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The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 01

By: mark_8675309



** The New Boy **

Cheryl yawned, stretched, and moved her feet to the floor, rising out of bed on a brisk and slightly cool late April morning. The Florida sun shone brightly into her bedroom. Cheryl and her younger Sister Tawnee lived in a three-bedroom apartment with their mother since their father had been killed in a bizarre and tragic plain crash 9 years ago. At 19, Cheryl was old enough to still remember and miss her father, but at 18, Tawnee wasn't much more than 4 at the time of their fathers passing. So it was harder for Cheryl. 

Cheryl's mom Jane had loved the girls' father very much and mourned a great deal for him after he had died. She had simply refused to date for years following the ordeal. It was only in the last couple years that she had even considered going out again, despite all of her friends and family's encouragement. And it wasn't that there weren't a great deal of interest. Cheryl's mom was a very pretty, well built, young blonde woman who never failed to turn heads whenever she dressed up and went out.

Despite the interest in her, she politely declined any offers that came her way. She preferred, instead, to remain home with her girls and give the healing process a chance to work.

However, for Cheryl, today was a day filled with promise and hope. After Cheryl's dad had died, their family had to downsize quite a bit. After selling the house, cashing in insurance, and paying off all the bills, there had not been a great deal of money left over, so they had to adjust their lifestyles to a more modest and scaled back lifestyle. This was sometimes difficult for both Cheryl and her mother Jane to deal with. They moved to a small apartment, which meant that Cheryl had to get used to an entirely new school. 

The adjustment had been difficult, and making friends was a slow process, in spite of the fact that Cheryl was a very pretty and outgoing girl. At nineteen she was blossoming into a beautiful young woman. She had sprouted to a height of about 5'3" tall, and her breasts seemed to develop overnight. Her mom would tease her that they could now share bras, since they both healthy 34 Cs. Cheryl would likely eventually end up passing her mom in this category, since her breasts had developed to C cups upon turning 15, and certainly the girl was not done growing yet!

The hope that Cheryl woke up feeling today though was based on a surprising and wonderful turn of events that rounded out the previous week. School had been going just like any other year, nothing really exciting. However, a couple of weeks ago something wonderful happened, simply by chance. A new kid in school had been sat directly in front of Cheryl in her Algebra II class. (God, he was cute). His name was Chris. He was about 5'10, smallish guy, with dark hair and glasses. Cheryl thought he was the cutest guy she had ever seen in her life. Shortly after class began, he turned around and talked to her.

"Hi, my name is Chris. What's yours?" asked the young man in front of her.

"I'm Cheryl, pleased to meet you. How do you like Tampa so far?"

"It's OK. We're just trying to get used to the new town"

Cheryl could definitely relate to adjustments. She had certainly had to make enough of her own over recent years. And so it started. Chris and Cheryl got along fabulously from the very beginning. They became immediate friends, and it seemed that their relationship might go somewhere beyond a casual friendship.

The school days passed as any other as the year wound it's way to a close. The one thing that was looming over the high school kids was the fact that the prom was on it's way. Up until meeting Chris, Cheryl hadn't given prom a second thought. She was a sophomore, so she didn't really necessarily think she would even be going to prom -- unless someone were to ask her. However, with her new relationship forming with Chris, Cheryl couldn't help but wonder...

Chris didn't make her wonder for very long. Today he had asked her to accompany him to the PROM!! It was like a dream. Cheryl had been walking on air every since. She simply couldn't wait to pick out her prom dress. She was a little worried, because she knew her mom was on a budget, and was not entirely convinced that they would even be able to afford to buy her a dress for the prom!

** Picking out a Prom Dress **

Spring came early that year. The sun was shining bright on that beautiful spring day, ensuring that summer was just around the corner. Summer was definitely Cheryl's favorite season. The young blonde simply loved to be outside in the sun working on her tan. Every year she layed out as much as she could and was always a lovely dark bronze.

Cheryl was definitely an outdoor girl. She loved to lay out, run, play tennis, she even could be found hanging out with the boys some nights playing on skateboards. She was somewhat proud of the fact that she could do as many tricks as any of the boys and more than some.

Cheryl had definitely grown up as a bit of a Tomboy. In fact, most of her 'boy friends' thought of her as one of the guys. She wasn't uptight and squirrelly like many girls. She was more like one of the guys. That is, until recently -- when she seemed to grow into a young woman practically overnight. This didn't really seem to phase the boys though. They still treated her as one of their own.

With summer just around the corner, on a bright clear Saturday morning, Cheryl set out to begin shopping for the dress she would wear to her first prom. She refused to feel the least bit sad about the fact that her mom wouldn't be able to come along with her this morning. She was going to, but then her mom's boss had called last night to inform her that she would need to come into work this morning due to an emergency in a co-workers family.

"You're welcome to wait until next week for me to come with you," said Jane to her daughter.

"It's OK mom, I can go out looking on my own tomorrow. I'm sure it'll take more than one trip to decide anyway!"

"True. Just remember, we ARE on a budget -- so we can really only afford $75 - $100."

"I know, I know," said Cheryl.

Cheryl stood in the window, looking up in awe. The dress was simply amazing. She knew, in an instant, that it would be perfect for her. Then she looked down at the price $375!! 

"Ummm...look again," said Cheryl to herself as she opened the door, walking into the store.

The store was a small and simple store. Behind the counter stood a happy and safe looking large middle aged Italian man. Cheryl half suspected that it was his wife that owned this store and that he was helping her out on a Saturday morning. Cheryl was immediately struck by the store and convinced herself that she would like to buy her dress from these small store owners.

"Good morning," beamed the large Italian man from behind the register. "How can I be of service to you today?"

The pretty blonde inched her way into the store, suddenly feeling a bit timid. "I have to find a dress to wear to my prom."

"Oh, a lucky young man is taking you to prom this year, huh?" smiled the man.

"Yeah."

"Well, I have the absolute perfect dress -- one I KNOW you will want -- but we're going to have to figure out if you are the right size for this style of dress."

"That would be wonderful. I do have a budget I have to stay within too," said Cheryl as the large man opened an armoire behind him, pulling out the most perfect dress Cheryl had ever seen. She suddenly felt like Cinderella in the presence of her fairy godmother. However, in this case, her fairy godmother was a large, pudgy, middle aged Italian gentleman. He did seem almost majestic though. He somewhat reminded Cheryl of a big Italian Burl Ives kind of guy.

"Oh that looks so perfect! How much is it?" inquired Cheryl.

"First things first. You can call me Mr. Barwell. Before we start talking money, let's get your measurements and we'll select a style of dress from there. If possible, this one seemed perfect to ME for you. Keep in mind, we've been in this business for more than 40 years, and I'm rarely ever wrong!" said Mr. Barwell as he reached behind the counter, grabbing his tape measure. "Here it is!"

"OK. My name is Cheryl."

Cheryl couldn't explain why, but she felt so comfortable with this gentleman. He was wearing a white T-shirt, and a pair of denim slacks. Even though he was older, with graying hair, he was still an extremely large man, standing around 6'4" tall. But due to his calm and endearing countenance, it was as if he was her grandfather or something. He had a broad, flat nose, formidable lips, warm brown eyes, and a close cropped short hairstyle. When he gave her instructions, she just felt that she SHOULD listen to him. So, they walked behind the counter and he led her back into the changing room, closing the door behind them.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" asked Mr. Barwell as they walked into the changing room together.

"Well, his name is Chris. But he's not my boyfriend....at least not yet," she beamed.

Mr. Barwell winked at her, as if they were sharing a choice secret. Cheryl felt so at ease with this new gentleman. It was really unusual for her to take to someone this quickly. Normally Cheryl was always very shy and reserved. She just felt completely comfortable with the big Mr. Barwell.

Mr. Barwell stood facing Cheryl. "We're going to need to get very good measurements so that the dress you select will be the absolute perfect one for you!"

Suddenly Cheryl felt a little bashful again. "I've already taken my measurements at home though. I know what they are." She offered feebly.

"Oh honey, we have to get EXACT measurements. Only my wife is better at taking them than me. I am VERY good at sizing. We need a perfect fit." 

At that, Mr Barwell put his hands on her shoulders, spinning her around. Mr. Barwell was obviously accustomed to giving instructions and having people follow his instructions. Cheryl felt his hands slide down from her shoulders. He grabbed each of her arms, lifting them straight out at her side. He let go, indicating that she continue to hold her arms out. As she did this, he reached around from behind her and began to unbutton the buttons to her shirt.

"We'll have to get some without the shirt my dear," said the large Italian man, as his hands quickly unbuttoned each of her shirt buttons. 

Before Cheryl could really even think about it, she felt Mr. Barwell grab her shirt, pulling it off of her shoulders. Cheryl's face immediately went beat red from blushing. She had never had a grown man see her even in her bra. She had a white pushup wonderbra on that pushed her large breasts up, making them appear even larger than they already were.

Cheryl couldn't understand why, but when she looked down, she could clearly see her nipples poking through her bra. It wasn't cold in here, so she had no idea why her nipples would do that, but it only increased her embarrassment.

As if this weren't enough, as she stood there looking down at her nipples, suddenly Mr. Barwells hands slid under her arms and his big meaty hands cupped her large breasts through her bra, feeling their weight.

"My goodness dear, you have very large breasts! Are they real, or did you get false ones?" asked Mr. Barwell as nonchalantly as if he were asking her about the weather. 

"Ummm...yes sir. They are very real," offered Cheryl, still feeling embarrassed, but at the same time feeling a glint of pride shining through as this grown man complimented her on her tits. For the most part, Cheryl often went through great lengths to HIDE her large breasts, being very embarrassed by her recent development.

"You don't say," said Mr. Barwell. "It's unusual for someone with such a small frame, such as yours, to have such large and perfect breasts," he said as he continued to gently lift her breasts in each of his hands, as if he were weighing them with his hands.

Cheryl couldn't suppress a smile as a result of Mr. Barwells words. As he talked to her, she found herself totally relaxing, and the fact that he was openly feeling her tits from behind didn't even matter to her. She just assumed that this was all part of the 'measurements' he was taking.

Sensing his words were working, Mr. Barwell removed his hands from Cheryl's big tits, reached around, and quickly unclasped her bra from behind.

"OH! What are you doing Mr. Barwell?" inquired Cheryl, as she felt the bra loosen from around her tits.

As the bra opened behind the young girl, Mr. Barwell grabbed each side, pulling it away from the girls large tits, fully exposing them in the mirror in front of him.

"My dear you will have to trust me. It is necessary for me to get a good measurement. I can't do that with all this clothing in the way, now can I?" as he spoke, he was grabbing the snap on her jeans. Cheryl looked down, as if in daze as her pants opened and the zipper slid down.

"If you don't trust me, maybe we should wait until my wife can do this for you? The only thing to consider -- I REALLY want to get you the right dress, and I'm FAR more willing to negotiate price -- to make the right fit. My wife is much less willing. She is a tougher negotiator than me!"

Cheryl considered the power of Mr. Barwell's last statement. Especially considering the fact that she was on an extremely limited budget. She also could simply sense that Mr. Barwell would find a way to get her into the dress of her dreams, regardless of price. He was such a nice man, and his voice was almost hypnotic to the teen.

"OK. I trust you, Mr. Barwell!" said Cheryl, smiling up at him.

Mr. Barwell smiled down at the hot little thing in front of him. He didn't doubt that she WAS starting to trust him. This notion excited him to a point where he was afraid he might have to HIDE how much this excited him. He had to be careful. He couldn't move as fast as he would certainly like to.

Mr. Barwell grabbed Cheryl's jeans on each side of her hips. He firmed his grasp and pulled. Her jeans were so tight, as he pulled down, Cheryl's panties slid down her body with them, revealing her lightly trimmed blonde bush. Again, Cheryl turned crimson red with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she was letting this man completely undress her.

Mr. Barwell pulled both her pants and panties down her legs to her feet, helping the girl step out of them. Cheryl now stood before the giant Italian man completely naked.

"Absolutely lovely," beamed Mr. Barwell, smiling down at Cheryl.

His smile was absolutely contagious, and put Cheryl completely at ease again. She could not understand how she could feel so comfortable -- being so completely naked -- in the presence of a male stranger. An Italian, adult stranger at that! But something about Mr. Barwell just put the girl completely at ease. She simply accepted that he was a professional, simply doing his job.

"OK Cheryl, now I need you to bend over and grab your toes for me," said Mr. Barwell. As she complied, he stood behind her and measured her ass with his tape measure. Of course, to do this, his hands were pretty much all over her small, tight, perfectly rounded young ass. Mr. Barwell worked slowly and deliberately, running his left hand all over the girls tight butt cheeks. Even though his hands were all over her, Cheryl never protested in the slightest. She was completely at ease with Mr. Barwell. He could feel his cock completely hardening as he touched the girls tight ass.

Next, Mr. Barwell moved around to the front of Cheryl and began pulling her up. As she was lifting up, she suddenly found herself looking at Mr. Barwell's crotch. At first, she wasn't sure what she was looking at, so Cheryl frowned as she saw the penis shaped bulge. As she stared, she suddenly realized what it must be that she was looking at. It had to be Mr. Barwell's penis that she was seeing bulge through his pants. What was more, from what she could make out through the pants, it had to be bigger than anything the young blonde had ever seen! Not only that, as she stared dumbfoundedly, the head seemed to travel down even further-- down his right pants leg. 

Cheryl was surprised at herself by the fact that she suddenly felt very curious about the bulge under his pants. What in the world could that thing possibly look like, she couldn't help wondering. She had seen penis's in health class, but never one that was completely hard.

"OK, let me run out and select a couple dresses for you to try on," said Mr. Barwell, interrupting Cheryl's thoughts. 

Mr. Barwell disappeared out of the changing room, leaving the naked young girl panting as her imagination seemed to be playing tricks on her. Now that he was gone, she convinced herself that there was no way that had been his penis she was seeing. 

It must have simply been his pants bunched up in some funny way. As she glanced over into the mirrors that surrounded her in the changing room, she could see her pink little nipples were sticking straight out, and were hard as little pebbles. 

She reached up and gently touched each one with her two hands. She gently tapped her nipples with the index fingers from each hand, marveling at just how hard and pointed they were. She had no idea why, but suddenly her pussy felt a little funny...almost as if it were turning moist.

As Cheryl was testing the hardness of her nipples, the door suddenly popped back open and in strode Mr. Barwell, catching her examining her nipples.

"Hmmm...they DO poke out considerably, don't they?" asked Mr. Barwell, again causing Cheryl to blush. He acted as if he had discovered a serious problem though, and walked right up to her, looking directly at her hard young nipples. He hung several beautiful dresses on the hanger behind her, then gently reached up his hands, deftly massaging her nipples in a circular fashion. 

"We may have to look for something special for these, or they might be showing all night on prom night," smiled Mr. Barwell at the teen, as he gently and expertly massaged the girls sensitive nipples.

"MMMM...," Moaned Cheryl as his fingers sent electricity through her breasts, that seemed to just shoot directly down to her already moist vagina.

"I guess they are very sensitive, huh?" asked Mr. Barwell, as if diagnosing a significant medical condition in the youth.

"I guess so. I had no idea they were like that though," answer Cheryl, completely honestly.

"Well, we may have to do a few tests to see the best way to handle that," answered Mr. Barwell, as he continued to gently caress the young girls rock hard nipples. He simply could not believe how easy this had been.

Suddenly he pulled back, and grabbed a dress that he had hung directly behind Cheryl. 

"Let's begin with this one. I believe this will be the one you will definitely want," said Mr. Barwell with confidence. 

As he held it up, Cheryl couldn't help but let out an audible gasp. What he held had to be the dress of young Cheryl's dreams. She instantly knew that her feelings about Mr. Barwell were right on. He KNEW what he was doing, and he was going to get her exactly what she wanted!

Then the whole budget thing came back to her. She almost started to cry when she thought of it. Looking down, she asked "But how much does this dress cost?"

"This is a very reasonably priced dress honey. It's only $250," replied Mr. Barwell.

With that, Cheryl felt a teardrop slide down her cheek. "We better pick a different one sir, I only have around $100 to spend today."

"Listen, the first thing to do is figure out if this dress is right for you my dear. If it is, and you look perfect in it, then you and I will work out a way for you to be able to afford the dress. OK? You just leave it to me, we will find a way," reassured Mr. Barwell.

"OK," answered Cheryl, regaining some hope.

With that, and without even putting on any underwear, Mr. Barwell, began helping Cheryl into the dress. She leaned on his large shoulder as she stepped into it, then he gently lifted it up her body. When it was about half way up her hips, Mr. Barwell spun her away from him, so that she was again facing away from him, looking at herself in the morror.


The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 01



At this moment, she saw her pert, large tits, bouncing in the mirror in front of her, and as she looked up in the mirror, she could see Mr. Barwell, looking at her tits in the same way she had been looking at them. Did she detect some note of longing in his look?

Suddenly Mr. Barwell grabbed the dress from behind her and began to try to fit it up over her large breasts. He grabbed the dress cups in both hands, pulling them over her breasts. 

After her tits were in the dress, he resumed his very careful and tedious measuring process to ensure that the dress fit them right. 

With both hands, he completely covered the girls tits -- lifting, squeezing, positioning. As he was doing this, Cheryl suddenly felt her legs begin to go positively weak, and she leaned back against him. 

At that instant, she felt something very hard make contact with her behind. This MUST be the thing she had caught site of earlier. IT felt like a long, hard, prong. If it weren't his penis, Cheryl was having a very hard time imagining what it COULD be! 

As Mr. Barwell checked the dress, he bent down to Cheryl ear and started whispering to her. "Yes indeed! If you pick this one, I am almost certain you will be the prettiest young thing there. No doubt about it," whispered Mr. Barwell, causing goosebumps to appear all down Cheryl's arms.

As he whispered into her ear, Cheryl had to let out yet another moan. This was the most exciting thing she had ever felt in her young life. His hands seemed to be all over her large breasts and continually made contact, and almost seemed to massage her hard nipples.

This was all very maddening to the young girl. She was becoming more and more aroused every minute, yet had no idea what was happening!

At that moment, Mr. Barwell cupped both of her breasts from behind, lifting them up in his hands. He reached his thumb and forefinger forward, capturing her nipples.

"Your nipples are poking out again, aren't they? We will have to find a way of hiding them a bit, I think," he said. As he was talking, he was again whispering into her ear,and at the same time, was magically caressing both breasts and nipples. Cheryl felt her pussy absolutely soak itself. She didn't know what was happeening, and was afraid she was about to pee herself.

Suddenly, he let her go, and spun her back to him. Again, he was checking the fit of the dress. He reached down along the hem along the bottom. As he looked, he gently lifted the dress a bit. He took both hands, and put one on each side of her right thigh just under the dress. He started making small talk with her again as he gently began raising both hands. He was looking up at her asking her about how much she could spend on the dress. As they talked his hands gently slid their way up, lifting the hem of the dress as they talked.

Cheryl suddenly felt the hand on the inside of her thigh gently make contact with her pussy. As she looked at Mr. Barwell, he pulled his hand out, holding it in front of both of them. It was wet from her pussy.

"Cheryl, you are a beautiful young girl, and I would like for you to have this dress," said Mr. Barwell. "The price of the dress is $250.00. How much did you say you have to spend?"

"$100.00!"

"Well, perhaps I can figure out a way to give you a discount," offered Mr. Barwell.

"Anything Mr. Barwell! I HAVE to have this dress," answered Cheryl.

Mr. Barwell smiled. He had her. He was pretty sure this would be great fun.

"Well, if you do exactly what I say, perhaps I could find a way for you to get this dress for $100."

"I'll do WHATEVER you say," offered Cheryl.

"OK, begin by taking the dress back off for me. Take if off very slowly and carefully, so as not to rip the fabric."

Cheryl decided should would do EXACTLY what Mr. Barwell told her -- attempting to follow his instructions to the letter to get the dress.

She slowly unbuttoned the dress and began pulling it up over her head. She gently wiggled her hips as she lifted it up past them, never taking her eyes from Mr. Barwell's as she did so.

As the dress lifted over her head, she was again completely naked in front of a total stranger. Now, after seemingly all they had been through together, she felt completely comfortable being naked in front of him. It felt completely normal to her as she hung the dress back up, turning and showing off her firm young ass to the salesman.

"So you want that dress really bad huh?" asked Mr. Barwell.

"Really Really Bad!" answered Cheryl.

"Enough to beg me a little bit for it?" he asked as if teasing.

"Defitinitely!"

"OK, get on your knees, and walk across the room on your knees in front of me now then," said Mr. Barwell.

Cheryl giggled a little bit. He was turning this into a fun game! The willing girl dropped to her knees -- her large tits bouncing as she did so. Mr. Barwell was totally in awe off the beauty of this girl. He knew he couldn't take this too far -- her being as young as she was - but he definitely felt the need to cum -- and soon!

"Now walk on all fours like a kitty, across the room on your hands and knees. When you reach me, continue to kneel in front of me, and begin to begging me for the dress."

Cheryl couldn't help but let out another little giggle. This was fun. She began walking across the room on her hands and knees toward the large Italian man. She glanced down, and could see that her large tits were swaying back and forth as she walked. She decided to wiggle a bit more to make them sway even more to try to impres him.

As she continued on her hands and knees, her eyes once again came to rest on his crotch. Whatever HAD been there, was still there, and what's more -- had grown even larger. Again, her curiosity seemed to surge.

Mr. Barwell noticed where her eyes were. 

"Wondering what that is, aren't you?" he asked.

"Well...yeah, I guess so," Cheryl almost whispered.

"Well honey, since I've seen you completely naked today -- I guess it would be fair for you to see a bit of me too. Right?" asked Mr. Barwell.

Cheryl felt like she was in a trance as she continued walking on her hands and knees toward the large Italian man. It was like a crazy dream or something.

Cheryl began nodding her head up and down. "Right," she said, not wanting to say anything to contradict the man, and not completely taking her eyes off of the bulge in his pants. 

She really hoped to get the dress. She was completely determined to cooperate with him, play this silly little game, and get the dress of her dreams.

Once she got over to him, he said:

"OK, now look up and me and beg," said Mr. Barwell.

Smiling, Cheryl put her hands together under her chin, bowed her head a bit, and said, "PLEEEEASE Mr Barwell, can I get that dress? Pleeeease, sir?"

Without missing a beat, he replied "Reach up and unsnap my pants."

This took the young lady back. Had she heard him right.

Sensing her hesitation, he knew he had to keep things moving quickly to keep her from thinking about it too much, "Better hurry, or you will miss out!" 

His attempt to bring a sense of urgency seemed to work. Suddenly feeling that she might lose out on her dress, Cheryl quickly reached up with both small hands, and grabbed Mr. Barwells jeans snap. She pulled with all her might, until it unsnapped.

"Now pull down the zipper," he gently chided.

Zzzzzzzzzip it went down under her dainty hand.

"Now pull my pants apart, reach inside, and pull it out so you can see what you have been so very curious about."

Cheryl's heart was beating a million beats per minute. She had never done anything like this in her young life, but she was totally willing to do just about anything to get that dress.

She reached in, and felt something that was hard as steel. She tried to pull it out, but it was stuck.

"Just a second dear," said Mr. Barwell, and he grabbed his jeans on both sides, pulling them below his hips.

As he did this, his skinny, 6 inch hard cock sprung free into Cheryl's shocked young face. Without thinking, Cheryl found herself leaning in closer and breathing in through her nose. Mr. Barwell's throbbing cock seemed to be drawing her toward it like a big Italian magnet!

She felt no guilt or remorse, she was simply filled overflowing with curiosity. She was completely content to be kneeling there between his legs, lucky to see a completely fully grown man's penis! Having never seen another cock in her life, she found this grown man's hard cock to be very impressive indeed. It was ROCK hard, throbbing, and she could see the beat of his pulse flowing through the veins of it.

She had an uncontrollable desire to reach up -- and to touch it. She tentatively held her small hand up to the end of his impressive cock.

"That's a good girl Cheryl, keep doing that."

"What?" 

Cheryl's hand had automatically started to gently caress his hard and throbbing shaft. When he said that, it brought her back to reality and scared her a bit, and she stopped touching it.

"Do you want to buy that dress from me for $100?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then grab my cock with both of your sweet little hands, and masssage it until I tell you to stop."

Wow, this was going to be easy, thought Cheryl. She had wanted to do this anyway, out of curiousity, and now this was all she had to do to get her dress! 

Her hand reached around the throbbing member again. She started to gently stroke his cock in an up and down manner, rather clumsily.

"Like this?"

"No. Spit all over your hand and try again" said Mr. Barwell.

It was a good thing Cheryl was a Tomboy. Hanging out with the skateboard boys, they were always spitting on their hands and shaking about something. So, the idea of spitting on her hand was no big deal to her. Unlike many of her prissy girl friends!

Haaawk, SPIT! Haaawk, SPIT!

Cheryl rubbed her saliva all over the hard Italian cock. Now it was thoroughly lubricated, and she started to actually stroke it, her hands moving quickly and easily all up and down it.

"Now how am I doing?" she asked, looking up into the mans eyes as she did it.

Mr. Barlow couldn't believe his luck today. He was staring down at this naked beauty, kneeling before him -- stroking his cock. He got the feeling it wouldn't take long at all.

"mmmmm," said Mr. Barlow.

This pleased Cheryl. She suddenly realized he was LOVING what she was doing. She was doing it right! She smiled up at him.

"Would you like to get the dress for $75?" he asked.

"SURE! How?"

"Put it in your mouth and suck on it for me," he answered.

"I don't think I can do that." Cheryl stared at her hand gliding along his throbbing Italian shaft even though her mouth began to water. "No, I don't think I better, it might not be right. Even though Chris isn't my boyfriend, it's almost like that would be cheating on him."

"No honey, you are doing this FOR HIM! What about if I only charged you $50 for the dress?" he asked, starting to pant from her attention on his attention starved cock.

Cheryl just stared up at it, as she stroked. If the truth were told, she was dying to see what it would be like to hold a full grown man's cock in her virgin mouth. 

She gently opened her mouth and brought it up to the tip of his hard cock. It was too big for all of it to fit into her dainty little mouth, but she tried anyway. 

About three fourths of his hard cock disappeared into her tiny, warm, tight mouth. Her mouth was stretched completely wide open -- as far as it could go -- impaled on his Italian cock -- stuffed full with hard cock. 

As she bobbed her head up & down, she was eventually able to take nearly the entire cock in her mouth up to his pubic hairs. It was long, but not overly big around, so it fit pretty well in her mouth.

"Run your tongue all over it inside your mouth -- stroke it with your tongue -- if you make it squirt, I'll give you that dress for $25.00"

Cheryl had no idea what he was talking about. Squirt? How would she do that? She didn't know. But she did understand all of the rest of what he had told her, and she started doing it.

Mr. Barwell was close. He was going to cum any second. As he looked down at the naked beauty, he grabbed her right tit in his hand, hefting its weight. He closed his thumb and forefinger across her nipple and started tweaking it. This was causing her to moan onto his hard cock head.

"Honey, I'm going to squirt. When I do this, I'm going to pull it out of your mouth and squirt it all over you. Don't move, or try to hide, and we have a deal on the dress for $25.00. OK?"

"MMMMhmmmm," she moaned around his cock. 

The vibration pushed him over the edge. HE Put his hand on her forehead, gently pushing her mouth off the end of his cock with a slight pop. She almost looked disappointed a bit at having the hard thing taken away! 

Suddenly 2-3 large teaspoons worth of white stuff squirted onto her face, into her hair, then all down her tits.

"AAAARHG!!" said Mr. Barwell as he emptied his balls onto the innocent young blonde.

Cheryl simply smiled up at him. Completely pleased with herself at holding up her end of the bargain.

"So I can get it for $25?"

"$25 it is my sweet girl," answered Mr. Barwell, as he put his cock back into his pants and zipped & snapped back up. 

"You did a great job, but you must never tell anyone about our negotiations, right?"

Cheryl shuddred at the idea of anyone finding out what had happened here. Chris would probably never talk to her again, her mom would kill her -- no, not talking wouldn't be an issue for her.

"DEAL!" said Cheryl as she started gathering her clothes to put back on.



The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 02



** Cheryl Visits Home on Spring Break **

The years went by after prom.  Cheryl and Chris went out for about a year, then they decided it would be best to break up when Chris went away to college.  They decided at this point that they should be free to date other people and not have to worry about it.

Another year went by, and it became time for Cheryl to go away to college.  Fortunately, she had obtained a scholarship with a nearby school, some 2.5 hours away from home.  It was a full volleyball scholarship, covering everything.  

Another couple of years went by, and Cheryl found herself a junior at college, just 1 year away from graduation.  This is where we rejoin our story.

Cheryl is now 22 years old, though most people would guess her to be a bit younger due to how thin she is.  She has grown to a healthy 5'10" and now weighs around 109lbs.  

She has shoulder-length blonde hair, a pretty face, though slightly masked by her rather thick metal-framed-glasses she has started wearing while away at college.  Her body, though thin and somewhat average in many ways, has started to grow slightly more curvaceous due to her job at the library requiring her to spend many hours everyday sitting and not getting much physical activity.  

Cheryl is teetering between becoming a voluptuous young woman and being a lanky-awkward young girl.  One attribute of hers that had definitely completed the transition was her 34C, bordering on D chest.  

Due to her otherwise long and lanky disposition, her rather large chest almost seemed out of place on her, and tended to be a source of embarrassment for her.  To compensate, she often would wear loose-fitting clothes to de-emphasize this feature.  

Cheryl was coming home for the Memorial Day holiday and with the air conditioner not working in her new car, the heat was worse than a hot kitchen.  She had all her windows down and the wind felt good in her hair, as she fantasized how nice it was going to feel to dive into her parents’ swimming pool when she reached home.

Working in the library every day didn't afford much time for tanning, so Cheryl had been looking forward to this weekend.  It would also give her some time to catch back up with her old flame Chris who she had not seen in months.  
She longed to find out all that was new with Chris and to share all of her recent victories with him as well.

She also was looking forward to seeing her younger sister Tawnee, who was still a senior in high school.   She loved to visit with Tawnee who she could always rely on to keep her up to date on all the latest fashions, new music, and boy friends.

Tawnee was finally starting to enjoy high school.  Her first year she had tried out for the cheerleading team, but soon it wasn’t working out as she had hoped.  She soon found that she didn’t have much in common with the girls on the team, and frankly, they just seemed a bit shallow to her.  

What’s more, she didn’t really get much fulfillment from cheering.   In fact, you could say that she thought the entire experience was borderline ridiculous.  These feelings had led to much disappointment and unhappiness for her during her freshman year.  

This year was different though.  At the encouragement of her sister, she had decided to leave behind the cheerleading, and tried out for more athletic activities.  Though not overly large, Tawnee seemed to be a natural-born-athlete.  A full six inches shorter than her big sister Cheryl, Tawnee stood about 5’2” and weighed about 104lbs.

Over the last summer she had signed up for gymnastics, and discovered that she truly shined at them.  So much so, that she had become rather dedicated to the sport and had gotten into the habit of getting up very early to run, lift weights, and do stamina exercises that her coach had taught her.  

She truly loved working out, and it seemed that the more she did it, the better she felt – the more charged she was – and the harder she worked at it.  This had really paid off in her gymnastics, allowing her to place 4th at playoffs, only one spot away from going to state.  

The only downside was that the person who beat her out for going to state was her neighbor, and lifelong rival Karen.  When they were in grade school, Karen attended the same school as Tawnee, so she saw her a lot more at that time. 

For some reason, throughout all of Tawnee’s life, she had found herself being beaten in whatever she was currently striving to achieve by Karen who was actually a grade behind her, nearly two years her junior, and slightly smaller than Tawnee. 

Karen’s parents were somewhat affluent, so she always seemed to not only do better than Tawnee in all of their athletic endeavors, but she also managed to outdo her in every conceivable other way.  She always had the latest and newest clothes, and she always captured the attention of the best-looking and most popular guys.  

Fortunately, going into Tawnee’s eighth grade year in school, Karen’s parents sent her off to an expensive private school.  Still, it was difficult for Tawnee not to despise her, even though she knew it was primarily jealousy that motivated her distaste for Karen.  To top it all off, last year the Johnson’s had moved out of the house next door and Karen and her family had moved in!!

Despite the rather distressing turn of events of having her arch-rival move in next door, Tawnee’s 2nd semester at school was turning out to be very exciting, as it was at this time that she signed up for the girls wrestling team.  At first this had proven rather difficult, because Tawnee was certainly at a disadvantage size-wise.  

Every girl on the team was bigger and more experienced than her.  This led to her getting trounced nearly every match in the beginning.  And due to her rather small stature, Tawnee was never going to be as good at wrestling as she was at gymnastics.  However, the sport still fascinated her.  And with a lot of hard work, and encouragement from her teammates and coach, Tawnee was getting to the point where she could at least hold her own against a couple of the smaller and weaker girls on the team.  

Just the same, she was still a bit apprehensive about facing other schools in the upcoming matches.  Included in the schools that they would be facing was the prestigious Lincoln-Academy that Karen attended.  And Tawnee wasn’t certain, but she had a sinking feeling that Karen was on Lincoln’s wrestling team as well.

Tawnee might have gotten discouraged and quit wrestling early on, had it not been for a new friend she made on the team, Gwen.  Gwen was a junior, and had been wrestling for most of her life.  Though not a fat girl, she was – in a word – stocky.  She was large, strong, and an excellent wrestler.  The first day of practice, the coach randomly paired girls up for wrestling, and Tawnee and Gwen were put together.  

After about 30 seconds of sparring, it was obvious that Tawnee was extremely overmatched.  Rather than simply dominating her, pinning her, and humiliating her, however, Gwen did something a little different.  Each move that Tawnee attempted to make on her, Gwen talked her through what was wrong with her approach and gave her possible alternatives.  

She would say something like, “OK, that’s a good thought, but you’re putting yourself completely off balance by doing that, and all I would have to do is lean over onto you, and I could pin you – like this!” and she would briefly pin her, then let her up to try something different.  

Gwen took some time to explain various wrestling techniques and uses of leverage and avoidance that Tawnee could use to help minimize her size disadvantage.  This, coupled with Tawnee’s strength and stamina that she had acquired from gymnastics and her intense daily workouts that she never missed, helped Tawnee at least make the team.

Since Tawnee was rather small, a bit shy, very humble and an all around sweet and cute girl, she was well liked on the team, and became somewhat of the team mascot.  Though not the best wrestler by any means, she had the best attitude, and everyone liked her and wanted her to succeed.

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**  Meet Karen **

When Cheryl reached home and pulled into the drive it didn't appear anyone was home as all the cars were gone. Cheryl was still in her dress from work, and thought a little time to relax by the pool alone would be fine too...to recover from her drive.  She changed into her new bright red two piece swimsuit and headed for the pool, dragging her towel behind.  As she opened the sliding glass doors to the pool area she heard some girlish high pitched laughing from behind the bushes around the backside of the pool that leads to the back lawn.

She slowly approached the bushes, hiding behind them, and couldn't believe what she saw.   It was Tawnee laying flat on her back straddled by another girl who was holding her wrists to the ground above her head in a classic schoolgirl pin. It didn't appear Tawnee was in distress, so Cheryl remained hidden and watched the activities unfold.   

Tawnee’s brown hair was tied behind her head in a ponytail, and she was wearing a loose fitting yellow T-shirt with short cut-off blue jeans and short white socks with white jogging shoes.  

At the moment Tawnee was being shoved into the grass of her back lawn, as she lay helpless beneath a girl that Cheryl did not know.  Whoever this stranger was, she was obviously very athletic.  

It was apparent that this girl's muscles were well toned in both her arms and legs and that she was considerably stronger than Tawnee.  

Her long blonde hair hung loosely past her shoulders and almost touched Tawnee's face.   She was wearing what appeared to be a school uniform, with white blouse and black skirt.

The blouse was soaking wet in back and clung to her back like a transparent skin. She looked to be about 5'6" and 140 lbs.

She moved up from Tawnee's chest and now was sitting confidently on Tawnee's shoulders, still in a pin position. Her tanned and toned thighs were clamped tight against Tawnee's face, and her hands rested on her hips as she smiled down at Cheryl 's helpless younger sister.  

Tawnee, lay there completely submissive and beaten, resting her hands gently on the other girl's knees. 

"Payback time now Tawnee,” she said as she tweaked the poor girl's nose and cheek with her finger.

"How should I pay you back for spraying me?" she said.  "There's simply no way I'm going to let you get away with spraying me with the hose without getting some revenge," the girl smiled down at her captive. 

Cheryl couldn't see what the girl was doing to Tawnee now, but Tawnee was starting to appear less comfortable in her submissive position and was starting to kick her legs wildly in the air and was making noises that surely meant she was in distress and discomfort. 

Cheryl felt the time had come to intervene.  "Hey, what’s going on?" she quizzed, walking quickly from behind the bushes and across the lawn.  

The girl looked up and asked, "Who are you?" as she watched Cheryl walk up to them.  She continued to hold Tawnee down beneath her. 

"Cheryl , PLEASE make her get off of me" Tawnee begged. "I accidentally sprayed her with the hose and she went crazy and attached me." 

The girl in the dominant position chimed in "I'm just teaching our little wrestling champ here a lesson.  Are you her older sister?"

As Cheryl approached, she replied "Yes, I'm Tawnee's older sister Cheryl .  It looks to me as if this has gone on long enough, you need to let her up."

Cheryl looked down at her sister, and could see Tawnee's humiliated and desperate-looking face.   Tawnee clearly was not enjoying this.  

"Are you OK, Tawnee?" Cheryl asked.    

"No! I’m not!" said Tawnee....."Get her off me!"

As Cheryl placed her hand timidly on the other girls shoulder, she said "OK, break it up!  Who are you anyway?"  

In response the unknown girl got in one more nose squeeze on poor Tawnee, then finally stood up, laughing, and turned to face Cheryl and said, "sorry to meet you this way, but I am Karen Smyth...we moved in next door to your parents house.  I was just getting Tawnee back for spraying me with the hose," giggled Karen.

"Well, I think you’re even now," said Cheryl, a little surprised at the teenager’s arrogance as Cheryl helped her little sister up from the ground, brushing the grass from her tee shirt and shorts. "What's this all about?"

"I turned on the hose" Tawnee explained, "and didn't know the nozzle was aimed at Karen.  I turned it off soon as she screamed at me, and I told her I was sorry, but she went wild and attacked me!"

Cheryl turned to Karen, "How would you like it if someone OLDER than you, did something like that to you?"

Cheryl went on "I think you owe Tawnee an apology".

"No way!!" Karen barked back.  "And I'm not older than Tawnee, I'm just stronger! I'm almost 2 years younger than Tawnee...she's just a wimp!  It looks like my gymnastics has helped me more than Tawnee's cheerleading has helped her,” Karen said as she jokingly flexed her bicep and mocked Tawnee who now cowered behind her older sister.   

Cheryl was trying to be the peace maker, but the bold youngster was making it difficult.  "Karen, PLEASE apologize to Tawnee and lets put this all behind us."

Tawnee snapped "You are only taking her side because you are her sister.  You know she deserved what she got.  I want an apology FROM TAWNEE and I want her to soak herself with the hose, and then I want her to spray YOU TOO for taking her side!"

Irritated, Cheryl said, "I think you better leave Karen and come back when you cool off.  I'm bigger and older than you and I've had enough of this.  I came down to relax by the pool and that's what I'm going to do.  Please go home."

"No way!" said Karen, "I wasn't afraid of Tawnee, and I'm not afraid of you either you nerd, let's get it on," a huge grin broke out on her face as she taunted the older woman. "I can take you just as easy as I did your little baby sister."   

Cheryl, a grown woman, didn't want to wrestle around with some teenager who was only in high school.  She felt she was far too mature to resort to that kind of behavior as she was going to be a senior in college soon, but this little 'gymnast' was too snotty and there really wasn't any other alternative.

"You asked for it Karen" Cheryl said, "but I'm not going to wrestle you with your good clothes on.  You need to go home and change."    

"I'm not going anywhere," Karen said.  

She turned to Tawnee and said, "go get me a pair of your gym shorts and a t-shirt.  I'm going to take down your BIG SISTER just like I did you."

Tawnee looked at her older sister, as Cheryl nodded her approval to Tawnee, who then walked off to the house. 

In Tawnee's absence, Cheryl said "When beat you you have to apologize to Tawnee and I for the way you've been acting."

Karen decided she was not about to give the older girl much of a chance.  Before Cheryl knew what was happening, she caught Cheryl totally off guard.  

"OK, you asked for it," she laughed, and quickly encircled Cheryl 's thin wrists with her hands, pulling Cheryl down to her knees.  The cool grass burned Cheryl's knees as Karen effortlessly pushed the much taller and older woman onto her back, and scooted forward to sit on her bare stomach. 

She slid up Cheryl 's body, sitting on her chest and easily pulled Cheryl's arms so they were trapped under her knees which were on each side of her head.  Suddenly Cheryl realized that she was completely helpless and held tightly onto her back.  

It all happened in less than a minute, and even though Cheryl was not an experienced fighter, it never even entered her mind that she might not be able to beat the high school girl.   

She never anticipated, in a million years, that this small teenager could be so strong!  Suddenly, the humiliation of the moment completely overwhelmed her.

Karen slid further forward sitting above the top of Cheryl 's two piece swimsuit, almost on her face.   Karen pulled her thighs in to clamp the sides of Cheryl 's head.  She released Cheryl's wrists and took the hem of her skirt and placed it over Cheryl's face.  

Cheryl used her freed arms to brush the skirt off her face and then she kicked furiously, wriggling to break free, but she was trapped beneath the strong teenager.

Cheryl said nothing, her face getting red with her exertion as she battled to get free. She struggled for a few minutes, rested, then made more defiant kicks before falling still with her legs outstretched flat, and motionless.  She could smell the younger girls sex, that was just inches from her face.  She could tell that the girl was definitely aroused.

"Do you give up yet Cheryl?"  

Cheryl said nothing. 

"Maybe when your baby sister comes back, she will help you like you helped her.  You are both so weak, I could probably take on both of you at the same time," the cocky young girl laughed!   

Cheryl was too humiliated to speak, her eyes filled with tears as she looked up just as Karen leaned down and stared into her face...the tips of her long blond hair actually touching Cheryl 's face now.  

Karen gloated, "I think you were even easier to beat than Tawnee.  You were pathetic.  You need to work out on the gymnastic mats rather than hide in a library all day" said Karen.  

Then, completely to Cheryl's surprise, Karen leaned down and completely covered her mouth with her own.  She was so completely not expecting it, that when the young girl forced her tongue into her mouth, she wasn't even able to resist.

Then, as quickly as she had done it, she pulled back, and continued teasing the older girl.

As Tawnee came out of the house with the shorts and tee shirt she could hardly believe her eyes.  Her neighbor was sitting on top of her 24-year-old sister! 

Part of her wanted to step in, but another part told her that she had to live next door to Karen, so she didn't want to anger this girl or she could make Tawnee's life hell.

As Tawnee approached, Karen gloated, "She wasn't even as tough as you Tawnee.  You could probably take her too.  She's just a wimpy librarian," Karen taunted, hoping to stir up a little fight in the beaten Cheryl. 

Sweat was now pouring from Cheryl 's body, and she used every ounce of her strength to try to free herself, but it was no good.  Her previous exertions and the heat sapped all her strength and power.

She finally fell back, beaten and helpless, and was forced to look up once again into the gloating face of the high school girl above her.

Karen decided to have some fun, she took Cheryl 's lifeless arms by her wrists and forced the older woman to gently slap herself, repeatedly in the face.

Cheryl blushed, completely humiliated at being so easily controlled like this in front of her younger sister. 

Feeling bad for Cheryl, Tawnee said, "Look Karen, you've made your point, I think that’s enough.  I'll do what you said,” wanting to end her older sister's humiliation at the hands of the dominant teenager.

Then Tawnee went over to the hose and sprayed herself, soaking her t-shirt and cut offs.  She followed with an apology to Karen.

"That's hardly enough!" laughed Karen as she once again forced Cheryl to slap her own cheeks, causing her wire-framed glasses to slip out of place and fall halfway down her face, giving her an even more pathetic look of humiliation.   

"Actually, I do accept YOUR apology Tawnee, now I need to hear one from big sis here."    She smiled an evil smile, and pinched Cheryl 's nose closed with one hand, and pulled Cheryl ’s glasses off with the other hand to place them nonchalantly on her own head and demand an apology from the defeated woman beneath her.  

With her nose still pinched closed, Cheryl reluctantly conceded, knowing there was no way she could get away from this girl who easily overpowered her.  In a nasally voice Cheryl said, "I'm sorry Karen". 




The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 02



Karen then climbed off the woman and reached down to give Cheryl a hand up. Cheryl took the offered hand but as Karen pulled her to her feet, Karen twisted Cheryl 's arm behind her back, and held her there.  With her other hand, she reached behind the older girl, untied her swimsuit top, and pulled it aside.

Cheryl now stood there, stooped over, with her impressive tits hanging down for the world to see.

Tawnee simply stared in disbelief and utter awe at her sister as she stooped in front of her at the total mercy of her life-long rival.

Karen next released the older girls arm, spun her around a bit, and roughly shoved her to the ground like a ragdoll.  Cheryl landed hard on her ass, her tits bouncing impressively as she fell.

She looked up at Karen with tears in her eyes, completely humiliated.

"Well, see you wimps later," said Karen, as she turned and left them there - grateful that their torture was now over.

Tawnee looked down at her beaten older sister.  She completely felt sorry for Cheryl, but then, there was also something else.  For some reason, she felt a rush of excitement – as if she was becoming aroused.  

Could that be true?  Why would what happened between her big sister and her life-long rival be so exciting to her?



The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 03



** Cheryl's First Night Home **

It was a large room as far as bedrooms go. The house Cheryl's mom and step dad had moved into from their old apartment was a spacious four bedroom house.

The wall between two of those rooms had been knocked down to produce this one. It had an enormous walk-in closet and its own bathroom with both sunken tub and large glass enclosed shower stall.

In one corner was the loft bed and under it a full-sized bed. There was a tall stepladder at the side, leading up to the loft bed. There were also two dressers and a desk arranged neatly in the room.

Tawnee lay on her back on her loft bed reading a book. Her hair was loose and thick and long and spread out all around her as she sprawled back, legs spread, one hand behind her back and the other holding the book above her. 

She wore cotton, string bikini jockey shorts and a tank top. Because of the air-conditioning, her nipples pushed out against the thin top.

Cheryl sat at the desk, carefully typing on her laptop computer. She had her long, thick hair tightly pulled back from her forehead. She was ready for bed, wearing a small white nightshirt and panties.

Both of the young women had pretty blue eyes, small noses, beautiful features, flowing blonde hair, rather small frames, accentuated by unusually large breasts.

"Could you turn off the air-conditioning?" Tawnee asked.

"If you'd put some clothes on, Tawnee, you wouldn't be so cold," Cheryl replied.

"Up yours Cheryl," Tawnee replied. She gazed across the room at the other girl, then smiled.

"You don't need to be lazy."

"Stop being so bossy."

"I'm the oldest."

"Oh, Puuhhleeeasse. After that wrestling demonstration in the backyard with Karen, I think we proved that being the oldest doesn't always carry all that much weight!"

"That was with Karen, this is with YOU! Now if you want the AC turned off, get up and do it yourself! "

"Fine!" replied Tawnee, getting up to turn off the cold air.

Cheryl sighed and turned back to her computer. She had been working on writing a poem for her new friend Chris for the last several days and was close to wrapping it up.

Tawnee, on the other hand, was a bit different than her sister. Poetry was not so much her thing. For the most part, these days, her thing was mostly sports. 

Her success with gymnastics had really done a lot to bolster her confidence. And now, she was getting more and more into wrestling. Though being fairly small, she was a natural athlete.

As for Cheryl, sitting punching at her computer keys, though she loved her sister dearly, she could get on her nerves as often as not. She deplored Tawnee's crudeness, jocks being low on her list.

Cheryl 's world was math and science. She had no hobbies or real interests outside school, and now she poured herself into her work. She spent most of her time studying when she was in school. She had always been a straight A student with a high A average. 

Tawnee tended to be more of a B student. 

Cheryl saved her file and turned off the computer, getting up and stretching her back, then yawning as she walked across to her bed. 

She pulled back her covers and got in, snapping off the light beside her bed as she pulled the covers over herself.

"Are you going to bed, already?" Tawnee asked from above her on the bed.

"It's late and I have a big day tomorrow. Chris is coming over and swimming with me. If you don't mind, could you give us some time alone?" replied Cheryl.

Tawnee grumbled to herself, then got up and padded over to the restroom. Cheryl could hear her brushing her teeth as she tried to get comfortable in her bed.

Tawnee came back into the room, approached her step-ladder. She bent over and skimmed off her panties, then gripped her tank top cross armed and lifted it up and off with a single fluid motion, tossing it onto the floor besider her discarded panties.

Naked, she climbed up the ladder at the side of the loft and half somersaulted onto the bed above. She pulled the sheets around herself as Cheryl turned off the last light and the room was plunged into darkness.

Cheryl couldn't help but be surprised at how bold her sister had become since she had been away at school. 

When she left, Tawnee was a slightly timid, young cheerleader hopeful. Now it seemed she had become a bit of an outspoken, almost showoff, jock-type. 

This was not at all the little Tawnee she remembered! Not to mention that Tawnee was also starting to develop into an attractive young woman. Since she had started working out, her muscle tone was unmistakable. 

Her hips had begun to take on the curve of a young woman, and her breasts looked almost identical to her own now...if not a little larger even.

Gone were the days of the training bra, Cheryl was certain that she must be at least very close to being in a D cup by the way she looked. 

In addition, as Tawnee climbed up the ladder directly in front of her, Cheryl couldn't help but notice the newly grown sparse of brown hair between Tawnee's legs that had also been absent the last time Cheryl had seen her naked. My, my, little sis sure seemed to be growing up quickly all at once!

At the same time Tawnee was really surprised at the recent turn of events with Cheryl. Her big sister, the one she always looked up to as a symbol of authority and stability had really been humbled considerably today. 

Not long ago, Tawnee never would have considered that anyone could question that stern authority. Cheryl had always made up rules, and Tawnee had always pretty much followed them without question. 

But today, watching Karen completely take her apart, easily wrestle her down, then make her pretty much beg for mercy -- this had done something to Tawnee's perception of her big sister. It had altered it forever. 

But then, there was also something a little bit more to the whole experience. For some reason Tawnee got very excited watching Karen dominate her big sister. 

At the time she had tried to play it off in her mind, but laying here in the darkness thinking about it, was bringing it all back to her, and she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. 

She could feeling that familiar excitement tingling between her legs and had to work real hard to keep her breathing under control so that Cheryl would not notice as she silently slid her right hand under the sheets.

If Cheryl had hoped to get to sleep quickly, she was to be disappointed. For a soft sound soon began to float gently through the quiet night air. 

It was the sound of hushed but labored breathing, stifled little gasps and pants, all of which grew slightly louder as the seconds passed. She opened her eyes and scowled fiercely up at the top of the loft above her.

"Shit," she whispered to herself.

On the bottom bed, Cheryl looked up at the movements of the mattress above her and the sounds of arousal and pleasure above her and smiled gently.

Meanwhile on the top bunk, Tawnee's hand crept down between her legs and slid in to cup her soft pussy mound. She then began to rub her hand up and down very lightly. She pressed harder with her middle finger, forcing it down between her pussy lips, moving it up and down her fleshy pink cleft.

She closed her eyes briefly as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Her finger continued to slide up and down her slit, rubbing against her clit as her body began to pulse and throb with sexual excitement. 

Her other hand slid up and down her torso, stroking herself through the thin, silky sheet. She could feel her hard nipples through the material, and slid her hand under the sheet to squeeze her bare breasts. 

She placed her fingers around a nipple, then squeezed gently, twisting it slowly, then pulling it out and away from her body. After she did this, the hard nipple stayed protruding away from her breast, as it completely hardened from her arousal.

A soft whimper escaped her tightly closed lips as her body flared with passion. She felt her skin tingling and her crotch burning. 

Tawnee continued to play with her breasts as she began to also play with her clit. Before long, she was rubbing it franticly, her eyes tightly closed.

"Ohhh Mmmmmmm - " Tawnee groaned, desperately attempting to keep quiet as her excitement grew. 

There was no way she could stay quiet enough that Cheryl would not hear her. Since Cheryl had been gone, Tawnee had gotten into the habit of taking care of her needs at night when she first got into bed. 

She had gotten to the point where she really looked forward to it, and there was no way she was going to be able to deny herself tonight -- regardless of her sisters presence in the room! Especially after what had happened earlier in the day between Karen and Cheryl!

"You are being so obnoxious Tawnee!" Cheryl giggled. 

Now she had been caught for sure. "Good," thought Tawnee to herself. Now she began to grunt more audibly, alternating with desperate panting breaths. This caused Cheryl to chuckle all the more to herself. 

If she hadn't been so excited Tawnee would have laughed along with her sister. However, at the moment she was lost in bringing alive the delicious pleasure in her body that came from that tight, snug, wet little slit between her legs.

She lay on her back on the top loft, sheets pulled slightly aside, legs spread so her feet stuck out over the edge of the mattress. 

She wiggled on the bed, her left hand massaging, squeezing and caressing her breasts, her right down between her thighs, two fingers pumping in her pussy as she ground her thumb down over her clit.

Lately Tawnee was becoming less and less of a shy girl. As her confidence had been building through her athletic successes and new friendships, she was becoming more and more boastful and outgoing, tending to be louder in good-natured way. 

Around her sister, especially after yesterday, she was feeling even less timid, hiding nothing of her thoughts or her body.

"Uhnnnngghhhhh!" she gasped, forcing a third finger into her tight little pussy as she continued to rub at her enlarged clitoris. 

She pumped her fingers back and forth in her pussy as she wiggled and groaned in pleasure.

Cheryl looked up and saw her sister's right foot sticking out over the side of the bed and smiled again. Her sister's masturbation, in and of itself did not annoy her, though she had really hoped to get to sleep early tonight so that she would be fresh and awake when Chris came over to visit tomorrow. 

Tawnee rolled over onto her belly, her face mashing into the pillow as she pumped her fingers into her cunt. She had four fingers of one hand inside her now, and her other hand rubbed her clit.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, her mouth drooling into the pillow as she wriggled and moaned and humped down against her fingers. 

Cheryl did not miss many of the sounds coming from the bed above her. She shook her head and closed her eyes in resignation, not really blaming Tawnee, who was as natural with her feelings as anyone could be. 

And yet, a side of her felt only disgust for the crude, vulgar jock sister, who didn't care who saw or heard what she was doing. 

She only wished that she would hurry up and finish so she could get some sleep, or at least have the courtesy to jerk off quietly.

She had to admit though, that the sounds of her sister groaning and moaning were interesting. In fact, they were actually getting to be a bit arousing. 

Despite her dignified attitude, she had the same genes as her sister with all of the same needs and desires.

Cheryl heard a sudden moan from above and felt her face begin to flush with excitement. In spite of herself, she found her own hand creeping between her legs, sliding the nightshirt upwards and moving beneath. 

She lay on her side, her two middle fingers carefully rubbing across her clit, her eyes closed as she softly stroked her enlarged clitoris. She curled up in her bed, pulling her head and shoulders inwards as she rubbed steadily at her clit, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Cheryl breathed quickly but quietly, her body warming as she felt her pussy warming up with the show above her as well as her own attention she began paying to it.

Cheryl continued to pump her fingers ever so gently and quietly into her pussy as she listened to her sister doing the same above her.

As she rubbed across her enlarged clit, she couldn't help but allow a light moan to escape her lips. She prayed that her sister had not heard it, or she may never hear the end of it!

Tawnee was now at the point of no return. She was masturbating very loudly above her sister, no longer caring who hear her! She lifted her ass up off the bed, as she shoved her fingers deep into her pussy as a beutiful, wonderful orgasm overtook her.

Cheryl heard her sisters climax above, and it simply added fuel to her own masturbation.

Just as she was rubbing her hard clit...on the verge of her own wonderful orgasm - 

There was a slight delay after Tawnee jerked the covers back, a delay before she noticed her sister standing triumphantly over her bed, watching her humping against her fingers, her body bowed back, her nightshirt up around her hips, her fingers digging into her pussy. 

Tawnee was standing over her, a knowing laugh in her eyes, watching her push herself over the edge into orgasm!

Yet even as she noticed this terrible joke her sister was playing on her, she did nothing. She was simply too far-gone at this moment and nothing was more important to her at this time than the pleasure roaring through her body. 

She ignored Tawnee's giggles as she humped furiously against her fingers. This was going to be a huge one. 

She let out a series of muffled squeals "ahh ahh ahh ahh ooooooohhhhhhh!!!" as the orgasm overtook her body. 

She came so much it actually dribbled from her pussy, down the crack of her ass, to the bed, completely soaking the sheet (as Cheryl often did when she made herself cum).

Then she groaned and her movements eased. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping that she had simply imagined her sisters actions, and then opened them. Sure enough, Tawnee was still standing there laughing at her. 

She could see that Tawnee was simply becoming more confident with every second. It was beginning to become a bit un-nerving. Suddenly Cheryl reached up and snatched the sheet out of Tawnee's hand, uttering an angry curse.

"Uh, uh, uh, naughty, naughty," Tawnee grinned, wagging a finger down at her older sister. "Mustn't say bad words and play with your sweet little pussy, Cheryl ."

"You are so... so...obnoxious!" Cheryl cried, glaring up at her naked sister, she could feel tears forming in her eyes. 

"Why are you so embarrassed that I know you play with yourself? It's not like I wasn't doing the EXACT SAME THING! Everybody does it. You, me, our friends, everyone. It's no big thing," said Tawnee, now trying to comfort her sister after sensing that she had pushed her too far. Suddenly she actually felt a small twinge of guilt for tormenting her sister so much.

"Everybody goes to the bathroom too but we still don't do it in front of other people! Or we don't go running in on people when they are in the middle of it, invading their privacy!"

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Cheryl ," Tawnee replied. "Not around me. I'm your sister. Nothing you do will ever make me stop loving you."

"Well, that might be Tawnee, but what you did to me was still pretty mean," she said, frowning. 

"You were just plain mean to do something like that. You knew it would embarrass me. Didn't you?" demanded Cheryl.

"Well, you kinda deserved it," Tawnee pouted, not used to being taken to task by her sister. 

"Acting all stuck up and ordering me around and everything. Plus you said stuff to ME when you knew I was playing with myself -- remember?"

"Yeah, well YOU could have just been a little bit quieter about it all and not made this big old ordeal out of it. You knew that would embarrass me too though, didn't you?"

"Godddd, I'm sorry already!" Tawnee sighed. She climbed up the ladder and flung herself into her bed, feeling terrible for what she had done.

Tawnee settled back into her pillow and Cheryl clutched her sheets tightly around herself, jerking her nightshirt down over her ass, her skin still blushing in the near darkness.

As darkness overtook the room Tawnee couldn't resist: "Man, that was one hell of a cum you had there sis!"

Both girls began giggling, and all was forgiven for another day.

"Go to sleep ya dork" answered Cheryl. 



The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 04



"Puff -- puff -- One!!"

Come on try a little Nothing is forever

"Puff -- GRRRR -- Puff Two!!"

There's got to be something better than In the Middle

Cheryl awoke the next morning to The Wallflowers lyrics blaring at her through her bedroom wall. 

Specifically, from the wall separating her and Tawnee's room and the exercise room right next to it. This was Tawnee's daily workout time, and Cheryl had no idea what was going on as she awoken tired and confused. 

The only thing she did know for sure, staring at the clock next to her bed in disbelief, was that it was 5:08am!! 

Bang, Bang, Bang!! "TAWNEE!! What are you doing over there?!?"

"Puff -- Puff!!"

We can take it home -- With one headlight

"Just -- One -- More --"

Cheryl sighed. Evidently she was going to have to get used to not getting much sleep while she was home. Suddenly her quiet, lonely apartment wasn't seeming so bad anymore. 

Resigned to the fact that further sleep was going to be impossible with Rocky IV going on in the next room, Cheryl got up, put on her robe, and headed for the shower.

As the warm and soothing jets of water bounced off her back a sudden memory of last night leapt into her thoughts. "Oh my God, how embarrassing!" she blushed, recalling Tawnee catching her 'Red Handed', if you will. 

But then, in spite of her sister standing there, gawking at her, she couldn't stop pleasuring herself. Was it that she was simply too far gone to control herself, or could it be something else? Was she actually getting some kind of rush out of being completely exposed to someone? True, she was a virgin, and apart from fairly infrequent masturbation, she had never really even messed around with anyone. 

She had made up her mind that Chris could be the one, but they had never really had an opportunity to do much more than kisses good night. Cheryl couldn't help but wonder if Tawnee had already done more with boys than she had? If so, this would be terribly embarrassing. 

But, she did seem so confident and self-assured. Not at all like Cheryl who was so shy about anything regarding her body. Looking over at her reflection in the shower door, it wasn't like she had a bad body. In fact, she was far more curvaceous than her younger sister. "If nothing else, my tits are still bigger!" she smiled to herself as she reached her hands up and cupped her large breasts, lifting each one, as if measuring and weighing them with her hands.

"HURRY up in there Cheryl! There's no time to be jerkin off again, I gotta go!!" yelled Tawnee through the locked bathroom door, smiling to herself at her clever comment.

Cheryl jerked out of her daze and blushed. If Tawnee knew how close she was to being correct she'd never hear the end of it. It seemed to Cheryl that it was going to be more & more difficult to control Tawnee's haughtiness after being humiliated by her young friend, then (Oh God) after being caught masturbating by her little sister! 

It seemed that Tawnee had somehow sensed that she was not quit as strong and authoritative as she tried to appear all the time. True, Cheryl had been almost like a mother to Tawnee as she grew up. Since that afternoon in the backyard with Karen, it really seemed like Tawnee was challenging her on every front.

Well, she'd have to worry about all this later. Chris would be here in less than half an hour and she had to get ready for him! She shut off the shower and stepped out, only taking another moment to survey herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. 

Then she quickly started getting dressed. She put on her white cotton panties, then a pair of elastic jogging shorts, a fairly revealing bikini top, but a loose fitting button-up blouse to keep Chris from getting too much of an eye-full she smiled to herself as she finished up drying her hair.

In the meantime, Tawnee was back and banging on the door again. Cheryl angrily swung the bathroom door open to confront her younger sister. As the door opened she couldn't believe how her sister looked. She was wearing short-short cutoffs (that showed half of her butt cheeks) and a half shirt, and the way her nipples were protruding through the shirt, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra!

Tawnee smiled to herself as she noted the surprise in her big sister's eyes. This was really getting to be rather fun! Her sister was really so uptight about everything! Little did she know the mischief she had planned for today!

"Tawnee, I'm going to be out back with Chris this afternoon. Would you mind giving us some time alone? I really haven't had much time with him, and would like to spend some time with him," asked Cheryl.

"Tell ya what, I was planning on catching some rays, just for a short time, but I'll take off pretty quickly. How's that?" replied Tawnee, smiling inocently at her older sister.

Cheryl wasn't thrilled at the idea of Tawnee hanging around while she was with Chris, but she really didn't see that she had many alternatives. If she made a big deal out of her being there, surely Tawnee would think it would be great fun to hang around just to get her sister's goat. 

However, if she simply went along with Tawnee's plan, without letting her know that it was bothering her at all, perhaps Tawnee would stick to her promise to only stay for a very short time.

"OK. But remember I'd like to have some time alone with Chris. We really only started dating, and we've had hardly ANY time together," replied Cheryl as she headed back to her bedroom to finish getting ready.

"You bet!" smirked Tawnee as Cheryl walked away. Her older sister left so quickly she never had an opportunity to notice the mischievous grin on her younger sister's face.

Cheryl was combing her hair in her room when she heard Tawnee's familiar giggle from the backyard. Opening the curtain a bit, she saw that Chris had arrived and Tawnee had already let him into the large deck area that circled the in ground pool in their backyard. 

She also noticed to her dismay that Tawnee hadn't even bothered to put on anymore clothes and even from upstairs she could detect Chris's seemingly hungry stare at her little sister!

"Damn!" mutter Cheryl under her breath as she hastened down the stairs and out the back door to meet Chris.

"HI!" Cheryl called out to Chris.

"OH, ummmm, hi," replied Chris, scarcely taking his eyes from Tawnee.

"How was your drive?" asked Cheryl, already becoming a bit annoyed by the way Chris was devouring her little sister with his eyes. She angrily turned to Tawnee, and could see what was going on. 

The little bitch still had on her short-shorts and half shirt. Her toned body truly looked spectacular in the outfit, and her nipples were rock hard and impossible to miss under her tight little half shirt.

Cheryl looked down at her rather conservative outfit, one that showed hardly anything at all, and suddenly felt very silly. Chris was sitting in one of the patio chairs, and Cheryl sat down in one beside him.

"Hey sis," bubbled Tawnee as innocently as she could manage. (It was obvious that she was devouring being the center of attention with Cheryl's new infatuation). 

Chris was just telling me about how he was totally in love with my big sister!" Tawnee mocked in a silly little voice, as she batted her eyelashes and smiled at Chris.

This quickly brought a blush to Chris's face, as he turned to Cheryl. "Your sister is kinda silly Cheryl!" he beamed at her. Oh that's nice, thought Cheryl, the first time he's even looked at me since he got here.

Tawnee wasn't about to lose his attention that easily though. "And I was just telling him how jealous I was of my sis, having such a big strong man doting after her!" Tawnee giggled, plopping herself down on Chris's lap, putting her arms around his neck, and smiling as his eyes locked with hers.

"OK Tawnee, that's about enough!" Cheryl nearly yelled. "Get off his lap, and go play with one of your little friends now. We'd like to have some time now."

"But I want to visit with my 'BIG' sister and her strong young boyfriend" teased Tawnee, stressing the word BIG in a way that made Cheryl feel like she was implying that she was anything but bigger than her. Suddenly Cheryl was starting to see shades of red.

"Tawnee, I said get off his lap and leave us alone -- NOW," demanded Cheryl.

"What did you say, "BIG" sister," giggled Tawnee.

"You heard me Tawnee. I'm quickly loosing patience with the way your acting. Now stop showing off, get off his lap, and leave us ALONE!"

"Hmmm. . . tell you what, 'BIG' sister, if you want me off of this big strong man's lap, why don't you make me?" asked Tawnee. She was suddenly becoming aware of the fact that she could feel something rather hard underneath her. 

Chris's getting a hardon from me sitting here, she realized to herself with unrestrained glee! I'm turning him on! Cheryl probably has him bored to tears, and I'm turning him on. The idea made her suddenly feel very excited. Very powerful. And very wet. She also started to feel a slight twinge of guilt, so she was just about ready to get up and quit teasing her sister, when all at once Cheryl leapt up from her chair and sprung at her.

Tawnee didn't really mean to do anything. However, some of her instincts from wrestling just seemed to take over. Cheryl angrily stormed toward her, attempting to grab her arm and jerk her from Chris's lap. 

Tawnee first allowed her sister to grab her arm, and right at the time Cheryl tried to jerk her off of Chris's lap, Tawnee made her first defensive move. She took her free hand, and using a move she had learned from Gwen, pulled back on the hand that was gripping her arm. At the same time Tawnee pulled her arm away hard, which had the effect of sending Cheryl topping backwards hard onto her butt!

It was a pretty comical sight, and once again it gave Tawnee a rush of feeling power and excitement seeing her sister being placed rather quickly on her butt. 

Cheryl, however, was not amused. "You little bitch, you're going to pay for that," scowled Cheryl at her little sister, as she again charged up to the chair, grabbing for Tawnee's arm.

This time Cheryl was able to get Tawnee's arm and pull her off of Chris, mostly because Tawnee was still laughing so hard. The laughter was short-lived, however, as Cheryl let loose a stinging slap across Tawnee's face as she pulled her to the ground with her. From this point, Cheryl did have the advantage, outweighing her sister, as well as being larger.

Cheryl quickly climbed onto her sister. She was going to put an end to this impudence once and for all, and send this little brat to her room crying. That'd serve her right for making Cheryl look silly in front of her new friend. 

"Get off of me!" Tawnee yelled, her shirt sliding up dangerously high under her pert-young-boobs. "I was just playing around a little bit!" The brunette tried to push her bigger sister off of her with her hands. 

"Too bad." Cheryl laughed, as she took hold of Tawnee's wrists, and quickly pressed them down to the grass next to the sides of the brunette's head. 

Tawnee began to struggle and squirm beneath her older sister, as Cheryl sat astride her stomach. "Let me up!" Tawnee demanded, as she tried to topple her sister off of her by bouncing her legs, it pushed her shirt up a bit more exposing the bottom of her breasts slightly. 

Tawnee glanced down, seeing one of her pink nipples come into view, and glancing over at Chris. He was staring at her, unblinkingly. It was obvious that he was rock hard too, she could see it sticking straight up from his shorts. Hmmm . . . so she wants to play this way, huh? Thought Tawnee to herself.

"No way," Cheryl smiled, as she slid her cute butt forward just slightly, and pressed her knees down onto Tawnee's shoulders. "This is way too much fun." Tawnee couldn't help but smile as she suddenly realized that Cheryl thought she was in total control of the situation. She decided to give her one last chance to get out of the situation with some dignity.

"Come on Cheryl." Tawnee said to her sister, looking up at her. "You're really asking for it......Let me up!" 

Cheryl just smiled down into Tawnee's frustrated face and shook her head no. "If you want up," Cheryl laughed, "You'll have to do it yourself." 

In a very quick move, Tawnee's legs came up from behind Cheryl, and on the first try, the brunette managed to get her feet between her sister's arms and the sides of her body. Digging the heels of her bare feet into Cheryl's breasts. 

As her legs wrapped around Cheryl, the loose-fitting shirt her older sister was wearing had every button on it tear off, completely separating it in front of Cheryl, exposing her large breasts, constrained only by a loose-fitting, and rather risqué (especially by Cheryl's standards) and revealing bikini top. 

Tawnee didn't realize that she had ripped her sister's shirt at this point. She only knew that with her legs up in this position, wrapped around Cheryl that it had to be quite a sight for Chris. She knew her ass was facing him from this angle, and with these shorts on, and her legs stretched around her sister, she could feel that they had wedged completely up her ass, giving him an excellent view of her exposed ass! 

First he sees my tit, now he's probably staring at my ass, thought Tawnee. Adrenaline surged through her, and she felt like she might cum right on the spot as she pictured him looking at her, and realized that he had probably already seen more of her than her big sister.

Now, the younger girl was easily able to use her toned and conditioned legs to push Cheryl back off of her, and the older girl suddenly lost her balance, and fell backward between Tawnee's tightly grasping thighs. 

As a slightly dazed Cheryl tried to get to her knees, Tawnee was suddenly all over her. Tawnee jumped up and grabbed hold of Cheryl's right arm, wedging it behind her back, and began pushing Cheryl forward in front of her. 

"OUCH!! Hey, let go of my arm Tawnee." Cried Cheryl and she bent forward trying to avoid the pain that was shooting through her arm as her younger sister pushed it still further out of it's socket.

Tawnee took this opportunity to quickly get herself into position, wrapping both of her arms in under her sister's to get her into a classic full-nelson.

Now Tawnee had complete leverage on her sister, and Cheryl was pretty much helpless to get out of it, or do much of anything, though she struggled and fought as hard as she could.

It quickly became apparent, however, that Tawnee was in much better condition, and was simply a lot stronger than her older sister. She simply held the position until Cheryl had exhausted all of her strength, and then hung somewhat loosely in her sisters arms.

"Hey, 'BIG' sister, you seem to have lost all your spunk!" taunted Tawnee, turning her big sister around so that she was facing Chris. Since Cheryl's shirt had torn open, and Tawnee was bending her over so far with her skimpy little bikini top, Cheryl's big tits were really showing, and really pretty much hanging directly in Chris's face! 

As Tawnee looked up, she could see that he was rock hard. Looking over her sister, directly into Chriss eyes, she smiled at him, making eye contact with him. It was as if he was under her hypnotic charm or something. Tawnee was pretty sure she was going to cum soon. Her pussy was dripping wet, she looked down, and could see that there was a wet spot forming between her legs.

She also caught sight of her sister, bent over in front of her, and got another electric jolt of excitement surging though her. She looked back at Chris, puckered up her lips at him, staring him directly in the eye, and kissed the air at him. Chris simply sat there, slack jawed, and stared back and forth between Cheryl's nearly exposed big tits, and her extremely sexy sister. This was definitely the most exciting spectacle he had ever witnessed!

"What do you think of my sisters big old titties Chris?" asked Tawnee as she wedged her knee into her sisters butt rather hard, causing Cheryl's whole body, especially her big tits to shake. 

"MMMMMMM," you could hear Chris audibly moan as she did this.

"Cheryl, I think Chris has enjoyed watching me kick your big ass!" boasted Tawnee as she repeated bringing her knee up into Cheryl's ass, bouncing her tits again for Chris. Both sisters could see his cock jerk under his shorts as she did this. They could see his throbbing, straining cock through his shorts, and they could also see that they were becoming wetter and wetter from pre-cum.

As Tawnee kneed her sister's ass a third time, she let up on the full-nelson, still maintaing a half-nelson, Tawnee reached up behind her sister, staring directly into Chris's eyes the whole time, and untied her sister's string bikini, pulling it away from her suddenly livid sister.

At this point, a few things all happened simultaneously. First, as Tawnee saw her sisters huge tits come into full view for Chris, she looked down from his eyes to his cock, and could tell that he was shooting his wad into his shorts. 

She too, at this point had the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life! It was so intense, that she lost her grip on Cheryl, and Cheryl attempted to jerk away. Realizing that she was getting away, Tawnee grabbed at her with all her strength.

All she was able to grab was the Cheryl shorts, and Cheryl pulled hard, fueled by anger and embarrassment, causing her shorts and panties to rip hard at the elastic! Fortunately for her, Tawnee lost her grip as her orgasm intensified. 

Cheryl jerked away, and started running for the door. Just at that very instant, their stepfather appeared at the backdoor to see what all the hubbub was about. Seeing his eldest daughter running toward the door, bare breasted, made him immediately think that they had been goofing around and that Cheryl had taken things too far.

"What do you young ladies think you are doing?" he demanded.

Cheryl immediately started crying hysterically. She couldn't even begin to tell him what had just transpired.

"That's quite enough! This is no way to act in front of a guest and your little sister. What kind of an example are you setting anyway?!? I think that your young man visitor needs to go home, and I also think that both of you will simply have to be grounded until further notice!"

Cheryl knew better than to argue the fact that she was a full-grown woman to her father at a time like this. Plus she was far too embarrassed standing there, in front of everyone trying to hide her enormous breasts from everyone's view. So she simply ran past her father into the house, crying hysterically, not even looking back.

"Sorry daddy," said Tawnee, in her best little girl voice that she knew always softened her father when he was angry with her.

"What kind of outfit is that to be wearing out in public young lady? I think you know better than that missy. You get inside with your sister, you are also grounded until further notice."

Tawnee turned and secretly winked at Chris as she jogged triumphantly into the house. Chris, for his part, was doing his best to try to hide the huge cumspot on the front of his shorts. Fortunately for him, the girls' father was way to upset to even notice. "You'll have to leave now, young man." Chris gladly accepted this invitation, and got the hell outta there.



The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 05



Cheryl and Tawnee had to spend the next day at home, alone, together. Neither was happy about the situation. After their fight yesterday and having to spend the entire next day together, they were continually snapping at each other today. 

It was definitely going to be hard for them to get along today. Cheryl had just realized not only had Tawnee humiliated her in front of Chris, but also due to the grounding they had received for their little fight, her next date with Chris would have to be cancelled as well! 

"Damn it," she said to herself.

"What's your problem?" demanded Tawnee.

"None of your business!" snapped Cheryl.

Tawnee felt herself growing angry at her sister. Not only was she stuck here with her mopey sister all day, but she also had just remembered her wrestling team had a big match today and she was missing it. 

"If you're going to mumble to yourself, do it someplace else," replied Tawnee.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want, baby sister. It's your fault we're in this situation to begin with, if you recall!" snapped Cheryl.

"The hell it is!"

"The hell it isn't!" replied Cheryl taking a few steps toward her younger sister.

Normally, in the past, this would have been all it would have taken for Tawnee to back down and give in to her sister. But things had changed.

Tawnee took one step forward to close the gap between herself and her older sister.

"Don't mess with me, child," threatened Cheryl

"Oh, I'm just terrified," Tawnee replied, trying to bait her sister.

"I still can't believe that shit you pulled in front of Chris yesterday," Cheryl sneered, feeling the anger in her grow at the thought of what had happened.

In spite of her sisters' anger, Tawnee was not backing down this time. She was angry herself, and if Cheryl thought she could just push her around, she had a few things to learn.

Cheryl finally got ahold of her anger, and turned to walk away from her sister. The anger within Tawnee, however, reached a boiling point, and she decided she wasn't letting her sister off that easy. She decided a little humiliation was in order again.

As Cheryl began to walk away, Tawnee snuck up behind her, and jerked her sweat pants down to her knees, revealing the girls black silky panties.

"Hey!" Cheryl yelled, dropping the book she had in her hands and grabbing her pants.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Nice panties Cheryl. I thought only big girls got to wear panties like that," teased Tawnee.

"That was so crude. What has gotten into you lately?" demanded Cheryl. "You are just plain weird these days."

"What's gotten into me is that I'm tired of your superior attitude. I'm tired of you pushing me around," with that, Tawnee reached up and pushed her sister back a step.

"I'm tired of you acting like such a hoity pa toity," again, another push as Tawnee advanced on her sister. With the pants pulled down around her knees, Cheryl nearly fell over backwards, and had to catch herself on the stepladder that was right beside her to prevent herself from toppling completely over!

"Stop it Tawnee!" demanded Cheryl

Instead of stopping, Tawnee got an evil look in her eye, and grabbed again for her sisters sweat pants. Cheryl struggled to keep her pants up, but Tawnee was stronger and had better leverage. 

The loose pants came off in Tawnees hands and Cheryl fell back on the floor, as the pants slipped from her grasp. 

Suddenly Cheryl felt vulnerable. Her sister still had a menacing look in her eyes, and Cheryl wanted no part of it. She jumped up and tried to run around her but Tawnee tackled her and forced her back onto her own bed.

Cheryl decided that two could play at this game, so she grabbed at Tawnees top, pushing it upwards above her breasts.

This would seem to have been a mistake, however, for when Cheryl grabbed at her sisters top, Tawnee ducked down and grabbed Cheryl's black panties and pulled back hard. Cheryl attempted to save them, but again wound up falling back onto the floor - this time without any panties on.

"Stop it!" Cheryl screamed. She jumped up and so did Tawnee.

They grabbed each other's arms and wrestled briefly before Tawnee got a leg between Cheryl's and tripped her. As she was falling backwards Cheryl's hands shot down to cushion the fall. 

Tawnee grabbed her and heaved, rolling her onto her stomach. She dropped down with one knee pressing against the small of Cheryl's back, then gripped the girl's top and pulled upwards.

Cheryl howled in pain and grabbed at the shirt and the two tugged back and forth before Tawnee got it off, leaving Cheryl in just her black lacey bra now. 

Suddenly Cheryl felt very much exposed and embarrassed in front of her little sister. She was completely humiliated, as Tawnee had so easily almost completely stripped her down!

She tried to clutch her arms together over her chest to prevent what would surely happen next, but Tawnee sat on her back, grabbed her arms and forced them up above her head.

"OWE! You're HURTING ME!" said Cheryl.

Tawnee then squatted over her, her knees coming down on either side of Cheryl's head, pinning her helplessly. Tawnee knew she was in complete control now, and felt a surge of adrenaline flow through her. 

Before Cheryl knew what was happening, Tawnee reached down and grabbed the front hooking bra, unfastening it. At that moment, it sprung free, due to being a little bit too tight on the girl. Tawnee grasped it, and slipped it up along her sisters arms and off.

"Ah haaa!" she crowed, triumphantly.

"Tawnee, get OFF OF ME NOW!!" Cheryl shrieked as her anger and embarrassment overcame her. She felt hot tears forming in her eyes. She was so mad at her sister at this moment, she may never speak to her ever again.

"What's the matter 'BIG' SISTER?" teased Tawnee back at her older sibling. "You think you're so much better than me – just because you're a few years older? Well today you need to learn a few lessons I think!"

"You were so afraid of me seeing you masturbate. So afraid that I might know that you have real life desires. So afraid that you might lose your CONTROL over me!" fumed Tawnee. 

Suddenly Tawnee was seething with anger. For some reason, her sister had taken on the form of all things that were currently frustrating her. 

Losing over and over again to Karen. Being made the fool of by her next door neighbor archrival, not being asked to homecoming, and on & on the list went of things that had gotten her down lately. 

Her sister was conveniently providing her the avenue of frustration release! Her eyes seemed to glow green with anger. Cheryl noticed, and it frightened her a bit.

Cheryl decided it might be a good time to try to put some distance between her and her angry sister. Suddenly Tawnee spun around and as Cheryl leapt upwards to try to get away, Tawnee leapt onto her back. 

Next, Tawnee threw her arms around her sister's arms, sliding her hands back together behind Cheryl's head. Before Cheryl had any idea what was happening, her sister had quickly pinned her in a half nelson, her arms pulled up and her chest pushed out.

They were both on their knees on the floor, grunting and straining and fighting as hard as they could. And Cheryl was completely NAKED!

Tawnee was angry, and Cheryl was plain and simply scared at this point. Again, Tawnee made another unexpected move and heaved Cheryl to one side so she was facing the mirror on the wall.

"So you're just a sweet little innocent virgin... are you?" panted Tawnee.

"Tawnee, please let me go now," asked Cheryl feeling completely at the mercy of her younger sister and feeling genuine fear at the total ANGER she heard coming from her sister. Why in the hell was she acting like this?

"How... many times... you jerked off... this... week...Cheryl?" she asked. "How many times did you secretly play with your little pussy, hoping nobody would ever know?"

These words hit home, and made Cheryl genuinely MAD! "Fuck you!" Cheryl snarled, struggling furiously.

"Look at this pretty little body," Tawnee sneered. She gave a sudden twist and pulled the other girl across her knees as she sat back on her heels. Cheryl rolled and tried to get away but Tawnee pulled both her hands quickly down and held them together at the small of her back. 

She was simply too strong for her older sister. All that training had certainly paid off for her. She was in excellent condition.

Cheryl kicked and jerked and thrashed, but she had no leverage to do anything forceful or to even begin to free herself. Tawnee had one arm around her waist and the other pinning her wrists together. She freed the one on Cheryl's waist briefly and slapped it down hard on the other girl's upturned buttocks. 

Cheryl yowled and struggled harder.

"Tell me how many times have you played with yourself!" Tawnee demanded.

"Nooooooooooo!" cried Cheryl.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Tawnee continued to spank her older sister.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" cried Cheryl.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Cheryl's ass cheeks turned pink, then red.

"AAAAAAAH!!" Cheryl started to scream. This seemed to at least slow the onslaught of swats onto her butt from her sister. 

Tawnee spanked her red ass again and again, until Cheryl's cries gave way to low grunts at each impact. She was exhausted from the struggle and her ass was burning hot. Hot tears of anger, frustration, and embarrassment flowed down Cheryl's cheeks.

Tawnee was still mad though. She continued to spank her sister's ass even as her older sister struggled less and became limp across her thighs. 

As Cheryl's legs slipped apart Tawnee saw her bald little cunt mound appear from between them. She smiled to herself, thinking of how completely she was defeating her older sister and making her look completely like a child.

It was time for her to show her older sister that she was no longer going to be pushed around. That SHE could now take charge! 

Instead of hurting her more, Tawnee slid her hand between Cheryl's thighs and gently but firmly cupped her pussy lips in her hand.

"Do you think you're better than me Cheryl?" asked Tawnee, as she began playing with her sisters sex.

All Cheryl could manage was more sobbing.

"You know, I know that this little pussy of yours gets HOT – just like mine. I saw you play with it the other night. I saw how hard you came. I know that you get all worked up some nights, and you pump your little fingers into this tight little pussy- just like I do"

As Tawnee talked, she gently continued to caress her sisters pussy.

Cheryl was still in a daze from the spanking she had received, didn't even realize what was happening to her as her sister began squeezing, then rubbing her pussy. 

Tawnee's middle finger pressed deep into the cleft as she rubbed her hand up and down Cheryl's sex. 

Her sisters bald little pussy was soft and pulpy and felt hot and wet in her grip as she maneuvered her middle finger up and down the cleft.

Tawnee bent down next to her sisters ear and started whispering into it: "Your pussy... is just as hot... as mine, it feels a whole lot like mine when I play with it" she whispered, rubbing more insistently at Cheryl's clit. 

Cheryl moaned and whimpered, her body trying to pull free again. Tawnee held her easily, rubbing her fingers over her sisters ever moistening pussy and continuing to tease her clitoris. Suddenly she thrust her tongue into her sisters ear, eliciting another moan from the helpless girl. 

Tawnee had no idea why she began the foreplay with her sister. She had not thought of it in advance at all. It was simply another way she could show complete domination over her sister. Not only could she make her beg for mercy because she was stronger, but she could also make her HOT sexually.

Tawnee tightened her middle finger then and slowly inched it down into Cheryl's pussy as the other girl jerked and twisted hopelessly.

"You get off just like me. You're just as hot as I am. You just don't have the guts to admit it," she whispered into her sister ear, sensually.

She drove her finger fully into Cheryl's pussy and then eased a second inside, then a third, pumping them in and out as she ground her thumb down against Cheryl's clit. Cheryl's whole body was hot and glistening with heat from the unexpected invasion.

"You're all wet inside," Tawnee smiled, pumping a little harder as she suddenly noticed Cheryl's ass was beginning to wiggle in time with her caresses. 

"N... n... noooooo," Cheryl sniffled. "Am... not."

"Ha! You ARE hot. You might as well just admit it."

Tawnee ran her hand over Cheryl's soft, red round ass cheeks, then slid it flat along the crease and right down between her legs and over her pussy, squeezing it, then pushing two fingers right back inside of her soaking wet pussy. 

She began to pump them steadily, building up a bit of a rhythm, flicking her thumb over Cheryl's clit, sliding her fingers along her sisters G-Spot as she toyed with her.

She pulled her hands out then, letting go of her sister. The struggling on Cheryl's bed seemed to cease. Suddenly, Tawnee grabbed her sister, and forced her to roll over onto her back on the bed.

Before the dazed girl could respond, Tawnee was between her legs, jerking her thighs wide apart as she pressed her face into Cheryl's crotch. 

Tawnee felt a total rush as she felt totally in control – she was totally dominating her big sister, and it was a total rush to her. She was going to OWN her sister's sweet little pussy – whether she wanted her to or not.

She had to taste it!

She gently separated her sisters pussy lips open and lightly blew on the pink flesh, causing a moan from her sister to be heard. She next breathed in the wonderful aroma of her big sisters pussy. 

Now she could resist no longer. Tawnee pushed her tongue deep into Cheryl's snatch, slurping and sucking on her juices as she completely lost herself in the act of devouring her big sisters pussy. Loud smacking noises could be heard echoing through the room as she licked and sucked and completely began to eat out her big sisters pussy!

Cheryl's mouth and eyes opened wide in a shocked expression. She  gasped and jerked and groaned, but didn't try to pull away as Tawnee's tongue worked it's way up and down and all over her soaked and messy little slit. Tawnee slid two fingers up inside her sisters pussy and again found the G-Spot and pumped away as she sucked Cheryl's clit into her mouth and nibbled on it.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Cheryl groaned.

"Yeah," Tawnee grinned fiercely, opening her mouth wide as she could and mashing it against Cheryl's cunt.  Sucking, chewing, rubbing her lips, tongue, and teeth against the pink and white flesh, then closing her lips tightly and pushing her mouth hard into Cheryl's cunt, her tongue pushing into and out of the girl's hole.

Cheryl whimpered and shook, her ass wagging from side to side and humping back at Tawnee 's face.

"O MY GOD! O MY GOD! O MY GOD!" groaned Cheryl. She had never experienced any sensation that even remotely compared to this in her entire life! What in the hell was her sister doing to her?!!? She had never even done this with a boy!

Tawnee munched and suckled at her sister's pussy, her tongue sliding up and down, her lips rubbing from side to side. She stared into her sisters pussy with awe, and gently blew onto it and then she sucked as hard as she could. 

And Cheryl... went insane.

Her whimpers grew to sobs, then to great heaving gasps and pants and groans, then to cries of pleasure and delight and shock. She ground her ass back against Tawnee 's face with more and more passion and force, her knees sliding apart on the carpet of their own accord to open her crotch up more. She grabbed the back of her sisters head with both hands, forcing it as deeply inside her as she could!

She bucked back, fucking her pussy onto Tawnee 's mouth. Her mouth gaped wide open, her eyes tightly closed.

Cheryl had never experienced anything like this in her life, in spite of the fact that it was being forced on her. Forced on her by her little sister, at that. 

Though a part of her felt so devastatingly humiliated, that tongue – seemed to be piercing through to her very core!

"Oh – my – God!" gasped Cheryl as she came, bucking and bouncing and crying out as her cum tore through her and blasted her senses apart.

She immediately soaked the footstool, Tawnee's face, her own ass, and everything around the area. She came everywhere, screaming loudly as she did so.

Tawnee kept licking and sucking as Cheryl began to tremble again, the trembling getting rougher and more violent, and she kept licking as Cheryl came again, and then again!

Finally, she stopped! Like her older sister, she was soaked with sweat, only hers had dampened her clothes. She peeled them off quickly, then knelt behind Cheryl and hugged the shivering girl tightly, kissing her on the neck, and then on the cheek. 

Tawnee pulled her sister close and kissed her on the cheek, then on the forehead, hugging her and rocking her as Cheryl slowly regained some control over her senses. 

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," said Tawnee.

"Ummm- I think I would like to be hurt like THAT all the time," giggled Cheryl.

The two sisters held each other and laughed in one anothers arms.

Cheryl forgave her sister, learned a boundary with her, and experienced the most wonderful sexual experience of her young life, all at the same time!

Tawnee vowed to herself at that moment that she would never hurt her sister again.



The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 06



*** Bad Grades – what to do? ***

After the prom, Cheryl became less and less interested in schoolwork and more and more interested in her new boyfriend Chris. It came to a head when Cheryl's mom, Jane received a progress report on Cheryl in the mail. It seems Cheryl was failing in her math class with a low D. This came as a major concern to her mom, because up to this point, Cheryl had always been a straight A student. Jane knew she had to do something because her daughter was becoming more and more resistant to her authority and seemed to be hiding things from her mother. Up until recently, this had been entirely uncharacteristic of the girl, and Jane was concerned.

When she asked her friends for advice, she was given some that she did not expect! "You should have Bob (Cheryl's step-father) deal with it. He needs to become more involved with his daughter, and frankly, help you out a bit with this. Girls tend to respond better to their fathers at this age. They tend to trust them more."

Jane had been debating this idea for the entire day. When Bob got home from work, she called him aside and asked his opinion on it.

"Hmmm...well, I think I could probably handle it – and I will – under one condition," replied Bob.

"What's that?" asked Jane.

"That you let ME handle it. That you turn it over completely to me, and let it be between Cheryl and me. That means you act like you know nothing about it, and let me deal with it in my own way. If you're going to have me start it, then jump in and change everything, then I don't think it will work very well."

"OK, deal. I KNOW NOTHING!" laughed Jane.

"I'm serious. This means you can't ever mention it to her, you can't bring it up at all. You have to allow me deal with it entirely."

"I got it," laughed Jane.

"OK. So tonight when she gets home from school, you make yourself scarce – and I'll bring it up to her and see how it goes."

"All right. But you at least have to let me know how it goes."

"Deal. But NO talking to her about it."

"You got it big stuff!" grinned Jane, as she reached for Bob's ever willing to respond manhood. Just as he started to harden, they heard Tawnee and Cheryl arriving home. 

"As usual," thought Bob to himself. His and Jane's sex life had been anything but overly active these days. Having two teenage daughters – who were ALWAYS around – kind of got in the way a bit. By the time Jane and Bob had a moment alone, Jane was always exhausted and wanted very little to do with sex. Bob was feeling like he could just about climb a tree!!

"HI mom! Hi Dad!" announced Tawnee, bounding through the door and kissing each of them, in turn, on the cheek.

Cheryl, as usual, kinda snuck into the room and tried to make her way to her room without being overly noticed by her parents. She figured, the less she talked to them, the less they could hassle her.

"Hey Tawnee, I need your help doing some shopping today!" said Jane to her youngest daughter. Jane knew one way to very easily persuade her youngest daughter out of the house without having to divulge the slightest amount of information to her.

"Clever," thought Bob to himself.

"OK!" responded Tawnee, ever willing to shop! The pretty young teen made her way, with her mother, out the door to the family car. Bob rather quickly heard the engine start up, peered out the window and watched his wife and youngest daughter drive away, leaving Cheryl alone in the kitchen with her step father.

Bob couldn't help but notice how much his daughter had grown up this year. She certainly was growing into a beautiful young woman. She looked just like his wife, only 20 years younger, and 15 pounds lighter and – well, quite a bit firmer. In a word, the teen had become scorchingly HOT!

Not really sure how to breech the subject with his daughter, Bob just went straight to the heart of the matter - "You know your report card came in the mail today," started Bob.

"Terrific," replied Cheryl, rolling her eyes.

"You realize you're failing math?" he asked.

"Yeah. So?" asked his daughter, immediately challenging him. "What do YOU care anyway?"

"Young lady, I care a lot about your grades!" responded Bob, feeling himself growing angry.

"Since WHEN? You're not my dad!" demanded Cheryl.

Her response so caught him off guard that he just stood there, glaring at his daughter.

Feeling himself already losing the battle, Bob started grasping at straws - "You're mom's not going to be too thrilled with it, you know?"

"Since when is she EVER thrilled with ANYTHING I do? Look, I'm going to go lay out for awhile," said Cheryl as she bounded out of the kitchen and headed toward her room.

Bob was completely taken aback. He did not at all expect the responses he got from his stepdaughter. And she was so grown up looking that he found it hard to be too harsh with her. She was a young woman...a very attractive and bull headed young woman who somewhat overwhelmed him a bit.

He stood in the kitchen as he heard the back door open and close. He simply stood there for a moment pondering what his next move should be. He decided he should talk more to her...so he walked to the back sliding glass door that led out to the deck, meaning to march right out and confront his eldest daughter.

When he got there though, he simply froze in his tracks. His daughter was laying out in her black and white two piece bikini. Not such a big deal – he had seen her in it dozens of times. But today, she looked completely different.

As he stood, staring out the back door, he took in her beauty, as if for the very first time! She lay on her back, facing him, with her eyes closed to shield the sun. Since her eyes were closed, he was able to stare at her from head to toe and back again, lingering wherever his eyes chose to without being concerned with anyone catching him looking. This was such a rarity to be able to look at a young, scarcely dressed beauty that he simply stood there, riveted to the sight before him.

Her beautiful, straight blonde hair fell all around the chair completely surrounding her, seeming to highlight the young and innocent beauty. Her face was perfect. Nice long neck...that seemed to just travel down to the most incredible set of breasts he had ever seen in his life. He didn't know how big they were, but he was certain they were now larger than her mothers were - and–much firmer with no sag at all.

He didn't realize it, but at the moment his eyes met with her breasts, his hand started stroking his rock hard cock through his dress pants. It was throbbing, and pre-cum had started to leak out. 

As she lay there, she reached up and adjusted her suit, lifting her breasts up, reaching under them, and wiping away some sweat from underneath her large, firm, tits. 

When she moved her hands away, he could clearly see the underside of both her tits, they were now outside the tight bikini top! He could see the bottoms of them, practically up to the nipples that he could clearly see protruding through the fabric of the suit. 

At this point, he slid his hands down his still done up pants, fished his way into his underwear, and grabbed his throbbing cock, squeezing more pre-cum out of it. The pre-cum lubricated his hand a bit, and allowed him to actually begin masturbating as he stood there.

"GOD, I want her!" he said out loud to himself as he stood there, studying her laying not 10 feet away from him.

As she continued to lay there, she brought her knees up a bit, and parted them slightly. He found himself staring at the narrow piece of fabric that contained her sweet young pussy.

"MMMM," He let out a low moan and continued working his cock with his right hand. He knew if he kept this up, he would shortly cum in his pants. He had to get ahold of himself and figure out what in the hell he was going to say to this girl!

Reluctantly, he took his hands out of his pants and walked away.

Twenty minutes later, he found himself back at the window, discovering that she had now turned over on her back, and her firm, young, perfect – and only slightly covered – ass was staring straight back at him. 

Again, he found his hand in his pants pulling on his hard cock. Only her starting to get up from her chair roused him this time. He was on the verge of shooting into his palm when the girl started getting her stuff together to come inside.

Being the mature man of the house that he was, he ran to his bedroom to hide! He decided that two could play at this game though. 

As he ran into his room, he left the door cracked, pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving only his bikini briefs on. He had dark blue, fairly tight, bikini briefs that really showed off what he had. 

At the moment, he had a HUGE hardon! He lay down on his back on the bed, and pretended to be in a deep sleep – just to see how his oldest stepdaughter would respond.

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*** Taking a nap ***

Bob had this special trick he could do with his eyes. He could pretend that he was lying there asleep, with his eyes closed, when in actuality, they were slightly open, allowing him to see everything going on in the room. 

He used to use this trick on his parents all the time when he was a teenager. He would pretend to be asleep on the couch and watch his parents until they went to bed, then sneak out.

As he lay there, with a semi-hard cock, in his bikini briefs, he heard her open up his door to come in to try to talk to him. Then, seeing him laying there asleep on the bed, she stopped short of calling out to him. 

Instead, she stood there, for just a second, checking to see if her stepfather was indeed, actually asleep. 

She had not changed from her 2 piece bikini, so as he quietly watched her standing in his room, he was getting a very interesting eyeful of her chest as she bent over the bed, looking to see if her was asleep. 

In fact, her tits were practically falling out of her bikini top! As he peered down her top, he could see all of both of her breasts dangling before his face. 

The swimsuit separated from her slightly on the right side, allowing him to even see her pointedly hardened right nipple. It was all Bob could do to suppress a slight moan as he took in this sight of virgin beauty. 

The family dog had wandered into the room, so Cheryl suddenly crouched down right next to the bed to pet the dog, again, giving Bob an excellent view of her magnificent charms. Bob could feel a major hardon well on it's way.

Bob still pretended to be asleep, only slightly opening his eyes so he was able to watch what Cheryl was doing. 

She would pet the dog and rub his back and then glance over at where he was asleep. Bob started to think that it was slightly peculiar that she was staying in his room so long – just petting the dog. 

Suddenly, Cheryl got up and walked over a little closer to her stepfather. From time to time she would look to make sure his eyes were closed and he was still asleep. 

Bob played the game well and could pretty well track where she was as she moved to the end of the bed. He opened his eyes just a slit again and saw Cheryl seemed to be staring intently toward his crotch area.  Bob knew immediately what she was looking at.

From the position Bob was laying on the bed and due to the fact that his cock was by now three quarters of it's full eight hard inches, he realized Cheryl was getting a good indication of what his cock looked like through the outline in his tight bikini briefs! This sudden realization made his cock twitch a bit and become even more hard. 

About that time Cheryl heard a noise in another room and she quickly left. 

"Damn," Bob thought to him self as he saw her walk out of the room. 

Bob reached down and adjusted his cock – moving it slightly closer to the leg opening of his briefs.

He heard Cheryl coming back toward where he was laying. Apparently satisfied she was safe she entered the room again and began petting the dog again. If Bob had woken up, she could have told him she was simply checking on the dog.

Bob watched her through the slits of my eyes. Soon, she got up and walked toward the end of the bed again. This was his opportunity. 

He acted as if he were simply scratching in his sleep, bringing his hand over to scratch his balls. Cheryl started back a bit at this point, but didn't leave entirely – checking to see if he was asleep or if he had awakened. 

She must have decided he was still asleep, as she crouched a bit closer again, just as Bob reached inside the side of his briefs, freeing both his cock and balls to the afternoon air – as well as his curious stepdaughters gaze. As his cock sprung into view, Cheryl let out a slight gasp.

Soon Cheryl had worked her way back to the end of the bed again and was staring intently. Bob acted as if he were scratching again – in his sleep. 

Only this time, he left his hand resting on top of his cock that was now exposed from his briefs. He gently squeezed and slightly pulled on his hard dick as his stepdaughter stared with rapt fascination at the spectacle before her.

Cheryl stared fixedly at Bob's hand. She would look apprehensively toward his eyes, then back to his crotch. Next, Bob began to scratch the top of his now fully exposed cock. When he had finished this, he left his hand on top of his completely hard cock. 

Cheryl remained almost frozen in her spot, looking at his eyes then back to his cock then back at his eyes.  Next Bob froze in that position acting as if he had fallen into a very deep sleep.  

His hand covered only part of his cock and a few inches of it extended beyond the end of his casually placed hand. 

Bob lost sight of Cheryl as she bent closer to examine his exposed cock.  Was it his imagaination? He could almost swear he felt her warm breath on the head of his exposed cock.  

He wasn't sure how close she got to it, but he could tell it had been very close. Then as quickly as it began, Cheryl left. He heard his door shut and then heard her closing her own bedroom door.

At first Bob was a little nervous about the whole episode. He was not sure what Cheryl had thought. The only thing he did know was that the end of his cock was dripping pre cum.  

Bob only discovered this after she had left. His mind raced with thoughts of what she was thinking.  Hey, she was the one who looked. Hell, he thought to himself. I was asleep. 

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*** A Nocturnal Visit ***

Bob decided that he truly would take a brief nap until his wife and youngest daughter returned from shopping. He gathered his cock and balls back into the confines of his briefs, rolled over, and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep.

A few hours later Jane and Tawnee returned from their shopping adventures. Jane found Bob dead asleep, and woke him up to find out how things went.

"How'd the report card mission go?" asked Jane.

"Slow. I'm working on it. Give me a bit more time and we'll see if I can't get this thing straightened around," answered a groggy Bob. 

He had gotten a couple of hours of sleep to prepare for the mission he was planning for later on this evening.

"OK. I'll stay out of it, just like I promised," answered Jane.

"Excellent. I have a few things in mind to try to bring her around. Let's just hope they work," answered Bob – trying to suppress a lecherous grin.

The rest of the evening went as most all others. Jane and Bob worked together on fixing supper while the girls worked on their homework in their room.

Jane and Bob quietly discussed how withdrawn Cheryl had become of late. The girls quietly discussed other matters.

"Do you think Bob's good looking?" asked Cheryl of her younger sister.

"Hell yeah. Mom did pretty good for herself, I think!" answered Tawnee. "If he weren't my step dad, I'm thinking I'd do him." Grineed Tawnee.

"You are so impossible" laughed Cheryl. Why couldn't she be more like her younger sister. So free spirited. So willing to take risks. 

The hugest risks she'd ever taken was getting off the prom dress guy to get a good deal on her dress...then this afternoon peeking at Bob's cock.

She couldn't get over how much that had effected her. She was so hot and horny...she immediately went to her room and started playing with her pussy. 

Unfortunately, the phone had rang almost as soon as she started. Chris was calling just to see how she was. By the time she had gotten off the phone with him, her mom & Tawnee had returned so she didn't get a chance to have a really good cum. 

And she REALLY needed one. Her pussy was simply on fire. She kept seeing Bob's rock hard cock....just inches from her face. She had been so tempted to reach out her tongue – and just touch the end of it.  It took all of her will power to resist the urge as she started at it – just inches from her mouth.

Suddenly Cheryl realized she was day dreaming again. If she didn't get back to her homework her parents were going to simply kill her. She knew her grades had suffered lately, and she knew she needed to focus on them again. It was just kinda hard with all these hormones raging all the time!

The only time she ever seemed to be alone was late at night when she was laying in her bed. Tawnee was never shy about relieving her frustrations, but Cheryl still felt a bit shy to do that. 

Often she just couldn't help herself and would simply have to play with her hot little pussy as she lay in bed listening to her sister very loudly satisfying herself. 

But she really didn't want her sister catching her doing it again and teasing her about it. So normally she tried to wait until she was sure Tawnee had drifted off to sleep before she took care of her needs. And many times, she got so tired, she simply fell asleep. 

Tonight was no different. Almost like clockwork, she heard Tawnee masturbating above her. As the bed rustled and the moaning reached a crescendo, Cheryl simply had to touch her own dripping pussy. 

She was soaked, and completely out of her mind with horniness. As her finger made contact with her wet pussy, she knew she could not be quiet. 

A low moan already escaped her lips, but fortunately, Tawnee was uttering her own as her own orgasm shook over the young teen. Cheryl pulled her hand out frustrated. Again, she would have to wait.

As midnight approached, Cheryl fell into a fast sleep. She did not see her stepfather as he entered her room and approached her bed. He gently sat down and quietly stirred her from her sleep.

"Hey, you awake honey?" he quietly asked his eldest daughter so as not to wake Tawnee who was snoring quietly in the bed above.

"HUH? What's wrong? Where's mom?" asked Cheryl.

"Your mom's where she ALWAYS is – sleeping," answered Bob.

"Oh, OK" Cheryl was still almost asleep and a bit groggy.

"Be really quiet so we don't wake your sister, I wanted to talk to you for a minute" said Bob.

"OK."

"I thought about your report card. I decided not to share it with your mom. I'm just going to sign it and you can turn it back in. But you have to promise me you'll try harder in math, OK?" asked Bob.

"Thanks!" smiled Cheryl at him. "I really appreciate it."

"Hey, everyone needs a chance every now and then, right?" asked Bob.

"Yeah, I guess so," answered Cheryl.

Bob looked at Cheryl again. God she was beautiful. Even in her oversized Tshirt that she was wearing to bed. He could still tell her tits were simply huge under them.

"Boy, I can't get over how much you are growing up," said Bob.

"You thinks so?" she smiled at him.

"My goodness yes. Just look at your breasts! They are so large, and they look really good on you."

"Do you really mean that?" asked Cheryl.

"Hell yeah. Do you think I could look at them?" whispered Bob.

Cheryl hesitated. "But what about mom? You won't tell her will you?" asked Cheryl. 




The Cheryl Cummings Story: Early Years Ch. 06



"Nope. It'll be just our secret," answered Bob.

"Well, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," smiled Cheryl at Bob.

"What of mine do you want to see?" asked Bob, a bit surprised.

"Your cock, of course." Answered Cheryl.

"My cock?!? What do you know about cocks?" asked Bob.

"Not much. I've really only seen one." Answered Cheryl – almst honestly. She was going to leave out the fact that she saw his earlier.

Bob thought she meant his, and asked "Who's have you seen?"

"Well – promise not to tell mom?"

"Sure."

"The guy who owns the prom dress store-I got him off to get a discount on my dress!" confessed Cheryl, feeling a bit excited to actually get to share the experience with someone.

"No shit?!?" asked Bob with a big grin on his face. "SO-willyou show me your tits if I show you my cock?"

"SURE!" said Cheryl, grabbing the bottom of her night shirt, and lifting it slowly above her beautiful young tits.

"Mmmmm," moaned Bob as they came into view in the sparsely lit room.

He sat scooted over closer to her on the bed to get a better look.

"Can I touch them?" he asked?

"You won't tell mom?" asked Cheryl.

"It's our secret," answered Bob.

"OK."

"MMMM."

Bob was in heaven. He reached out and lifted her right tit with his hand. He lifted it, feeling it's weight in his hand. Then he reached his left hand up, cupping her other tit.

"That feels good. You haven't forgotten our other deal though have you?" asked Cheryl.

"All in good time," answered Bob as he bent his head down to her right tit and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. 

He had dreamed about this for awhile, and he wanted to savor every moment of it. He was going to fuck this hard little virgin, and he couldn't wait.

"Ohhh Daddy," whispered Cheryl into Bob's ear as he sucked her firm tit. "That feels so good."

Bob grabbed the covers that were covering the lower half of his stepdaughters body, pulling them quickly down, exposing her pretty pink panties. 

He immediately grabbed the waist band, pulling it out slightly and worming his hand down through her thick blonde pubic hair. 

Cheryl couldn't believe he was actually going to play with her pussy. She needed release badly and had never had anyone else do it for her – apart from the time her sister forced her.

(Which was still something that she furiously pumped her pussy to orgasm to when she was alone and thought about it very much).

His hand slid through her dense hair and he immediately knew her pussy was soaked. She WANTED it! YES! He slid a finger up inside her as he continued to suck her right tit.

He lifted up, looking his stepdaughter straight in the eye. He lost it at this point. He mashed his face against her, shoving his tongue deeply into the teen's throat.

"mmmmm." was all Cheryl could reply.

He pulled his hand out of her panties, grabbing both sides of them in his hand, pulling them down. She complied by lifting her ass off the bed to allow him to slide them over her curves.

He pulled away from the best kiss of his life to examine the sight before him as he pulled her panties to her feet, then completely off. She now lay completely naked under his gaze.

"God you are so beautiful," he whispered.

Cheryl Blushed. "Do you really think so?"

"Fuck yes," he answered, the swear word just making her feel all the more excited. 

He started sucking her left nipple...harder now, with more need behind the foreplay. This was fairly short-lived as he began kissing his way down her stomach. 

He trailed his tongue down her body, lightly licking her belly button as he went by it somewhat quickly.

He found himself face to face with the thing he desired most in the world at this moment. His stepdaughters sweet, tight, virgin pussy. 

It looked like nothing he had ever seen before. A sweet, little dainty, never been touched pussy, and it was making his nuts ache.

He spread her little pussy lips apart and shoved his face into her pussy. 

"Oooooo," uttered Cheryl as her stepdad's tongue wormed it's way deep into her love tunnel. She had never had someone attack her pussy like this before. 

When Tawnee had done it, she was actually much more gentle and loving about it. Bob was rough and eager and fast, and she absolutely LOVED it.

He put his index finger up inside her, searching for her g-spot. He quickly found it, and then began the search for her clit. It didn't take a second to find it. It was fully extended with her complete arousal.

Bob began rubbing her gspot and licking her clit at the same time. It took about 25 seconds.

"OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh.....Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," uttered Cheryl. Quickly she grabbed her pillow and shoved it over her face so that she could let out a small series of screams and not wake her sister. She wanted to do way more playing and did not want to be interrupted!

She lifted her ass off the bed, and literally shoved her eager pussy against her stepdad's face. She grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face ever deeper inside her.

Bob felt as if he would cum in his pants. HE LOVED it when a woman came alive like this during sex. Frankly Jane had become a bit of a dull fuck, hardly even moving during sex. This sex was alive and electric and amazing. Cheryl was probably the most energetic partner he had ever had.

When she came, she got cum ALL over Bob's face. It dripped from her pussy down her ass and all over the bed. Again she had to force her face into her pillow to keep from screaming out loud. She had needed to cum badly...and this was the best she had ever had in her short life so far.

After she had calmed a bit, Bob smiled up at her from between her legs. He gently planted kisses on her thighs and she slowly came down from the high of her orgasm.

"Thank you so much daddy," she said to him, smiling.

"No problem baby." He said as he came up and laid beside her on the bed.

Cheryl wasted no time. She reached over and slid her hand down into his pants to find his rock hard and throbbing cock.

"Will you show me how to play with one of these daddy?" she asked him seriously – looking deeply into his eyes.

Again he lost it. He shoved his tongue back into her mouth and began kissing her with everything he had. She pulled back and grabbed his pajama bottoms down. This time he complied by lifting his ass and allowing her to pull them down.

"I don't really know how to suck one of these," she said, more for his benefit than anything else. "Will you show me?"

Bob responded by taking her head with both of his hands and gently directing her down to it.

"Start off by gently licking around it," he whispered to his daughter.

She began licking his cock like a big lollipop. It didn't taste bad, so she gently took the head into her mouth and continued running her tongue along the bottom of it. She did it so well, Bob stopped giving her instructions. It seemed, she was a natural.

Bob let out a serious of low moans. Cheryl could tell he liked what she was doing, and this excited her even more. She started to try to shove as much of her dad's cock down her throat as she could. 

Suddenly, she realized she had taken it all the way in, and her nose was buried deep in his pubic hair. She looked up at him at this point.

He smiled down to her....grabbed her head, and started to fuck his daughter face. He put his hands on either side of her head and started fucking hard into her mouth. 

He kept this up – and was about to cum – when she choked pretty bad. She almost threw up he had shoved hss cock into her mouth so hard.

He felt bad at that point and took it out all together.

"Oh daddy, I'm sorry. Don't stop, I want to make you cum like you did for me."

"Oh you will. But I want to feel this in your pussy."

"I've never done that before though."

"Can I be the first?"

"Oh daddy, I would love to feel your wonderful big cock all the way inside me. Do you think I'll be as good as mommy?"

"Baby, so far you are 200% better in every way. I can't imagine that will be any different."

Cheryl just beamed at that. She quickly lay on her back, and willingly parted her legs for her stepfather to mount her.

Bob wasted no time getting into position. He kneeled between his daughters spread legs, poising his cock against her sweet little pussy. 

He slowly stroked his big hard dick up and down her tiny moist slit. He hoped it would fit and not hurt her too badly.

She was soaked and after two strokes, his cock was covered with her pussy juice. He started putting it into her. The first couple inches went in quickly & easily. Then he came in contact with her hymen. 

He gently pushed at it, and it did not want to give. He didn't think he could do it.. He simply could not bring himself to hurt her. 

Just when he was about to pull out and give up, Cheryl quickly and roughly lifted her ass off the bed – shoving it in, quickly breaking her hymen.

She let out a slight scream. She suddenly feared waking her sister again, but no stir, and soon, after being quiet, they heard Tawnee's unmistakable little snore.

It was done. She was no longer a virgin. Her step dad Bob had taken her virginity. And she was happier than she had ever been. She was a WOMAN at last. No more little girl stuff for her!

Bob gently worked his cock in all the way. She was tighter and more wonderful than he had ever felt in his life. 

"Baby, you are the best I've ever felt," he said to her in complete honesty.

This time SHE lost it. The idea that she was better than her mom somehow simply charged her. Somehow it brought out the competitive side of her. She this time shoved HER tongue down Bob's throat – taking him a bit by surprise.

She came alive like a firecracker underneath him....fucking up into his hard cock with wild abandon! This made Bob loose it too! 

He fucked back as hard as he could. They were really making some noinse at this point. The bed was shaking and creaking. They had to bring themselves under control!

Bob was beyond that point though. HE kept fucking hard as he felt his balls begin to tingle. 

He grabbed Cheryl's ass with both hands, and shoved his cock all the way in up to the hilt, and started shooting his hot cum into her up to then virgin pussy.

Cheryl, could feel his hot cum shooting into her. As he came, she lost it again, and for the second time that night had her BEST orgasm of her life. 

She came all over her stepdad's cock. Her cum mixing with his as he totally filled her sweet little pussy.

Just then, the dog started barking!!

Bob pulled out quickly, grabbing his underwear and pajama bottoms. He quickly threw them on, and quietly exited Cheryl's room, gently kissing her forehead on the way out.

Bob left the girl's room a satisfied and scared man. Scared that he would be found out and spend some years in jail. But it would have been totally worth it.

As he left, Cheryl eased her way back under the covers and prepared to try to go to sleep.

After he was gone for a moment, Cheryl's heart had just about returned to normal. She lay there, gently rubbing his cum into her pussy with her finger. At just that moment, Tawnee's head appeared over the top bunk –

"That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life," she whispered to Cheryl.

Cheryl's blood stood still in her veins for a moment as she looked into her little sisters eyes.

"Oh my God," said Cheryl. "How long have you been awake?"

"I NEVER went to sleep big sis," she smiled.

"Oh NO!"

"OH Yes! Can you believe how huge Bob's cock is? I can't believe you deepthoated ALL OF IT!! Then you fucked the living shit outta him!! And he told you you were better than MOM!" 

Tawnee was excitedly whispering all this to her big sister. She was obviously not mad about it. And as she recounted it all, it started making Cheryl hot all over again. Especially the part about mom. When she said that, Cheryl touched herself under the covers.

Tawnee saw it.

"You're still hot about it, aren't you? Ya little slut," said Tawnee. "The fact that you're a better FUCK than mom turns your little pussy on, doesn't it?"

"mmmm." Said Cheryl. Unable to control herself, she gently rubbed her cum filled pussy.

"You want me to be quiet about this, don't you?" asked Tawnee.

"Oh sis, you HAVE to be,"

"I don't' HAVE to be. But I will – under a couple of conditions."

"What?" asked Cheryl, feeling a little nervous.

"Pull that cover back and let me watch you play with your freshly fucked little pussy," said Tawnee.

Cheryl just moaned, and pulled the covers down. She suddenly NEEDED to cum again.

At the sight of her naked sister, Tawnee's heat suddenly completely rekindled.

She was totally naked, and she slid off the top bunk – down into bed with her big sister.

"God Cheryl, he's right – you ARE beautiful." Said Tawnee.

"So are you," replied Cheryl, looking at her sister's more athletic and harder body. She had become such a jock – she almost had the movements of a guy.

"Cheryl – I have a favor to ask."

"Anything baby sister," said Cheryl as she continue to rub her horny pussy.

"Will you eat me? I've never had anyone do that for me." Said Cheryl honestly.

"Well, I've never done that before, but if you tell me what to do," Said Cheryl.

"I'm not sure. Just do whatever you think will feel good. Do what Bob was doing to you earlier. When he was doing it....I was watcing....and I was rubbing my pussy. When you came...so did I! I had to fake snore from time to time so you guys wouldn't know!"


"You onery little fart!" exclaimed Cheryl, as she positioned herself between her sisters legs. She suddenly noticed that Tawnee had completely shaven off all her pubic hair and her pussy was bald as a baby's.

"You shaved?"

"Yeah, I do that sometimes when I get really horny. I love the way it looks. I hold a mirror up to it while I play with myself."

Cheryl decided to try to be just like Bob. Without warning, she shoved her face into her sisters little pussy. 

She shoved her tongue in as far as she could and started sucking her pussy in the same fashion that Bob had done to her eariler. She brought two finger up and shoved them up inside her baby sister, and started stroking her gspot just as Bob had done to her earlier. The result was about the same.

Within 2 mintues her sister was cumming in her mouth. Cheryl wasn't particularly attracted to other girls. She loved GUYS. She was really just doing this as a favor to her sis – plus to keep her quiet.

"Oh that was lovely," said Tawnee down to her sister after she came. "Can we try one more thing? I heard about a guy & a girl doing this, and I would like to try it out on my favorite person in the whole world – you!"

"What's that baby sis?" asked Cheryl, planting a quick kiss on her sisters bald little pussy.

"Will you try doing a 69 with me?" asked Tawnee.

Cheryl had heard of that also. It sounded like fun to try it out on her baby sister...so, she quickly kicked her legs over her sisters head, getting on top of her. She also started sucking away on her sisters pussy again.

"mmmmm......" moaned Tawnee and quickly brought her face up into her big sisters pussy.

"mmmmmm....." moaned Cheryl as she shoved her pussy down to meet her sisters tongue. True, she wasn't gay....she didn't even think she was a bit bi, but her sisters tongue felt exquisite!

At that exact moment, Bob popped his head back in to check on Cheryl. What he saw totally caught him off guard. His two stepdaughters were locked in a passionate 69!!!

This was too much! He took his cock back out, and started to stroke it as he watched the action unfold in front of him.

The girls each started grinding their pussys into one another faces. Bob could tell they were both on the verge of orgasms, and this was too much for him – he shot another load all over the carpet. He continued to watch as he bent down and wiped up his cum with his PJ pants.

The girls had both cum in one anothers mouths, and were just laying there, continuing to lick one another. This was definitely hotter than any porno movie Bob had ever seen. However, he decided not to make his presence known. He would just keep this one to himself for possible future use if he needed it!

He quietly crept back out of the room. He went back to his bedroom to find Jane sleeping peacefully in the bed. He crept back to bed, climbed in, and fell FAST asleep.