warm, and still wet, and she found herself greedily sucking all her juices off her finger. "That's kinda good" She told him. "I've never done that before either."

"What else hadn't you done?" He asked.

"Well, I never sucked my own tit before. And I sure never did this kinda stuff in front of somebody else either."

"But you've done it while alone?"

"Some stuff. I felt my pussy before."

"Did you masturbate yourself?"

"Sometimes."

"When you were in jail?"

"A little. There's no real privacy there. I ain't had much beside myself for the last year or so." Cheryl was surprised she was telling him this, but somehow, given the current situation, she felt like she had to answer whatever he asked.

"Do you make your self come, Cheryl?"

"Usually."

"How do you do it?"

"Different ways. I like to do it in the shower, but I usually can't come that way. At night, when I go to bed, I sometimes make myself come."

"Do you use just your hands, or have you used other things?"

"Usually just my hands, but I have tried other things."

"Like what? Tell me."

"Well, I borrowed a dildo from a girlfriend once. It was real big, and colored black. It was shaped like the real thing, but it was so big it was uncomfortable. All I could do was just move it in and out. I like to work it all over, that's when I can come the best. I've used a bar of soap, a hair brush handle, a shampoo bottle, I guess I mainly use something else in the shower."

"I want you to lay down on the couch, right there. Here's a pillow, prop your head up on the arm there. Now spread your legs. Nice, I like your tummy. I want to watch you play with yourself, I want you to make yourself come. I'm just going to stand down here at the end of the couch and watch you, okay?"

"Okay." Cheryl laid down and spread her legs wide. She put her feet together in the middle, with her knees bent, and opened herself up. She saw him looking at her, and it was weird to her, but she liked it. She started running her finger down through her cunt like she liked it. She slipped the finger inside herself, getting it nice and wet, and pulling the wetness out to spread over her clit and labia lips. She had nice big lips, she knew, and when she got excited they puffed out and got real sensitive.

"I'm going to pull out my dick, okay? Right now I'm just going to stay here and watch you. I want to see what you look like when you come. Can you come for me? Do you think you can do that?" He had his pants down around his knees and was releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He was staring at Cheryl rubbing her own pussy. She looked so sexy.

"Okay. Yeah. I can do it. It feels so good. I really like rubbing myself, I actually do it all the time. Almost everyday. Can I taste it too? Would that be alright?"

"Sure, that's okay. Tell me whatever's going through your head. I want to know."

Cheryl put her other hand down there and got the fingers on it wet, then she brought that hand to her mouth while continuing to rub herself with the other. "I like the taste. I liked sucking my own tit too. Can I do that again too?"

"Sure Cheryl, do it."

After getting all the juices off her fingers she reached down and pulled a breast to her mouth. She leaned down as far as she could and took the nipple into her mouth, and sucked it as hard as she could.

"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" He was excited to see how much she liked the taste of herself.

She stopped sucking to answer him "No. I have tasted other women on my old boyfriend though. I never liked it at the time. One woman in the pod tried to get me once, but I was too afraid to say yes."

"What did she do?"

"She just came up to me one day and said she wanted to eat me out. She said I'd really like it."

"Do you wish you'd let her?"

"No. She was a nasty bitch, and I wouldn't want to do it in the jail. But I might try it under other circumstances, with somebody else."

"How are you doing? Are you getting close?"

"Some. It feels real good. I like to push my finger in as far as I can sometimes. Watch. Can I suck my tit some more, I really like that?" 

"Sure." He watched as she sucked her tit back into her mouth, and he could hear her sucking sounds. Her long finger was sliding all the way into her now, and she was rubbing her clit with her thumb. He was getting pretty near himself, but he sure didn't want to come before she did, if even then. He was thinking how good it would feel to push his swollen cock into her pussy and fuck her. But for now he was just going to watch. He'd probably ought to get a rubber if he was going to fuck her. He'd had a vasectomy several years before, so there was no danger of pregnancy, but who knew who else had been fucking her. He sure didn't want to get any sort of disease.

Cheryl built to a frenzy and she knew she was about to come. She stopped sucking her tit, and threw her head back. She concentrated on quick rubs on her clit, which was almost hard from excitement. Then the waves of orgasm swept over her. She felt the contractions begin, and her juices start to flow even more. Then she was there, and she cried out in pleasure. She lost all thought of him, last seen stroking the hell out of a decent sized cock. "AHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out.

Just as the spasms started to subside she heard him groan and felt his warm semen squirting onto her legs. She opened her eyes, and saw him standing there, his cock just finishing it's pumping, a glazed look on his face. " Can I clean that off for you?" She asked.

"I insist. But gently, I think I was a little rough on it."

She raised up and sucked the shrinking head of his cock into her mouth. She had always liked the salty taste of a man's come, and his was no exception. After a minute or two, he was done. She let the cock slip from her mouth, and asked "Do you want me to keep going? I'm sure I can get it hard pretty quick?"

"I appreciate the offer Cheryl, but no. There'll be other times for that. I want you to get dressed and go find a place to stay. I'll call you tomorrow." He slowly pushed his drained penis back into his boxers and pulled up his pants. He helped Cheryl with her clothes and walked her to the front door.

As she stepped outside, she turned and pulled hie head to her, where she kissed him, hard, on the mouth. "I did good, didn't I?" She asked.

"So far, Cheryl. So far. I'm not done testing you yet."

"You better not be." She said with a big, mischievous, smile, and then she walked on down the street.

Cheryl's Probation Ch. 2



His adventure with Cheryl was constantly on his mind for the next few days. The one time his wife was receptive to sex, all he thought about Cheryl, and how she had looked spread out in front of him. He knew he had to do it again, and various scenarios ran through his head as he tried to determine just what he could, and should, do. 

All he had for Cheryl was a message phone number with her mother. Her mother was a nice woman, but she had lots of her own personal problems, and had taken on the added headaches of taking care of Cheryl's kids. Actually Cheryl's son was 20 years old now, and was living on his own. Her daughter had gotten into trouble with the law and had been shipped off to a juvenile work farm up north.

He called her mom and left a message for Cheryl to call me. Cheryl called back, just before 5 pm and said, "I wondered when you were going to call. I've been waiting."

"Are you doing everything you're supposed to?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah. My sister is letting me stay with her for a bit, but I've got to find my own place. They won't let me go back to my old house."

"Who won't?"

"My probation officer. They say it's in too bad an area, and that I'd just get back into trouble there."

"They're probably right. Somebody would show up with your door, and there you'd go again."

"No way! I'm not going back into that jail. I'm gonna do whatever they say."

"Is that right? I think I may need to test you on that a bit more. What do you think about that?"

"Yeah, okay. Do you want me to come by your office?"

"Where are you Cheryl?"

"I'm at my sister's. She's gone out for a while, so I'm using her phone."

"What are you wearing?"

"Just some jeans and a T-shirt." Cheryl looked down at herself and thought she wasn't dressed very well. He probably liked women who dressed up real fancy.

"Are you wearing a bra?"

"No, not right now. If I'm going to go out I ought to put one on though."

"How about panties?"

"Well, yeah."

"Does your sister have clothes there?"

"Yeah, she has lot's of nice stuff."

"I want you go get some of her clothes. This is what I want you to wear, okay? This is part of the test. Your sister won't mind if you wear some of her clothes will she?"

"Probably not. But she's smaller than I am."

"I want you to take off everything you've got on. I want you to take a quick shower, clean yourself real good, all over. Then I want you to wear a nice loose, short skirt, and a short sleeve blouse, white if you can. No bra, and no panties. Maybe just some sandals too. Think you can do that?"

"Yeah, I know just what she has that'll work too."

"Are you horny Cheryl? I want you to suck on your tits as you shower, but don't touch your pussy other than cleaning it. Don't touch it until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Uh huh." Cheryl's hand had already dropped to the outside on the crotch of her jeans. She wanted very much to rub her pussy, but she'd wait like he told her.

"When you're clean and dressed, call a taxi and have it take you to the Drop Inn Hotel down on south Broadway. I'll be waiting there for you."

"I don't have no money for a taxi." Cheryl replied.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of that. I'm giving you 45 minutes. No touching that pussy now."

Cheryl quickly ran to her sister's closet and started rifling through her clothes. She had a tan pleated skirt that Cheryl was pretty sure would fit. It went about down to her sister's knees, but on Cheryl it would be several inches above that. She also found a blouse, but it was going to be a tight fit. Maybe that's even better she thought. She stripped out of her clothes and jumped in the shower. It was a terrible frustration not to be able to slip her finger into her pussy and rub it like she always did in the shower. Ever since that last time with him, when she'd discovered the taste of her own tits, Cheryl enjoyed taking her nipples into her mouth and sucking hard. She liked the way it felt on her tits, and she really enjoyed the way her nipples got so hard in her mouth, and the whole area around the nipple seemed to get super sensitive.

Cheryl was glad she had trimmed her pubic hairs only a couple of days before. She knew if she had to do it now, she'd never be able to keep her hands of her swollen clit. But she did cheat a little. He'd told her to wash herself, and he'd said she could wash her pussy, so she decided not to use the wash cloth and just use her hands. She soaped up her hands with the bar and rubbed the soap into her pussy, getting it nice and clean. Being careful not to do too much, she carefully washed her clit too. Then she reached down and soaped around her asshole, sliding a finger inside to make sure it got good and clean.

She had no idea what he had in mind, but she wanted to be as clean as she could for him. If the last time was any indication, he was a lot kinkier than she'd imagined. No, there was no idea what he might want. Despite the fact she'd cleaned herself well, her pussy just flowed with anticipation and she could smell it's musky odor as she toweled. She sucked her nipples one last time, and slipped on her sister's clothes. The skirt fit well, and she could feel the fresh air on her crotch as she moved. The blouse was tight, pulling against her breasts. She looked in the mirror and she could see her dark nipples, and her tattoo, clearly through the white blouse.

She brushed her hair, and teeth, and put on some makeup. Not much, but at 42 she needed a little help. She then called a cab and took off for the hotel. The driver was a greasy looking foreign guy, who didn't talk to her at all. For that she was thankful, because she felt like she was dressed like a hooker.

When she got to the hotel she saw him step out of a room about midway down. He approached the cab, and she told the driver that he was going to pay.

"How much is the fare?" He asked.

"$13.50" Said the driver.

"Do you see this lady you've been driving? Isn't she pretty?"

"Yeah, sure." The driver replied, not really looking at Cheryl.

"How about if she gives you a blow job for the fare? Sound good?"

Cheryl was shocked. Did he really think she'd give a blowjob to some stranger? Was this part of the test? If it was and she refused, then what? She had told him she'd do anything, and now here she was saying no. But she never thought she'd have to things with somebody else, she just thought she'd do things with him.

"You'll be glad to suck the man's dick for the fare, won't you Cheryl?" He looked challengingly at Cheryl, and she knew this was part of his "test".

"Yeah", she answered, rather quietly.

At his urging the cabbie opened the door and turned to put his feet outside the cab. Cheryl looked at him then turned toward the cabbie thinking I don't know why he had me get all cleaned up to touch this dirty guy. But she dropped to her knees in front of the man and reached out to undue his fly. She had unzipped the man's pants and reached in to pull his penis out, just starting to move her head down towards it, when she heard him speak.

"Nah, I've changed my mind. Come on Cheryl." He threw a $20 bill at the cabbie and pulled Cheryl to her feet. He led her into the room, and closed the door behind them. "I just wanted to see if you'd do it." He said.

"I thought it was part of your test, I didn't want to." Cheryl said.

"I know. Get on the bed okay. Scoot on up, lean against the pillows. That blouse is tight isn't it? Undo the buttons. Yeah. Open it up, I want to see your tattoo. Those tits look good too Cheryl. Do you still suck them yourself?"

"God, all the time. I wish I'd have figured it out a long time ago."

"Go ahead, suck them. I like watching you do yourself." Cheryl pulled her tit into her mouth and found that the nipple was already stiff. She reached down and rolled the other nipple between her finger with one hand. Cheryl kept this up for a few minutes, but the overpowering urge to rub her pussy forced her to stop.

"Can I rub my pussy?" She asked. That was what he'd had her do the last time.

"Not with your hand.". He replied. "I picked up a present for you." He reached into a bag behind him on the dresser and brought out a big neon green dildo. "Have you ever used one of these Cheryl?" He asked.

"No." She answered. The thing looked bigger than a real cock, and she started to wonder how it would feel up inside her. She'd seen a couple of porno films in her time where she'd seen the women put those inside themselves. Of course those women put everything, and everybody, inside themselves. She also heard that some of the women in jail used things that big, but the biggest she'd ever tried was the handle of a hairbrush. But that was short, and hard, while this thing looked about 10 inches long and made of jello. "Do you want me to try it?"

"Ooooh yeah, Cheryl." He said, as he handed it to her. " I want you to rub it all around your pussy and get it nice and slick."

Cheryl took the thing from him and it felt very spongy, but definitely stiff enough. She pulled up the skirt, then raised her ass off the bed and pulled the whole thing up away from her crotch. She brought her knees up, and out, opening her pussy up before him. She was already very wet, and she grabbed the dildo by the base and touched the end to her clit. "Ooohhhh." She moaned. "That feels weird!"

"Do you like it Cheryl?" He asked. He was very excited by the sight of her on the bed, with her blouse opened up showing her tits, and her skirt up over her tummy. He watched, mesmerized by her actions, and began to remove his clothes. When he was naked, with his cock hard and sticking up & out, he moved towards the bed and removed Cheryl's sandals, one by one. After getting the second one off, he lowered her foot onto his cock, and moved her sole up and down his shaft. "Try sticking it in now. Will it fit?"

"Oh God. That feels so good." Cheryl had thrown her head back on the pillows, all thoughts of sucking her tits forgotten. Her eyes were nearly closed and she was writhing on the bed in response to her own movements of the rubber dick.

"Stop Cheryl." He commanded, and she had to force herself to lay still. She took her hand off the dildo, but it was still sticking in her a couple of inches. "Oh, it's hard to just stop like that."

"I know. I'm going to take over, okay? I want you to lay back and let yourself come. I'm going to work this thing in and out, and I want you to come, okay? "

"Can I do anything?"

"Like what Cheryl?"

"Like suck my tits again, and maybe rub my clit?"

"If it'll help, yeah. Do you have multiple orgasms Cheryl?"

"I never have before, but I've never done anything like this before either. I think maybe I could right now!"

"Let's try." He gripped the dildo by the end, it felt similar to his own cock after he had come, and his cock wasn't so hard. But it was bigger than his, and it felt exciting to grasp it. He knew it wasn't a real cock, but it certainly was exciting.

Cheryl reached down with her right hand and began little butterfly strokes of her clit in time with his movements of the dildo. With her left hand she pulled her tit to her mouth and she started biting down on her tit.

He could see, by the juices on the dildo, how far in Cheryl had been pushing it. It looked like she'd not put it in any further than his own dick would reach. He decided to push it in further to see how she reacted. He watched, slowly rubbing his own cock occasionally, as he pushed the dildo in one, then two and three, inches past where Cheryl had put it.

"God, I've never had anything in me that far before." Cheryl cried out. "I'm gonna come! Is it okay, can I come now?"

"Do it Cheryl!. Come for me baby!" He called out. He could see she had quickened her pace with her finger, and her clit was stiff as a little cock itself. He pushed the dildo in and out, not as fast as her finger, but in the same rhythm.

"Ooooooooh! I'mmmmm Commmminnng!!" Cheryl screamed out. She felt her whole body convulse with pleasure as the orgasm seemed to start in her pussy and expand outward. She arched her back upward, impaling herself on the dildo even more. Then a second wave of orgasm started, followed by another. Cheryl shut her eyes and surrendered to the feelings as the waves of pleasure swept over her.

She opened her eyes and realized he was no longer moving the dildo, but was kneeling between her legs, looking down at her. She felt very weak, and glowing.

"That was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen Cheryl. I thought you were going to pass out. You must have come for two or three minutes. It was awesome! How do you feel?"

"Great! I've never felt anything like that before. I loved it. But it almost killed me! I don't think I can hardly move."

"I need to come too, okay? I want to move up and fuck you between the tits okay?" He stood and steeped over Cheryl. She could see his dick was very hard, and when he sat astride her belly she looked down to see the swollen head of his cock pointed up towards the valley of her tits. " I need to get this wet first." He said. Then he pulled the dildo out of Cheryl's cunt and placed it between her tits, slopping a lot of her own juices on her chest. " That ought to be enough. Do you think you can push your tits together for me?"

Cheryl had done this before, and she pushed on the outside of her tits, pushing them together around his cock. She could feel the throbbing of his organ, and she knew he wouldn't last long. He leaned forward, pushing his dick in between her titis, then he began to thrust. He was so damned turned on it wasn't going to take long, and he made no effort to hold back.

Cheryl though she'd surprise him a little and leaned her head down. When he thrust up, she managed to suck the head of his cock into her mouth, and she closed her lips tight around the mushroomed head of his cock as he pulled it back out. " That feels great! I'm gonna come Cheryl. I'm going to try and come in your mouth. I want you to take it. Take it. Aaasrrrrgh! Take It!"

He started coming and it felt to him like he could have launched a rocket with how hard he shot. His cock wasn't in Cheryl's mouth when he started coming, and he could feel her trying to suck him in as he came. But he couldn't hold back and bucked and thrust with great fury, coming all over her mouth, chin and chest.

Cheryl was surprised at the strength of his coming. She was proud of the fact that he was so worked up, so excited by her, that her was practically out of control. It had been a long time since she'd had that effect on a man.

He dropped on top of Cheryl, and quickly rolled to the side. He was totally spent for the moment, and his muscles were cramped in his arms. He hadn't come like that in years. Certainly not with his wife. He didn't want it to end, but he needed some recovery time. As he laid next to Cheryl, she turned to take him in her arms, and he responded in kind. If felt very natural to hold her. Without thinking he moved to kiss her, and it took him a second or two to figure out that she was still covered in his come, and that slick, salty taste was his own semen. By the time he figured it out it was nearly gone, so he didn't worry about it. He figured if she could handle the taste, then he surely could too.

After a while, he told her to hit the shower again. He joined her, and it was apparent that he had recovered, at least enough to get hard. "Put your clothes back on Cheryl, we're going out to dinner."

"Dressed like before?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah. I don't think we're through for the evening yet.." He replied with a sly smile.