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Cheryl

By: lovemeplease



My buddies both get slapped with overtime at work for the whole weekend, busted up everything we were going to do. I'd had this camping trip planned for over a month, and even bought some new stuff just for it. I had decided nothing would ruin it for me, and that I would go by myself anyway. Camping's camping, right? I'd get a little time to myself, get some fresh air, get that wilderness-survival feeling, it'd be pretty swell. I slimmed down my supplies to just a backpack and tossed it in the back of my truck and headed out for the woods. 

I had been driving offroad for several miles trying to find a good area when the dirt fell from under my front wheel and the truck went skidding down the side of a steep hill. I didn't think it was so bad until the very end clipped a large tree trunk and tipped the car ever so slightly...just enough that the downhill momentum carried it completely sideways...I froze and held my breath for lack of anything better to control the situation. My truck slowly began to tip and with screeching metal against the tree trunk and my window shattering, it landed completely upside down near the bottom of the ditch with an enormous crash.

My head slammed into the dented roof of the cab and the rest of my body followed when I undid my seatbelt. I gripped the steering wheel and weakly grasped for the handle on the door, giving it a tug and popping the it open. I squinted as bits of glass fell from the frame and kicked it out with my leg. The door swung open and banged on the extent of its hinges. I crawled out onto all fours, rolling into the dry leaves and twigs on the ground. My head was pounding and I felt dizzy. I reached over to scratch a tickling itch on my shoulder, only to find a hearty scrape soaking small spots of blood into my shirt. I rested my head back onto the ground. I rolled my head and looked up through the tree branches. Little rays of sunlight beamed into my eyes so I closed them and rolled over.

I woke up I guess a few hours later, the sun was no longer pestering my eyes and I had to blink a few times until they adjusted to the darkness. The sky wasn't completely dark but it was well on its way. I sat up, rubbing my head and arms, trying to friction off the chill, looking around, not really remembering why I was sleeping on the ground. I turned and saw my truck.

"Ahhw ...shit." I just stared at it for a minute, as if it might magically right itself at any moment. 

With a small wave of relief I remembered my cell phone and got up onto my knees to pull it from my pocket. 7:48, I read on the front display, and flipped it open with my thumb. I was looking at the fact that I had no bars. I was getting no bars at all. No service. Great.

I gathered myself after a moment and shakily got to my feet. It was getting darker by the minute so I decided I needed to find my backpack as quickly as possible.I spied it a few feet up the hill where it had flown out of the truckbed. I crunched up through the leaves and lifted it, brushed it off, and slung it over my shoulder. Deciding there was nothing more to be done at this spot, I walked a ways towards an area where the trees thinned. 

Looking up, I saw mostly cloud cover with a few of the brighter stars shining through. I really had no idea how this view was going to help me. I'm not some grizzled sea captain or hardcore outdoorsman who can navigate by stars. I stood still for a minute, hoping that maybe I could hear the hum of traffic in some direction. Drove too far from the roads, I realized. The crickets drowned out anything I could have heard anyhow.

I headed back to my truck and began to climb the incline that felled me in the first place. This was really the only part of any plan I could formulate at this point. I figured at the top I'd just sort of start walking in the vague direction I drove up from. This seemed like a better and better plan of action as I neared the top of the slope. I encouraged little Rambo flashbacks as I brushed through the leaves, trying to feel as tough as possible in hopes that it would grant me a navigation system. I felt stupid, but I didn't want to let myself start to panic, as it was getting colder and darker all the while. I pulled my jacket tighter.

I stepped out on the top and mumbled things out loud to myself concerning geography and which way the sun was setting, in basically a manlier version of eeny meeny miny moe, and started walking. 

After a decent hike I came to a stream. I hopped a couple rocks to cross it safely without getting wet, which would have been really bad, because with no one around I could admit to myself that it was really, really freaking cold out. I huffed a little to see my own breath in front of me, one of those little things that has always amused me somehow. As I started to turn and keep walking, I noticed a rather light shape by the water through the cloud of my breath. I took a step and leaned to see what it was, as it didn't look like any of the rocks around or anything. 

I squinted though the dim light and saw that it was a shirt. A load of bricks landed on me as I realized it was not only a shirt, but someone inside it. A girl. I hurried over cautiously and squatted next to the small figure, my shoes squishing in the mud. I didn't know what to do.

"Hey!" I nudged her shoulder. No response. I gripped her shoulder and shook gently, trying to wake her up. Shit, her skin was like ice. The thought struck me that she might be dead and my heart sunk. I listened closely and detecting her breathing, very shallow, slow, ragged. My fingers went to her throat and found a pulse, which I somehow needed as confirmation even after hearing her breathing. Ok, she was alive. But geez. 

I rolled her onto her back and brushed her damp hair from her pale face. I was rather surprised to find that she was pretty. Very pretty. How in the world did she get here? 

I felt her arm again and got a chill. The water from the creek splashed onto her ankles as she lay in the mud. I guess she had fallen in or something, because her clothes were all wet. 

I pulled her arms up and hoisted her up onto my shoulder, her freezing wet clothes soaking through my shirt and hurting my shoulder. I just had to get her dry. Warm and dry. I glanced around and decided this small open spot would have to do, because I couldn't go wandering around in the dark looking for a better place to settle down. I set her down in the grass, and her arms fell limply at her sides. 

What to do now? I had a lot of things but couldn't decide what to start with. First things first, I said. I clicked on my flashlight and quickly snatched up a few sticks from the ground nearby. I flung my backpack to the ground and fumbled for the zipper, and pulled out the box of matches. I struck one and set the end of some twigs going. I kicked a little hole into the dirt and laid them on top, then quickly tossed a handful of fallen leaves and whatever I could find onto it. I spied a healthy-sized fallen branch several feet away and rolled it into the fire with my foot. Within a couple minutes I had a decent fire crackling. 

Turning back to the girl, I remembered her wet clothes. They'd have to come off, I realized. I got a little nervous, thinking what would happen if she were to wake up to find some guy in the process of pulling her pants off. I had to, though. She might die. Almost surprised at how much of a gentleman I was being when she wasn't even awake, I tugged off her clothes relying mostly on peripheral vision. I took my jacket off and put it around her shoulders.

I pulled my sleeping bag and blanket out of my pack and rolled it out on the ground, spreading the blanket inside. I gathered her in my arms again and moved her on top of the blanket, and then wrapped it tightly around her. Finally I zipped the bag around the bottom and up the side. With that done, I sort of had nothing else planned and just stared blankly for a moment. I tended the fire absently, trying to build it bigger. 

I trotted around and sat on the ground next to her. She was really very pretty, with wavy blonde hair a little past her shoulders. Very petite. Almost childlike, a face you just can't help but look at for longer than you should. I was almost glad she wasn't awake because I couldn't have taken my eyes off her. I picked a couple leaves out of her hair and brushed some dried mud from her cheek. Her skin was still freezing. 

"Hey, are you..?" What, ok? She's not ok, moron, are you blind? I frowned at myself.

I moved my hands up and down her arms, both trying to friction in some warmth and shake her awake. I didn't know what else to do, so I kept on. After several minutes I realized that she was shivering. She hadn't been before, had she? Good sign, right? Figuring I was on the right track, I arranged myself parallel to the fire and pulled her entire blanket bundle towards me, so that she was sitting up between my legs and resting back on my chest. Body heat, I thought. That'll help.

As I continued to rub her arms vigorously, I couldn't help but enjoy my position. Body heat. Heh. With this best excuse ever, I figured myself a little bit of a genius. I hugged her tightly, looking down on her beautiful face and feeling a strong sense of protectiveness. 

Who knows how long I stayed like that. I was startled from half-sleep when she began to make quiet whimpering noises. It was like watching a puppy having a dream, where you want to wake it up and make everything ok, but at the same time you want to just sit there and watch because it's pretty darn cute.

"Please," she breathed, still not awake. It rather took me off guard. "Plh..please......please..," She didn't seem to have any particular request in mind. She just kept whimpering, scattering pleases here and there. I hugged her tighter and realized she was grasping my sleeve tightly. How long had she been doing that?

"It's ok," I said quietly. At that she ever so slightly snuggled into my shirt, but didn't stop her little whimperings. "It's ok. You're alright," I kept repeating each time, trying to soothe her. Her eyelids fluttered but stayed closed. 

"Please...please don't leave me," she whispered in one weak breath. I didn't really believe I had heard her correctly. "Please..."

"I won't leave you. It's ok." I didn't know if she was saying that just because I was something warm, or if she was actually talking to me. It really didn't matter. My heart swelled and my single purpose in life became to protect her. "Don't worry. I won't leave." 

Things carried on like that for a little while. I reached over with my closer arm to toss more sticks into the fire. When I looked back down at her face, her eyes were open. Just part of the way, as if she couldn't muster the strength to do any better. She has to be ok now, I thought. 

"Hey," I rubbed her arms again for a second. "Hey, are you ok?" My heart pounded.

She blinked slowly and weakly turned her eyes in the direction of my voice. Her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine. She wasn't startled but I could tell she was just staring at me trying to figure out what was going on. I suddenly became aware of how unusual it would be to wake up in this position, and loosened my hold on her. Quickly I searched for a simple explanation.

"Hey... oh geez, I'm so glad you're ok!" is what came out of my mouth. I meant it, but that really didn't fulfill the requirement of an explanation. I tried again. "My name's Jack," I offered. "I hik- I was ah, hiking. Out here. And I found you.. and," I forgot all the words I knew at that point, hoping that she could maybe figure out anything from there on her own. She closed her eyes again and sniffed, laying her head back down on my chest. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I replaced my arms around her loosely. 

"Where am I?" She breathed through chattering teeth after a moment. 

"At.. in the, outside. Out in the woods," I said slowly, realizing I didn't have a good answer. "I don't exactly know myself."

She sighed again. "Please..don't go."

"I won't." I hugged her snugly. She kept shivering.

I woke up, the odd way you do when you weren't supposed to fall asleep nor did you remember doing so. She was rearranging her head on my chest. I lowered one hand to my jeans and held the button on my phone. 3:34, the display glowed. Closer to morning, good, I thought. The sun will come up. Everything will be ok. 

I looked down at the girl's face. She had stopped making regular whimpering sounds and I wasn't sure but I thought she wasn't shivering as hard. I sniffed loudly, so that she could hear I was awake. Her eyelids fluttered. The fire flickered on my face and I noticed it was much smaller than I had left it. I stretched myself flat on the ground to reach for more leaves and twigs, and tossed them onto the flame. Returning up to sitting position, I saw that her eyes were open and she was looking around, even lifting her head a little.

"Hi," I said. Her eyes found mine. "You ok?" She paused and then nodded confusedly. She put a hand on my chest for balance and sat up a little. 

"I'm so cold," she said, with a new shiver running through her body. She put her arms around herself and found that she was wearing only a jacket and blanket and sleeping sack. I saw a little bit of startled worry in her face, and forced myself to talk.

"I'm sorry this is a little strange, I had to get your clothes off to warm you up. They were all wet." That still sounded really weird. I introduced myself again in case she didn't remember. "My name is Jack, I found you out here last night... I'm trying to..y'know. Help you.." I trailed off, trying to keep my explanation simple and not creepy. Her eyes stared into mine, and it made me feel like I had to keep talking. She was gradually making some sort of face but I couldn't tell what emotion was registering, so I just sort of watched with mild concern. She closed her eyes and began to cry, falling back onto my chest. 

"Hey, don't cry, it's alright," I said, holding her tightly. She cried quietly, with a lot of sniffling. It sounded like she kept trying to talk but resumed sniffling instead. "It's ok," I kept saying. My vigorous rubbing of her arms had become a gentle stroking of her hair and shoulders in an effort to comfort her.

Her tears died down in a few minutes and she rubbed her eyes. "I thought I ... I'm so cold," she said again. 

"I've got you by a nice hot fire here, warm blanket, you'll be ok. You're safe." I paused for a minute. "What's your name?"

"Uhm. Cheryl," she chattered. 

"Ah, that's a lovely name," I said. The cheesy buzzer went off in my head and I searched for something else to say. "So is ah, everything ok? Can I see your hands? Are they ok?" I said, remembering how cold she had been. I wanted to make sure she didn't have frostbite or something. She pushed her tiny hands out from the blankets and I wiggled my fingers. "Everything work?" She moved her fingers and I felt each one. Still cold, but not icy like they had been last night. "Good, good. How about your toes?" I leaned down and felt her feet through the covers. She wriggled her toes. "Nothing hurts? Everything is ok?" I asked.

She looked down at herself and nodded. "And you're....you're Jack?" She said after thinking a moment.

"Yep." 

With that she nestled her head back on my shoulder, putting her arm around mine. I felt her shivering against my body. "Cold.." she said. "I've never been so cold." I was going to resume my friction routine but got this other idea in my head. 

"Well Cheryl, I um.. it would be warmer if you wanted me to get into those blankets with you," I offered. The hint of self-sacrifice in my voice almost made me laugh out loud at myself. Honestly I wanted in there not only because of the beautiful girl, but I was pretty damn cold myself, having given her my jacket. "Would you like that?" Her face was still nuzzled into my shoulder but I could see side of her head in a sleepy nod. That was all I needed. I pulled off my shoes and figured my stiff, muddy jeans would be awful uncomfortable in there, so I took those off too. I unzipped the side of the bag, crawled in next to her, and zipped it back up. 

"Is this ok?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around her, realizing I was being more than a little forward. She nodded again, and opened her eyes a little to see me. She wriggled closer to me so that I could warm her slender little body with mine, and closed her eyes again. She must have been about 5' 4", I estimated, and maybe in her late 20's. I was 29, she didn't look older than me. And she was so beautiful, I couldn't get over it. My heart was beating like a hammer and I was sure she would feel it and hear it. I put my hands on her arms, feeling her soft skin. It was still chilly but I felt that it was warm deeper down. I rubbed more warmth into them, my eyes widening as I made a terrific realization. In this position, my palms grazed the sides of her breasts with each pass. I looked at her face, worried that she would be suddenly terrified, but she wasn't. Did she know? She had to know, come on. 

I dared to continue, even angling my hands so that they brushed a little more each time. I began to feel the edges of her nipples and slowed my hands, deciding to pretend that I had just now noticed.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry, I didn't realize..I was doing that," I said apologetically. I began to remove my hands from her sides when I felt her cool little hands on mine. Now I was the one who was startled instead. I searched her face for an explanation. 

"Don't stop," she pleaded quietly, opening her eyes a little and looking into mine. "Please." 

My heart pounded. I couldn't believe she was asking me to keep going. I replaced my hands and continued. After a minute of this I decided to go for it and slowly ran my hands more over her breasts than arms. Just as I began to fear that she didn't mean this at all when she asked me not to stop, she let out a quiet, contented sigh. I cupped her firm, perky breast in my hand and caressed it. Her skin was unbelievably soft and smooth. My thumbs ran over her nipples, which were hard and pointing straight up, I guess because of the cold. Or, maybe not. 

I opened my eyes and released her from the long, tight hug I had her locked in, finally looking down to see the lovely breasts I'd been feeling. Probably generous b, maybe even c, I concluded. They were absolutely perfect. Her nipples were a healthy pink, not very big but standing straight at attention like pencil erasers. I couldn't remember seeing anything more beautiful in my life. Before I even realized it, I had lowered my face down and was nuzzling her breast with my lips. I was a little surprised at my own boldness but she offered no objection, so I opened my lips and began to give her nipples little kisses as I caressed her breasts and smooth stomach. She let out a small gasp as I sucked a cold nipple into my hot, wet mouth. I stayed in that spot for a long time, not moving, just suckling gently, and she placed her hands on the back of my head. I felt her chest rise and fall a little faster, and let her nipple slide out of my mouth. I ran my tongue in circles around it and then flicked it rapidly over the hard little bud. She ran her fingers around in my hair and whimpered softly. I massaged it between my fingers and switched to tounging her other nipple. I was in heaven and it sounded like Cheryl was too. 

When I spent quite some time pleasuring her perfect nipples, I began to cover the rest of her breasts with little kisses, going up over her collarbone, onto her smooth little neck, her jaw, and finally her soft, pink lips. I kissed them softly again. She parted them and I kissed her again, this time long and deeply. She kissed me back, her hands on my neck and mine on both sides of her face. When it ended I felt like I had been dreaming, and I was almost worried that I had been. I remembered that she still might not really know what was happening, and I didn't want to take advantage of her. That was pretty good by itself, I decided, and hugged her tightly again, laying my head down. I kissed her forehead softly. That was that.


Cheryl



Just as I always do, I sat down at my desk after dinner and logged on to my personal e-mail account. I had been separated from my wife now for about 6 months, and the divorce was taking forever to get done. And, after living on my own for a couple of months, I had decided to start dating again. So, I was on three different on line dating sites, two that were "vanilla" and one that was very much adult oriented. My nightly routine was to see if I had any e-mail from someone on the sites, then go to them and see if there was anyone new or interesting that I would want to meet.

Tonight there was an e-mail from the adult site, something that I had found to be a rare occurrence indeed. It was an e-mail from a woman, and all it said was "I know who you are, and I will be in town next week for a conference. Let's get together."

Of course, I was intrigued. I had posted a couple of my pictures on the site. And, unlike many there, I showed my face, as well as a nude photograph. So it was very believable that someone really did know me. There was only one way to find out. I logged on to the sight and looked up the person who had contacted me.

The profile wasn't particularly helpful. There was a picture of a woman with her back turned to the camera. She had long brown hair, and was in a bikini which revealed nice legs and a firm butt. That was the only picture, no face. The profile indicated she was in her 40's. She lived in eastern Ohio and was looking for a long term relationship. Not exactly the type of profile I would be drawn to, since my goals, at least on that site, were far more focused on getting laid.

But she said she knew me. I had been born and raised near where she was now living, and had gone to college in Ohio. Maybe she really did know me. And besides, she did have nice legs and a cute butt. So I e-mailed her back. It was a short e-mail, along the lines of "Hi, thanks for writing, how do you know me?"

Within a half hour, I had a reply. She told me she knew my name (and she got it right), she had known me for a long time, and that she and I had had teenage sex. And she described the house where I grew up to a T. So, she did know me.

I went through the girls that I had had sex with in my hometown during high school. I was a relatively late bloomer, and had really only dated three or four girls throughout high school. And back then (the late 1960's) girls didn't just have sex with the guy they were dating. There was no pill, and we were all taught to save it for marriage. But that didn't stop us from fooling around. Heck, we started out (at least the guys did) jerking off in front of our pals, and as we got older, we would date and make out with our girl friends in the drive in. I still remember the first time I touched a girl's nipple with my fingers and the first time I put my hand under her mini skirt and touched her panty clad pussy. So this has to be easy. I mean, there were only so many girls I had had sex with as an 18 year old. In fact, I knew there were only two.

First there was Laverne. We had been each other's first dates, starting in 8th grade. And we went out off and on for the next 4 years. We had sex in the back of my family's station wagon the summer after graduation while at the drive in. Heck, I even remember the movie, Jesus Christ Superstar. But this couldn't be who had written to me. Laverne was blonde. And she wasn't as tall as this girl, at least according to her picture. But it was sure fun remembering that night, when we went all the way. I still remember how easy it had been to convince her that we go into the back and put the seat down. How we kissed, with our tongues intertwined, while I groped her breast through her cotton shirt. I remember how surprised I was that she wasn't wearing a bra, although thinking back, it was the era of "burning your bra". As I sat there, I could almost feel how her nipple hardened under my touch, and how she pushed me down on the car floor and straddled me while I struggled to unbutton her top and finally get to see those wonderful titties. Her nipples were very lightly colored, almost pink, and they were hard and erect. She began grinding down on my hard cock, straining through my jeans, and I ran my hands down her chest, across her flat tummy, and then began to undo the buttons on her shorts. I must have been too slow, because Laverne pushed them away, yanked off her blouse, and undid her shorts while sitting up on her knees so she could begin to slip them off. I unbuttoned my shirt as I stared at her wondrous boobs, then I crushed her to my face and began licking and sucking those nipples for all I was worth. She kept trying to undo my belt, and finally pushed me away so she could finish and unzip me. She yanked down those jeans, and my hardness was outlined in my white underwear (remember, this was in 1969). She moved her head down and kissed my throbbing cock through the cotton. And my hand was moving inside her pussy, moving fast and hard. Hell, I was 18. What did I know about taking it slow and making her feel good. And she didn't seem to mind. She pulled off my underwear, and immediately positioned herself so that I could enter her cowboy style. She slowly lowered herself onto me, and that was the first time I had ever been inside a warm, moist pussy. And, I am embarrassed to say, I came in less than 30 seconds. We hurriedly cleaned up and redressed. The drive in is still fairly public. And back then, neither of us knew how wonderful long slow lovemaking could be or really how to please each other fully.

But it wasn't Laverne. Ok, was it Marilyn? Marilyn had been going out with my best friend in high school. But they broke up after graduation and before we all went off to college. We had hooked up the summer between freshman and sophomore years in college, and it had been pretty torrid for those two months. I still remember me coming to her house one night after work at my summer job. Her parents weren't home, and she met me at the door wearing only her panties. Instead of using her single bed, we retired to her parent's room and used their queen size. Once again, it was rushed. I stripped, she lay down, I pulled off her panties, and was instantly inside her. We moved together fast and furious, hoping to finish before her parents came home. I was fascinated watching her tits juggle as I thrust into her. And once again, my orgasm took precedence. We couldn't have been in her parent's bed more than 15 minutes.

But Marilyn had black hair. So it wasn't her. Who the heck was this?

Then another e-mail came in. My mystery woman was sending me instructions! She was going to be at a convention in the town where I worked beginning on Saturday (it was only 4 days away). She was staying at the Hyatt downtown on the waterfront. They have a wonderful bar there on the 40th floor overlooking the harbor and the ocean. We were to meet there Saturday night at 8. She said she would know me, since after all she had a picture from the site, and not to worry she would find me there.

I was torn. This woman had contacted me from an adult "dating" web site where people post profiles to meet sex partners. She had proved that she knew me. She said we had had teenage sex. Her picture (if that was her) was cute. And maybe it was Laverne or Marilyn using a false picture, either of whom I would love to see and maybe end up in bed with. And the Hyatt bar was one of the best spots in town to pick up women, especially professional women near my age attending conventions or conferences. So, I agreed to meet her there, and to make sure she would know me described the blue blazer, chinos, and deck shoes I would wear.

Then I hear nothing from her at all for the rest of the week. As the week went by, I kept running through my head who this woman might be. I thought maybe someone from college, but I had never brought a girl home so she couldn't have described the house. And she said teenage sex...I really didn't get my sex life in gear until in my 20's at college. As I said, I was a slow beginner. But I knew I wanted to find out who she was and have the mystery solved.

Saturday came, and I got ready, dressing just as I said I would. I got there about 7:30, since I knew that the place filled up on weekend evenings. I took a table along one of the huge glass windows from which you could see the ocean and the two islands just south of the bay entrance. I could also see the bar entryway, and began looking for someone I might recognize. I have to admit, I love doing this, watching beautiful women dressed to impress at a high class bar. Too bad, I mused, this didn't exist when I was in my 30's or 40's. This is where I would have been. But I was married then. Now, I'm single, successful, but in my early 50's. Still, I have been known to meet some pretty good people here, and not just sex partners. My mind wondered off, running through some of the people I had met here, ending up focused on the couple from Texas that I had met last year. We had had a great time talking and drinking wine, then me dancing with his wife. We'd finally decided that there was great chemistry, and they invited me to their room. It was not exactly what I had expected, really much better. They were in their early 40's. Obviously they took pride in how they looked...not gym rats, but people who kept in good shape physically and mentally. She wore a cute black dress, low cut with spaghetti straps, and heels. He was in a casual pants and a golf shirt. We had talked about the great meal they had had and the good restaurants in town, going to wineries, golfing, and vacations. And we had been exchanging sexual innuendos since the second drink, when I complimented her on her dress. 

Once we got to their room, I knew that the night was going to be a little different then I had first believed. We entered the room, and almost immediately both of my partners turned towards me. She moved closer and kissed me deeply, while he dropped to his knees and began to unzip me. As I kissed her I moved my hands over her wonderful breasts, pushing on them firmly and feeling them react to both my hands and our kiss. I was reacting as well, and my hard on was getting larger, when I felt him put his mouth over it and begin sucking me. Now, who am I to get all moral about this? I mean, I am here with his wife, kissing her and feeling her, so why should I care if he wants to put me in his mouth, especially when it felt so good. 

His wife slowly moved towards the bed, leading me there with her mouth. My hands were fumbling for the zipper on the back of her dress, drawing it down finally and revealing that she wore no bra or panties. One of my hands dropped to the small of her back and I began to massage the top of her wonderful ass. The other hand continued playing with her now released breast, manipulating a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. We were standing next to the bed, and hubby was still on his knees, slurping on my cock, while he undid his pants with one hand and massaged my cock with the other. 

I stepped out of my pants, and her dress fell to the floor. I pushed her back onto the bed, following her down. Hubby released me and finished taking off his pants and shirt. Soon all three of us were naked on the king sized bed. I had my mouth on her nipples, suckling them and flicking them with my tongue. She had grasped my cock and was stroking it firmly, up and down. Her husband was now between her legs, licking her moist pussy for all he was worth. I grabbed his cock in my hand and began matching her stroke for stroke. 

We stayed this way for a bit, then it became obvious that she wanted more than a mouth on her pussy. Because she got up, pushed me onto my back, and then straddled my cock, lowering herself onto it slowly, with her face looking towards mine. Her husband got up and stood at the side of the bed, where she could take his cock into her mouth. And my hands went right back to her lovely breasts, massaging them, crushing them, and twirling the nipples as she rode me. 

Pretty soon she began to moan, a deep long moan from the depths of her soul. Because, as she rode me, I was both twisting and rising towards her, so that as she thrust down, I thrust upwards with the twist causing my cockhead to rub against her g-spot. She was getting more and more excited and really clamped down on me. Her husband was also getting really hot, as he thrust into his wife's mouth. I knew I was getting close. All of a sudden, her husband started shaking and I knew he was cumming. She was doing her best to swallow it, but with her moving up and down on me, there was no way that some of his hot cum was going to miss her mouth, getting into her hair and on her face. The sight of her disheveled hair and the white glossy liquid dripping down her face caused me to start to cum as well. And, now that her mouth was free, she screamed as a deep orgasm filled her body. We both seemed to jerk and spasm for minutes before she collapsed and rolled off of me.

Her husband immediately put his face into her pussy and began to lick my cum out of her. I turned towards her and moved to kiss her lips, licking up his sperm from her face and allowing her to taste it from my mouth.

Yea, that had been a great night, and the fact that there was some bi action between her husband and I made it all the more special.

But, as I got lost in the memories of that night, I stopped watching the entry way. And so, I was very surprised when I heard someone call my name out. I looked around, and there was my cousin Cheryl standing there. Now, Cheryl is about 6 or 7 years younger than I, and had sort of hung around me as I was growing up. It had been around 25 years since I last saw her. I had moved away from my home town after college, doing a long stint in the military. She had moved away right after her high school graduation, and I had heard she had gone to night school and gotten both her bachelor's and master's degrees the hard way. And all of a sudden, it hit me. This was my mystery woman. Cheryl is in her mid forties now. But the last time I saw her, she was 18 and just out of high school, and I was home on leave. What had thrown me off was her mention of teenage sex. Here I thought it was me as the teenager, when it turned out that it was her, just turning 18 that summer I was home.

We had both been pretty bored when I was there. After all, this was a very small town, and I had been living in California for 4 years and had been overseas twice. And Cheryl was never going to be able to stay in the hometown. She had always been a rebel, even when she was 10 or 12. So, when I suggested to her at her graduation party that we should maybe hang out a bit while I was there, she had eagerly accepted. I will admit I found her attractive. She was 18, had truly filled out well, and her long brown hair framed her pretty face and dropped over her breasts. But, she was my cousin, so she was off limits as far as sex was concerned. Well, at least I thought so at the beginning.

We made arrangements to meet the next Saturday. It was the next to last day for me to be home, and I had told my parents that I wanted to go out with a couple of high school friends. But Cheryl and I were going to meet at the local tavern, have a few beers, and (she said) meet a couple of her girl friends. And, after a week at home, I was ready to get out of the house and have some fun. Maybe even get lucky.

I drove over to the tavern and walked in. it was dark, noisy, and filled with guys drinking the local brews, with about half as many girls with their dates or milling around the pool tables. I saw Cheryl over by the juke box and my mouth dropped. There she was in about the shortest skirt I had ever seen (this is 1975 now) and was wearing a sheer yellow cotton top, tied at the waist, very deeply cut, and clearly showing her nipples. I stared for quite a bit, then walked over, adjusting my growing hard on as I did. She looked up and smiled, handed me a beer, and we proceeded to talk about what a great place the hometown was to grow up, and then leave. After a few minutes, with me trying very hard not to stare at her nipples so clearly outlined under that cotton, I asked her where her friends were. She told me that she had never intended to ask them out because she wanted me to herself. I was floored, embarrassed (this is my cousin after all), and a bit confused. But she told me that she was tired of small town guys with small town ideas, and that I was the first breath of fresh air and sophistication she had seen. And she wanted to spend the night with me, talking about how it felt to get out of, what she termed nowhere.

We went to a table and talked for about an hour. I have to admit, I kept staring at her tits. And, even though I was distracted, I discovered that she was a lot more savvy, smart, and ambitious then the 12 year old that I had remembered her as. After a bit though, I wanted to leave. The place was loud, it was a local beer hall where the topics were how the high school football team would do next year and what the local professional baseball team was doing. So, I suggested we go. And she agreed.

We went out and got into my rental, then drove away. I was thinking of a more intimate bar, maybe. And then I got this idea. I headed south, towards the only big city nearby. As we drove, we talked more, and we started flirting. It started when she said she knew where my eyes had been all night. I asked her if she was embarrassed by my staring, and she said no, that she had actually liked it. From that moment on, I knew where I was taking her.

After about 30 minutes, we were downtown, driving along the river. She had asked me who my high school lovers were, and since she knew both of them, she commented on whether I was lucky that we split before college. She wanted to know about college, and what went on there, especially sex wise. She whined a bit because she couldn't afford to go to college right away, but she was going to get a job and save money to go. But she loved the stories about beer drinking frat parties, streaking, and how loose everyone seemed to be, or as she said, how sophisticated they were. 

When I turned into the parking lot of the Hyatt downtown, she got quiet for a second. I told her I was going to go get a room (after all, I was 24 and a military officer) and that I would then take her to that room. We were going to make love, not fuck. And we'd also talk. We were going to stay there all night, and she could call her mom (my aunt) and tell her she was staying at her friend's. I then told her she had a choice. She could do this with me, or I would drive her home. She leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues swirled together, and I pulled her head closer to me. But there was no urgent grasping or frenzied adolescent groping. I had learned a bit in 6 years.

I went in and registered, then returned to the car and drove it into the garage. We went up the elevator to our floor, and directly to the room. It overlooked the river and downtown, with a king sized bed. Cheryl sat down and I sat next to her. I kissed her, and then told her to call her mom.

As she told her mom what she was supposedly doing, I caressed her hair and slowly let my hands drop down her side. I brushed the swell of her breasts and then continued down to her hips. She squirmed a bit as I brushed the inside of her thighs with the back of my hand. After she hung up, she moved into my arms, and we went back to kissing. My hands were now on her breasts, but I was slowly massaging them, twirling the nipples a bit, and using the backs of my hands to brush the firm skin. I untied her blouse, and then slowly moved it over her shoulders. She was naked now above the waist. I move my head down and licked the sides of her breasts, then underneath them. I pushed them together and moved my tongue across the inside of each one. I blew on the nipples, and then slowly engulfed one with my mouth. I sucked in, tweaking her nipple with my tongue. And she gasped and held my head right to her breasts.




Cheryl and her Friends: Britney!



"Ted! Ted! You'll never guess what happened today!" Cheryl burst into the house after work, over the moon with her news.

Ted loved the way his wife shared her enthusiasm. He took at as a personal "job well done" that she would reveal herself to him like that. "Did the fifth dentist cave and now all of them agree that Crest is an effective cavity fighter?"

"Tit! No! I entered a contest on the radio,

"And...

"I got tickets, including a meet and greet, for...guess who?" Cheryl could hardly contain herself.

"Guess Who? Aren't they retired or in a home or something?" As much as Ted liked Cheryl's enthusiasm, he liked to poke at her too.

"What? Britney Spears, you moron! Britney! This is so freaking fabulous! I have to call Tannis!" 

Britney Spears, sheesh . Ted was aghast. When was his woman going to outgrow this schoolgirl crush-y thing she had going on for that vapid little airhead? Oh well, it makes her happy.

He heard her chattering on the phone, giggling and shrieking with Tannis. Tannis wasn't as big of a fan, but opportunities like this don't come up every day. There was no way Tannis would miss out.

"Okay, that's two of the four tickets," Cheryl thought. "It wouldn't be a party without Julie and Sylvia."

Julie was as psyched about it as Tannis and jumped at the chance. Sylvia was much less enthusiastic, letting Cheryl know that she'd think about it but probably not.

Mentally, Cheryl struck Sylvia off the list. This would be about the biggest night of Cheryl's life; no wet blankets were going to be allowed. They had other fun together so it was no big loss.

That left an open spot, though. Over the next couple of days, she thought long and hard about someone suitable to accompany her, Tannis, and Sylvia. Of her friends, no one really stood out.

"Ted!"

*

"Ted - honey, sweetie, lover."

"Uh oh," Ted cringed at what was coming next. Cheryl still held onto that little-girl-with-daddy-wrapped-around-her-finger shtick, which served her well and that Ted knew was always going to cost him something.

Toying at the hairs on his chest with her freshly painted nails, Cheryl pleaded, "Baby, I really need someone else to go to the Britney show. There's no one else I want but you there. You're gonna look after me aren't you?"

"Aaaawwww Jen... You're not gonna make me give up my man card, are you? You know that just isn't my style." Ted was a metal guy, through and through. Ozzy, Maiden, Motorhead - Fuck yeah! Britney? She was those guys' bitch.

"You remember what happened last time I took you to her show, don't you?" Cheryl started hungrily stroking Ted's cock through his jeans. "Wouldn't you like me to do that to you one more time? Hmmm?"

"Oh geez, woman. Let me think about it. But no matter what, you can't tell the guys!"

Over the next three days, Cheryl implored her husband. Each time, he simply held his index finger to his lips, letting Cheryl know to keep it to herself.

Despite the fact that Ted's reluctance was much stronger than Sylvia's, Cheryl wasn't going to relent. She wondered to herself just how she could push him over the edge into "yes".

*

Friday night came and Cheryl had her plan in place. When Ted came home, she had steaks ready to come off the grill and a cold beer already pulled from the fridge for him. Cheryl kept her mouth shut about Britney; she just kept stroking his ego. Ted knew something was up, but he loved the attention.

After they were done dinner, Cheryl took Ted by the hand and led him to the easy chair, positioned square with the big screen TV in the family room.

"You get comfortable, lover. I've got something for you," Cheryl hinted as Ted plopped into the La-Z-Boy.

Cheryl turned her back to Ted and her attention to the DVD player. As the menu came up, she found a listing of titles. She selected "Play All".

Keeping her back to Ted, at the first bass thump of the song, she cocked her hips. As the song progressed she rotated her hips in time to the music, deepening the thrust of her pelvis with each turn. As Britney started singing, she bent down to glance backwards at Ted and gave him a wink. She nudged down her denim skirt just enough to see her ass crack and a gold lamé string running down and across.

"God, that woman can move." Ted sat in awe of his luscious, stripper-wife.

Turning to face him, Cheryl mauled her tits through the fabric of her top. One by one, she undid the buttons, revealing a similar gold fabric under the blouse. She turned away again, first looking over her right shoulder, then left, and shrugged off the blouse to her waist. Turning to face him again, she dropped the blouse to the floor, thrusting her barely restrained tits toward Ted. 

The shimmery gold material mesmerized Ted. Cheryl was always coming up with something from that horny, creative mind of hers. This was fucking exceptional.

She continued to sway as she thrust her hand inside the open skirt and it was obvious she was pressing deeper and deeper, not just putting on a show. Thrusting her pussy into her hand, Cheryl was one with the sexy music, fucking herself in time to the bass drum. She knew the song was closing and she wanted to be ready for the next video to come on.

Pulling her wet hand from the confines of the skirt, she seductively sucked each finger to the base before easing her skirt over her hips. As the song closed, she was left standing in the lamé bikini, and she strutted directly in front of Ted, standing between his legs. 

"Baby, I really want you to come with me to the show. I know what you think of her, but I promise you one thing: come with me and I'll be your bitch."

The next video was one of Britney's most explicit, almost x-rated as it was edited for the DVD; it was exactly what Cheryl wanted. She was clothed in an ornate body suit and fishnet pantyhose, rolling around on a platform as she performed for the camera. 

"Watch her. See how sexy she is? She even makes me wet," Cheryl tempted Ted as she undid his pants.

Ted couldn't deny that Britney was a hottie. Having her there on the screen while his wife tempted him seemed deliciously taboo and his cock twitched at Cheryl's touch.

"Lay back and enjoy the show, stud." Cheryl yanked his pants off.

She began stroking Ted's very hard cock with a rhythm to match Britney's moves - Cheryl knew them by heart. At the chorus, she began a lick, right from his ass to the tip of his dick. 

Britney was sexy, but Cheryl was cock-hungry right there; he didn't know where to look. 

"Just watch. Pretend it's her," Cheryl provoked as she stroked. "I bet you'd like to fuck those titties wouldn't you? Cum shot to the stars? Hmmmm?"

"Oh yeah baby, those tits are awesome. Keep it up."

Cheryl was turned on, too and wanted a taste of the action. As the second verse continued, she stood to face the TV and pulled her skirt to her hips. Pulling aside her panties, she inched back and bent forward, planting her wet cunt on Ted's cock. As Britney faked some sexy encounter on a table, Cheryl lapdanced her husband who was now transfixed with the sexy blonde who was urging his cum out of him. 

Cheryl rolled her hips, grinding her pussy and clit against her husband's hard, horny meat. She was delirious with the pleasure of playing out this fantasy. But she had to keep her wits about her; Ted couldn't cum too soon.

That song wound to a close and the next one came on. There was no choreography for Cheryl; she just took Ted's pussy-wet cock as deep in her throat as she could. God, it felt so good having him like this. And sucking his cock soaked in cunt? That brought forbidden fantasies to her mind that increased her hunger. 

Ted was enthralled with the lurid display of two women: his slut wife gobbling his cock like it was the last one, and Britney prancing nearly naked on the screen. He hadn't had a threesome since before he was married and this was a damned close second. 

Britney was dancing around a pole and the virtual fuck she gave it blended perfectly with the wet sucking Cheryl was delivering to him. Cheryl could feel it coming and she began using her fingernails on his swollen sac. Bucking his hips to meet her bobbing head, Cheryl backed off, leaving his slobbery wet dick in her hands.

She thrust her tits toward his cock, jacking him hard, urging him to climax.

"Come on baby. You wanna cum on Brit's tits dontcha? You made those nipples so hard, she's begging. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me!"

Something about that word always made him cum, and this was no exception. With a howl, he let streams fly over Cheryl's tits, some hitting her throat. Cheryl stroked him until the last drop oozed out of the tip of his still hard penis.

Cheryl sucked on the tip, taking that last liquid pearl. "Oops. You did it again," she purred with a smile and a wink.

*~*~*~

Ted was a little annoyed with himself, being manipulated into going to the concert. 

"Whenever she pulls one of those stunts, I somehow agree to whatever she cooks up," he muttered to himself. "Oh well, it's only one night."

"Are you girls ready?" he called out.

"Five minutes!" He wasn't sure who answered but bided his time.

Giggling as they left the master bedroom, Cheryl, Tannis and Julie emerged to an appreciative Ted.

Cheryl wore tight jeans and a loose gold lame top to match that devious bikini bottom that got Ted into this mess. She finished the outfit off with some slouchy, over-the-knee suede boots.

Tannis's tall form and blonde hair were set off with a long-sleeved, pink mesh top which exaggerated the black strapless bra underneath. She finished it off with black skinny jeans and some comfortable sandals.

Julie was in a black, sequined tank top and blue jeans with just enough flair to cover her modest heels.

"Even if it means having to see Britney Spears, it's worth it to have these hotties on my arm all night," Ted thought with an appreciative leer.

The girls were ecstatic with anticipation. This was the first show on the tour and Cheryl had secured front row seats and a meet and greet.

The four of them packed into Ted and Jen's SUV and hit the road.

"You're our frickin' hero, Jen!" Tannis piped up. 

"This is gonna be awesome," Julie squealed.

"Save your energy for the show, girls," was all Ted could muster.

The girls sipped from a flask of vodka while the drove to the arena. The chatter was nonstop. 

It had seemed a little unusual that the meet and greet was after the show but nobody really cared. There was supposed to be some hospitality service and that would be fun. Tannis and Julie told Ted and Cheryl to make their way to their seats which were only a couple rows back from the front, giving them a close but wide view of the stage. About 15 minutes later, the two girls joined them with beers for the three of them and a coke for Ted.

Right from the beginning, the show was a spectacle that even Ted had to admit was stunning. The sets, the choreography and the outfits did not disappoint at all. Britney held the stage in the palm of her hand and the girls were eating it up. Post-breakdown-Britney was a seriously sexy creature and she let it show throughout the performance.

After a brief intermission, the show started again. Three songs in, Britney took the time to do what qualified as intimate interaction with the audience. She scanned the audience while delivering her monolog, in particular those up front, but her attention was captured when she noticed Tannis. Nothing broke the presentation but there was no mistaking that Britney's focus was solely on Tannis for that moment. Britney and Tannis locked eyes briefly before the star continued addressing the whole audience again. Ted and the three girls would find out later that Britney knew the seats for her meet and greet guests and she was checking them out.

The show concluded with the expected theatrics and explosions, leaving most of the audience wanting more. The show was done though, and the house lights came up. The foursome was greeted by a security person who told them they would be escorted to the meet and greet. They pulled themselves together and followed through the concourse, a whole new level of excitement building. They were going to actually meet Britney Spears!

They were taken to a hospitality suite and told to feel free to avail themselves of beverages and food that were laid out. Britney hadn't shown up yet so they decided to enjoy the buffet and a beverage. After about 15 minutes, an attendant entered to announce Ms. Spears' arrival in 5 minutes. That gave Cheryl and her crew the opportunity to finish their appetizers and straighten up a bit. The girls checked each others' teeth for errant food bits and each popped a mint. They were going to make as good of an impression as possible. 

They weren't prepared for what was to come. Preceded by a small entourage, Britney came in looking better than at the beginning of the show. She was wearing lightly flared leather pants above her high-heeled mules and a loose scooped top open to her mid-tummy, revealing incredible cleavage. Cheryl caught herself gasp. This was a dream come true! She didn't know if it was a fact but it seemed that Britney had made a special effort for them. What she didn't know was that Britney had taken some extra time, but it wasn't specifically for all of them.

They were presented to Britney and made brief introductions. Cheryl was the contest winner so she went first. As her husband, Ted was next. Curiously, Britney moved past Tannis to Julie, then returned to the tall blonde. It seemed that the star was lingering over her introduction to Tannis, while scanning her from head to toe. Cheryl was jealous of the attention but also aroused at this forward display. 

After encouraging Cheryl's crew to resume enjoying the hospitality, they continued to chat. The girls were barely restrained in their enthusiasm for Britney, but again they all were surprised at the amount of attention that Tannis was getting. It went way beyond just idle chit-chat too; Britney was obviously seeking out opportunities to touch Tannis's arm or graze her hair. To be fair, they also noticed that she was appraising - was that leering? - each of them, but Tannis was definitely the focus.

After about fifteen minutes, Britney made a suggestion that surprised everyone, including her own attendants. "You know this is the first show on the tour, right? We've had dress rehearsals in town. How would you like to come get a glimpse behind the scenes?"

Even Ted's jaw dropped. It certainly wasn't Lemmy, but how could they refuse that kind of offer? They readily agreed and Britney told one of the staff to get a limo ready. 

In a limo! With Britney Spears? Cheryl didn't know what to do with herself. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She did know what to do with herself, but that wouldn't have been appropriate at the moment.

Under tight security, they proceeded to the exit where the car was waiting. An attendant opened the door and Britney urged Tannis onto the bench seat, then took Cheryl's hand and pulled her in, sandwiching herself between her two fans. Ted and Julie were last, and they took the seats opposite the bench.

Britney did pay attention to the contest winner, Cheryl, but it was clear she had something on her mind with Tannis. The touching was non-stop: shoulder, thigh, hair. Then it was revealed.

"You look so much like me. You're very beautiful, Tannis," Britney whispered loudly in her ear. Cheryl swore that she saw Britney's tongue graze her friend's ear.

As much as Cheryl was jealous - she was the fan after all! - seeing what seemed to be the seduction of her sexy blonde friend by her idol was very arousing. Britney was all over Tannis and it was obvious that Cheryl's blonde friend was melting at the attention. Cheryl knew her cues and Tannis was getting hornier by the minute.

They arrived at the warehouse and members of Britney's entourage opened the large doors. Britney instructed her staff to all wait outside, except for one security person. She showed them around the props: a large, human sized picture frame, a cage, and ramps. They were all the same things that Britney used at the show that night.

She told some stories about how ideas for the concert were conceived and how those ideas fit with the songs. After a few minutes of this, she called the four together. The security person conspicuously hung back, ever watchful but oblivious to what was expected to happen.

It seemed that Britney wasn't about to waste any time. She approached Ted, running her fingers through his hair and over his chest. "Let me be straight up. I've always wanted to fuck my dancers but my lawyers have advised against it." Bending over to Ted's ear she spoke loudly enough for all of them to hear. "How would you like to be my dancers tonight?"

Cheryl's pussy gushed as she gasped. Before anyone else could speak, or even she could think, she blurted, "YES!"

They all looked in shock at her. "Seriously, guys. This is once in a lifetime! Ted, whatever happens here, it's all good. Cheryl, Julie," she sauntered over to her two friends and, with a caress to each, implored, "This would mean so much to me."

For the first time ever, Cheryl kissed both of her friends squarely on the lips. She was surprised at how receptive they were.

Tannis was the first to reply. "She's already got me so horny. How could I say no?"

Julie quickly followed. "I've always wanted to see you two naked. Yes!"

"Naked isn't what I had in mind," Britney reminded them. "You will be my dancers, dressed for a show. Now, a couple of things. I have an iron clad alibi for where I am tonight. Don't even think about publicizing this. I will make things very difficult for you if you do. Next, please give your phones and cameras and whatever you might have to my security here. Finally, go get dressed. The sluttier, the better. Tannis, I have something in mind for you."

They all went off to the wardrobe area and sifted through the various pieces. 

Cheryl picked out a belted and strapped sequined black body suit that she had seen on Britney before. Brit had worn it with fishnet tights, but Cheryl though better of it and picked out some thigh highs instead. All the heels were for dancers so they were sturdy enough for her to feel comfortable.

She helped Ted pick out some black chaps and a tank top. Britney stopped them short at underwear. "I wanna see that cock swinging."

Julie's outfit was similar to Ted's: a one piece cat-suit with cutouts. Britney allowed her some panties underneath.

Britney's selection for Tannis was quick. She pulled out a sheer white stretch crop top, a blue-plaid ultra-mini skirt, white knee socks and black pumps.

They all took a change room and when they came out to gather, they were in awe of each other. The biggest shock came when Britney exited her room: she was dressed identically to Tannis. Strutting out, she circled Cheryl's crew with an appreciative leer.  

Walking to Ted, she grasped his cock which a high as teetering on the edge of erection. It twitched at her touch. "That'll do nicely."

Julie looked stunning and sleek in the catsuit. Britney grabbed her ass and licked her ear. "None of my dancers has looked this good in that outfit."

She walked to Cheryl and grasped her cheeks in her hand and kissed her mouth."I am very glad you won. And especially glad you brought this one," she said as she walked to Tannis.

Running her hand up Tannis's firm tummy, she landed on the perfect globes in the see-through material. "Look at us. We're like twins." Then, she planted her mouth on Tannis's, thrusting her tongue inside while casting a look at Cheryl. 

That look spoke volumes to Cheryl: "I want her more than you."

Britney was grinding against Tannis's tall form, her hands roaming and groping freely. Tannis seemed tentative but completely receptive to the advances. Parting her legs, Tannis let one of Britney's thighs in between to press against her pussy.




Cheryl and her Friends: Britney!



Still holding Tannis, Britney turned to Ted and ordered, "You. Make out with Miss Catsuit. And you Cheryl, get to watch your husband fuck another woman. Get comfy." 

Britney took control of Tannis and walked her over to a large stage prop table. There, she laid her back and spread her legs wide. Cheryl was feeling humiliated but she was willing to let Britney do anything she wanted. Tannis looked so slutty and sexy under Britney's spell. Her shapely legs extended, with her calves enhanced by the knee stockings. As much as she was in control, Britney was captivated by her near lookalike. Holding her ankles high, she stood between Tannis's legs, mock-fucking her. Tannis pressed her hips back in rhythm, seeming to seek every inch of the imaginary cock. The movement of the two was perfectly choreographed and it was hard to imagine that there wasn't a stiff shaft piercing Tannis's cunt.

With Cheryl's explicit encouragement, Ted began working over Julie's body. Julie wasn't his favorite of Cheryl's friends, but this would be the first time he had ever played with any of them. He stood behind her, one hand on one of her luscious tits, the other furtively caressing her tummy, thigh and pussy. He was now grateful for his exposed dick and the skimpy underwear Julie had chosen for the crotchless catsuit. This was the first new ass he had experienced since he met Cheryl and her skin felt so sexy and taboo against his twitching shaft.

Julie's supple body rippled against Ted as he nibbled at her neck. Reaching her hand behind her, she drew Ted to her. That response provoked Ted to start getting more rough with her, forcing his hand inside her panties. 

Cheryl was happy that Julie seemed to enjoy being used by Ted. She was feeling a strange mix of arousal and dismissal. One seemed to feed the other and she began playing with herself in the prop chair she had found. Splaying her legs - she was beginning to find something sexy about the stockings she rarely ever wore - she was rubbing her own pussy through the body suit fabric. It was almost a mindless caress as she took in the carnal scene before her.

Britney's ass was in full glory as she undulated against Tannis's pelvis. Tannis's crop top had now been pushed up over top of her heaving tits and Cheryl flinched as Tannis took one of her own nipples in her mouth. Britney looked back to see Cheryl unsnapping the crotch of the bodysuit, then returned her attention to Tannis. Together, the two blondes grazed their tongues over Tannis's erect flesh, smiling lewdly at the display they were creating. 

Britney appeared particularly satisfied as she saw the lust unfolding with Ted and Julie. He had turned her around and forced her to her knees. Cheryl, too, was enthralled with the vision of black leather and spandex as Julie was swallowing as much of Ted's cock as she could. Ted leaned back in ecstasy as he fucked the first strange mouth in over ten years, while his wife watched. Ted's hands were tangled in her hair giving her no escape from the onslaught. 

Cheryl gasped as Britney pulled Tannis's panties to her ankles and draped her long shapely legs over her shoulders. Tannis responded by keeping her feet apart enough to spread the panties wide in a snare holding the star to her pussy. From Cheryl's viewpoint, Tannis seemed to cum at the mere thought of Britney licking her pussy. In a wave from her feet to her hips, she fucked Britney's face wildly. That encouragement drove Britney's tongue deeper and harder until Tannis let out a wail. 

"Oh god! Fuck! Cumming! Cumming!" she cried as she orgasmed.

By this time, Cheryl had a leg over the arm of the chair with her hand buried deep inside her sopping wet hole. Britney looked to Ted and Julie, then Cheryl. "Don't you look pathetic there. I guess I should let you lick my cunt. Why don't you come and look after me?"

Cheryl felt so small in that moment, being treated like some sort of afterthought and that made her start pumping her pussy even harder. 

"What the FUCK are you doing? Get over here and make me cum. You'd better make me cum!" Britney demanded of Cheryl.

Britney closed the gap between her and Tannis, moving up to kiss her and play with her tits while Cheryl got on her knees behind Britney to tend to her needy pussy. She pulled the white satin panties down her legs and Britney stepped out of them. Cheryl was no stranger to pleasuring women and she determined to put on her best show. She licked up the back of Britney's thighs to her ass, then nipped at each cheek. Placing her hands on the stars ass, she parted the luscious rump, causing a gasp from Britney.

"I don't have all night, chicklet. Eat the cunt!"

Cheryl was aroused at being ordered like this and she drove her face up and between her idol's spread thighs. Even though she was experienced, nothing prepared her for the orgasm that overcame her just as her tongue tasted the pussy of her dreams. She had been prepared by the finger-fucking she had given herself, but the whole night came crashing down on her as she tried to maintain her skills while her body shook against Britney's shapely legs. 

Britney had been around a lot of different types and she knew Cheryl. "Aaaahhhh, you like that do you? Just the thought of my pussy is good enough for that needy little cunt of yours. You like the fact that I want your friend more than I want you. Little groupie whore."

Cheryl was pushed over the top. She furiously drove her face into Britney's luscious ass, moistening her target's anus. Britney wasn't quite prepared for that and howled as she tugged on Tannis's tit with her mouth. 

"Eat it! I know you want to!" 

Cheryl pressed her tongue against Britney's clit and shoved two fingers inside. She thrust her hand hard in and out while sucking on the clit. Suddenly, Britney rose on her toes, holding tight to Tannis's thighs. Shaking, she attempted to grind back into Cheryl's hand and worshipful face.

"God damn you bitch, you're making me cum! Fuuuuuuuuck!"

Cheryl felt a trickle of juice flow over her hand and she doubled her efforts, thrusting and sucking through her idol's orgasm.

Julie had been keeping one eye on the lesbian action going on between her friends and Britney as she sucked on Ted's cock. She found it strangely erotic to take in the scene while she serviced a strange cock. Her desire for almost any cock was heightened by watching Cheryl and Tannis. Ted was the lucky recipient of her hunger, watching her alternate from glimpsing at the girls to pulling his body so that he was down her throat. 

Ted knew his wife and spoke loudly, "Fuck girl, you gotta give lessons to my wife. Suck that cock!"

As Julie released to breathe a moment, Ted yanked her up and took her to the table where the girls were playing. He laid her back, next to Tannis and gripped her panties with both hands, ripping them off. Julie draped her spandex covered legs over Ted and moaned loudly as he ate her pussy with the rough ferocity that she always craved from a man. 

Britney noticed the pair as she recovered from her orgasm. "Good. A cock! Get warmed up in that little bitch, then come feed me."

Ted was fired up by the taste of Julie's lush, wet pussy and showed no signs of stopping.

"You. Slutwife. Make sure his dick is hard for me," Britney ordered Cheryl. 

After only a couple of minutes of sucking Ted's cock, Britney ordered Cheryl again, "Groupie whore, get his face out of there and push that dick in her."

Cheryl wanted to please Britney and she had an idea of her own. She got up and went behind Ted, wrapping her arms around his waist and urging him to stand erect. She pressed into his ass, stroking his cock and pushing him forward. She was in complete control of his member and guided the tip to Julie's pussy lips.

"Do you want my husband to fuck you? Huh?"

Julie replied with uncontrolled lust, "God yes. I need that cock!"

With her arms still wrapped around Ted's waist, she put all her weight into him and thrust him all the way in. Julie moaned as she saw her small friend behind Ted, controlling the fucking she was receiving. The husband and wife moved in unison; Britney was pleased. She liked good improvisation as much as directing and started idly stroking her pussy while watching the scene unfold. She turned to Tannis and encouraged her to do the same.

"Is she always like this? Cheryl? This is soooo hot."

Tannis had begun to stroke herself and replied, "I don't know, but I like it too."

"Do you want some of that, love?" Britney offered.

"I don't know. You first." Tannis found it a bit amusing that Britney was so affectionate with her. 

"Okay. Enough! Slutwife's husband, lie on the table."

Everyone cleared a spot and Ted laid down, his big erection pointing straight up.

Britney then showed just how much affection she had for Tannis. She straddled Ted's cock, then reached her hand to Tannis, telling Cheryl's friend to straddle Ted's chest and face her. "I want it like you are fucking me, precious."

The lusty star pulled Tannis in tight and together, the two bounced up and down on Ted's cock while Britney and Tannis invaded each other's mouths. Their tits were mashed together, hands caressing each other; they were lost in their mutual lust.

For his part, Ted didn't care that he was just a cock to Britney. Not only did he get to fuck Britney-fucking-Spears- take that, Lemmy! - but he got to lust after Tannis's luscious ass while doing so. It was like fucking two hotties at the very same time.

Cheryl was in her glory, getting to watch her idol AND her friends, doing things she never imagined. It blew away any fantasy she had ever had. So far, she hadn't done much with her friends, but she nudged Julie up on to the large table where there was still some room. She sat behind Julie, cupping her tits while the two of them were captivated by the threesome in front of them. Keeping her eyes on them, she nuzzled and kissed Julie's neck. One of her hands roamed down to tease Julie's pussy. Julie arched her back to meet Cheryl's hand. 

Britney's pleasure was too much for Tannis. She eased herself out of Britney's hold and slid her ass back across Ted's chest. There was no pretense as she dropped her pussy on Ted's face, attempting to not smother him. On her knees, she leaned into Britney for support, again bouncing up and down with the rhythm of the star's fucking. Despite the lack of cock in her pussy, she was aroused by the very sexy body in front of her in the throes of pleasure. As Ted's tongue devoured her, she felt another orgasm building. Britney was consumed by the completely narcissistic vision, imagining herself before her and peaked at a similar level of pleasure. The two were holding each other screaming as orgasm took them each at the same time.

The hall erupted with a chorus of "Oh God! Oh God!" as the two girls squirmed over Ted's body. Cheryl began humping Julie from behind, digging her hand into Julie's cunt. It wasn't enough for Cheryl, but Julie fell back against her friend, convulsing in her own orgasm.

Unbelievably, Ted was still going strong but he knew it wouldn't be long. Britney's spasms eased and she climbed off.

"Look Cheryl," she said. Cheryl's heart skipped as Britney addressed HER by name. "I like having fun but I'm not a bitch. I think a man should cum with his wife. Do you want that? I want you to. I want you to give him the best fuck ever. Can you do that for me and make me proud?"

"Well, I do have a special request. I need him to fuck me but..."

"Yes?"

"Can he cum on your tits?"

"You ARE a slutwife! I love it!"

Cheryl felt like a little girl, being exhorted by her idol like that. She took Britney's place atop Ted, while Britney herself guided his almost-ready-to-explode cock into her dripping pussy. As she impaled herself, she crouched toward Ted's face, whispering, "I am SO gonna be your bitch."

Cheryl pulled out every trick she could think of or had seen as she rode Ted. She twerked her ass up and down at a feverish pace and ground her clit into his pubic bone. The piece de resistance was leaning back to swirl her hips, The sensation for Ted was amazing, like the most artful handjob ever, but everyone was surprised when Britney knelt behind Cheryl, supporting her while she twisted her cunt around Ted's cock. 

"Baby, I'm getting close!" Ted told Cheryl.

Cheryl climbed off of him, disappointed she didn't get the complete fucking she was craving but ecstatic about what was to come. She was pleased that Britney was so eager, too, sitting back on her calves and presenting her tits to Ted. Cheryl was fixated on the scene. Britney, always the show person, let a slow stream of saliva escape into her cleavage as Ted pressed his cock upwards through the crevice. He began vigorously fucking, rocking Britney back and forth.

"That's it! Yeah! You like fucking those all star tits? Do it good. Give your wife a show!"

Ted loved the dirty talk and felt the pleasure building. Suddenly, he felt the twitch and a stream of cum escaped over Britney's chest. Almost before it landed, another stream pulsed. Ted kept fucking until he had completely unloaded his cum over the pussy-and-spit slickened tits.

"Bravo, Cheryl!" Britney giggled. "That was awesome, though...I think I can do better." She gave her a wink.

Britney made her way around the group, giving each a kiss on the cheek.

"That, my new friends, was better than I imagined fucking my dancers would be. I don't think it will ever happen again and I don't think it will be equaled." Britney was very gracious when she wasn't being the boss.

Cheryl was over the moon at Britney's sweetness to her and her friends. Never in her life did she think that she, her husband and two of her best friends would be together like this. 

"Alas, it is time to bring things to a close," Britney continued, then called to her assistant. "Get a car. I think these people deserve to just relax on the way home. Oh, and get another driver for their vehicle."

They first got changed and gabbed while they waited. Again, Britney kissed each of them, wishing them well and sending them off when the car arrived.

For the first ten minutes, the four only exchanged glances in silence. Finally, Tannis looked Cheryl square in the eye. "You are SUCH a slut!", she teased then erupted in laughter. 

With the ice now broken, the four shared their recent reminiscences all the way home. None of them really could believe that what the other was saying was true, so fixed had they been on what they experienced themselves. But one thing was sure: this memory would bond them like no other.



Cheryl and Her New Friends



This is a work of fiction; it involves interracial sex, and other acts. This is a fantasy world, so there are no STD's, nor are there negative consequences of any of the relationships, it is meant purely for entertainment. Copyright of the author, no reprints, etc.

*

I had told Cheryl I would be back in a couple of hours, and for her to get dressed in a hot, sexy outfit, plus she had a few more instructions for an afternoon of hot, steamy, sex. I planned to have some very hot sex with her as we watched some new porn flicks I planned to purchase while I was out. I also found a couple of black dildoes to use on her this afternoon, and found some new bras, hose, dress and blouse for her to wear another time. 

While strolling around the adult book store with my intended purchases of dildoes, I walked past two muscular black males, who quickly took noticed what I carried. Both of the men were in their twenties, neatly dressed in slacks and Polo shirts, and obviously muscular.

"Hey, man. You need some real black cock for your lady? Andre and I would be happy to entertain her." The black male said as he stood looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"Well," I coughed slightly, "you know what, let's go have a beer across the street and discuss this proposition." I replied, remembering the numerous occasions I had thought about Cheryl fucking other males while I watched, and participated. Cheryl and I also discussed the possibilities, but she had never agreed to having sex with other men completely, that it was a fantasy. After thirty minutes of conversation with André and Tyron, and a couple of beers, we headed for my place, and Cheryl, hopefully dressed in a hot outfit, ready to have some hot fun, and what fun this might be, only expecting me to entertain her, not two more males.

I opened the door to the house from the garage door slowly, peaking in to see where Cheryl might be. I heard the TV on, and knew she had put on a porn video as I had requested, from the groaning and vulgar language I heard. She should be in the living room.

"Where are you, my hot little wife?" I yelled out.

"In the living room as you requested, honey." She replied. "and in an outfit I know you'll love."

Good, I thought, and if she followed my request she would be sitting in the chair to the side of the TV, legs spread, one over the arm of the chair the other on the floor, and blouse open, exposing her tits.

"Did you find a new video?" Cheryl asked as I moved into the short hall from the garage to the kitchen, still moving slowly and quietly.

André was right behind me, Tyron followed; both of the black hunks had undressed in the garage and were now stroking semi-rigid cocks. Each quiet as they walked, as we wanted to surprise Cheryl with their presence.

"Yes, a couple of new gangbang flicks, a couple of outfits and several other items I know you will enjoy. So, close your eyes, get ready for your surprise." I peaked around the corner, and there she was, legs spread wide, blouse open, and her right hand over her eyes, left cupping her left tit, looking so obscene. She was also tweaking her nipple with her fingers, damn she looked so hot, so fuckable.

André and Tyron slipped ahead of me and quietly moved into the room, the volume of the porn flick covering their movement. Now standing in front of my slut looking wife, their cocks now at full attention, and at eight inches apiece, it was a very obscene display. I was also stroking my slightly smaller cock as we now stood in front of my horny wife. 

"Before you open your eyes, sweety, take your right hand and start playing with your clit for me, I wanna see you being a nice, horny wife, ready to fuck." I directed, and she followed squeezing her eyes shut as she slid two fingers in her pussy, fingering herself, in a vulgar display of herself.

"Okay, open your eyes." I said.

"Oh, God!" Cheryl exclaimed, staring at the two well-hung black males in front of her, and she froze, not knowing whether she should cover herself, or what to do.

"Just keep fingering your pussy, slut!" I ordered, using the 's' word for the first time. The two big, black cocks in front of her, her mouth gaping open now mesmerized her as she gazed at the two big cocks and muscular male frames.

"Go ahead André." I said continuing to put the plan we hatched into motion. André quickly dropped to his knees between my wife's wide stretched, nylon encased legs. He moved his face to her pussy and slid his tongue into her crack while she continued to finger herself. Tyron the moved to the side of the chair closest to her head, holding his out cock for her. She gazed at the swollen head of his dick, and the glistening drop of pre cum on the tip. Without instruction, Cheryl opened her lips and stuck her tongue out, tasting the drop of pre-cum before she covered the head of his cock with her lips. She had acquiesced to our plan; she was becoming a willing accomplice in our seduction into immorality.

Cheryl's hand now held André's head to her cunt as he continued to lap at her pussy, flicking her clit with his tongue. Cheryl shivered in her first climax as André expertly lapped her pussy, his tongue traveling up and down her pink slit, and tickling her clit. After she had finished her climax André rose slightly, taking his cock in his hand he rubbed the head of his dick up and down my wife's slit, making her groan more as she continued sucking on Tyron's cock. André began slowly penetrating her now extremely wet pussy, an inch of cock at a time, Cheryl moaning with pleasure.

"Oh, god, fuck me with that cock, please!" Cheryl cried out in pleasure as she took Tyron's cock from her mouth momentarily. Now André plunged his cock on into her, and Cheryl slid forward slightly in the chair to accept him. It was captivating to see her pussy lips as they moved with André's cock sliding obscenely in and out of my wife's wet hole. I watched as Tyron placed his hand on Cheryl's head, taking more control of her head movements, as she continued her cock sucking.

"Ahh, suck my cock, bitch! Ahhhhhhhhh, yes!" he hissed, holding her head still as he slowly fucked his cock in and out of her mouth, shooting his cum down her throat, making her swallow cum for the very first time, she had always made me cum on her tits after she made me pull my cock from her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yea, cunt, swallow that come! Here comes mine, cunt!" Now André shoved his cock deep in her, a final plunge as he shot his load in my wife. He then stroked his cock in and out of her for a minute as his cock deflated. The two black males swapped positions quickly, André shoving his cum covered cock in Cheryl's mouth before she could complain or move, her eyes bulging out staring at the big, slimy black pole that was now penetrating her mouth. Tyron easily shoved his full eight inches into her drooling cunt and began to piston in and out of her at a fairly rapid rate.

"Get in here, bro." André said as Cheryl continued to suck his cock. "Rub your cock on the bitch's face."

As I smeared pre-cum on her face Cheryl took my cock from my hand and she began to rub the head of my cock on her face. She pulled André's cock from her mouth, switching her cock sucking efforts to my cock.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Suck my cock!" At that point, I lost it; I had been watching my wife as she was ravaged by the two black males for too long to hold back. I shot my load into her now very willing mouth, which she greedily swallowed, moaning with pleasure as she swallowed. She consumed every drop before switching back to André and his black meat. Since he had just finished fucking my wife, it took him longer to come a second time, which made the scene even more exciting to watch.

I could tell Cheryl was enjoying the fucking she was getting, plus sucking another cock. Her right hand cupped André's balls, tickling them with her fingernails from time to time; her left had helping Tyron in his fuck cadence. I could also hear her whimpers of pleasure as she enjoyed having the two cocks buried in her.

"Ah, I do like watching a white bitch stuffed with black meat," André commented as he thrust his hips back and forth fucking my wife's mouth. "This cunt is getting better at cock sucking too, maybe get her to deep throat a cock the next time we fuck you, bitch."

"She does have a hot cunt, too, bro, nice and slick. She sure loves big black cock too, look at the way the bitch keeps her legs spread." Tyron continued his fucking motions too, picking up the pace, getting closer to a second climax, this time deep in Cheryl's hot cunt. I was enthralled with all of the hot action, my wife's tits rolling and bouncing lewdly as the men fucked her. Her legs obscene spread wide for easy access to her cunt, and her head being held so André could easily control the fucking motions of shoving his cock in my wife's mouth.

"You 'bout ready bro? I'm almost there, ready to dump my load in the bitch's hot cunt. Damn, her cunt is really working my cock now! She really likes getting fucked like this!" Tyron remarked obscenely, pistoning his cock even faster in and out of Cheryl. 

Cheryl began to shudder in another climax as the two black males continued to ravish her. I watched as Tyron made two deep thrusts into her cunt, and then André held her head tight only about four inches of his cock in her mouth, making her taste his cum before swallowing his seed. 

"Nice blowjob, bitch, but you will get even better at sucking cock." André said as he pulled his cock from Cheryl's mouth and lewdly smeared the last few drops of cum on her face, leaving a glistening trail across her lips and cheeks.

Cheryl sat legs splayed wide, two huge loads of cum drooling out and onto the leather of the chair. She had several drops of cum drooling from her chin to her left tit and nipple as she sat breathing in sexual exhaustion.

"I cannot believe what has happened," Cheryl began. "You brought two strangers, two black strange males in here, knowing I would be in a very compromising position, totally exposing me to them, and then had them sexually use me. I could call this rape, but it was so pleasurable, I am confused by my thoughts and feelings."

"You are a hot, white bitch, and a great fuck, slut." Tyron commented as he retrieved his clothes and began dressing.

"And a fairly decent cock sucker too, bro." André added slipping his jeans on.

"You should bring her hot ass to the bookstore, have her suck and fuck in the booths." Tyron commented. "You have a hot body, be better with bigger tits though."

"You might also get the slut to eat cum from her cunt, always a trip for a brother to see a white bitch eating loads of black cum from her own cunt." André added as he slipped his shoes on, and the two black males headed out the front door. "By the way, man, we left our calling card on your table over there. Fell free to give us a call when you the bitch fucked again, and we can bring most any size group over, our friends are always happy to gangbang a white cunt like you got."

"I am so embarrassed. So, embarrassed!" Cheryl said as the door slammed, still sitting in the chair, legs spread, cum obscenely oozing from her cunt, cum on her tits and face, and blouse open and askew, tits glistening with cum.

"Not a bad thought, though." I began.

"What?!" My wife questioned.

"It would be so fuckin' hot watching you eat cum from your own cunt."

"You are so fucking perverted, Ford! That is just so vulgar!" Cheryl hissed.

"Play with your pussy again, that was hot watching you fingering your clit as we walked in the room." I requested. Cheryl looked at me, then slowly moved her right hand down to her pussy, and began fingering herself.

"Is this what you want, you pervert? Watching me acting like some slut or whore?" She hissed again as she continued to finger herself. 

"Yes, but it would be hotter if your language were more obscene." I added, intently watching her become even more depraved. "And, instead of acting, I believe you are becoming a slut and whore for cock."

"Now scoop some of the cum out of your cunt, and lick your fingers clean." I directed as I stroked my cock standing close to her face.

"You want me to eat their black cum?! Okay, you fucking pervert, I will." And, Cheryl spent the next five minutes fingering her clit and scooping cum out of her pussy and licking her fingers clean, or smearing some of the cum on her tits. She began shuddering in another climax, and I moved closer to her face while stroking my cock, and shot my load all over her cheeks, nose and mouth, though not as copious a load as before, there was still plenty of cum to make her face a fucking mess, glistening with come.

"Oh, fuck, that is so fucking good!" Cheryl moaned as she finished her climax. I picked up my camera and snapped a couple of more photos of her, now covered with more cum.

"I am still not believing what happened, what you did to me, and what they did to me." Cheryl said, in a low growl.

"Well, you sure gave the impression that you enjoyed having three cocks for your pleasure, my horny slut." I added.

"Well, I guess I am a slut now, your fuckin' slut, and horny assed, cunt." She said in a somewhat dejected tone. "I hope you enjoy what you have started, we'll see how much I enjoy being a slut, it is fun so far, just difficult to make the changes in my mind so quickly."

"And a very hot cunt."

"So, what is the next step you want me to take in being your fuck slut and cock whore?" Cheryl asked, now massaging her tits lewdly as I continued to observe her actions.

"Hmm," I thought for a moment. "I want you to go shopping this afternoon, pick up a few more slut outfits, and some hot lingerie. We'll go out to dinner so I can show you off, then I think we will go to the porn theater, where I can show your ass off even more."

"Well, I have to go shower, I cannot go out shopping covered in the come of three men. Before dinner, you can take me to the adult bookstore so we can pick up a couple of purse sized dildos for us to use on me, and you can put me on display there too. But I won't suck or fuck any cock in the bookstore today."

"Good point, got to save your strength for this evening." I added. "We'll discuss your new depravity and how obscene you want to be at dinner."

"Well, let me go clean up, and we'll go shopping." Cheryl commented.

*

Stay tuned, my horny friends, Cheryl becomes very much a slut during this evening.