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The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 01

By: mark_8675309



Chapter One – Meet Cheryl

Cheryl yawned, stretched, and moved her feet to the floor, rising out of bed on a bright and beautiful mid-July morning. The Florida sun shone brightly into her and her husband Chris's 2nd floor master bedroom on what promised to be still another hot summer day. Summer was Cheryl's favorite time of the year. The young blond simply loved to be outside in the sun.

Cheryl felt spectacular this morning, because Chris had made her like a total woman the night before. He had ways of making her GLAD she was a woman, and as visions of the proceeding night's love-making flashed through her mind, she felt her pulse quicken, her nipples stiffen and her panties dampen a bit. "Naughty Naughty" she scolded herself as she shuffled from the bed into the bathroom.

"God I love that man," lamented Cheryl, referring to her now husband of eight months. Eight months to the dayàand three weeksàand six days! She had actually known Chris for just more than five years. It happened, simply by chance, that the new kid in school had been sat directly in front of her in her Algebra II class. (God, he was cute). She may not have learned a whole lot about polynomial equations that semester, but she did find her life's soul mate. A trade-off Cheryl was more than happy to embrace! 

"I can't wait to play tennis tonight," Cheryl thought to herself as she turned the water on in the shower of the master-bath directly connected to the Cummings bedroom. Cheryl simply loved beginning her day in the extra-large, standup, glass shower that she and Chris often shared a quick shower on weekend mornings. "Showers and other things," thought Cheryl, as the subtle feelings of arousal continued to course through her body. 

"I'm going to have to get this little itch taken care of soon," laughed Cheryl to herself.

Cheryl reached for her razor just like she did every other morning in the shower. However, today she felt just a little bit naughty. "Hmmm... should I?" she teasingly asked herself. "What the heck?" she answer as she completely lathered up her sparse brown pubic mound. "Today I'll surprise Chris with a fresh new look," she giggled to herself, as she began removing the hair from her pussy. 

"Wow, that looks a lot different!" Cheryl said to herself as more and more of her bald pussy came into view. "This makes me look like I'm a little school girl again! Hmmm...maybe Chris will decide to punish me tonight for being too naughty!" laughed Chris to herself. "I sure hope so anyway."

As the refreshing water cascaded down the blonde's beautiful body, she ran through the days events in her mind: after her shower she would grab a quick breakfast, throw on her tennis outfit, and straighten up the house a bit. Next, she would meet Chris for a quick bite during his lunch hour at the new Chinese restaurant in town. That would provide her with a couple more hours to get some of her errands done – some grocery shopping and picking up Chris's dry cleaning. Early in the afternoon she had her new Tybo class. She had just started this class, and could already feel the burn in her thighs & butt from the exercising. Finally, she would run over to the park to meet Chris for their afternoon/evening tennis date.

Cheryl finished up in the shower, spraying the remaining hairs down the drain to hide the evidence of her actions. Next she shut off the water, stepped out onto her bath towel, and proceeded drying off. As she gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, her bald mound immediately caught her attention. As she began rubbing lotion all over her body, those familiar twitches were coming back. She gently squeezed her hardening nipples, and realized if she didn't get moving she was going to take care of this itch all by herself today! 

"Nope, gotta save it for my He-Man!" said Cheryl to herself as she picked up her bra & started to put it on. "Hmmm..." she mused to herself. She returned the bra and her panties to her dresser drawer, and also changed out her more conservative tennis outfit for the most sexy and revealing one she had. It wasn't overly risqué, but the skirt was a tad above mid-thigh, and the shirt was pretty much her only one (that she wore to play tennis anyway) that showed a bit of cleavage. 

Cheryl grinned an evil grin at herself in the mirror. If she bent over just right Chris would be gawking at tits & ass all afternoon long! And that was just her intention!

"Tennis is going to be a little different tonight," said Cheryl out loud to the reflection in the mirror.

Both Chris and Cheryl loved to take in a few sets of Tennis to break up the otherwise tedious workweek. It was an excellent stress reliever for both of them. Each of them was somewhere between moderately good to good. Cheryl never really told Chris, but often she held back a bit when she was playing him. She could probably beat him eight out of ten times, but being a good wife, she did her best to maintain Chris's male ego. Sometimes they would make it fun by making little bets – usually ones that involved some kind of sexual favor in the bedroom. Ironically enough, Cheryl never seemed to Lose at these times... 

The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 02



Chapter Two – Meet Thomas

Thomas Johnson almost visibly jumped back when he saw Cheryl's picture sitting on one of his employees' desks. A quick check of the nameplate on the desk revealed that the desk belonged to Chris Cummings. Thomas made a quick mental note of that then took another minute to closely scrutinize the picture before him. 

She was wearing white tennis shoes, a tennis skirt, and a white-cropped top. Thomas began looking at her innocently beautiful face – perfect white toothy smile and striking straight blond hair pulled into a pony to keep it from getting in her eyes as she played. Her face exuded a friendly disposition; one of innocence and sweetness that seemed to grab Thomas's attention and demand that he keep looking! The next thing that captured his attention was that he could plainly see her beautiful, tanned legs flowing from the skirt which fell just above mid-thigh. The white top revealed a flat/hard stomach, fairly toned arms in which she held her racket, and unmistakably large and firm tits. This girl was not only fit, she was also quite beautiful.

Unlike many of his friends in college, Thomas never really had much of a thing for white women. Being a handsome and eligible young man, he never really found himself without a girlfriend – and they were always black girlfriends at that. However, the lady in the picture was a bit of an exception!

As Thomas tried hard not to gawk at the photo on his employees' desk, he quietly decided that he would do some investigating and find out what he could about this young man who was working for him.

Later that same day, as Thomas was finishing up some outstanding work in his office, he thought for a moment, made up his mind, and paged Shawna his secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson?"

"Shawna, could you pull Chris Cummings personnel folder and bring it to me?"

"Right away Mr. Johnson."

Later that afternoon, at the conclusion of the weekly departmental meeting, Thomas found himself walking out directly next to Chris. This was the first time Thomas really even noticed him, in spite of the fact that Chris had worked in his department for nearly a whole year.

To Chris, his boss always seemed fairly intimidating. He was a very large black man, standing very close to 6'4" tall. And Thomas ALWAYS wore a suit and tie to work. Even on casual Fridays, you would find Thomas dressed to the nines. He belonged to that old school of thought that you really needed to 'Dress for Success'. Since he was always wearing a suit & tie, complete with Jacket, it was really hard to tell many other distinguishing features about him. The suit made him look tall, skinny, professional, and handsome. Thomas tended to be all business, and not the most friendly sort. That's why Chris was really taken by surprise when, upon walking out of the meeting, his boss walked up to him and said:

"Hey Chris how are you doing."

"I'm doing fine sir, thanks. And yourself? "

"So Chris, do you have any hobbies, outside of work?"

"Well sir, one of my favorites is playing tennis. My wife and I love to play several sets each week."

"Oh yeah, where do you guys play?" asked Thomas, his ears perking up a little at the mention of the hot young lady he had been studying earlier in the day in Chris's picture.

"At Maple Leaf Park. They have some pretty decent courts that never seem to be too busy." Answered Chris

"Really? That's where I run nearly every night!" exclaimed Thomas.

"Well maybe we'll run into each other there some night."

"Maybe we will."



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 03



Chapter Three – The Tennis Date and an Unexpected Guest

Promptly at four o'clock Cheryl pulled her and Chris's white suburban into the park's parking lot and up to the tennis courts. There were six adjacent courts, and the couple never had a problem finding one available. Most of the time, they were on the courts alone, though occasionally other couples would join them on one of the other courts. Cheryl noticed that almost everyday they were there, even if there were others on the courts, she was ALWAYS the only female out there.

The tennis courts were somewhat secluded, nestled up into a large mass of trees. There was a jogging track that ran directly next to the courts that often had joggers or runners passing by.

As usual, Cheryl was the first to arrive. She took the opportunity to get all her equipment out and stretch out a bit prior to Chris's arrival. Not five minutes after she was out of the car, Chris drove up in his Ford Mustang.

"Hey baby!" he said, jogging up to his young wife and giving her a quick peck kiss.

"Hi tall, dark, & handsome," Cheryl responded, smiling at her husband.

The couple began warming up, then quickly started a fairly competitive friendly game. For Chris, part of the fun of playing tennis with Cheryl was getting to watch her graceful, fluid motions on the other side of the net. Frankly, not only did she look somewhat athletic, she looked damned HOT as well. 

As usual, she was wearing one of her little tennis outfits. Chris couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but she looked extra sexy tonight. The outfit she had on today would definitely have to be her most risqué of them all that she owned. The shorter skirt did an excellent job of accentuating her long legs, and the shirt was cut just a little bit low, revealing the tops of her 36C breasts.

Between plays, Chris looked up for a moment at his wife. "God, I love that outfit!" he exclaimed.

"What? My tennis clothes? What's so special about them? I wear them pretty much every time we play silly," laughed Cheryl, secretly smiling at her secret success in capturing her husbands' attention.

"I don't know what it is hun. You just look extra sexy today," answered Chris.

"Maybe it's because I'm so horny today," confided Cheryl, laughing at the immediate reaction it caused in Chris when he complete missed her next serve.

"Nice shot," laughed Cheryl.

"No fair cheating," laughed Chris.

"Looked like a fair shot to me," came a voice from outside the fence.

Both Chris and Cheryl looked outside the fence, taking in the tall black man standing there, smiling at them.

"Mr. Johnson!" Chris called. "We didn't see you there! How are you this afternoon?"

"Just great," answered Thomas. "Out for some exercise, and remembered that you said you guys often come here, so I thought I check and see. Looks like a great deal of fun. I haven't played tennis since college, but I was pretty fair at it then."

"I didn't know you played," replied Chris. As they were talking Thomas walked through the tall fence gate, and approached the Cummings couple, as the 3 of them met at the net. Thomas couldn't help but notice the exceptional blonde's body. Her nipples stood proudly out from her white top. Cheryl immediately felt embarrassed for her more daring attire. She wanted to cover her chest, but she knew that if she did it would be blatantly obvious that she knew her husband's boss was checking her out.

Chris didn't seem to notice the brief exchange.

Both Chris and Cheryl looked at Thomas as he talked. Chris had always thought his boss was simply tall and skinny since he was always wearing a suit and tie. However, standing before them in running shoes, shorts, and a T-shirt, Chris realized his perception was not quite correct. 

Even though he was on the thin side, Chris's boss had an amazing muscle mass! His boss was wearing a T-shirt that was cut off, and clearly showed an exceptionally hard set of abs. Also, the shorts he was wearing were fairly tight, and did what was tightly packed into them. Cheryl tried hard not to look too long, but could clearly notice a rather large packaged that seemed to be running down her husband's boss's leg!

"Cheryl I don't think you've ever met my boss Thomas," said Chris.

"Yeah, I think we met last year at the Christmas party," answered Cheryl.

"That's right, I remember you now. You were as lovely then as you are now!" said Thomas. "It's great to meet you again."

Cheryl blushed a bit at her husbands bosses bold compliments, but neither she nor Chris found them to be out of line. On the contrary, Cheryl felt very flattered by the handsome black gentleman's words.

"So you like to play tennis?" asked Chris. "We actually have an extra racket in the Suburban, and I believe we could take turns playing 2 on 1 against each other, if you don't mind us stumbling around you on the court?"

"That sounds like a lot of fun," answered Thomas, stealing another quick glance at Cheryl.

"OK, how about if you two play me first?" asked Chris, thinking it would be the prudent way to start out.

"Sure," said Thomas and Cheryl at the same time.

"How about if you take front and I'll take back?" Thomas asked Cheryl, thinking that it would probably afford him a very nice view of the young wife's great ass.

"OK." answered Cheryl, taking her position on the court in front of Thomas.

Chris got the serve first. As Cheryl crouched in front of Thomas, the site of her sweet ass and long legs directly in front of him made his cock start to come to life. 

"Control yourself there, big guy," thought Thomas to himself. Not really wanting to get a raging hardon in the middle of their game.

It was easy to see from the beginning that Chris would be no match for the paired talents of Thomas and Cheryl. They actually complimented each other on the court very well. However, it was getting more and more difficult for Thomas to concentrate on the game as he watched the tight ass in front of him.

The volleys continued with Chris not scoring at all. Chris decided he was going to try really hard on the current volley and was working hard at it. On one particular hit, Thomas had been staring at Cheryl ass when he sensed that the ball was heading his way, so he started to job forward. Unfortunately for Cheryl, she also began backpedaling to get to the ball. Before either of them realized what had happened, there was a fairly hard collision in the middle of the court.

Then the predictable occurred, when a 110 pound person collides with a 245 pound muscle bound person. Cheryl went down hard on the pavement. Ironically, the last thing Cheryl was thinking on the way down was, "Damn, his cock bumped directly into my back, and it felt HUGE!"

Then the pain arrived. Cheryl literally scraped across the asphalt. Unbeknownst to her, her skirt rode up, revealing her bare ass to Thomas for just one second. It was such a brief flash, that Thomas was not entirely sure that he had seen right. In addition, her top scraped, causing her right breast to spring completely free of her top, and the side of it to scrape painfully on the court floor.

"AAAHGH!" cried Cheryl from a crumpled heap on the ground. 

"Cheryl!!" shouted Chris, as he dropped his racket and sprinted to his downed wife. Helping her to situp on the pavement. 

"Oh my God, are you OK?" asked Thomas running up to the couple and crouching with them. Chris quickly lifted Cheryl's tennis shirt back over her right breast, but it soon became plane that it was bleeding right through the top. Blood was also nearly pouring out of her right knee and left thigh, just above her skirt hemline.

"Yeah, I'm fine," laughed Cheryl.

"No, she isn't. Chris, do you guys have a first aid kit in one of your cars?" asked Thomas, genuinely concerned.

"There's one in the back of the SUV," answered Chris.

"OK, get it Chris, I'll put her in the front seat," said Thomas, taking command of the situation. Before either of them could say anything, Thomas got up, and hoisted Cheryl up into his strong arms.

"Right!" said Chris, coming to his senses. Chris ran to the back off the SUV, pushing the keyless entry as he ran.

Thomas effortlessly carried Cheryl to the middle seat of the SUV where they would have more room to fix her up.

Chris ran up to them with a bag of cotton balls and a bottle of peroxide to clean the wounds.

"I'll go look for what kind of bandages we have," said Chris urgently.

In the meantime, Thomas had set Cheryl into the seat, and crouched down to examine her wounds. There was no helping it, from his vantage point, Thomas had a clear shot of Cheryl's newly shave vagina. It all happened in a moment. Cheryl looked up in Thomas's face, and saw he was looking directly up her skirt at her clean shaven pussy. At that instant, he looked up, directly into her eyes.

"I'm sorry Cheryl, I didn't mean to."

"It's not your fault Thomas, it just happened," she smiled up at him. "Thanks for caring enough to run me over here and try to take care of me."

"It looks very nice that way," Thomas said, looking back at her exposed pussy.

Cheryl had never felt so naked in her entire life. Seconds passed – and they seemed like hours to Cheryl as she lay slightly back in the seat, her legs slightly spread – exposing her shaven pussy to a complete stranger. All of the sudden, completely unexpected, the feelings of arousal from earlier in the morning returned. Cheryl could tell that her pussy was literally gushing with moisture as this large brute of a man started at her openly exposed sex. Normally she would have been absolutely mortified, however, today it made her nearly cum.

Her arousal was not completely lost on Thomas either. His keen sense of smell immediately picked up her aroused scent. His cock instantly grew completely erect. This would be bad if Chris noticed. His cock was hard enough to hide when it was flaccid. When completely hard, it tented his tight shorts painfully.

Chris arrived behind Thomas with some bandages. Thomas intentionally blocked Chris's view into the seat, so that he could have just a couple more seconds viewing of the bald pussy in front of him.

Thomas raised up a bit, and turned his head to talk to Chris. "I don't think those are enough. DO you have anymore bandages?"

As he turned, Cheryl took the opportunity to look at his crotch. "Oh my GOD!" said Cheryl out loud.

Both men said at the same time: "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, it just hurts a bit," lied Cheryl. She was actually responding to the huge tented outline she saw in Thomas's shorts. She immediately tore her eyes away when she made the exclamation, but the sight was burned in her memory forever. Feeling guilty, Cheryl pulled her skirt down, hiding her sopping wet pussy from view.

Thomas immediately set to work at cleaning her wounds with the cotton balls and peroxide as Chris went in search of more bandages. He had cleaned all the cuts but one.

"I'm not sure how we're going to get that one," said Thomas, motioning to the one on her right breast.

"Maybe I can pull this down just a bit..." said Cheryl as she began to inch her top down. Unfortunately, the fall had stretched out the elastic, and when she pulled down, her right breast popped right back out.

"Oops!" said Thomas and Cheryl at exactly the same time.

"Don't worry about it," said Thomas referring to Cheryl's unmistakably erect nipple. "I don't see a thing!" he laughed as he quickly cleaned the wound on the side of her breast. He was a complete gentleman and did not do any inappropriate touching. 

"All done," said Thomas, pulling the shirt back into place...just as Chris got back to the car with more bandages. Thomas held the first aid box over his front and walked to the back of the SUV to calm down as Chris bandaged up his wife's cuts. When he got back a few minutes later it had gone down enough to not look suspicious to Chris, but Cheryl kept stealing glances at it...and it was definitely still at least at half mast.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am Cheryl," Thomas kept saying.

"I'm fine. It was my fault too silly," Cheryl kept reassuring him. She actually found it very sweet that he felt so bad about it.

The tennis game was definitely over for the day though. Thomas bid the Cummings farewell, as his wife would be expecting him home.

Chris drove Cheryl home and they laughed about the whole thing on the way. However, the next day Cheryl was going to be very sore.

"Did you notice anything unusual about my boss honey?" asked Chris on the way home.

"Like what honey? He seemed to be a very nice guy," responded Cheryl.

"I think he's hung like a horse," said Chris.

"And what in the heck were you doing looking at that?!?!" teased Cheryl.

"It was pretty hard to miss. I think you prancing around in this little tennis outfit got his blood boiling a bit," laughed Chris.

"Yeah? Or maybe it was this?" said Cheryl as they were pulling into the garage of their home. With that, she spread her legs apart and lifted her skirt, showing her husband the same beautifully bald pussy that Thomas had been openly staring at earlier.

Chris's voice went horse. "Do you think he saw it?"

"I think he would have had a hard time missing it."

They didn't even make it into the house. The two newlyweds came together into a passionate kiss. Cheryl's hand dropped straight to her husband's immediately hardening 5" cock. She HAD to have it NOW. She began working at his belt. Chris slid his hand easily to her wet pussy, causing her to totally stop moving. Cheryl needed to cum badly.

Chris worked a couple of fingers into Cheryl's tight pussy. 

"Boy honey, you are soaked!" exclaimed Chris. 

Chris couldn't help but wonder if Cheryl was thinking of Thomas's big cock. He really couldn't blame her if she was.

Chris crouched down beside his undulating wife. He knew when she was in this state that she was entirely at his mercy.

"So did you notice it?" Chris asked her.

"Notice what?" moaned Cheryl, frustrated that he had stopped concentrating on her pussy. She looked down and it looked so completely naked and naughty against the car seat. "Please baby, don't stop – don't torture me!!"

Chris only partially complied with his wife's wishes. He gently returned his hand to her dripping pussy and started to gently stroke her. At this point, Cheryl needed more than gentle stroking. She wanted to cum.

"Now don't play coy with me baby. Did you notice his monster cock?"

"How could you miss it? It looked like he had jammed the Eiffel Tower into his shorts," moaned Cheryl.

"Was seeing his big cock what has made you so hot baby?" asked Chris.

"IF it WERE would you be mad at me?" asked Cheryl.

"No way could I ever be mad at you. Who could blame you?"

"Well, seeing that I had aroused him did more to turn me on. Knowing that I had made that huge cock stand on end when he saw my naked, bald, white pussy...." Moaned Cheryl. As she resumed talking, Chris gradually increased the pressure of his stroking on her naked sex.

"Did he see a lot?" asked Chris, feeling his own hardon begin to ache with the pressure of needing to cum badly himself.

"He definitely saw it all." Answered Cheryl, leaving out that she blatantly sat with her legs open and her skirt pulled up a bit, showing off her newly shaven pussy to the powerful black man.

"And did that make you hot?" asked Chris. I noticed that you completely shaved your little pussy. It looks so sexy – it's like you're even more naked!"

"YES!!" answered Cheryl both to the question and to the renewed stroking Chris was doing to her enflamed pussy. Cheryl always loved being finger fucked. She ALMOST liked it better than being fucked by her husband. His fingers were actually just a little bit longer than his penis and when he put two or three fingers up inside her....like he was doing now....

"I'm going to CUMMMM....Oh yeah!!" This was the biggest cum Cheryl had ever had. As Chris was strumming across her clit with two fingers, she suddenly squirted cum!! A huge burst of cum shot from her pussy all over Chris's arm. The car seat was instantly covered with her cum.

Seeing this was the single most erotic site Chris had ever seen. He instantly ejaculated in his shorts, without being touched, for the first time since he was a teenager.  
That night, Cheryl felt terribly guilty and a bit ashamed over what had happened. She told Chris that she felt very awkward, and more than a bit slutty for what had happened.

Chris did his best to reassure her. If anything, it was one of the most erotic and HOT things that had ever happened in their young sexual life together. He had no regrets, and in fact, wanted something similar to happen as soon as possible.

Chris was smart enough to know that he should simply wait awhile though. When his wife was feeling guilty about something was NOT the time to be telling her how much he loved it. She would come around eventually. Even though Cheryl was reluctant to admit it, Chris had figured out some time ago that she was a very sexual creature. What's more, she NEEDED good, hard sex as often as possible.

Chris was so turned on by Thomas seeing his wife's newly shaven bald pussy and the hot foreplay afterwards, that he sat that night in the bathtub thinking about it. He got really excited and started stroking his cock as he recounted the nights events. He thought about how sexy Cheryl had looked as he fingered her, and how much he liked her newly shaven pussy.

"Hmmm" he thought as he glanced over at the razor next to the tub. "I wonder what she would think if I shaved mine" Chris thought as he began lathering his dark brown pubic hair. It was a major turnon to him as he saw more and more skin showing – and less and less hair. He completely shaved it all off – above his cock, around his balls, and even the hair on his balls. When he was done, he simply had to stroke his cock until he came in the tub.

"Oh my," said Chris to himself. "I haven't done that in a while!"

Chris climbed out of the tub, pulled the stopper to release the water, and started to dry himself off. The cool air of the room, coupled with just having cum served to completely dissolve his earlier hardon. As his cock returned to a completely flaccid state, he smiled as he looked down at his work. 

"My God, I look like a grade school kid!" he thought. He immediately did NOT like the way it looked and decided to grow it back immediately! What Chris didn't remember, from his adolescent years was that puberty had come late and slow for him. While the other kids in his class were sporting larger cocks covered in hair, Chris's had still to grow, and remained completely bald halfway through high school. Whatever controlled pubic hair growth was extremely slow in Chris. As he would regrettably find out, it would be a few weeks before it even STARTED to grow back.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 04



Chapter Four – Party at Thomas's House – Meet Belinda

The next meeting between the couple and Thomas did not occur until the next week. Thomas and his wife Belinda were hosting a departmental party at their house. This would be the first time Cheryl had seen Thomas since the day he had seen her newly shaven pussy.

The event was a great deal of fun for all. Plenty of beverages, left the entire party having a grand old time. Chris started drinking hard – very early on in the party – as did many of the other guests. Before it was even twilight, ¾ of the partygoers were completely smashed. And Chris was pretty much leading the charge.

Cheryl had also drank enough that she was feeling no pain. She was getting to know Belinda, Thomas's wife on this night. As the men sat outside talking work, and getting entirely smashed, Belinda and Cheryl were sitting in the kitchen becoming acquainted. It turned out that they had much more in common than either had imagined. They had gone to the same high school and had many of the same mutual friends.

At some point, they heard the men outside shouting that they were starting up a game of touch football. The women decided that maybe they would go out & watch their gallant knights do battle.

Chris was already way too far gone to even consider playing. He was still drinking heavily, but was not getting around so well. Cheryl walked up and whispered in his ear, "Don't you think you should slow down a bit honey?" 

"Nonsense dear! I'm just getting started," replied a completely inebriated Chris.

"Great." responded Cheryl, knowing that he would likely be passed out within the hour.

Cheryl and Belinda headed outside to watch some of the guys, including Thomas square off & play some touch football. Neither were hugely interested in the game, but they setup a couple of lawn chairs on the sideline and continued chatting as the boys played. Cheryl half wondered what Chris was up to inside, but intuitively she knew he was still drinking heavily and she would end up having to drag his drunken butt home that night.

Upon arriving outside, it appeared that Thomas was not in much better shape. He had been slamming shots just before coming out, on top of drinking most of the afternoon leading up to the party. So, he was feeling no pain either, and appeared to be having trouble just walking around. Cheryl couldn't wait to see how he did at playing football!

She didn't have long to find out. The teams had already been picked by the time the girls got to their sideline lawn chairs. Just as they were sitting down, the two teams faced each other, squaring off. Thomas's team had the ball, and he was lined up on the sideline right next to the girls as a wide receiver, going out for a pass. Once again, Cheryl had an opportunity to see the hard body of Thomas. In spite of herself, she couldn't help glancing down at his crotch. 

"Doesn't look half bad, does he?" asked Belinda as she noticed Cheryl looking.

"HUH? Oh, I hadn't noticed...," stammered Cheryl in immediate embarassment.

"Uh huh. I caught you! You are totally busted, so you better just come clean young lady!" scolded Belinda, unable to surpress the grin as she chastised her new friend.

"Well, he does look pretty darned athletic out there," confessed Cheryl.

"You don't know the half of it sweet thing!" gloated Belinda, as both girls erupted into laughter, the first play began. Thomas went running down the sideline in hopes of catching a pass. Unfortunately, in his intoxicated state, he failed to see Wally Cleaver running up to try to make a defensive play on the ball. The outcome could easily be predicted had there been anyone on the field that wasn't half crocked. Thomas and Wally collided with a solid thud!

Unfortunately for Wally, Thomas was a good 6 inches taller, 40 pounds heavier, and solid muscle. Wally was a fairly soft, middle aged guy who hadn't done anything remotely athletic in years. Wally fell HARD on his back, tripping Thomas on the way down. Though Tomas would sustain some fairly deep scratches that began bleeding profusely upon landing, Wally was out – cold.

"Oh my God," shouted Wally's wife, running to the aid of her husband.

"Is he OK?" asked Belinda as she ran over to check on Thomas real quickly.

"Ugh," said Thomas as he laid his head back on the grass, feeling a bit light headed from the booze, running hard down the sideline, and the fall all at the same time. He was quickly coming close to passing out, right on the field.

A group of wives gathered around poor Wally. One produced a small glass of water, and a handkerchief. As cool water was gently applied to Wally's head, he slowly began to come to.

"Where the hell am I?" moaned Wally. He was completely disoriented, very sore, and needed to be helped to a lawn chair on the sideline. Though he sustained a horrible hit, and looked like he might very likely be DEAD, it turned out that he was only bruised and mildly battered.

"The big heroes," laughed Belinda as she went back to seeing if her husband was OK. Unfortunately, while tending to the battered Wally, the ladies didn't notice that Thomas had passed out cold on the lawn.

"Damn it," cursed Belinda. As she realized she was going to have to lug to big carcass up to their room.

"Let's just get some cool water and apply it to him," suggested Cheryl.

"Yeah, right. Honey, you don't know my husband very well. When he drinks to this point – a team of wild elephants stampeding by wouldn't wake him! He's out for the night," replied the frustrated Belinda.

"Oh no! I'm guessing my big stud's not any better off about now. Anything I can do?" asked Cheryl.

"Well, maybe you could help me carry him up to bed and get these cuts cleaned up. It looks like a couple are still bleeding pretty good," said Belinda – some of her humor giving way to a bit of concern for her husband.

"His father actually died from a deep bruise that never healed...that then seemed to turn into some sort of rare cancer. Every time he gets a cut or bruise, I begin to worry," said Belinda.

"Well, I'm guessing he'll pull through. But sure, let me help you get him up there. I may need you to return the favor in getting my man in the car tonight," laughed Cheryl.

Cheryl got on one side, and Belinda got on the other and worked VERY hard at lifting the large black man.

"Honey," Belinda shouted to her husband. "You're going to have to help us...and walk with us up the stairs."

Thomas was still way to passed out to know what was going on...but still, his body responded in spite of him still being pretty much out cold.

This enabled each woman to get on either side of Thomas and begin walking him into the house. Thomas had a long arm around each lady. As they placed his arms around them, his large right hand came to rest directly on Cheryl's large breast. This little tidbit didn't get past the smiling Belinda.

"If he were awake, I'd slap him about now," laughed Belinda.

"We better hurry...I don't think I can hold this big lug up for long," grunted Cheryl, as she felt her nipple immediately harden under Thomas's large black hand. All she knew was that she hoped that Belinda wouldn't notice her pretty much immediate feelings of arousal that came from the unusually intimate contact. As they continued walking into the house, Cheryl wasn't sure if she'd have the strength to help carry her husbands boss up the stairs. She was already breathing heavy and had broken a bit of a sweat. Not to mention the continued distraction of having her breast gently massaged as they walked along.

"We need to hurry!" Puff puff – Grunt, "Don't know how long I can do this," wailed Cheryl as they began climbing the stairs.

The struggle continued up the stairs, into the large master bedroom. As the women got the muscular black man into his bedroom, they went to lay him on the bed. Belinda got tangled up with him, and pulled to the bed underneath her husband's arm. She lay tangled up there, laughing, sweating, exhausted. This gave Cheryl another free opportunity to check out Thomas's crotch.

"My God, that thing must be enormous," thought Cheryl to herself, as she forced herself to tear her eyes away and help her friend untangle herself.

"This big fool," laughed Belinda. "Here, I need to get his bleeding taken care of, and I'm going to need your help with the lug." Panted Belinda as she quickly unsnapped Thomas's shorts, and pulled down the zipper. Again, Cheryl was stuck in her tracks...staring down.

Belinda moved up to the side of the bed. "When I lift him up, jerk those things down so I can get these wounds dressed....HEY! You there?!?!" laughed Belinda as she noticed Cheryl was again staring at her husband's package.

"I know what's going on!" she laughed. "You know, before I met Thomas, I dated like 3 different white guys during my high school and college days. I can tell you honestly – all three put together didn't come close to my big stud," confessed Belinda.

"Well, from what I can make out, I doubt that I can argue with you," replied Cheryl.

"OK, help me get these down, so I can bandage the man and prevent his studly butt from getting infected," laughed Belinda...as she grunted lifting Thomas's ass off the bed.

As she did so, Cheryl grabbed the legs of his shorts and tried to pull them down. Unexpectedly, the shorts were quite tight and didn't budge.

"Come on Cheryl PULL...I can't hold him up forever," grunted Belinda.

"AAAARGH," grunted Cheryl redoubling her efforts. Still nothing. This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. They can't be THAT tight. For the third time, Cheryl pulled. This time, she exerted ALL her strength, and felt them budge. The minor success fueled her efforts. "RRRRRRR," she pulled with all her might. Suddenly, and to the complete surprise and chagrin of Cheryl, the shorts freed and slid down Thomas's thighs. What she didn't expect was, due to the tightness of the shorts, his briefs went down right along with them, completely exposing all that the good Lord gave Thomas to her curious gaze. And the good Lord had been quite kind to Thomas, she immediately thought! His cock lay flacid, pointing up toward his chest. Cheryl didn't know for sure, but she was certain that his soft cock was easily twice the size of her husbands erect cock. At LEAST that much.

"Oh my God Belinda, I am so sorry," gasped Cheryl, almost in tears. "I didn't mean...,"

"UH huh, SURE you didn't," scolded Belinda. "You've been eye ballin my man's package all night long!"

"Belinda, I swear to you, it was a total acc-,"

"HAHAHAHAHA," Belinda erupted into gay laughter. She laughed so hard that her sides began to hurt, and she feared that she would pee her pants. "Honey, I'm just messin with ya. I know it was an accident! I'm not mad at ya."

"Oh thank God. For a minute I thought you were serious," Cheryl breahted a sigh of relief and began laughing along with Belinda. Although she was laughing, her eyes never left the HUGE cock directly in front of her.

Again, this did not go un-noticed by her friend. 

"It is amazing isn't it? I certainly never had anything that compared to it before I met Thomas," confided Belinda to her friend.

"Ummm...yes. You must be a very lucky and well satisfied woman," answered Cheryl. Even though she hated herself for doing it, she could not help but compare it with her husbands. But then, there really was no compare.

As Cheryl stood gazing at it, Belinda had an evil thought. "Want to see something totally wild?"

Cheryl thought...she wasn't sure. She already was starting to feel guilty standing here, staring at her friend's husband – her husband's boss's huge cock. But, at the same time – she simply could NOT tear her eyes away.

"What?"

"I can totally control it. Watch this," with that, Belinda crouched down so that her face was right by the monster. For a second, Cheryl thought she was going to go down on her husband. What's more, Cheryl had no idea what she'd do if this happened. The thought horrified her, but at the same time, she knew that if this happened, there would be no way she could turn away. She simply did not have that level of control.

However, prior to getting much more that 6 inches from his cock with her face, Belinda stopped. Next, she pursed her lips, and blew a steady stream of air onto the giant member. As Cheryl stared in fascination, the cock totally JUMPED.

"That is hilarious," laughed Cheryl, to her friend.

"I discovered that one night, and got a total bang out of it. Never thought I'd be able to share it with anyone!!"

"Now THAT is excercising control," laughed Cheryl.

Belinda looked up at her friend...who had been looking like a kid in a candy store pretty much all night long. She suddenly got another idea. "Want to make it jump?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm guessing that might be crossing the line a bit, don't you think?" hesitated Cheryl.

"Maybe, but I won't tell I you don't! Come on, when will you ever get another chance?" pleaded Belinda. She was getting a tad turned on herself with the way this gorgeous blonde white friend of hers was continually drooling over her husband. She was flattered, and wanted to revel in it a bit.

"Well, as long as you SWEAR to never tell," conceded Cheryl.

"Scouts honor," giggled Belinda, holding up the girl scout salute.

Belinda scooted over on the bed to make room for Cheryl, who laid down next to her at Thomas's crotch. His male smell immediately overtook her, making her pussy absolutely drool. She lay there, staring, breathing it in, and feeling turned on to the point where she feared she might lose control.

Sensing her fear, Belinda whispered in her ear, sensually, "Just blow on that big black cock" As Cheryl felt her friends breath on her ear, she knew there was no way she could resist. She was on the verge of an orgasm from this erotic moment.

Cheryl bent a little closer to it, and started to lightly blow on it. For he second time that night, something unexpected happened. Not only did the cock jump up, but it jumped about twice as high as before, lightly tapping against Cheryl's lips as she blew.

"Oh my," said Cheryl. Belinda again was giggling.

Cheryl was amazed as she watched his cock getting harder – and bigger – and thicker – and longer. "My God," she whispered.

At that exact moment, Thomas was completely out cold. He was out, but in his mind, he knew that his wife was teasing him again – blowing on his cock, like she loved to do. Tonight he was horny though, and didn't want to wait for the teasing.

In his sleep, he suddenly grabbed both sides of Cheryl's head between his huge hands. At the same time, he lifted up his hips, shoving his semi erect cock toward her mouth.

"Wha...," Cheryl started to ask in surprise, just before the huge head was forced between her lips.

"AHHH," cried Cheryl as she tried to separate herself from the quickly hardening cock.

Again, Belinda was splitting her side laughing. The blonde laying next to her, with her husband's huge cock stuffed into her horrified face was almost more than she could bear!

Suddenly, both women heard Chris's voice calling out from downstairs. "CHERYLLLLL...," He called.

Cheryl found the strength to jerk away from the delusional sleeping man, and pulled her mouth from his member – with a slight popping noise. As she jumped up from the bed, her completely erect nipples immediately came into Belinda's view. As the wife looked down, she kinda smirked & said "You better freshen up – I'll go see what Chris needs," said Belinda as she looked at the large wet spot that was obviously showing through Cheryl's shorts.

Cheryl immediately felt humiliated. She knew that tonight it was HER that had cum without even being touched. 



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 05



Chapter Five – Belinda Takes Charge

"False Alarm," called Belinda to Cheryl as she came down the steps into the living room where Chris lay on the couch – still completely passed out. "He must have been calling out in his sleep."

"Well, it's probably just as well! Things got a bit crazy up there," answered Cheryl, still feeling completely guilty. She found herself unable to meet Belinda's gaze.

"Hey, don't worry about what happened honey. We didn't know he was going to grab you like that – it was just an accident," consoled Belinda as she smiled at her pretty new blonde friend.

"Yeah, but I probably shouldn't have put myself into that position. Please don't tell either of the guys...OK?" begged Cheryl.

"Oh now that is something you can just put out of your little head," laughed Belinda. "I'm not exactly sure how I would go about bringing that up...ummm, honey last night when Cheryl and I were checking out your package, we started goofing around – watching it jump by blowing it, you know-that thing that drives you crazy-and you grabbed her head and stuffed your big black dick in her mouth and almost choked her to death!"

Immediately both women erupted into extreme laughter. This was all it took to put Cheryl back at ease. Her new friend was going to become a very close one – she could already tell. They just seemed to connect.

As Belinda looked at her friend, suddenly she wanted to completely erase any guilt she might have. She thought a moment for more ways to make her feel better.

"Say...," said Belinda, as that evil look came back to her eyes.

"Oh no, last time you got that look, I wound up in trouble," laughed Cheryl.

"True. True," Giggled Belinda.

"However, it seems to me – what's good for one should be good for another – right?" asked Belinda.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," answered Cheryl instantly warming to her friends enthusiasm again. Belinda made her feel like she was in Junior High all over again. She was always up to something – and it was always something interesting, a bit dangerous, and quite exciting.

"What's fair for one should be fair for another," answered Belinda.

"OK Riddler! Fill me in already," said Cheryl and they both got a hearty laugh again.

"Well, you got to see my man's package – so, shouldn't I get the same?" asked Belinda.

"Ummm...," Chris was thinking, a bit hestitant to get back in over her head again.

"Let's just see if the blow test works on him too," said Belinda in an eager/exciting voice that was completely contageous.

"Well, OK....but we have to keep things under control," said Cheryl.

"Of COOOOURSE," answered Belinda in a sarcastic tone that got both girls laughing again. This night had turned out to be so much fun. Cheryl couldn't remember the last time she had had this much fun with one of her friends.

The girls approached the sleeping Chris on the couch. His mouth was wide open, and there was a spittle of drool starting to form.

"Lovely," said Cheryl. "You sure you wanna do this?" she asked – and the giggling started again from both of them.

"Hell yeah," answered Belinda. "What girl wouldn't like to check out another cock?"

"Well – don't expect it to be like Thomas's," said Cheryl.

"Honey, I done told you I dated white guys before Thomas. I'm pretty sure he's a ONE of a kind. Still, a little somethin' somethin' different is always interesting, right?" asked Belinda, as she rather quickly unhooked Chris's belt, unsnapped his shorts, and eased down his zipper.

Belinda did not have the same difficulty that Cheryl had in pulling down Chris's shorts. She also needed no assistance from the young blonde who simply stood right next to her on the couch. Belinda, it appeared was actually quite a strong girl. She easily lifted Chris's ass up a bit from the couch and simultaneously slid down his shorts. Again, both girls giggled, uncontrollably. Where Thomas had been wearing sexy, black bikini briefs (though they only saw them later), Chris was wearing Boxers with a cartoon character on them.

"Control yourself now Belinda," laughed Cheryl. Again, the girls almost had to leave the room they were laughing so hard.

"Bdeet, bdeet, bdeet, that's all folks," said Belinda as she grabbed the briefs and pulled them – not just down – but completely off of Cheryl's sleeping husband. This took Cheryl just a little bit by surprise. She suddenly realized that they didn't agree before this started exactly how FAR it could & couldn't go. Now, both women took in the site before them.

"Would you look at that cute little Pee Pee," squeeled Belinda in obvious delight, as they both stared down at Chris's freshly shaven – completely bald – and totally flacid penis.

Cheryl actually felt a little ashamed as they looked down at it. In the soft state, in the cool air conditioning, it was maybe between 1 and 2 inches, totally curled up, and bald as could be. He truly looked like a grade school boy.

"Shhhh...his pee pee is sleeping," giggled Belinda. Again, they began to laugh hard, and Cheryl felt herself relax a bit again. It truly was funny, particularly the way Belinda exagurated her speech.

Suddenly, Belinda knelt down at her husband's crouch. She pursed her lips to blow, and for the first time, Cheryl realized what full – and fairly large lips Belinda really had. As Cheryl began to blow, Chris's cock actually DID do a little jump.

"Hey, it works on little white boys too," whispered Belinda with great glee in her voice. The odd thing was, Belinda had started staring at her husband's little dick with what Cheryl could only think was lust. This surprised her a bit. Especially considering what she had laying upstairs.

"Ya know – I don't know why – but knowing I have complete control over a dick totally turns me on," said Belinda – more to Chris's cock than to Cheryl.

Without warning, Belinda's tongue shot out of her mouth, and made contact with Chris's little dick. Her tongue was actually quite long, and seemed to dwarf Chris's little boy dick all the more. Suddenly, the scene had shifted from funny – to HOT in a matter of seconds.

Cheryl felt herself go instantly moist again, and her nipples simply ached. She was NOT expecting what happended next at all. Belinda suddenly engulfed her husband's cock. It utterly disappeared inside Belinda's formidable lips. Next, she also sucked his entire scrotum into her eager mouth.

Cheryl's own mouth dropped open in utter surprise as her husband's entire manhood disappeared into her friend's mouth. It was one of the most erotic sites she had ever seen, and without being aware of it, one of her hands had absently been squeezing her left breast. As she watched the events in front of her, she couldn't help it anymore. Her right hand came up to squeeze her pussy though her shorts.

This motion wasn't lost on Belinda. She suddenly realized that her actions not only were effecting Chris, but she also had taken CONTROL of the innocent young blonde. This caused a surge of adrenaline to run through Belinda.

She turned...almost violently toward Cheryl. Before Cheryl could react, her new black friend grabbed the snap on her shorts and tore it open. As quickly, she tore down the zipper. Again, Chris's mouth started to utter an objection, but she was too slow – and far too late.

"GET THEM OFF," commanded Belinda – in a voice that Cheryl wouldn't even THINK of arguing with. Besides, Belinda wasn't waiting for Cheryl to do it anyway, she had grabbed both sides of her shorts and ripped them down herself. Cheryl's pink little panties were next torn down. They both lay in a heap at her feat, as she stood naked from the waist down in front of her friend.

Cheryl turned back to Chris's cock, which had gone from completely flacid to completely hard under her large and expert lips. 

As Belinda looked directly into Cheryl's eyes, she took her friend's hard little cock in her hand. Well, more like between her thumb and index finger, as this completely covered his little dick.

"IT turns you on watching me place with your husband's little boy cock, doesn't it?!?!" demanded Belinda.

"Ummmm....yes, it does." 

"WHY?"

"I don't know – I guess just seeing someone else touching him – someone who has complete control over both me and him...."

"That's what I THOUGHT," laughed Belinda. "That's what's got me about ready to cum in my panties too," said Belinda as she looked down at her blonde friend's bald little pussy.

"Hmmm...you both like to look like little ones, don't you?!" asked Belinda as she began to masturbate Chris a little faster. Cheryl knew from experience that Chris wouldn't last long with that kind of friction.

"Play with your little pussy – NOW," hissed Belinda.

"MMMMM," was all Cheryl got out. She didn't need to be told twice. She shoved two finger from her left hand in, and began turning super fast circles on her clit with her right hand. "OOOOHHHH."

"You like seeing my black fingers on his little boy white dick, don't you?" asked Belinda.

Cheryl could no longer speak. She had started into the biggest orgasm of her life. Again, cum shot from her pussy, getting all over Thomas and Belinda's rug. Cheryl's legs buckled, and she fell to her knees in the mess – all the while not taking her eyes from Belinda's fingers.

Within seconds, two little drops of cum shot out of Chris's cock.

Belinda was still staring in unbelief down at Cheryl and almost didn't even notice.

"Oh my God girl, I have NEVER seen a sister cum like that before! You have GOT to teach me how to do that," she said in a way that suddenly had both women laughing again.

However, after cumming, Cheryl suddenly felt those familiar guilt feelings coming back.

"We better get this stuff cleaned up and get him dressed Belinda. I really don't want either of the boys knowing about this crazy stuff we've done tonight."

"I hear ya honey. It amazes me though – you came about 100 times as much as your man's little Pee pee," laughed Belinda. "I had forgotten several things about white boys. Thanks for letting me play. I promise, I'll keep it all a secret."

And just like that, they cleaned up and pretended none of it had occurred. The two ladies easily carried Chris to the car, and Belinda wished them good night – well, she wished Cheryl good night. Chris was FAST asleep still – laying in the back seat.

"I know," said Cheryl as she winked at her new friend. 

"What's that hun?" asked Belinda.

"Maybe you should go try out the blow test again."

"Hmmmm...maybe I will! Maybe you oughta try it too when you get home!"

"Nah – he's already cum for the day. I'm afraid he's done until tomorrow at best."

"White boys," winked Belinda.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Cheryl backed into the road and put the car into drive. As she drove down the road, she caught sight of Chris sleeping soundly, with a smile on his face, in the back seat. She still loved the man with all her heart. "White boys," she giggled, and turned the radio on. 



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 06



Chapter Five – City-Wide Power Outage strands our heroes

When the coupled arrived home, Cheryl was able to roust Chris enough to get him into the front door. They made it as far as the sofa, with Cheryl helping Chris along, before he fell hard onto the couch and into a cold hard slumber again.

"Rats," murmured Cheryl to herself. This confirmed her suspicious that she would be spending the night alone. "This is NOT the best night to leave me hanging, MR!" laughed Cheryl out loud. "Guess me and my little friend have a date for tonight!"

That's what the young blonde wife thought anyway. However, she had forgotten that she had also had a couple of drinks at the party. That coupled with carrying a couple heavy, drunken lugs around had completely zapped her strength and worn her out. In fact, she was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

It wasn't an overly restful sleep, however. Her dreams kept returning her to the same couple of scenes. In the first one, her and Belinda were standing at the foot of Belinda's couch, looking at her husband penis. "Isn't it cute," Belinda would say, then in the next second, she would be watching her husband's cock and balls completely disappear into her friend's mouth.

"MMMM...," Cheryl moaned in her sleep.

Then they were back upstairs. Cheryl was looking face to face with the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life. "Try lightly blowing on it," her dream friend encouraged her.

She did, and the cock sprung to life, touching her lips. Only in her dream, the cock seemed to come to life. It moved of it's own accord, rubbing itself against her lips. When she didn't move, the cock gently stroked itself against her cheek, as if caressing her. It rubbed itself under her chin....as if it were a delicate caress of a lovers hand.

Then it was laying there again....just pointing up to Thomas's naval.

"MMMM...," Moaned Cheryl again, only this time she woke herself up. Much to her surprise, she had somehow worked her panties down her thighs in her sleep, had her legs spread wide, and was stuffing three fingers into her pussy.

"MMMMM," moaned Cheryl again. She was too aroused to stop – she NEEDED release, and now.

"Ung, ung ung," noises mewled out of her mouth as she continued the three finger assault, but also added her other hand – turning rapid circles around her clit.

In spite of the fact that she had gone to bed exhausted, within 30 seconds, Cheryl was trembling on the bed in an intense orgasm.

"AAAAHHHH!" exclaimed Cheryl as her shaking orgasm finally subsided. She was grateful that for the first time in the last couple of orgasms she did not actually shoot cum when she went. She was simply too tired to deal with such a mess.

Pulling her panties back up, she fell back into an immediate deep sleep. However, the dreams simply came back as soon as she was asleep.

The next day was Saturday, and Chris awakened Cheryl around 10:30 am. "Hey baby, you still asleep?" asked Chris as he jumped on top of her in the bed. It was very unusual for Cheryl to sleep much past 7:00 am, much less 10.

"Huh? What? What time is it?" asked a totally disoriented Cheryl, as she tried opening her eyes.

"It's time to get up! You lazy bum," laughed Chris. "Since when are you the late riser?!?"

"Oh, I don't even want to hear it Mr.! I'm only this tired from carrying your drunken butt all around town last night!!"

They both got a good laugh from this.

"Man baby. Did we get it on last night? I woke up feeling all wet & sticky and totally satisfied this morning" smiled Chris.

"Oh yeah, big fella. You were a total tiger last night. It was awesome," lied Cheryl to her husband. "I can't believe you don't remember it." 

Her and Belinda had decided on this story last night just before she left their house. 

"No sense making the boy feel bad with what had actually gone down." said Belinda to her friend.

"Right," replied Cheryl, not missing the whole 'boy' comment. She was pretty sure that Chris would have been mortified with the truth. Now that it was over with, the next day, and she was feeling completely rational, she pretty much regretted the entire night. Chris was her husband, and she felt a little humiliated on his behalf.

"I gotta meet Thomas at the office for a few minutes today. Why don't you meet me there, and we can go out for lunch after that and spend the rest of the day together?"

"Sure baby. Sounds like fun. I'll get around & meet you there."

With that, Chris took off, leaving Cheryl to get around for the day. As she was getting ready, her thoughts turned to Belinda. Almost at the exact same instant, her phone rang.

"Hello?" said the young blonde.

"Hey crazy girl!" laughed Belinda on the other end.

"Oh my God Belinda! Tell me last night was just a dream!"

"A sweet, naughty dream. That's all it was girl," laughed Belinda.

"Thomas was out for the count last night. I wound up having some serious problems of my own that I had to take care of all by myself before I could get any sleep." Confessed Belinda.

"Yeah, I might have done that too, but I fell fast asleep from exhaustion," said Cheryl, leaving out the post-sleep activities. Some things were still sacred, after all.

"I have to admit, I was a bit mad at Thomas this morning. Leaving me hangin like that, at such a difficult time. It's been almost a week since I've gotten any, so I decided I'd set the stage early today. I put on my sexiest lingerie – complete with black stockings, etc. and paraded around in front of him all morning. I was strokin' him, teasing him, then when he'd try to get down to any serious business, I would run from him. I got him so keyed up, I bet he almost came in his pants." Said Belinda.

"Man, you are such a naughty wife," laughed Cheryl.

"Yeah, well just wait 'til he gets home tonight. I'm going to rape the man if he doesn't get me first!" laughed Belinda.

"I may do the same with Chris," laughed Cheryl.

"OK baby. I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad about anything last night. I didn't mean to put down Chris or anything. He actually looked really hot on the couch...that's what got me – kinda of over the edge. It's been awhile since I've been able to devour someone so completely like that."

"Oh not at all. I was scared you'd be mad about what happened upstairs. And after what happened there, believe me, I know exactly what you mean about the whole devouring thing. I was pretty close to being choked to death!"

Belinda laughed. "Yeah, but what a way to go! Hey, things just went a little overboard. Nobody got hurt, and fortunately for us, the guys are none the wiser. Let's just be sure to keep it that way – deal?"

"DEAL. Ok, I gotta run. I'm supposed to meet Chris for lunch, and I still gotta do my hair."

"OK. Go rock his world hun. Bye."

"Bye."

The building that Thomas and Chris worked in was actually a high-rise skyscraper with 48 floors. They worked on the 28th floor, so it was a pretty good elevator ride up.

When Cheryl arrived at the building, Thomas and Chris were in the lobby chatting about work. It seemed there was a big deal going on with a client, and someone was going to have to take a quick trip to Europe on pretty short notice. Thomas was saying that he would likely make this trip, since Chris had done the last one.

"Hey baby!" said Chris as the beautiful blonde approached "I gotta run back up & grab a few things. Want to ride up with me real quick?"

"Sure," answered Cheryl.

"Yeah, and I gotta get back to work for a bit, so I'll go up with you guys as well," said Thomas.

As the elevator door closed, Cheryl said to Thomas, "Hey, it's Saturday. You better not leave Belinda home all alone all day today – you might be in trouble."

"Yeah, more trouble than I'm already in for the party last night," frowned Thomas.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll forgive ya," laughed Chris "you just gotta find some way of charming your way back into her good graces."

"I sure hope so," said Thomas. (IF she doesn't, I'm definitely going to be jacking off tonight thought Thomas to himself – remembering how supercharged horny he was from Belinda teasing him all morning. 

It had been forever since he last came, and with his sex drive, this became nearly painful for him. When he was in college, before getting married, he used to have to make himself cum 3 times per day or his balls would simply ache. Now that he was married and a little older, this had calmed a bit so that he only needed it at least once a day – though he could still go as many as Belinda could keep up with. 

It had been days & days since his last cum, and every time he turned around his cock was hard as steel, aching for relief. Now here he was, on a crowded elevator, with his employee & his HOT little blonde wife, and Thomas could feel those old familiar stirrings. He gazed over at Cheryl and was again impressed by her firm body. He was standing behind her and had an excellent view of her perfect ass which was nicely accented in the tight slacks she was wearing. When she turned to talk, he could see her magnificently large tits. He marveled at how such a small and athletic looking girl could have such huge tits. She was truly a Barbie Doll with stripper-like tits. Thomas had a hard time looking into her eyes as she talked to him, feeling his gaze almost magnetically drawn to those tits.

Thomas's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the elevator jerking to a stop between the 19th and 20th floors and simultaneously turning completely dark as the lights went out. 

As the elevator jerked to a stop, Cheryl let out a small scream, and the three of them were thrown onto the elevator floor, toppled like rag dolls. Chris found Cheryl in the dark, and helped her to her feet. 

Some kind of oscillating emergency light flashed above the elevator. The effect was that the stopped elevator car would dimly light up for like 5 seconds, then go dark for another 10, repeatedly. The three of them stood there, gazing into the darkness and listening to total silence. Nothing at all could be heard from where they were, so high above the streets below, in spite of the chaos caused by the blackout that was going on so far below them. All the three could hear was their own breathing, and the beating of their own hearts.

"What happened?" asked Cheryl, trying to mask the ensuing panic in her voice.

"Something caused the elevator to stop and all the power to go out," answered Thomas, stating the obvious. "When the power goes out, these elevators LOCK in their tracks. It's a safety feature to prevent them from falling."

"Well, I guess that's a good thing," said Chris, "considering the fact that we're about 20 stories off the ground. I wonder how long they'll be out," Chris voiced the question all three of them were wondering at that moment.

Both Chris and Thomas checked their cell phones and found the same thing simultaneously.

"Out of service," said Chris, trying hard to hide the disappointment in his voice. No sense scaring Cheryl anymore than she already was.

"Hey, I think I have my music pod with me, and it has a radio on it," said Thomas. "I'll see if I can pickup the local station."

As the couple huddled behind the large black man, he attempted to pick up a local station. It was very staticy, but he was just able to tune in the station for just a moment. If he held the device up to his ear, he could hear the announcer. He repeated what he was hearing to the couple:

"...something about some sort of City-Wide Power Outage here in town." 

"Nearby outages going on as well – oh no, in the town Belinda's family lives in."

"Power out almost in the whole town. New outages all around making restoration difficult."

"Shit, it just went dead."

"Oh my God, this sounds bad," said Chris.

"Well, we might be here for awhile, so we might as well have a seat," said Thomas, sitting down in the car.

Chris and Cheryl sat on the opposite wall from him, and the three started their wait.


As the minutes melted into hours, the three of them began to notice the fact that the air conditioning had been off for quite some time in the confined little car. This made the temperature in the stopped elevator begin to rise dramatically.

Cheryl felt hot and bored. "Man, I hope they get us outta here soon, or we're gonna cook."

Thomas answered, "Yeah, I'm afraid I'm going to have to lose this long sleeved shirt and tie," he said pulling off the tie and unbuttoning his shirt all the way.

At that point, Cheryl was sorry the car was only lit part of the time. The next time the oscillating light came around, she caught sight of his chiseled chest and started to feel a little bit weak.

Chris voiced his agreement, "Yeah, I'm dyin in this heat too," with that, he pulled his shirt off, and went a step further by pulling off his pants and sitting back down in his boxers.

"Do you mind if I join him Cheryl?" asked Thomas of the blushing young blonde.

"No, under the circumstances, I may have to loosen up a bit too. And besides, it's pretty dark in here, we're not going to see too much," rationalized Cheryl.

With that, Thomas stripped off his shoes, socks, and pants as well. Cheryl tried really hard not to look, but definitely detected a pair of red bikini underwear that she knew would be straining to hold Thomas's huge cock. Each time the oscillating light went back by, she found herself having to resist the temptation to stare over at Thomas's crotch. Cheryl was definitely starting to get a bit excited. Her nipples had turned rock hard, and she could feel her pussy start to moisten. She only hoped the guys wouldn't soon be able to smell her arousal!

"My turn," said Cheryl abruptly as she began unbuttoning her long sleeved shirt that she had worn to have lunch with her husband.

"Cheryl, are you sure you wanna do that?" asked Chris.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm wearing my sports bra today. It's pretty conservative," Cheryl comforted her husband. 

"And besides, if I don't get this shirt off, I'll definitely be offending you guys in another way – namely stinking you out," this made everyone laugh.

As she slipped off her shirt, the pink sports bra came into sight of both men. True it was conservative, but there was still suddenly a LOT of cleavage visible every few seconds in that elevator car. Both men's eyes were boring into her, and Cheryl was starting to feel hot for OTHER reasons than the temperature of the elevator. Something about being confined to a small area with two men, and them trying to hide the fact that they definitely were trying to steal glances at her formidable cleavage was making her feel a bit naughty – and a LOT hot.

Thomas was trying real hard not to look at the young blondes newly exposed cleavage. The sports bra was a bit tight, and pushed the young wife's tights up, presenting an amazing amount of cleavage that made her tits look even bigger than they even were – which was an amazing feat in and of itself! Thomas feared if he looked too much he would definitely be trying to hide a boner from the couple.

"You guys got any kind of portable air conditioners in those briefcases you're lugging around?" asked Cheryl.

This removed the awkwardness of the situation by striking an idea in Chris. "No, but we do each have laptops. We could try to send emergency email to the outside. Let them know we're stuck here."

"Great thinking Robin," joked Thomas, taking on the old Batman of the 60s TV Show voice.

"No problem Batman," answered Chris, carrying on the gag in the young Robin's teen voice.

"They don't call you the Boy Wonder for nothing," continued Thomas.

This remark caused Cheryl to look up at Thomas startled. Fortunately, the lights were out at that time, so neither man noticed her reaction. For a second she thought Belinda had told – had betrayed some of their secret...and she was going to be really pissed. As it turned out, it was just a coincidence that Thomas picked that part of the old Batman and Robin routine to quote.

Thomas scooted over to sit next to the couple. By 'random chance', he sat next to Cheryl. Cheryl couldn't resist looking down at the bulging bikinis that were sitting right next to her. Even in the diminished lighting, at this close of proximity, she could detect the immenseness under the straining red fabric. God, she wished for better lighting and for Thomas to be passed out asleep again so she could gawk in peace!

At the same time, Thomas couldn't resist a peek down his employee's wife's sports bra. Her white cleave literally was spilling out over the top of it. Again, he felt a twinge in his overly horny cock.

Cheryl sat between the two men as each of them opened their laptops to attempt to send an email. She was disappointed when Thomas opened his and set it in his lap, obstructing her view to the red undies. It didn't take long for each to figure out that the sever was down, so they couldn't get to outside internet.

"Damn!" cursed Chris.

"Nice idea anyway," said Thomas.

"Hey, do those things have games on them?" asked Cheryl. "Maybe I could pass some time playing solitaire or Free Cell for awhile." They did, and Chris handed his laptop to his wife to help her pass the time.

As the blonde held the laptop on her knees, it became a beacon lighting her cleavage – as if it were glowing – to be prominently displayed to the guys on each side of her.

Again, fearing that a hardon would sneak up on him, Thomas turned his gaze to the laptop he was holding.

"Actually, this laptop isn't mine," said Thomas. I was fixing a hard drive crash for Morty. Wonder if he has any games on it," said Thomas, thinking out loud.

As he started to search the hard drive for something to entertain himself – and keep his eyes and mind off of the amazing young blonde's giant tits sitting right next to him, he suddenly whistled out loud. 

"Oh my," said Thomas. "I think Morty's in violation of some company policies here."

"What's that?" asked Chris. Getting up and moving to the other side of Thomas so he could look at the laptop with his boss.

Cheryl looked up from her game. 

"Seems old Mort's been storing some erotic stories on his PC! This one looks kinda interesting too."

"Let me see too," said Cheryl scooting close enough to Thomas so that their arms and thighs were touching as they began reading the story.

Suddenly the air got very tense, as the three of them began to read the story. 

Thomas said, "This light's hurting my eyes a bit." With that he started to close the laptop.

Chris agreed.

"Mine are fine! And I want to read this story," exclaimed Cheryl.

"OK, but only if you read it out loud to us," said Thomas.

"Sure," answered Cheryl, before she really thought about what she had volunteered to do.

"This'll be fun. Like storytelling around a fire or something," she giggled.

So she began to read out loud to the guys:

The Dark Wanderer Cheating Wife Story Site

"So who's this Dark Wanderer?" Asked Cheryl.

"That's the author's Pen Name," replied Thomas "often writers of erotic fiction, adult films, etc. take on an assumed Pen Name to mask their true identity."

"Right Batman," laughed Chris.

Cheryl continued:

    My wife, Amy, and I recently had a wild sexual experience that     has totally changed our lives. Amy is a beautiful redhead who     is quite shy and somewhat timid. I am very proud of my foxy     bride and encourage her to dress in revealing clothing so     other men can see what a gorgeous wife I have. She has     reluctantly gone along with my requests and I have picked out     some pretty sexy outfits from the Fredericks catalog that she     wears to out of town engagements. 

    I had always dreamed of having other men see her completely     naked and my dream recently came true with a strange twist. 




The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 06



Cheryl cleared her throat. She was already starting to feel a bit excited reading aloud to a couple guys (even if one was her husband, they'd never done anything like this) in the semi-dark elevator car.

A     friend at work told me about a nude beach about an hour from     home that was frequented by a lot of couples and some soldiers     from a nearby Army base. He said that it was a fun place and     hinted at some wild goings on in some driftwood "condos." I     got an instant hardon from the thought of my sweet little Amy     stark naked on a beach and being ogled by a bunch of horny     servicemen. After much begging on my part, Amy agreed to go     but only on a weekday when it wouldn't be quite as crowded.

    The following Monday I took a personal day and we headed out     to the beach. We got there by ten o'clock and found the place     pretty empty. Someone had built a series of small "condos" out     of drift wood at the back of the beach for privacy and as     windbreaks and we set up in one. Amy timidly stripped off her     cutoffs and halter and exposed her luscious young body to the     sun. For the record, Amy is 24, 5'4" with a mouth watering     35C-24-25 figure and silky red hair that hangs to the top of     her butt. 

"This girl sounds familiar," said Chris "other than the whole red hair thing."

"Shut up and listen," scolded Cheryl, laughing as she scolded.

We spent the first two hours soaking up the sun and splashing     in the surf together. Because of the sparse crowd, Amy was the     only woman on the beach and attracted quite a bit of     attention. I made sure she was well oiled with sun tan oil and     was thrilled as guys went out of their way to walk past us and     check her out. I noticed that most of the guys had bigger     cocks than me. When I mentioned this to Amy she giggled and     said, "I noticed. Maybe the sun makes them grow." 

"I think I've spent too much time in the sun," laughed Thomas.

"Never too much time in the sun," laughed Cheryl. Then she continued:

    At that point Amy suggested we return to our "condo" and as we     approached I noticed that a dark muscular Black guy had put     down a blanket right in our condo. I also noticed that he was     easily the most well hung guy on the beach with a thick uncut     cock hanging halfway to his knees. Amy took notice of him also     and whispered to me, "Oh my god, look at that thing! It's     huge." I felt a twinge of jealousy from her reaction to this     guy's enormous member and felt like my plan was backfiring.     The whole idea behind going to this beach had been that I     would enjoy seeing guys drool over my foxy wife and be jealous     of me. It had never occurred to me that Amy might be the one     doing the drooling. 

"Figures it'd be a black guy," laughed Thomas.

Cheryl felt her throat going dry, but continued:

    When we got to our blanket, I said nervously "Uh excuse me,     would you mind moving to another condo, please? We were here     first." He laughed at my comment saying, "Hey man, this is my     condo. If you two want to hang out, that's cool, but I ain't     going nowhere." 

    As he spoke he was busy checking out Amy who was staring     intently at his huge Black cock. I reached for our cooler and     said, "C'mon Amy, let's go" but she surprised me by saying,     "Wait honey, let's stay. There's plenty of room." 

    I was about to argue when the guy said, "Cool, I'm Sgt. Leon     Jones. Y'all can call me Leon. What's your name dude?" I shook     his hand and said, "Jimmy and this is my wife Amy." He turned     to Amy and to my surprise gave her a quick kiss before saying,     "Amy, my dear, you are one sexy lady." Amy blushed from head     to toe and softly thanked him. 

Cheryl's listeners were completely quiet and attentive as she continued:

    "So this is your first time here. What do you think?" he asked     while sitting down at the back of the condo with his back     against the wood. Amy laid down on her belly facing him while     I sat next to her. "It is our first time?" I answered "How can     you tell?" 

    "First, I come here all the time," he explained "and I could     never forget a fox like Amy, and from the way she's staring at     my johnson I know she's never been to a place like this     before." 

"I'm sorry," Amy stammered "I didn't mean to," 

"Hey, don't sweat it," he said smoothly "I don't mind. I come here to     look and to be looked at, just like you." 

    I had to admit that his comment was true and his open attitude     made me feel much more comfortable. My initial jealousy was     replaced with a twinge of excitement at seeing my wife naked     in such close proximity to such a well hung stud. "Hey, do you     guys get high?" Leon asked to break the awkward silence while     pulling a joint out of his beach bag. I love to smoke reefer     and Amy rarely does but she eagerly said, "Oh yeah." 

    After lighting the joint Leon got up on his knees and walked     over to the edge of our blanket and handed it to me. As I took     a hit I noticed that Amy's face was now level with and only     two feet away from Leon's groin and she couldn't help but     stare at it. I had to nudge her to get her to take the joint     and as she did she gave me a sheepish guilty look. By the time     the joint was done I was as high as a kite and I could tell     from the way Amy was giggling at Leon's comments that she was     also pretty stoned. 

    Leon stretched out on his side on the edge of our blanket and     started to tell us about some of the wild things that had     happened on the beach. Amy's face was now less than a foot     from his huge dark tool, and her inhibitions buried by the     reefer, she stared at it with a look of pure lust on her     pretty face. Now that I was stoned, her interest in his cock     somehow excited me rather than bothered me and I found myself     enjoying her obvious interest in his big Black dick. I could     tell that he was quite aware of her interest and saw that his     cock had started to grow hard. Before our eyes it twitched and     grew until it was nearly a foot long and the foreskin peeled     back to reveal the tip of his fat swollen cockhead. 

    "Hey man, I don't usually get a woody here at the beach but     the way your lady is looking at me, I can't help it. I hope     you don't mind," Leon said to me. I couldn't believe how huge     his cock was and as it bobbed in the air a bizarre image of     him fucking Amy with it flashed thru my brain and my own cock     grew instantly hard. Noticing my erection, he chuckled and     said "Naw, I guess you don't mind, and I don't have to ask     your wife." He brought his hand down and began to slowly jerk     off right in Amy's face saying "You like my big Black dick,     don't you girl?" 

Looking like she was in a trance, Amy nodded     her head and said, "It's so huge!" 

    "Damn straight it is. And I bet you'd like to see what it     tastes like, wouldn't you?" he taunted her. 

    Amy hesitated a moment before saying, "Oh I could never. I'm     married..." 

At this point, Cheryl's voice croaked, very noticeably, like a frog. All three of them laughed.

"Umm...I may have to stop for now," laughed Cheryl "I'm starting to get a little warm and my throat is getting dry."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," laughed Thomas. "I was already in pretty bad shape when I got into this cart, I think you better stop reading."

"What's wrong Thomas?" asked Cheryl, already knowing EXACTLY what was wrong with her husband's boss after her conversation with Belinda earlier. She just wanted to tease him a bit, to see if he'd fess up.

"Well, Belinda was mad at me so she was teasing me a bit this morning. She got me all hot & bothered & sent me off – I think to teach me a bit of a lesson! It worked. But I'm so horny, it hurts!" Thomas looked down at his underwear, causing both Cheryl and Chris to follow his gaze.

"OH GOD," gasped Cheryl. She didn't mean to say it out loud, but it just slipped out.

Chris could only nod. He totally understood.

As the three of them looked down at Thomas's problem. His cock was rock hard, and throbbing through his red bikini briefs. They were already tight when he wasn't hard, but at the moment, the material looked as if it might rip completely out – like the incredible hulk ripping out of his clothes when he grew too large for them to contain him. These tidy red bikini's were definitely too small to contain Thomas's hulking black cock.

The three of them simply stared. You could plainly make out every detail of the enormous cock through the straining material of his underwear. Every vein could be seen, and you could see the blood pulsing through his erection. Cheryl kept thinking back to the night when she saw the actual cock – though soft – as he lay on the bed. It had been a spectacular sight, and it wasn't even half the size it appeared to be now.

"Holy Horse-Dick Batman," said Chris.

This made all three of them burst into laughter.

"You poor guy," said Cheryl truly feeling bad for the man.

"Yeah. Well, I was ok 'til you started reading that story. Now I KNOW it's going to hurt if I don't take care of it. And this is NOT the place to be stuck right now!" moaned Thomas.

"So take care of it," blurted Cheryl, before she really realized what she was implying. As soon as it came out she felt silly, and wished she could take it back.

"I cant do that here!" exclaimed Thomas, looking at Chris.

"Hey, I don't care. You gotta do what you gotta do. It's not like we haven't ALL been there at one point or another." Answered Chris.

"He's definitely right," said Cheryl echoing her husband's thoughts.

"That sounds all good & fine, but I don't think Belinda would appreciate me jerking off in front of ya'll," said Thomas, but his voice was less urgent, as if they were convincing him.

"Hey, what happens in the elevator STAYS in the elevator," offered Chris.

"Definitely Thomas. You can trust us to keep quiet," said Cheryl in a voice that was a little more pleading than she meant for it to be.

"I actually don't think I CAN with people watching," offered Thomas.

"Who said anything about WATCHING?" asked Chris, as he turned his back, took the laptop, and started playing Solitaire.

"Yeah," said Cheryl, though a lot less convincingly as she lay down on her back – pretending to close her eyes.

Thomas sat there, staring at her exposed abs. It still amazed him what a total hard body she was. He could almost cum just looking at her hard stomach. True, Belinda was a hot/crazy bitch in bed, and he loved her more than life itself – but this little blonde bitch was HOT and hard and firm. And as he sat there with his cock throbbing, staring at her hard stomach, he pulled the elastic waistband away from his body, allowing his hardon to breath. Both his cock and Thomas almost sighed with relief!

As he did this, Cheryl stopped even pretending to have her eyes closed. She stared with absolute fascination at the hugest cock, she was convinced, on the planet. It was easily over a foot, and as thick as a Coke can. As she stared down at it from where she was laying, the light shone brighter again, and Thomas caught her looking. Just at that moment she looked up, and their eyes locked for a second.

Cheryl motioned to him with her eyes, as if to say, "Sorry, couldn't resist peeking."

And he shrugged his shoulders, slightly lifting his hands as if to say - "Oh well, I don't really mind if you peek."

With that, Thomas quietly spit onto his right hand to get some moisture, leaned his back against the side of the car, and starting stroking his immense cock. 

As he leaned back, it moved him out of Cheryl's line of vision, so she had to shift slightly to continue watching.

Thomas caught what she was doing, noticing that her stomach totally tightened when she moved that way. "God Damn, that makes me crazy," thought Thomas to himself as he looked at her tight abs. Just to be an ass, he scooched again, out of her field of vision. This time, Cheryl mistakenly thought she was bothering him, so she kinda rolled onto her side, facing the other direction.

This made Thomas worry that he had hurt her feelings. He was as horny as he had ever been in his life, and he was staring at her perfect ass through a pair of tight slacks.

"Guys, could I make a crazy request?" asked Thomas quietly.

Cheryl eagerly turned back over, exposing her tight abs to Thomas again – much to his delight. Chris decided there was no way he was turning & looking, so he said, "Sure boss, what's up?"

"Well, I haven't done it this way since I was a teenager, and I'm having some trouble. Cheryl looks so hot laying there on her back."

"I don't think so," said Chris cutting it off, much to Cheryl's disappointment. She was consumed with curiosity of what Thomas might be about to ask of them.

"No Chris, it's not what you think. Just hear me out," replied Thomas quickly.

"See, I've always had this thing for tight abs. And I've never seen a tighter pair than Cheryl's."

"Aww...thanks," said Cheryl, doing a bit of a crunch from where she was laying, and flexing her abs for Thomas. As she did this, he dropped his hand away from his hardon, giving HER an unobstructed view of it. Her eyes were immediately glued to it, just as his were to her abs. She would flex her abs, his cock would jerk & throb a bit more. At this point, she was so glad that she worked on her abs at least three times per week: doing crunches and sometimes situps.

"So what're you getting at," asked Cheryl, trying to control the tone of her voice as her excitement grew. Reading the story also got her juices flowing quite a bit, and sitting here in the elevator car, staring at Thomas's huge erection literally had her pussy dripping.

"Do you think I could just rub it on your stomach a little bit? Just to feel what it would feel like?" asked Thomas.

"No." said Chris. 

"Sure." Said Cheryl both at the exact same time.

This caused Chris to roll over to look at his wife. As he did, he caught sight of his bosses naked erection for the first time ever.

"Holy Crap!" spat Chris.

The other two were just silent, staring at each other.

Chris looked at his wife. He could see the sheer animal lust in her eyes. He knew there was no way he could say no now – she looked like a kid in a candy store, and he'd certainly be the villain if he denied this one silly request. He decided to try for damage control instead.

"OK, but just rub it against her stomach a few times. That's IT! Thomas, I seriously do NOT want you to fuck my wife, do you understand?" Chris asked with as much force as he could muster – staring at the largest cock he had ever seen.

For some reason – some reason he couldn't explain, when Chris saw his bosses hardon, and saw his wife's look of lust, his cock immediately grew HARD as a rock. It was simply dribbling cum.

Cheryl added, "He's not going to fuck me baby. He just needs to get off. I don't see him rubbing it on my tummy as a huge deal."

"I promise – no fucking, just some innocent rubbing to help me get this thing off," said Thomas, walking across the floor on his knees toward Cheryl.

Chris moved over beside his wife to watch and make sure nothing too crazy took place. In addition, he turned the laptop, so that the glare from it totally illuminated his wife's tummy much to Thomas's delight.

Both husband and wife stared in total amazment and disbelief as the black snake bounced it's way toward them. When Thomas got there, he straddled Cheryl's waist, putting a knee on each side of her. His cock was so hard, it didn't touch her at all, as it was sticking straight out from his body. Both husband and wife stared as if hypnotized by it, as it bobbled back and forth.

Thomas just sat there on his knees for a moment, letting both of them take it in. The looks on their faces was also serving to totally turn him on. Obviously neither had ever seen a cock as big as his, and both were completely fascinated with it.

"Big isn't it?" he asked.

"YES!" they both answered in unison.

With that, he titled himself down a bit, grabbed the top if it, and started rubbing the huge head on Cheryl's belly button. It just felt warm and hard as a hammer to Cheryl, then suddenly, his pre-cum started oozing from the tip of his huge cock. Cheryl suddenly felt her stomach becoming completely covered with this man's seed.

Though he had said he was only going to do it for a couple of strokes, the pre-cum provided a lubricant that allowed him to get into a rhythm. What's more, it was such a fascinating sight to the horny couple that neither of them really noticed that Thomas had already been rubbing his giant black cock all over Cheryl's hard stomach for over 7 minutes. A low moan escaped Cheryl's lips, and Chris started to feel a danger if it went on.

"Ummm...," he started to say...

Just as he did, Cheryl reached over and grabbed Chris's cock through his boxers, and started stroking it.

The sensation from his wife touching him totally silenced Chris for the moment. He was also horny, and couldn't take his eyes off the giant snake being rubbed all over his wife's hard tummy.

Gradually, such that it was scarcely noticed by the horny couple, Thomas started working his strokes higher and higher on the young blonde wife.

At some point, it started bumping against the bottom of her tight sports bra. Thomas rested for a moment, now sitting on Cheryl's hard tummy. The thing that supposedly was the object of his arousal now seemed to be forgotten.

"This thing is hurting me a bit Cheryl – could you lift it up a bit so it doesn't pinch me" asked Thomas innocently enough.

Chris was in such a total trance that he didn't make the connection of what that actually meant.

Cheryl also wasn't thinking overly clearly, and was so turned on that she automatically and immediately complied with his request, using her left hand to lift the bra up several inches...and continued her stroking of Chris with her right hand.

Sure enough, as the bra came up a bit, Thomas's massive cock snuck up higher, rubbing between her large breasts. Cheryl just stared down at the cock as it rose higher and higher – closer and closer to her face. The friction on her tits caused her nipples to rub against the bra, making the ulta sensitive nipples ache. 

Thomas now grabbed ahold of Cheryl's shoulders, and started pumping his cock hard between her tits. The hot little blonde bitch's tits felt so good, he was pretty sure this would get him off in a matter of seconds!

However, the bra was a bit tight, and Cheryl knew she couldn't hold it up much longer.

"Mmm- mmm- mmy aaa- aaa- arm's getting tired" said Cheryl as she was being shook a bit now my Thomas's fucking of her 'tummy'.

In answer, Thomas took his hands off her shoulder, grabbed each cup and pulled the bra up & off her tits, pushing it up to her neck, and exposing her large breasts to his feasting eyes. Thomas couldn't help letting out a small gasp as the blonde's perfect tits came into view.

Chris was too far gone to care. He reached down and pulled the waistline of his boxers down, exposing his erection for the first time. Cheryl immediately complied and continued stroking it...but slowed down, hoping he would last for awhile.

Noticing that Chris wasn't objecting, Thomas grabbed each of Cheryl's big tits, pushing them together around his hardon. As he did this, he simultaneously caressed Cheryl's rock hard nipples with the palm of his hand, eliciting moans from the awe-struck blonde wife. Cheryl felt so hot she thought she might cum without even touching her pussy. This was definitely the most erotic moment of her young life.

Now all pretenses of just rubbing his hardon on her tummy were gone. Thomas was now seriously titty fucking Cheryl for all he was worth. Cheryl just stared down at the amazing sight just below her face. She could smell the amazing masculine scent of the enormous cock just below her nose. 




The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 06



Cheryl had titty fucked Chris a few times. When she did, she totally engulfed his cock in her large breasts. Thomas's cock, however was simply too large for this to occur. He grabbed each of her tits somewhat roughly and forced them around his large cock, but the head or base was always showing, depending on where he was in his stroke. In addition, on the upward stroke, his cock kept moving higher and higher – closer and closer to Cheryl's mouth. As she continued to smell his strong manhood just below her face, and Cheryl couldn't help but strain her neck down to try to meet the giant snake as it worked it's way closer to her face.

The result could be guessed. On the next upward stroke, his cock solidly struck her chin. She couldn't seem to move her face though, the sight was too erotic – too exciting – too HOT. So each upward stroke resulted in his cock striking somewhere on her face. It touched her lips, her chin, her cheek. He was getting precum all over her face as he continued. 

Cheryl went to lick some of the cum off her bottom lick when the next upward stroke hit her mouth head-on, causing the head to pop into her mouth for just as second. Since her tongue was out, it rubbed all along the giant head until the cock moved away. She instinctively turned her head away, looking to see if Chris had seen what had happened. He had not, he was laying on his back next to her as she stroked his cock, with his eyes closed. He was just starting to cum. Cheryl saw the customary 2-3 drops shoot from his little boy cock – an unusually large amount for Chris, actually.

The touching of Cheryl's mouth didn't go un-noticed by Thomas either. In fact, it was so hot that he felt the initial tinglings of his orgasm approaching. He fucked harder and harder, staring down into the blonde's eyes, hoping she'd open her mouth again – but she didn't get the chance to....

Thomas's huge cock became a complete blur as he fucked harder and harder faster and faster into the blonde's big tits. He felt his cock swell – and....

"Here it CUMS," shouted Thomas, as he sat back upright, releasing Cheryl's tits.

The first blast from Thomas's cock was a direct hit on Cheryl's forehead. It was like someone had taken a small cup of pudding and thrown it right on her forehead. Then a series of smaller yet faster moving shots went all down her face, and into her eyes. Cheryl had to close her eyes for a moment, so she did not see Thomas aiming his subsequent shots all over each of her tits, onto her belly, and down to her panties. She was now COMPLETELY covered with his cum, and unable to open her eyes. Chris was laying on his back, not paying attention for a moment, totally spent from his own orgasm, so Thomas saw a golden opportunity.

He lifted his ass up, shoving his softening cock against Cheryl's lips. Being the only one who had yet to orgasm, though being on the very edge, Cheryl welcomingly opened her mouth, taking in the sperm covered cock. She sucked it for all she was worth for a few seconds, running her tongue across the bottom as she willingly sucked the sperm off the softening black cock.

As Chris started to look up, Thomas quickly moved away. Cheryl found herself – eyes closed, craning her neck to try to follow the cock. She did NOT want it to go away. She reached up and rubbed the sperm from her eyes, looking over at Chris.

They all laughed again. When Chris looked away for a moment, Cheryl immediately raised her sperm covered hand to her mouth and tasted it again. She was hooked. It tasted wonderful.

Cheryl was really excited now. The guys had cum. She had not. As she lay there, she unconsciously reached up with her hand and squeezed her pussy. Chris was out, but the move was not missed by Thomas.

Suddenly, the lights shone on in the elevator, the air came on, and the elevator started to move.

"SHIT," said Cheryl, as she started trying to throw clothes on.

The race was on by the three of them to get their clothes back on before the elevator door opened. It was especially hard for Cheryl, as she was covered in volumes of sperm. 



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 07



Chapter Seven – Outage Ends With Bad News

It was really the worst possible timing. The lights came back on and the elevator resumed climbing toward the floor that Thomas and Chris worked on. Fortunately for the three, it was Saturday, and there was hardly anyone else in the building so the elevator wasn't stopping on floors in between to let people get on.

This was especially fortunate for Cheryl who was scooping loads of cum up off her stomach. She needed to get the cum off her before she could put her shirt back on, or it would completely soak through her shirt.

As she scooped off the loads of cum into her palm, it was still quite warm – having been freshly ejaculated from Thomas onto the young blonde. There was simply nothing to wipe the cum on, so Cheryl had no other choice but to begin lapping the cum off her hand. This was really not a problem for her, as from the first taste of Thomas's incredible seed, Cheryl was hooked on the warm liquid. She was surprised how different it actually tasted from her husbands cum. Must be different diets between the guys, she reasoned. 

At any rate, Cheryl was consuming Thomas's cum as fast as she could. Finally, she got the majority of his seed off her stomach and tits, and was able to pull her bra back over her firm tits. She was still working on returning her shirt to it's proper place when the elevator doors abruptly opened and the bell rang signaling that they had reached their destination floor!

The three breathed a sigh of relief when they were greeted with an empty hallway as the elevator doors slid open. It was a good thing, as Cheryl was still pulling her shirt on and Thomas's pants were still completely open! Chris was the only one who had fully dressed and was looking at his wife and boss with great concern as the doors opened.

"Whew, that was close," said Thomas, pulling his fly up.

"Too close for comfort," agreed Cheryl as the three of them let out nervous laughter.

The laughter was short-lived however, as Thomas's cell phone rang at that moment.

"Hello?" answered Thomas.

"It's OK baby, just calm down. No, it's OK. Listen baby, I'll be right home."

With that, Thomas hung up his cell phone, a worried look coming over his face.

"I gotta run guys. That was Belinda – I guess something bad has happened to her dad in this crazy black-out."

"Oh no," said Cheryl. "Anything we can do?"

"Actually...I almost HATE to ask," started Thomas.

"What?" asked Chris.

"I don't suppose you guys could grab my dry cleaning? I'm pretty sure they close in less than an hours time, if they haven't already with this crazy power outage. I have most of my stuff for next week's trip in that load, and I'm going to need it," asked Thomas.

"No PROBLEM," answered Cheryl, looking up at her husbands boss with enthusiasm in her eyes. For some reason, she felt herself having a strong urge to do something nice for the powerful black man who had just cum all over her body.

"Hey, I'm really sorry things got so crazy in there," said Thomas, mostly to Cheryl, but also to Chris.

"Something happened on the elevator? I thought we had forgotten all about that," said Chris, gently nudging his wife.

"What elevator?" asked Cheryl with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes that wasn't entirely lost on Thomas.

"GREAT! Thank you so much. Just come on over whenever you want to with the dry cleaning," said Thomas as he stepped back onto the elevator.

Cheryl looked down at the elevator floor for a moment. There were wet spots all over the carpetting where she had only moments ago been showered with her husband's boss. Suddenly she felt very ashamed of what she had just allowed to happen. She also felt her pussy simply gushing with excitement as she recalled what the encounter had felt like. She was, after all, the only one who didn't get to cum!



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 08



Chapter Eight – Change in Plans

Chris ran into his office and quickly grabbed the papers he had come for. The couple then rushed onto the elevator to begin the long descent. 

"Wow, that was pretty wild," said Chris to his wife. He could already tell she was upset by what had occurred.

"Yeah, I can't believe we let it get that out of hand," replied Cheryl, blushing slightly as she thought of the feel of Thomas's cock head pressing into her lips.

"Yeah, but you gotta admit, that man has got one HUGE cock!" laughed Chris.

"Ummmm...yeah, you could say that," answered Cheryl with a slight deepening in her voice. The young blonde felt her cheeks turning hot as she began to blush a bit at the memory.

"Was it pretty hot – letting him rub it all over your tummy?" asked Chris.

It occurred to Cheryl that Chris wasn't really aware of the fact that she had actually taken his bosses cock into her mouth a couple of times. She decided to just leave it at that. Some things were simply better left unsaid.

"Yeah, it was exciting... but I'd really rather just leave it on the elevator, like we agreed to," answered Cheryl.

"Sure, no problem," said Chris, as they pulled up to the dry cleaners.

"I'll run in & get it," volunteered Cheryl.

"Sure, great" answered Chris, watching his wife exit the car and run to the dry cleaner door. He couldn't help but admire her fine ass. He was such a lucky man to have such an amazingly beautiful woman. It was hard for him to fault Thomas with getting so turned on by her. Even after all these years of marriage, she could still give Chris a hardon, even just looking at her ass.

Chris couldn't help but wonder how what had occurred on the elevator had effected his young & naïve wife. He shuddered as he remembered the sight of his boss's mammoth dick, rubbing all over his wife's hard stomach. Shortly after that she had grabbed his cock and started using her firm grip to jack him off. At that point, as he always did when his wife gave him a hand job, he got lost in the wonderful world of her firmly jerking him off – fueled by the sight of her allowing her boss the liberty of rubbing his huge cock on her stomach.

As the visions returned to him, he felt his little cock starting to stiffen in his pants.

"Got it," exclaimed Cheryl as she climbed into the car, shattering Chris's trip down memory lane.

"OK, we're off then," said Chris as he pulled from the dry cleaners parking lot and headed down the road toward his boss's house.


"Come on in" shouted Belinda as Cheryl gently rapped on their new friends door. "It's open."

An extremely active and noisy house greeted both Cheryl and Chris. Nearly every light in the house was on. The 52" plasma TV was on & tuned to CNN in the living room. A stereo was blasting out Frank Sinatra music somewhere upstairs. There were open bags & suitcases all over the living room floor. As the Cummings stood there, trying to take it all in, a frantic Belinda ran by, dropping deodorant, mouth wash, a tooth brush, and other miscellaneous toiletries into one of the open bags.

"Oh you guys didn't have to do that," Belinda beamed at the couple as they brought in her husband's dry cleaning. "I could have gotten that later on tonight!"

"It was really no problem Belinda," answered Cheryl, walking over to her friend, grabbing her, and giving her a big hug. "Is everything OK?"

"Oh, yeah. It's not as bad as I had originally thought," answered Belinda, as she disappeared back into the adjacent bathroom, looking for her favorite soap.

"But it's bad enough that we're going to end up having to ask you another favor," added Thomas. "It seems Belinda's father got in some sort of accident during the blackout and broke his leg in 3 different places!"

"OH NO," said Chris.

"Oh yes. Now Belinda has to high tail it over there & help her mom out, and they also said they'd be needing my held within a few days this week when they start having to lug him out to Physical therapy," said Thomas more directly to Chris.

"Uh oh. I guess that would be hard for you to do it you were in Europe," said Chris, suddenly realizing that his boss was likely to ask him to travel out of the country for the second time this year.

All eyes turned to Chris.

"Is there any way you can take this trip for me this time Chris?" asked Thomas, nearly pleading with his employee and friend.

"OF course he will," answered Cheryl for her husband – almost too quickly.

All eyes turned to her, including Belinda who had just walked back into the room.

"Yeah, there's no way I could let ya down Thomas," confirmed Chris, though he quietly marveled to himself at how quickly Cheryl came around to the idea. The last trip he took out of the county was very hard on his young wife, and he wasn't looking forward to having to leave her alone like that again.

"Are you sure Cheryl?" Asked Belinda, looking into Cheryl's eyes for confirmation.

"Hey, that's what friends are for," answered Cheryl. "I'll HATE having to give him up for another 3 weeks trip out of the country, but it's not like this isn't something important!"

"You are a total angel," exclaimed Belinda, as she grabbed Cheryl into her strong arms and squeezed the young blond up close to her.

"We definitely appreciate it," said Thomas to the couple. "I'll have to stay around the house here until Thursday or so, cause I can't leave the Birmingham account until it gets firmed up a bit. But that afternoon, I'll be on the road ASAP to get down & help them."

"How far away do your parents live Belinda?" asked Cheryl.

"Nearly three and a half hours, depending on traffic and who's driving," answered her friend. "Come on in here & talk to me for awhile," requested Belinda to her friend.

Chris followed Thomas up the stairs as they began talking business. What Thomas needed to take care of next week, how Chris should get his airline tickets ASAP, all the things Thomas needed to do at Belindas parents house. Their voices disappeared up the stairs as Belinda and Cheryl's voices & laughter filled the downstairs.

"I have another favor to ask of you hun," said Belinda to her new friend.

"No, I'm not going to do the blow test while you're away," answered Cheryl.

"You better not without my permission girlfriend," answered Belinda, pretending to be angry. "I'll be whoopin your cute little white ass." At this both women burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting their troubles for the moment.

"Seriously. Would you do me another big favor?" asked Belinda.

"What?"

"Would you consider cooking something up for Thomas Tuesday night, bringing it over, and insisting that he eat it? I know as soon as I leave, he'll become a workaholic, and won't eat anything until I see him again. I'd really feel better knowing he had a decent meal at least one night."

"Oh no problem! What does he like to eat?" asked Cheryl eager to help in any way she possibly could.

"What are you good at?" asked Belinda.

"Well, Chris's favorite of my cooking...would have to be my spaghetti. I make my own sauce – it's pretty thick – and he just loves it."

"Perfect! Thomas LOVES spaghetti as well." Grinned Belinda to her new friend. "That would be SO NICE of you."

"Actually, it's really nothing at all," smiled Cheryl, feeling very good about being able to be helpful. "I was feeling bad that everyone was going to be able to do something for you but me in your time of need," answered Cheryl.

"Well this will be a big one!" replied Belinda.

"Well you'd know about that," grinned Cheryl as she winked at her friend.

"And you know more about it than most," laughed Belinda, returning the wink.

..."more than you know" thought Cheryl to herself, her pussy getting instantly moist as she remember the site of Thomas's giant cock emerging from between her tits – over and over – until it shot it's hot, warm, sticky goo all over her – just hours earlier in the day.

"You ok?" asked Belinda suddenly. "You look a bit flush."

"No, I'm fine. Just this crazy power outage from today has me a bit flustered," Cheryl reassured her friend.

"OK, but the one thing is, we can't tell Thomas anything about our little plan to get him food. If he knew I was putting you up to this, he would likely put a stop to it. Thomas was raised by very proud parents, and taught that taking help from others was something that you simply did not do."

"That's crazy," said Cheryl.

"Yeah, I know. But trust me on this. If he finds out ahead of time, he will find a way to NOT accept it. So, what I think we should do is, I'll leave you my extra key to the backdoor – that enters into the kitchen. You sneak in around 6:00pm, get your stuff together, then you will more than likely be able to find Thomas in the living room reading the paper. He normally does that for about an hour from 6-7 every night".

"That'll work out perfectly, because that's the exact time I head over to the gym for my workout that night" replied Cheryl.

"OK, then we're all set then! Here's my key to the backdoor. When you come, pull around to the back so that you can sneak in. I just know he'll love your Spaghetti, and this will keep me from having to worry about him before he heads over to join me." 



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 09



Chapter Nine – While the Cats are away

Monday morning found Cheryl seeing Chris off at the airport. Though she hated losing her husband for almost three full weeks, Cheryl was resigned to making the sacrifice for their new friends. Chris just found himself feeling grateful for the fact that Cheryl and his boss's wife had become such close friends. Otherwise, explaining why he had to go in his boss's place would have been difficult, at best, for Chris to explain to his hot young wife. Truth be told, both of them realized that it was probably the SEX that Cheryl missed most during her husbands trips. Cheryl was an extremely sexual young lady who craved sex pretty much every day.

Seeing her husband off that morning was difficult, but Cheryl was able to get through it. Now, as she watched his plane taking off from the runway, she began thinking of all the errands she needed to run. Keeping herself busy during his absence, along with some heavy-duty masturbation, was normally the key to making the time go by as quickly as possible.

By afternoon she found herself in the grocery store buying all the supplies she would need for the middle of the week surprise meal Belinda and her had planned for Thomas. AS the blond steered her cart down the isles, her thoughts again returned to the feeling of Thomas's rigid member rubbing across her stomach. "God, that was so hot," thought Cheryl to herself as she felt her nipples instantly begin to harden and her face heat from blushing at the memory.

The fact that Thomas found her hard stomach so attractive also came as a source of pride for the young wife. She found herself beaming as she recalled Thomas asking his odd request that day in the elevator. About how he found her hard stomach so hot and how it would get him off to rub his cock on it....

CRASH!

"What the –," a little old lady was looking angrily up at Cheryl as she met her at the end of the isle. Unfortunately, Cheryl had been day dreaming as she steered her cart through the store and had not seen the poor little old lady as she came from the next isle. The result – she accidentally crashed her cart into the unsuspecting lady.

"Oh my, I am so sorry," apologized Cheryl.

"I guess you should be young lady! Perhaps you should pay more attention to what you are doing," scolded the lady.

"I think you are right," admitted Cheryl as she hastily headed her cart toward the checkout line.

"Get yourself together," she scolded herself under her breath. "You're acting like a little schoolgirl or something."

But a little schoolgirl was exactly how Cheryl suddenly felt. She felt giddy and horny and just a little bit silly as she paid for her groceries and made her way home. Tomorrow night she would prepare he best spaghetti meal, throw on her workout clothes, take it over to Thomas, and make sure he was doing ok.

Cheryl slaved happily over the stove all morning and afternoon on Wednesday. She really hoped that Thomas would like her spaghetti as much as her husband did. Chris always raved on & on about it to her.

The entire house smelled simply wonderful as the young blond went upstairs to get ready for her workout. She began changing into her normal sweats outfit, when something caught her eye. It was the workout outfit that Chris had bought her last year when they both made a vow to each other to go the gym more often. The top of it was a totally tight and somewhat revealing white half shirt that came just above her belly button and also showed off more than a little cleavage. Cheryl had worn it all of once, because she thought it simply looked slutty. Not to mention the fact that it was really hard for her to get any serious working out done when all the guys in the gym were checking her out and half the women were glaring at her. She had decided it was simply too much of a distraction.

Cheryl had no idea what prompted her to throw this outfit on tonight. Or did she? The fact that her entire abs were completely showing not to mention the fact that her tits were somewhat on display suddenly made the blond feel very adventurous, sexy, and risqué all at the same time. This might just catch Thomas's attention! She thought to herself as she threw together her workout bag and headed downstairs to get the meal ready to transport over to Thomas and Belinda's house.

The fact that Belinda would not be there suddenly popped into Cheryl's mind. For a moment she considered running back up and changing into something a little less crazy. But then, looking at the clock, it was already a quarter to six. She HAD to get going if she was going to make it there on time. To avoid doing anything she might regret, she simply would just not stay there too long reasoned the blond to her self. She would torture Thomas a bit with an accidental view or two of her abs & tits, then get the heck out of there, work out, and come home and make herself cum harder than ever before! The idea was already making her wet.

Thomas's car was already parked in the driveway as Cheryl pulled around to the back of the house (just as Belinda instructed her to). She felt her adrenaline level soar as she began unloading the picnic basket she had loaded into the car.

The young blond wife quietly let herself into the back door, and gently set the supplies onto the counter. She decided that it would be fun if she snuck in and scared the crap out of Thomas by shouting "SURPRISE!" to him as he read his paper in the living room.

It was hard for her to suppress a snicker as she crept her way into the living room from the kitchen. Suddenly, she heard a noise that made her stop a moment, slightly worried. She could hear Thomas breathing hard as if her were working hard or hurt, and perhaps even moaning a bit. Cheryl suddenly feared that he was hurt, until she peered around the door into the living room.

Thomas was sitting reclining back in his Lazy Boy Recliner. He had shorts and a T shirt on, but his shorts and underwear were pulled completely down around his ankles, exposing his huge erection that he was roughly tugging on. He also had his head buried in a Penthouse magazine, and as he stroked his massive cock, he was letting out occasional moans & grunts – each of which seemed to travel directly to Cheryl's pussy, causing it to instantly moisten. She could do very little else than just stare at it, entranced.

The chair was creaking rather loudly accompanying the rough stroking Thomas was doing to his hugely engorged member. The chair was now facing Cheryl, and she could see everything very clearly.

From where Cheryl was standing, she could see that Thomas was really going to town on his BIG beautiful cock. Cheryl simply watched, open-mouthed at the scene unfolding in front of her. Though this wasn't the first time she had seen it, Cheryl had never really seen his cock completely erect, with lights on in the room. Now she could see every detail of it, and she couldn't help but stare in amazement to how big it was compared to her husbands. Thomas was squeezing around the head of his monster cock as his left hand held the Penthouse magazine up for him to gaze at. He was grunting and moaning and oblivious to anything else in the room.

As Cheryl continued to enter the room, an involuntary gasp came from her mouth as she took in the amazing sight in front of her.

Thomas immediately heard the noise and lowered his magazine. He nearly jumped out of the chair when he saw Cheryl, shouting "Oh My God!" magazine flying to the side. He started to get up, but his hands slipped on the rails of the chair and he fell back, nearly toppling completely over in the recliner – and banging his head against the wall in the process.

Cheryl, immediately being concerned started to walk more quickly into the room. Unfortunately, she was not looking where she was going so she fell, ass over teacup, over an ottoman that was sitting in the middle of the floor. Thomas recovered from his slip, grabbed his shorts and undies and pulled them up – with some difficulty – over his throbbing hard-on and leapt to his feet.

"Cheryl, are you ok?!?" asked her husbands boss as he approached the embarrassed blonde, helping her back to her feet.

"I think so," answered Cheryl as Thomas gently lowered her to the sofa, sitting right next to her as he did.

Cheryl was dazed and confused for a second, but suddenly her head cleared as she looked down at Thomas's lap and saw his throbbing hard-on pulsating through his tight gym shorts.

"I am so sorry Cheryl," said Thomas "I wasn't exactly expecting company."

"No, it was my fault. You surely weren't expecting anyone," answered Cheryl. "If anything it was me who invaded your privacy. And I'm sorry for that."

"Ummm...you could say that," smiled Thomas. Suddenly HE was the one who seemed a bit embarrassed.

"Listen, I was just bringing you some food over, and-," started Cheryl.

"I am so embarrassed," answered Thomas "and that was so nice of you to bring me food over. You really shouldn't have done that."

"Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed. That's what people do when their spouses are away," consoled Cheryl, as her glance kept returning to the huge lump in Thomas's shorts. A little wet spot appeared at the very top. Suddenly, Cheryl felt her throat growing a bit dry. She knew that she needed to get out of there before she did something they both would regret later.

Thomas was also having similar troubles as his eyes went straight to Cheryl's tight stomach. Nothing got his blood boiling more than a tight stomach on a woman, and he was already pretty worked up from being so close to cumming, then being interrupted. He also couldn't help but notice how low-cut this top was – revealing much of Cheryl's beautiful and firm tits.

This didn't do much for making his hard-on go down. In fact, he felt it twitch a bit. He was afraid it might work its way out of the top of the tight shorts.

Cheryl knew she needed to run, but felt like if she just ran out it might add to the embarrassment both of them were already feeling. "What were you looking at that got you so worked up?" asked Cheryl, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit.

"To be honest, I was hardly looking at the magazine," answered Thomas. "I was actually thinking about the other day in the elevator – how you looked – how it all felt," answered Thomas, as his eyes once again traveled to the young wife's cleavage.

"Yeah, it was pretty hot," admitted Cheryl.

"You think so? You never really said anything about how you felt about the whole thing. I guess we haven't really had a chance to discuss it," said Thomas.

"Well, I haven't even really talked about it to Chris yet," admitted the blonde wife.

"Yeah, I wasn't sure if he knew...you had kissed my cock," said Thomas. "Why exactly did you do that?" he asked, dropping his hand into his lap as he thought about it, giving the head of his hard cock a light squeeze.

The movement wasn't lost on Cheryl. She watched as he squeezed the mammoth head of his dick as she answered "I don't know....I guess just because it was so BIG and impressive. I was so impressed that I guess I just wanted to show you that I was. I just wanted to pay some respect to it." Laughed Cheryl. "Does that make any sense at all?"

"I think so," answered Thomas. "The only thing I truly know for sure is that thinking about it makes me so hot that I really NEED to cum. And talking about it isn't exactly helping much," he said as his eyes roamed back and forth between Cheryl's hard abs to her tits – back and forth. He had actually stopped trying to hide the fact that he was looking, and had gone from squeezing the head of his cock to actually lightly stroking it through his shorts.

"Listen, I guess I should let you get back to business," said Cheryl as she abruptly stood up – her stomach now even with the black man's face.

"Cheryl, you can't leave me like this!" pleaded Thomas. "The very least you could do is let me rub it on your hard stomach again - PLEASE," begged Thomas.

The conviction in his voice moved the already horny young wife a bit. But she was afraid. She voiced her concern, "But Thomas – there's nobody here to stop this from going too far," reasoned Cheryl.

"I promise. I swear. I will not go any further than just rubbing it on you this time. Please Cheryl, don't leave me like this," Thomas said, and quickly lowered his shorts and underwear in a fast motion that caused his hard dick to slap back up against his stomach.

Cheryl just stood there above him – staring down at his amazing cock for a moment. Her mind was in turmoil. She would start to walk away, but then stop, dead in her tracks, as she stared at the giant cock – sticking straight up at her. She couldn't take her eyes off it, and Thomas was laying on his back, lifting his ass up off the couch, presenting it to her.

She knew she didn't want things to go to far. She knew she loved Chris and did not want to betray him. But her newly found friend seemed to be having some trouble. And, if he would stay true to his word....and only rub it on her stomach....and it looked so good....

"OK, but you can ONLY rub it on my stomach this time. No lifting my shirt. No titty fucking. Nothing but rubbing it on my stomach until you cum. And I'm ONLY doing this because Belinda is out of town. Otherwise, I would tell you to take care of it with her."

"Hey, no doubt," said Thomas as he stood up, grabbing Cheryl by the shoulders, he gently eased her down onto the couch, in a laying position. "If she were here, I'd be fucking the daylights outta her with this," he said, as he stood up by Cheryl & pointed at his rigid cock – which was, at this moment, only inches from her face. He was more than prepared to simply rub his cock all over her tight tummy until he came. Having the young blonde wife watch as he did this would be so HOT!

"Man, that thing is amazing Thomas. How big is it, anyway?" asked Cheryl, as she sat up a bit – staring at Thomas's dick.

"I'm not sure. Never measured it, actually – but hold on...," he reached into a drawer beside the couch. This was where Belinda kept her sewing stuff, and he knew she had one of those flexible tapes, used to measure inseams, etc.

"If you really wanna know, measure it," said Thomas.

Cheryl DID really want to know. She took the tape from his hand and unwrapped it a bit. Next she scooted off the couch to a kneeling position directly in front of Thomas so that she could take an accurate measurement. Next, she held the base of the tape measure against Thomas's thick pubic hair, and pulled the other end out to the head of his throbbing dick. To get an accurate measurement, Cheryl had to actually hold the throbbing dick as she did it, kneeling in front of her husband's boss.

"Hmmm...looks like it's about 11 and 3 quarters! WOW!" said Cheryl as she stared at the tape measure in disbelief.

"Hold on a second!" said Thomas. Suddenly he flexed his ass muscles hard and caused the penis to swell a bit in Cheryl's hand. She could see the mushroom head fill with more blood, causing it to expand a bit.

"Oh my God! It says 12 and a quarter now," said Cheryl, and she accidentally dropped the tape to the floor.

Next she just sat there, kneeling in front of the black giant, staring- as if hypnotized by his giant black snake bobbing directly in front of her face. As she breathed in his masculine scent, her pussy instantly seemed to take notice and began to drench itself. Her nipples became as hard as pebbles, pushing against her half shirt and sports bra. For some reason, orneriness overtook her, and she blew a light stream of air onto his cock, causing it to jerk a bit. 

"Mmmmm," Thomas moaned. Then he inched his way slightly closer to the blonde. She just continued to stare, as if in a complete trance, and blew a little bit more on his cock – causing it to leap again. 

It was exciting to the young wife having such immediate control over something so impressive as Thomas's cock, and as the strong masculine aroma continued to fill her senses, it seemed to dull her reasoning a bit.

Since Cheryl didn't move away, Thomas inched a bit closer still, his cock now about an inch from her mouth. She pursed her lips and lightly blew again. This time, his cock jerked up, and touched her lips.

She didn't move.

She puckered up a bit, and lightly kissed the tip of his cock.

Thomas moaned..."mmmmmm," and inched forward a bit more.

As Cheryl stared up his giant cock, slightly cross-eyed, she lost the little bit of self-restraint she had come in with. Quicker than she could talk herself out of it, she opened her mouth – sucking the giant head into her mouth. 

Even just the head was a tight squeeze in her mouth. She marveled at how much different it was having Thomas in her mouth than Chris. With her husband, she easily fit his entire erect penis into her mouth and still had room for her tongue to work. With Thomas, she could barely fit more than the head in, but she did manage to tickle the bottom of his giant cock head with her tongue. She ran her tongue down that sensitive area just below the head, sucking it further into her mouth. A couple more inches disappeared into her mouth. 

Neither of them made a sound, until, Cheryl let out a very low moan.

She brought one of her hands up and gently cupped Thomas's massive balls. She placed her other hand on her pussy, rubbing it through her workout shorts as hard as she could manage.

"mmmmm," came a moan from Thomas as he lifted both hands and placed them gently on the back of Cheryl's head, feeling her silky hair under his hands. He pulled only slightly, wedging more dick into her already full mouth.

This was all the encouragement she needed. She reached up with her hand and unsnapped her shorts, sliding the zipper down. As she started to bob her head onto her husband's boss's cock, her other hand slipped inside her shorts – found the elastic line of her panties, and slipped beneath it. Here she found her newly shaven pussy. Her hand slipped ever lower, until her eager hand found her sopping pussy. 

As she continued to suck Thomas with as much enthusiasm as she had ever shown – in spite of the fact that she could only fit the first few inches of his monster cock into her mouth, she started to furiously masturbate her own pussy in hard and fast circles. She didn't want to prolong this cum. She needed release-- NOW. She matched the tempo of bobbing her head and rubbing with her fingers. It wouldn't take her long. She HAD to feel that release.

Thomas stared down at his employee's wife in disbelief and awe. He NEVER thought she would willingly kneel before him, and take his cock into her beautiful mouth. She looked hotter than any porn princess with her beautiful white face stuffed with his giant hardness. What's more, he could tell it was really turning her on too, as he could see her own hand shamelessly playing with her pussy beneath him! This was beyond his imaginations as he had masturbated earlier. Suddenly he felt that familiar tingling in his balls. His gentle touch suddenly turned aggressive as his excitement intensified. He grabbed a handful of hair in each hand, and started fucking Cheryl's face with his giant cock. She struggled to keep up with him and not to choke.

Thomas let go of the blonde wife's hair, and bending down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Before Cheryl knew what was happening, he had pulled it up to where his cock was wedged in her mouth. He pushed her head back off his cock for a split second so that the shirt could be taken off. Cheryl felt herself fighting him to keep the cock wedged in her mouth. As soon as he had freed the shirt and started fidgeting with her bra clip in the back, her mouth was right back on his cock, struggling to accommodate as much as she could.

As he freed the clip, Cheryl leaned forward, bringing both hands forward so that the garment could fall off onto the floor in front of her. Thomas looked down at the amazing sight in front of him. Now, in the clear light he could see the beautiful blonde in all her glory. Her hair slightly tousled from him grabbing it, his cock wedged in her mouth as far as it would go. He reached down with both hands and grabbed a breast in each hand, lifting, feeling the weight of her heavy tits. His fingers found her nipples and he began squeezing them with a bit of force. "MMMMMMM," moaned Cheryl onto his cock, as the excited wife struggled to take more of the mammoth cock into her mouth and throat.




The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 09



Thomas knew he was close now. Letting go of her hair, he gently touched her forehead at that moment with his hand, bending his head down next to her ear. "I'm going to cum baby," he whispered into her ear as he bent over to warn the young blond wife. As the air from his mouth made contact with her ear, it was all it took to push her over the edge completely!

Cheryl started cumming all over her hand, pussy, and panties. At the same time, she let out a bit of a loud scream, and shoved as much of Thomas's hard cock into her mouth and throat as could possibly fit.

This pushed the large black man over the edge as well. He threw his head back and let out a bit of a bellow, and started pumping his seed down the blond wife's throat into her willing stomach.

Cheryl's orgasm started to subside, but she kept Thomas's huge cock in her mouth, gently sucking as more and more of his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly, but couldn't keep up, and soon gagged and nearly choked, prompting him to pull out.

He was far from done cumming though, and proceeded to cover the blonde's face, hair, and chest with his cum.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!" yelled Thomas as he totally covered Cheryl in his cum.

Once done choking, Cheryl greedily gobbled Thomas's cock back into her mouth. She continued sucking on it, draining his nuts completely. She continued to suck until his cock started to go soft in her mouth and it started to tickle him a little bit.

"Oh baby, that was awesome!" said Thomas to the young blond.

This seemed to drag her out of her sexual daze. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and pulled her head off his cock.

"Oh no, we overdid it again," cried Cheryl.

"Hey, it's OK," soothed Thomas.

"No it isn't!" cried Cheryl, as she started to quickly put her bra back on. "Hand me my shirt please."

Thomas tossed her the shirt, sitting back to watch in awe as she dressed herself.

"I love my husband and don't want to cheat on him!"

"Baby, this isn't cheating. It's like being stuck on the elevator. We just got by a bit while they were gone," said Thomas.

This actually did seem to sooth her a bit. His huge cock was still dangling right in front of her face, and it almost seemed to hypnotize the young wife. 

"That thing is SO amazing said Cheryl," as she leaned forward again and planted another quick kiss on Thomas's softening cock.

"You better not do that anymore, or who KNOWS what might happen," laughed Thomas.

"Hmmm....I wonder," said Cheryl as she gave it another quick peck then got back to her feet quickly before he could react.

"I better get to the gym, and you better eat this meal I fixed you," said Cheryl as she bolted out the door before he could reply, running to her car, starting it up, and driving away.

Thomas suddenly realized that he might be a little late joining his wife tomorrow. He was going to make a quick pit-stop to begin his trip tomorrow.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 10



Chapter Ten – Cheryl Confesses

As Cheryl drove toward the gym she simply broke down. The tears poured down her cheeks, as the guilt became too much for her to bear.

"How could I betray Chris like that?" wept the young blonde to her self as she struggled to control her emotions as she drove down the road. "I'm turning into something that I swore I would never be."

It was good that she had a workout scheduled for that night. It served to keep her busy and her mind occupied and off of her troubles. It also helped to alleviate some stress. 

Even though she felt total guilt and complete remorse for what had happened today, from time to time, certain visions were totally take her off guard. She'd be driving along, concentrating on the road, when all at once a completely vivid vision would invade her mind. She would see Thomas reclining in his chair, stroking the most incredible cock she had ever seen. Her mind's eye would stop right on the image, studying the amazing sight. And her pussy would start to simply drip. 

These images were absolutely driving her crazy. Each time one would come to her, she would get an overwhelming desire to reach down and touch herself. To tease her eager pussy into an intense orgasm, just as she had done when she was on her knees worshipping that amazing cock with her mouth. And the images came at the most inopportune times. Like when she was driving, or trying to lift weights, or talking to someone. There was simply no predicting when they would jump into the young blonde's mind and take over control of her though process.

Cheryl knew what she had to do. She loved Chris with all her heart, and there was simply no way she could keep something like this from him. After all, it was him who agreed to allow Thomas to rub that amazing cock all over her in the first place. So, like it or not, he was at least partially to blame for what occurred today.

Chris had traveled to Europe a couple days ago on business, as a favor to Thomas and Belinda when Belinda's father had injured himself during the recent blackout. Europe was 7 hours ahead in time, so Chris had agreed to call Cheryl at midnight her time/7 am his time, just before he left for work that day.

Cheryl spent the time just before this call torturing her self with how she would confess to her husband. She had rehearsed the scene over and over in her mind – trying different tacts each time. Finally, after agonizing over the confession for hours, the young blonde decided that the best approach would be and honest, frank, heartfelt confession. She wouldn't sugar coat it, she would simply tell her husband like it is, and remind him that she was still completely in love with him and that she felt horrible over what had occurred.

Cheryl's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone.

"Hello," answered Cheryl.

"Hey, how's my favorite girl in the entire world?" asked Chris. He obviously was missing his hot young wife, and his enthusiasm showed through in his voice. "Man did I have a horrible flight! My flight into O'hare was delayed 2 hours, which caused me to miss my international flight. I had to wait another 6 hours in Chicago to catch the next one. By the time I got here I was completely exhausted!"

Cheryl listened intently, but if she had later been quizzed on what her husband was telling her, she likely could not have repeated it very well. Her mind was still on what she had to tell him.

"Chris, there's something I need to tell you," said Cheryl in a very serious tone that immediately captured Chris's full attention.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I've debated for hours about how to tell you this, but I've decided to just tell you EXACTLY what happened. I love you more than anything, and the last thing I want is to lose you. However, something happened, and I feel absolutely awful about it."

"OK, I'm listening."

"Well, when we all decided that you would go to Europe in place of Thomas, Belinda asked another favor of me. She asked me to prepare one hot meal for Thomas the night before he would go to join her. I loved the idea of getting to let someone else try my spaghetti to see if they would like it as much as you."

"Hey – your spaghetti IS totally awesome," interjected Chris.

"Yeah. Well, I prepared it all, and took it over to him on the way to my workout. Belinda had asked me to sneak in the back, prepare it all, then surprise him – otherwise he'd never accept the gift. So, that's what I did."

"You women are so sneaky," laughed Chris. "Actually that sounds like a really nice thing to do for them, so what's the problem baby?"

"Well, I followed her instructions to the letter. I went to their house, setup all the food in the kitchen, and was going to creep into the living room and scare Thomas just for fun. What I didn't anticipate was...when I crept in on him, he was sitting in his recliner with a magazine, his shorts pulled down masturbating. Just as I came in he looked up."

"Oh my. That MUST have been embarrassing," replied Chris, starting to feel some concern for his wife. He could hear the edge in her voice, and knew she felt really bad.

"So, he pretty much jumped up, pulled up his shorts, and was apologizing all over the place. I should have just told him it was ok and got the heck outta there, but I stayed for awhile to let him know it was OK and that I wasn't upset or mad at him – that it was just an accident. Unfortunately, things wound up getting out of hand. He wound up showing it to me again – and I wound up getting him off again," finished Cheryl as she began to openly weep on the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey. Cheryl, it's all right. Don't keep torturing yourself over this. I know you're upset. I'm not sure HOW I feel about this yet, and this is kind of a bad time to try to discuss it. I see my driver has arrived downstairs and I have to go. Maybe that's for the best. I'll have some time to mull this all over in my mind and we can talk more about it when I get home tonight. No matter what, you need to know that I love you."

This pushed Cheryl over the edge. She was opening sobbing. "Chris, I am SO SORRY. I love you too! I never meant for it to happen."

"OK honey. We'll talk more tonight. I really have to run now."

"OK. Bye."

"Bye".

Cheryl was so upset as she went to sleep that night that she cried herself to sleep. This was the way her conscious mind felt about what had happened between her and Thomas. Her sub-conscious mind seemed to feel differently, as she had a restless sleep. She kept dreaming of Thomas, and his incredible black cock. One minute he was fucking her tits with it, the next minute it was lodged deep in her throat. In that last dream he was just about to begin pushing that huge/wonderful cock into her little pussy when....

"RING!"

"Huh?"

"RING!"

"MMMMMM,"

"RING!"

"Oh shit, the phone's ringing," said a groggy Cheryl to herself. It was 9:00am, and Thomas had gotten done working for the day in Europe.

"Hello," answered Cheryl.

"So was it totally HOT?" came the voice on the other end.

"What?" asked Cheryl, still drowsy, and completely horny.

"I said was it totally HOT? Touching his giant cock again?" asked Chris, his voice thick with excitement.

"Scorching," answered the young wife honestly. "I guess you've decided that you're not mad about what happened then?" 

"Only under one condition," replied Chris.

"And what would that be, my big, strong man?" smiled Cheryl into the phone.

"If you tell me every detail of it, how it felt, how it smelt, what got you to do it. If you tell me every detail of it, and make me cum over the phone right now....I think will totally forgive the whole thing. The ONLY thing that bothers me about this – I've decided – is that you did it behind my back, without me knowing about it. Had you asked me about it – or perhaps even let me participate in some way, like on the elevator, it would have been fine. So, to fix that whole thing, I will participate by you telling me about it and getting me off."

"I couldn't believe what I was looking at as I entered the living room. He was laying back, stroking his cock very roughly. I've never handled a cock that roughly – I would almost think it would hurt?"

"Sometimes rough can be better," answered Chris. "Continue. I'm laying on my bed in my hotel, totally naked, my cock is rock hard, and I'm slowly stroking it as you talk to me."

"MMMMM...if I were there, I'd take your cock all the way into my mouth and let you cum in my mouth," breathed Cheryl heavily into the phone. The naughtiness of talking dirty to her husband, coupled with already being heated up by the nights dreaming had her motor running already!

"Cheryl there are rules for this talk!" said Chris sternly.

"Number One: You are not allowed to talk to me at all from this point forward, except to tell me details of what happened. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Number Two: You are not allowed to get off while we talk. No touching your pussy, no making yourself cum. You already had your fun, now it's MY turn. You have to get me off. Next time we talk, I'll get you off," said Chris to his wife.

"MMMMM...Agreed. So I'm standing there in the doorway looking at him. He has no idea I'm there. He's looking at a dirty magazine and playing with his cock. I totally did not know what to do. I just kept inching my way into the room – captivated by the sight of his spectacular cock. I was drawn to it, like a magnet. As I stood there, I felt my pussy instantly get wet. My nipples were rock hard. I wanted to touch myself. I guess I made some noise, because he looked up. He jumped, and kinda fell and hit his head."

"When he did that, I tried to go to help him and I fell down. Next thing I knew, he had pulled up his shorts (though I was sad to see it) and sat me down on the couch next to him. He started talking to me. I don't remember what he was saying. I just kept looking at his cock underneath his shorts. It was huge. It was hard and throbbing, and there was a wetspot beginning to show. God Chris, I was so turned on!"

"MMMMM...this is so hot Cheryl. I'm just barely touching my cock now, if I do much more than that, I will shoot. Hurry, tell me the rest!"

"I don't really remember everything. At some point I went to leave, and he stood up, begged me to stay, and pulled down his shorts again. He asked if he could once again rub it on my tummy. I said no, but he begged, and I agreed as long as it didn't get out of hand."

"mmmmm...then what?"

"Well, I asked him how big it was."

"I've wondered that too," admitted Chris.

"He said he didn't know, but took out a tape and told me to measure it. I did, but to do it, I had to hold the monster. It felt so HOT and so HARD. I've never felt a dick that felt that HARD before baby. It's like it wasn't made of flesh and blood at all! He was truly the man of steel!"

"So how big was it?" asked Chris.

"It was over 12" long! To measure it I was kneeling before him. At some point...I just stared at it....it truly hypnotized me, I think. It smelled so masculine-and strong-it drove me crazy. I put my mouth on it, and before I knew what I was doing, I was sucking on it."

"OHHHHH Myyyyy...mmmmmmmm," said Chris as he looked down at his own throbbing erection, wishing it was even half that large.

"The weird thing was though, it was hard to suck him. You know how I can suck you all the way in my mouth – and how I can tickle your balls with my tongue while I'm doing it?"

"Oh yeah...mmmmmm," said Chris as he franticly pulled on his hard cock.

"Well there was no way of doing that to him. Baby, the head of his cock barely fit into my mouth. It was like the size of a tangerine – and I'm not exaggerating. His cock seemed to have a life of it's own, and it was totally controlling me. All I wanted was to please it, to make it shoot."

"AHHHHH...MMMMMM...Cheryl, this is so HOT," said Chris.

"I guess he was pretty turned on too, because it wasn't long before he started cumming. Did you notice how much he came on the elevator?" asked Cheryl.

"No, I was lost in my own cum at the time," replied Chris.

"The man cums like several cups of hot, gooey, warm sperm. He filled my mouth overflowing. I swallowed as much as I could as fast as I could, but I couldn't hope to keep up with it. One he came I felt really guilty so I ran outta there as fast as I could."

"OHHHHHHHH!" Cheryl heard in the phone.

"You ok Chris?" asked Cheryl.

"Ummm...yeah. I just came all over myself!"

"Oh baby, I'm so glad you had a good cum!"

"Yep. Now I totally forgive you. Only – did you tell me EVERYTHING?"

"I think so. Oh yeah...while I was sucking him, I shoved my fingers into my pussy and made myself cum."

"MMMMM...you shouldn't have left that part out. SO I guess you got off on his big black cock?"

"Chris, it was so amazing. Yeah I did get off on it. Just the thought that I could make it get that big and hard – and shoot that much cum. It was hard not doing more baby. But I love you. And I did NOT want to cheat on you at all!"

"I understand Cheryl. I don't REALLY consider this cheating. You did good. My only desire is that you NEVER do anything like that again – unless we agree on it ahead of time. AND, as a punishment, you're not allowed to make yourself cum again until I get back home...so you'll be good & hot and ready for your man when he gets back."

"OK. I can do that for you baby. I'm so glad you're not mad at me. I've been absolutely sick over this. And it's good to have it off my chest," beamed Cheryl.

"Just one question," said Chris, with some concern in his voice.

"Yeah?"

"After tasting that big giant cock – over a foot long – will you ever be happy with my little 5 inch cock?" asked Chris.

Cheryl smiled. She decided not to remind him that it was really closer to 4.5 inches. "Baby, you're all the man this woman needs! Just hurry up and get home so you can take care of these animal desires that are rising up in me!"

"I'll be home in about another week and a half baby. I better go now. I love you."

"Love you too baby. Bye."

"Bye."



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11



Chapter Eleven – Surprise Visitor

The next morning Cheryl woke up feeling extremely horny. All those dreams and reliving the whole experience with Thomas had her juices churning! Cheryl definitely knew it would be hard to fulfill her husband's wish for her not to make herself cum before he got back. She was determined to do it for him though. If that's all the man asked to forgive her for sucking off Thomas while he was out of the country on business, then she could surely do that for him.

She decided the best way to behave would be to keep herself very busy. She decided to throw on her bikini, layout for a couple hours, and while she was doing that, plan out all of her activities for the remaining days until Chris would return.

Cheryl threw on her black & white two piece bikini, and headed to their backyard which was surrounded by a 6 foot privacy fence around the in ground pool. She went back there with the intentions of planning her activities, but unfortunately, due to the lack of sleep from all of the intense dreaming and phone-sex the night before, she instead drifted off to a deep-hard sleep.

Cheryl was awakened by the sound of the dog barking and growling loudly in the house. She sat up, dazed and confused, and listened for a second. Suddenly, she heard her doorbell ringing.

The young blonde sprung to her feet, grabbed her robe, and rushed inside the house to see who it could be. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone, and she could only hope it wasn't some other problem.

AS she peaked through the viewer on her door, she saw Thomas standing on her front porch. He was reaching for the bell again. Just as he was pressing it, Cheryl unlocked the door and opened it.

"Thomas! I thought you had to work today then you were heading out to be with Belinda," said Cheryl with a concerned tone in her voice.

"Well, I just had to come over, because I was worried and wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?" asked Thomas.

"Of course. Come in," answered Cheryl as she opened the door for him, stepping back to allow the large man to enter her home. Once again, Cheryl found herself amazed at how large this man was. He barely fit through their front door.

"So what's the problem Thomas?" asked Cheryl.

"Well, there are a couple of things that are bothering me, and I just wanted to talk through them with you. After you left yesterday I got a horrible case of the guilts. You see, I NEVER wanted to cheat on Belinda. I love her more than anything in the world. I was determined that the day on the elevator would never happen again, but I just find you so attractive, and so darned right sexy that I couldn't help myself yesterday. And you sucked my cock SO good – it was simply amazing," said Thomas.

Cheryl felt her cheeks burning as she blushed from the compliments and the graphic words from the large black man. Something about his presence seemed to have an odd effect on her. While she was normally a fairly self-confident and take-charge kind of person, whenever Thomas was around, she found herself feeling very subservient to him. She yearned to wait on him – to please him – in any way possible.

"I understand Thomas. I felt really bad too. In fact, I had to call Chris and confess it all to him," admitted Cheryl.

"Oh yeah? Is he angry?" asked Thomas.

"He was a bit at first, but then he got so turned on by me describing it that he wound up jacking off until he came. He just made me promise not to masturbate again until he got back so I'd be very worked up for him when he got back," blushed Cheryl.

"Oh yeah? That's hilarious," laughed Thomas.

"Yeah, real hilarious. After yesterday, I'm sure I'm going to be climbing the walls by the time he gets back in another week and a half!" complained Cheryl, also laughing with Thomas.

"Well, there are a couple other things I need to talk to you about. A couple of things that simply don't seem fair to me," said Thomas as he looked the young blonde wife in the eyes.

"What's that?" asked Cheryl, feeling herself melting under his gaze. She suddenly felt silly standing there in her cottony pink bath robe.

"Well, it seems to me that you've seen me either partially or completely naked a couple of different times, right?" asked Thomas.

"I guess so, though I couldn't really see much on the elevator," answered Cheryl.

"Well, you certainly could last night."

"Ummm...yeah, I got a pretty good look then," blushed Cheryl again feeling herself becoming aroused again.

"It seems to me that I should get to see you too. I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I find you extremely attractive, so it only seems fair that I should get to see you naked too!"

"Hmmm... I don't know Thomas," said Cheryl as she started to back away.

"Well I do!" said Thomas, closing the gap between them, grabbing her robe, and pulling it apart somewhat roughly.

"OH!" exclaimed Cheryl. She stared with a surprised expression on her face up at Thomas as he looked down at her.

As he tore open her robe, her rather small, 2 piece, black bikini came into his view, revealing her large, white breasts that seemed to just barely be contained by swimsuit top.

Cheryl was not at all expecting her own reaction as she felt completely overwhelmed by his unexpected action. In the back of her mind she was afraid that she might cheat again on Chris, but she did have to admit that it really wasn't fair all the times that she had seen him, but he had never really gotten to see her. And no matter what these still soft voices were saying to her, her body was once again betraying her. Her nipples were so hard she knew they were very visible through her top to Thomas's keen gaze. As she looked down, she could see them pointing straight out through her bikini top. Not to mention the fact that her panties felt so damp, she feared that the wetness might show through them at any time. It was like her body was completely eager to comply with Thomas's wishes, that it also wanted her to appear nude before this dominant male. 

As he stood there, staring at her, she trembled a bit. "Thomas, I don't kn-know if I can do this," she stammered up at him.

He just smiled down at her as he moved up to her, reaching around to the little tie that held her swimsuit top up. He had been thinking about this and planning it every since the young blonde wife had left his house last night. He knew that tonight he would have her no matter what. He found the tie and pulled on it, causing the top to slip away and allowing her breasts to jump out as they were freed from their confine. No man but her husband had ever really seen her bare breasts before – not like this, not in the broad daylight, and suddenly she felt a bit bashful, and held her arms across her chest trying to hide them.

"Thomas, I don't know about this...," she stammered.

Thomas looked down at her, and felt more excited than he ever had in his life. She looked so innocent, and so beautiful, and so sexy all at the same time. He felt his cock surge in his pants.

He grabbed each of her arms and looked into her eyes. "There's another thing that's not really fair though. And I'm not into accepting charity. You've made me cum twice now, and I've NEVER done anything for you," said Thomas as he backed the small blonde up to the couch behind her. He gently pushed, and she fell backward onto her butt. She threw her arms out in an attempt to catch herself, which gave Thomas a spectacular view of her perfect tits bouncing as she fell.

Thomas instantly fell to his knees in front of the young blonde on the couch. She felt his hand grab her bikini bottom and she moaned as his knuckles ran across her bare sex as he reached inside them. She instantly knew that he would be able to tell how aroused she was when he felt how wet they were and she blushed with shame. 

Thomas did indeed feel her wetness, and it only fueled his already blazing fire of lust for the young blonde. As abruptly as when he tore her robe off, he grabbed her bikini bottoms on both sides and starting pulling. He nearly pulled her off the couch toward him, until she quickly lifted her ass up to allow him to pull them off. He took them down, then off, then threw them across the room.

Cheryl sat her naked ass back down on the couch. She was now completely naked before her towering giant, as he stared up at her from the floor. 

The clock chime went off on the mantle, which took Cheryl's eyes off of Thomas for just a moment. Suddenly, she jumped as she felt something flick along her labia. She looked down between her breasts into Thomas's eyes that were staring up at her. His mouth was now completely on her pubic mound. They continued to hold one another's gaze as Thomas leaned forward on all fours and kissed her pussy causing the younge blonde to jump and let out a small moan.

Cheryl hated herself for how badly she wanted this. She could not remember the last time her pussy had been licked. It was truly one of her favorite things, but Chris really didn't do this for her very often. With the events of the recent days, she suddenly became aware of just how badly she truly wanted this though.

Suddenly Cheryl's clitoris became extremely engorged. Thomas noticed this and he began to nibble and lick all around it. Losing any manner of self-restraint, she raised her hips to meet the thrusts of his tongue and she reached out and grabbed both sides of his head with her hands, trying to pull him even closer still. 

Cheryl knew her orgasm was close, and she had never been more eager for one to come. She felt his tongue thrusting in and out of her and she was certain at that moment that even it was far larger than her husband's penis. 

"Oh MY GOD, I'm going to cuummm, YEESSS!!" 

Cheryl literally screamed as her first orgasm with a man other than her husband exploded through her. Suddenly Cheryl erupted into the largest orgasm she had ever had in her life, and just like that night with her husband, she actually squirted cum everywhere! It shot all over Thomas's face, all over the couch, all over the floor. Cheryl let out yet another scream, and fell back onto the couch, her legs spread wide, her arms at her sides, panting, exhausted from the best orgasm of her life. 

When she opened her eyes and looked back up, Thomas had stood up and removed all of his clothes. He stood before her completely naked with that magnificent enormous cock angled directly at her wet, bald pussy.

All she could do was stare at it. She could almost feel her pussy opening itself up to it. She wanted it so badly. Worse than anything she had ever wanted in her entire life. She wanted to be completely owned by this giant black cock. Nothing could ever feel more natural. But having cum, she had also come back to those dreaded guilt feelings.

"Oh Thomas baby, you can't," said Cheryl reluctantly. Almost afraid that he would listen to her.

"I don't want to actually fuck you....I just wondered how it would feel if I just rubbed it on there a little bit," said Thomas as he slowly walked toward her.

"MMMMMM...ok, just rub it on there a little bit, but you can't fuck me, OK?" asked Cheryl in a voice that sounded anything but resolute.

Thomas said nothing, but grabbed his hard cock and started rubbing it all up and down her completely wet and bald little pussy. He dropped down on his knees in front of the couch, and started emulating a fucking motion. Only, he was just rubbing his 12 inches across her pussy.

This continued for an eternity. His hard rod was rubbing right against her clit, and Cheryl felt the tingles of another orgasm approaching.

Suddenly, as he was rocking back and forth, on the backward thrust, his cock slipped just a little bit, and the head lined up perfectly with her open and wet pussy, lodging there for just a moment. Both of them stared down at this sight. It was truly the most erotic thing Cheryl had ever seen in her life. This giant cock poised at the entrance of her tight little pussy. Thomas didn't move.

Cheryl couldn't help herself. She put her feet on the edges of the couch, and lifted her ass a bit, causing the cock to sink in, just past the head.

"MMMMMMMMMMM," moaned Cheryl.

"Isn't that just the sweetest sight you've ever seen?" asked Thomas.

"FUCK ME NOW," screamed Cheryl up at him.

"Yes maam," answered Thomas...as he pushed a bit more in. 3-4 inches had now disappeared inside of Cheryl's tight pussy. She already felt more filled than she ever had during any sex with her husband, and a good 8 inches of cock could still be seen. 

"I don't know if I can take it all Thomas," said Cheryl as she looked up at him.

"We'll just take our time baby," answered Thomas. And he began to slowly fuck the young wife. He would pull almost all the way out, then he would slowly inch his way back in. He continued this for nearly 20 minutes, gradually working in another inch, then another, and another, until Cheryl finally felt his huge balls slapping against her ass as he was completely buried inside her.

Cheryl reached up and grabbed him at this point. She wrapped her legs around him and held him tight to her. She didn't want him to move for a moment. She just wanted to feel completely filled.

Suddenly Thomas became a man possessed though. Looking down at the hot blonde beneath him, feeling her tight pussy around his cock, he was more aroused than he had ever been. He started to seriously FUCK the young blonde. He would pull nearly all the way out, then he would pound all 12 inches back in. He was plowing her HARD, causing the couch to bang against the wall as he did. Each bang of the couch produced a squeal from Cheryl as she was receiving the fucking of her life. Thomas's shear athleticism was something that Cheryl had never experienced before. He was seriously hammering her.

"OHHHH-OH-OH-OH," said Cheryl in time with the pounding that was going on within her. Then she felt another orgasm. This one much deeper than anything she had ever experienced.

She let out a ear piercing scream as the best orgasm she had ever experienced rocketed through her body.

This did nothing to slow Thomas's attack though. He looked a bit scarey as Cheryl looked up at him. He had a bead of sweat across his brow, his tongue was wagging out a bit, and he had the most determined look in his eye that she had ever seen.

Cheryl had another series of small orgasms, and still the pounding persisted. She heard of anyone going on this long. She was certain it had been at least 45 minutes of hard pounding before suddenly she sensed a change in Thomas. He let out a bit of a growl in his throat, then:

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

At the same time as Thomas howled, she felt his huge penis swell a bit inside her. She could actually feel his heart rate throbbing through the massive cock, then she literally felt him showering her pussy with his cum. IT completely overfilled her, and started running all down her ass crack – all over the couch, puddling with her huge cum from before. She momentarily hoped that she would be able to get the stains out, then she simply passed out.

She woke about half an hour later. Thomas was asleep on top of her. His cock was still inside her, only it had grown soft. Even being soft, his cock was still considerably larger than Chris's, and Cheryl suddenly realized that she was quite sore.

"Thomas," she whispered in his ear.

"Hmmmm?" he awoke, and looked down at her. He looked at her with all the admiration and affection – that she suddenly felt as if she was floating.

Thomas lowered his face to hers, and kissed her for the very first time. It was a gentle, loving kiss. His tongue gently touched her lips, and she opened hers to accept it. They held each other in this position for what seemed an eternity, and Cheryl could feel Thomas's cock, throbbing back to an erect state.

"I need it again," said Thomas.

"Me too," answered Cheryl as she smiled up at him, amazed that he would be able to go again this soon after shooting so much cum into her.

This time was almost an exact opposite of the first, however. Thomas leaned back down and started kissing Cheryl again. Slow, gentle, loving kisses. Kisses that she absolutely craved. Kisses that she seldom EVER received, and she drank them in like a parched woman. As he kissed her, he slowly moved his hips, rubbing his cock way up inside her – making slow gentle love to her this time.

He reached up one of his hands and cupped her breast. He pulled back from a kiss and whispered into her mouth – "You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. I fell in love with these the first time I ever saw them" then he lowered his mouth to her breast and began licking her nipple. He then sucked as much of her large breast as he could fit into his mouth, all the while continuing the slow gently fucking.

Cheryl felt herself approaching another orgasm. She never wanted this to stop. She wasn't sure, but she may even prefer this slow, intensely passionate love making over the wonderful pounding she had just received.

Not to make the other one feel left out, Thomas switched to Cheryl other breast. First licking the nipple a bit, then sucking in the majority of her breast into his mouth, all the while working his tongue across her erect nipple.

As he continued to slowly fuck her and worship her tits, Cheryl bent down and started licking Thomas's hear with her tongue. She would lick a bit, then lightly blow into his ear. Each time she would do this, he would plunge a little harder into her. This wonderful love making continued for hours. They figured out what the other one liked in this time period – figuring out how to push the other one over the edge into another orgasm. Cheryl had lost track of the orgasms, and forgotten how sore she was as the beautiful fuck marathon went on all afternoon and into the evening.

Once again, they fell asleep in each others arms. It was 7:00pm when the clock chiming awoke Cheryl again.

"THOMAS! Don't you have to go meet Belinda?" asked Cheryl.

"HMMMM? OH my. What time is it?" asked a groggy Thomas.

"I think it's 7 at night!"

"SHIT!" said Thomas as he jumped up. In jumping up, his cock pulled out of Cheryl's pussy for the first time in hours. It stung more than just a little bit for Cheryl when he pulled out. She grimaced a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry! Did I hurt you baby?" asked Thomas.

"It's OK! Just hurry! I don't want to get you in trouble with Belinda!"

"Don't worry baby. I'll just tell her I got stuck at work," said Thomas as he started frantically looking for his underwear.

Cheryl just lay on the couch, staring at his amazing cock again. Completely soft it had to be about 8 inches long. It still amazed her. When he found his briefs and pulled them up over it, she felt extremely saddened to no longer see it.

"Wait a second," she said from the couch.

"What's wrong baby?" asked Thomas.

"Well, if you've got to go, and I know you do – this might be the last time I ever get to see it...," Cheryl said as she got up from the couch, dropped to her knees, and walked over to him on her knees. She then proceeded to pull his briefs down so that his large cock popped back into view.

"I'd like to give it a kiss goodbye," said Cheryl as she winked up at Thomas.

"By all means baby," reponded Thomas.

Cheryl extended her tonge to the head of his mammoth cock. She gently licked around the head for awhile, causing it to leap, and to start to get hard again. As she gently took the head into her mouth, she inhaled his wonderful manly scent, and she could also smell her pussy all over his cock. For some reason, this only excited her all the more as she started to devour him. With his cock not all the way hard, she was able to take him all the way into her mouth & throat all the way down to his balls. AS she did this she sucked and ran her tongue all along the bottom of his cock.




The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11.1



Note to the readers:

This is the first story posted to lit. It actually goes way toward the end of the Cheryl series. (Think of it as being like Star Wars or something).

Also note, this is the next logical chapter after the surprise visit and BEFORE the New Years Party.

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The room was dark, but it started coming into focus as my eyes slowly fluttered open. The room was dimly light by the flashing light from the VCR clock which had not been reset after a recent power outage.

I found myself squinting, looking at the glowing green clock, trying to make out the time, in spite of the fact that it was flashing a continuous 12:30 for the last two days, and figure out just exactly where I was.

At some point I must have nodded off to sleep during the movie we had been watching. The TV had long ago been shut off, leaving my husband and myself, snuggled together on the floor with another couple and a single young black gentleman who was close friends with my husbands sister (Tammy). We all wound up having to spend the night on that cold and stormy December night.

The storm had blown up almost out of nowhere and without warning on the night that we went to visit Tammy and her family. Coincidentally, they were having a small party for her husband's work at their house that night, and several other couples also happened to be there.

As evening approached, four inches of snow had fallen within a half an hour and the winds had picked up, making the roads rather quickly turn to a drifted danger zone. Most of the couples started to leave early, but it became apparent that those of us who had traveled much of a distance might have to consider staying.

Our hosts cordially offered my husband, myself, another couple and Bob the comfort of their living room furniture and floor as refuge from the mounting blizzard outside. It had gotten later, conversations had dwindled down, and a perfectly forgettable movie with Clint Eastwood was put on to help us all get to sleep.

As I lay there awake, trying to remember just where in the world I was, it occurred to me that I was suddenly wide awake -- and going straight back to sleep would likely prove hopeless. 

As I lay there, I commanded my body to go back to sleep, but it simply wasn't listening. So I lay there trying to remember exactly when, during the movie, I had fallen asleep. I was actually laying on the couch asleep, and my husband was slumped over in the old brown recliner. 

Teresa and Bob were snoozing on the floor with a blanket over them. Slightly separated from the couple, lay Tyrone, tightly zipped up in a sleeping bag, and sleeping soundly. 

The kitchen light was still on and I could see that we had actually left the living room in a bit of a mess. We had made daiquiris throughout the evening, and I could make out the empty bottle of Tequila laying over on the floor next to the chair where my husband Chris lay gently snoring.

As I struggled to remember when I had fallen asleep, my mind jumped back to some of the crazy things that had happened earlier in the evening.

Even though we were visiting his sister and attending a small Christmas party, Chris had practically begged me to dress a bit sexy that night. I reluctantly agreed to allow him to pick out my outfit for me that night, as long as he didn't take it too far overboard. 

I pretty much knew what he would pick for me to wear before he even did it anyway. Chris always loved when I would wear stockings and garter belts, normally a fairly low-cut blouse, high heels, and somewhat short miniskirts. I have a fairly new outfit just like this that is both his an my favorite. However, it is normally more for a night out on the town -- alone together -- than in a room full of strangers! 

I have to admit I was reluctant, and nervous, but Chris talked me into it when he told me his sister and their friends were not exactly overly conservative and that I certainly would NOT stand out in the crowd. I told him he better not be lying to me and that if I looked like a call girl on display amongst a room full of conservative old cronies that he would be sleeping on the couch. Little did I know, I would end up being the conservative one! (and ironically enough, sleeping on the couch myself!)

I did look pretty sexy that night, and it did not seem to escape the attention of many of the men at the party. Almost everyone at the party was a couple, with the exception of Tyrone. Not only was Tyrone the only black person at this party, but he stood out in many ways from the rest of the group. For one thing, he was at least a good foot to foot and a half taller than everyone in the room. And he wasn't just tall. He was a very large and muscular man. I found out sometime, during the course of the evening that he also played linebacker in a semi-professional football league back where he came from. And not only was he large, but he was also extremely attractive and had a wonderful personality and sense of humor to boot. So, needless to say, he seemed to capture and hold the center of attention from nearly everyone at the party that night.

Another person who seemed to capture the attention of the entire room was the wife of another of Tammy's friends. Her name was Teresa. All of my feelings of insecurity at what I had chosen to wear had melted away at the sight of this hot young blonde. She wore an outfit similar to mine, but it definitely pushed the limits more in every way than mine. She had on a low-cut blouse, a shorter than short black skirt that showed off her black stockings. I suspect she ALSO was wearing garters. This girl was a total fearless social flirt as well. Her husband didn't seem to mind at all either, even though she spent much of the night openly and obviously flirting with Tyrone! 

Myself, I tried to stick pretty close to my husband and blend! There were times during this evening where that would become rather difficult to do. In addition, there would be things I would learn about my husband, as well as myself that night! (Not to mention some fairly amazing things about Teresa and her husband!)

The snow had just started falling, and the party was at it's height, with roughly about 25 different couples milling throughout the house. I had met Tammy and her husband a couple of other times during the few short months Chris and I had been married. They were very nice people, great hosts, and threw a wonderful party.

The men at the party definitely noticed my outfit. On several occasions, when a wife wasn't looking, I caught guys trying to look down my top or checking out my legs. I have to admit it was a bit un-nerving to me, but I suspected that Chris was loving every minute of it! Wherever I went ---as long as Teresa wasn't in the same room, I found men staring. Teresa tended to be a bit of a show stealer though. I noticed that she had a bit of a large and fairly well defined bubble butt. This seemed to hypnotize guys wherever she went! I also noticed that Tyrone seemed to stick close by her and her husband as well. Like glue! I could tell, just from what I had seen so far that he was definitely infatuated with her! Her taking the limelight did not bother me at all. In fact, it was a bit of a relief. But when I did venture away from her, I was forever feeling the men of the rooms stares. At some point during the night, Tammy found me talking with a few couples in the living room. She came up & whispered to me:

"I think we're almost completely out of ice. Would you do me a huge favor and run down to the basement and grab a few bags & bring them up for me?"

"Sure, no problem. Are they in that large deep freeze down there?"

"Right. In that small little room in the back right corner of the basement!"

I knew where it was. I had seen that freezer earlier in the evening, so I headed down to help Tammy out.

The party was upstairs, so there was nobody down in the basement. I walked back to that corner room, opened the door, and started grouping around for a light in the dark room. Suddenly the light clicked on, startling me. Behind me was Tom, one of the guys who had secretly been checking me out when his wife wasn't looking.

"Looking for this?" he asked giggling at me as I jumped.

"Oh my God, you scared the crap outta me," I replied.

"HAHAHA! I'm sorry. I just came down to see if I could lend a hand," he answered.

"Yeah, I need to grab some ice," I said as I started clearing laundry and things off of the deep freeze.

Tom quickly closed the distance between us, and as I was bending over the freezer, suddenly I felt his arms go around me. He pressed his hardness into my behind as I suddenly felt both of his hands close around my breasts!

I was totally shocked! I spun around to totally lay into the guy. What NERVE! As I spun around, I saw my husband Chris was walking toward us behind Tom. I was feeling relieved, thinking Chris would certainly put this cocky jerk in his place. Suddenly, Tom's face went immediately to mine, and he grabbed me in a hard-powerful kiss. I was so surprised that I didn't know how to react! Suddenly I felt his tongue pushing into my mouth, and at the same time, as he leaned me back over the deep freeze, pinning my arms against it, he reached up into my blouse and started squeezing one of my breasts!

I pulled back, breathlessly, shaking my head back and forth. I looked for Chris, only to find him quietly standing back in the doorway WATCHING!

Tom was persistently nuzzling my neck as his hand found it's way under my bra to cup my bare breast! He started to suck, somewhat hardly on my neck, while his right hand toyed with my hardening nipple! I considered screaming for a moment, when all of the sudden, from the top of the stairs, Tammy called out:

"Cheryl, did you find the ice?"

"Yeah, I'm getting it," I managed to grunt from underneath Tom.

I looked up, and Chris was gone. Tom quickly got up and headed out of the room as I grabbed the ice and practically RAN back up the stairs to my rescuer Tammy. I was positively furious with Chris and vowed when I found him that he was going to have some explaining to do!

When I got upstairs, I found Chris. I stormed up to him and was ready to kill him.

"What the hell were you doing letting that guy paw me?" I demanded.

"I don't know. I just found it kinda hot. I would think you would have been complimented by it. He thought you were so hot he couldn't resist you."

Actually I DID feel a bit turned on by it all. As I surveyed the room, Tom was back over by his wife and they had started playing a board game with several other couples. I was half tempted to go up & ask his wife if she was aware of her little husband's behavior.

Chris handed me a rather strong Margarita at that point. I was still a bit hot about it all, but as I started drinking down the strong drink, it seemed to calm my nerves a bit. About that time Teresa and her husband came into the room. It was like clockwork, every male eye in the room turned to look at the little hottie with the bubble butt!

In the meantime, I polished off my drink, and Chris quickly handed me another. At this rate, I would be comfortably numb within the hour-a thought that truly didn't sound so bad to me at the moment. 

All these thoughts went through my memory as I continued to lie still on the couch, focusing my eyes on the semi-light room, looking at the wall, trying to pass the time, cursing my insomnia, hoping to eventually drift back off to sleep. Many of the events of the night seemed a bit blurry as I lay there. Chris continued to feed me alcohol, and I got totally hammered! At some point, another group started to play another game that Tammy's husband Phil had dreamed up.

"This is my 'special' game we always play when we host New Years Eve parties," explained Phil as he began hanging a large bunch of mistletoe over the door that lead into the kitchen. Next, he got several couples, including Chris and myself to agree to play. Once this was complete, he handed around large cups of 'Courage Punch', which was pretty much straight Vodka, to each participant.

Phil laughed and said, "OK, now drink up -- as much as you can -- and it will provide all kinds of courage!"

"Now, the way the game is played, a couple meets under the mistletoe and they have to kiss. The object of the game is NOT to be the one who BREAKS the kiss, or you lose!" said an excited Phil. Evidently, the difficulty in the game is that it is a good-natured and all in fun. However, the one who would break the kiss has to down a whole CUP of punch! The crowd watches and cheers and chants and taunts.

"Last year we had seven couples and one stag man at our New Year's Eve party, so he had a LOT of fun," beamed Phil.

The game began, and I got selected fairly quickly by the lurch Tom who had gotten handsy in the basement. We met under the mistletoe, and he wasted no time in shoving his tongue in my mouth, much to the crowds excitement! This was all a bit much for me, so I fairly quickly broke! So, I had to rather quickly down the punch. I was REALLY smashed after that, and sat on the couch to join the crowd.

Tom got to pick again, so he picked Teresa -- of course. She was totally fearless, and kissed Tom back with all the gusto that he could ever want! As the kissing continued, Teresa reached behind Tom and firmly grabbed his ass in both hands, making him jump a bit, and break contact! The whole room went nuts, cheering. 

"Hey, that's not fair," said Tom, feeling beaten a bit!

The game went on, with couples getting braver and braver. However, the weather started to turn bad, so people were starting to leave. It was about to break up when Tom got to select again, and he picked me. 

"OK, but this is the last round," said Phil, since folks were leaving and soon there wouldn't be enough people to keep it interesting.

I was feeling no pain by this point, and had already broken away from two men. I was determined that this would be my round, after watching how easily Teresa had handled Tom earlier.

We met under the mistletoe, and he began kissing me very pasionately. This time I teased him back by running my tongue in and out of his mouth. Everyone was cheering and watching to see who would stop first.

Determined not to be beaten this time, he put his hand inside my low-cut blouse and began copping a feel of my breast through my bra! The crowd went wild! I saw Chris laughing and cheering and yelling for Tom to keep going!

In an effort to make him pull away, I reached down and began pulling his zipper open! The crowd laughed and then roared as Tom bent me slightly backwards and started pulling the hem of my dress up!

I almost pulled away at that point, but I glanced over and noticed a gleam in Chris's eye, and became more resolved to continue. The hem of my dress continued up and up until it was at my waist, fully exposing my stocking tops and panties to everyone in the room!

We still didn't break and I didn't know what to do to stop him! Suddenly his hands pulled my panties off my hips and they fell to my ankles, baring my neatly trimmed pussy to the crowd!!

At this point, there wasn't as much cheering going on and I finally realized that things had gotten way too far out of hand! I tried to pull away, but Tom had a really tight grip on me. Before I finally got free, he managed to get his finger slightly into my dripping wet pussy!

Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of the wives left, leaving only those of us who would be staying the night.

Teresa came up to me -- "Hey, you were close! You shoulda grabbed his cock, then you probably woulda won!"

We all laughed whole heartedly at this. Teresa was so open and free. I really had to admire her bravery and wish I was more like her. The rest of the evening went without much incident. Chris was so impressed with my little display that I could tell he was MAJORLY horny...but he was also majorly drunk, and before long had passed out ---like a dead man, on the recliner for the night. Shortly after that, Teresa and her man made their beds to lie down, and Tyrone positioned himself right next to them on the floor, tightly zipped up in a sleeping bag to stay warm. We put the movie on, and pretty much everyone fell off in a fairly hard drunken slumber.

Which brings us back to now!

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a movement to my right. Teresa seemed to be stirring a bit. Without moving my head I looked over to her. Even in dim light it was obvious that she was quite an attractive woman. I thought I remembered Chris telling me at some point the night before that she was some sort of dancer. I remember at the time noticing how well toned and in great shape she was and how very realistic of a thought that truly was.

Her hair was a very light blonde and her skin was a dark bronze from tanning. Her green eyes were ever bright and truly served as a portal to an adventurous and exciting person. Her graceful movements almost gave an illusion of making her seem taller than she actually was, but in reality she only stood about five foot five inches. 

As I lay there secretly watching her turning ever so softly I realized that I was really enjoyed being able to stare at her for a moment. I realized that you seldom have a chance to really drink a person in and examine them fully, especially when other people are around. I'm not at all lesbian, or even bi, but Teresa was certainly a site to behold.

That thought made me look up and across the room, feeling guilty I saw my sleeping husband. As long as he slept I decided to give myself the pleasure of looking at our new mutual friend. Teresa continued to wrestle with sleep. I thought perhaps she was feeling uncomfortable because of the unfamiliar sleeping arrangements. I hoped she wouldn't wake. I was enjoying my secret, quite time with her and I wasn't ready to stop. She lifted her arms in the air and stretched. Her eyes didn't open but I knew she was awake. Twisting her body she reached for the sleeping bag next to her. I wondered if she was still groggy from sleep and confused at her surroundings as I had been when I first awakened.

Teresa quietly pulled herself away from her sleeping husband, and gently pulled the zipper of Tyrone's sleeping bag all the way down. This done, she gently pulled back the sleeping bag, to reveal the black athelete's hard, near perfect, and near NAKED body!

The gentle light clearly showed Tyrone's muscular abs and legs as he lay there clad only in a pair of very tight and very small bikini brief underwear. NOW I was definitely starting to feel a bit hot! I had never seen a male body like the one laying right beneath me, not 3 feet from my eyes!

Teresa gently slid over next to him and whispered something to him. He didn't react. She whispered again and he mumbled something back. He spoke louder than she did and I could make out the words. "Go back to sleep Teresa, not here" his words were slurred from sleep and tequila. 

She scooted herself closer to him and kept whispering to him. I kept my eyes open but ready to close them at any minute, I didn't want to have to explain why I was laying awake and staring at them. I saw her head draw closer to him and realized she was kissing his neck! 

She opened her eyes for the first time and looked at the TV. I quickly shut my eyes and concentrated on laying still. I cracked one eye open and tried to see what she was doing. I could see her straining her neck to look over her husband at my husband. She stayed still, searching for signs that he was sound asleep I assumed. 

She quickly turned her head towards me. I snapped my eye shut. God, I hoped she didn't notice that I was awake, I wanted to see what would happen next. I kept my eyes closed for a long while, not wanting to show the slightest movement while she was looking at me. 




The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11.1



I heard her move slightly, I waited a minute more and then slowly opened one eye. Her back was to me now, she was laying on her side next to a sleeping Tyrone. The sleeping bag no longer covered him, she'd pulled it completely off of him. 

I scanned the scene and saw one of her hands busy on his stomach. My heart thumped loudly as I saw what exactly she was doing. Her hand skillfully pulled back his briefs and quietly and slowly she inched her hand down inside them. 

I could hear the faintest sound as she let go of the waistband once her hand was inside. She again glanced over at my husband. I tensed a bit. She didn't check my way this time before she resumed her task. 

With her hand under the waistband, she continued inching it lower. She seemed to find what she was looking for and stopped for a moment to look back at her husband. He showed no reaction and I assumed he was completely asleep, tequila will do that. 

Slowly, she moved her hand down and pulled the briefs with it. Her arm and hand blocked my view but I knew what the score was. She wrapped her hand around him and gently moved it up and down. She looked at Tyrone in the face while her hand was busy. He stirred a little, and pushed her hand away. 

With her hand out of the way I could see Tyrone's cock sticking straight up. It was hard not for me to let out a little moan. There, just a few feet from me lay the largest, biggest, hardest cock I had ever seen in my life. I was certain it was AT LEAST three times the size of Chris's cock and at least two to three times thicker! I had the strongest desire to touch my pussy at that point, but didn't dare risk moving!

Teresa sat up and stayed still for a moment, contemplating what to do next. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid she would hear it. By trying to control my breath to seem more sleep-like it seemed like I was just making it worse. 

My pussy was absolutely soaking, and I ached to touch it, but I was afraid if I moved the whole scene would fall apart. As if she took the que from my imagination she scooted down a little and bent toward his waist. 

I was afraid my view would be blocked and I'd miss out, but somehow she twisted and I had a partial view. She didn't waist any time at all, she took him in her hand and pointed his super-rigid dick straight up. 

In the same fluid motion she began to lower her head onto him. Now the light from the TV made things shine slightly different and glow in a way that you normally don't get with normal lamps, when she opened her mouth her lips glistened almost to the point that it looked artificial. 

The moisture on them looked slippery and smooth. In contrast to her pale skin her lips shone red. Just as the tip of Tyrone's penis reached her mouth I caught a glimpse of her tongue as it reached out to caress it. 

She moved slow, taking in only the head on her short strokes. She withdrew completely and stroked him. The sweet shine of the wetness had spread to his cock, it was now as shiny and slippery looking as her lips. She moved her head down again. This time her tongue came out farther and her head stopped. She licked around the head, and then turned to lick down the shaft. This meant that she was facing me. I closed my eyes partway, but I could still see her. 

I saw her eyes close as she was licking silently on him, so I opened mine more. She coated him in her spit and then returned to the top. She descended quickly this time, taking in more than before. For the first time she let a sound escape, the unavoidable "slurp". She stopped and tensed, staying still but still keeping him in her mouth. 

Not hearing anyone rouse from our sleep, she resumed. She was taking in a good portion of the prick when Tyrone's hand moved down to her head. She gave him a squeeze and continued on, taking about a third of his cock every time. Tyrone's hand moved to the back of her head and I could see in the way her movements changed that he was applying a little pressure and taking control of the rhythm. 

He still lay with his eyes closed and seemed completely unaware of anything around him, it seemed to make no difference to him that he was laying on someone else's living room floor, having someone else's wife sucking his humnngus black cock - tequila will do that. 

As he gently took a "handle" of hair, I could tell that he was making her slow her pace. He brought her almost to a stop, positioned her at the very top of that wet dick and paused. Slowly, carefully, he started pushing her down. 

I could see the look on her face, how she moved her lips to slide smoothly. Up, her lips rolled out and her cheeks hollowed out as he made her withdraw. The next movement caught me totally off guard. As soon as she reached the top he pushed hard and sent her half way down bottoming out in her mouth. Slowly he brought her up again, and again pushed hard and forced her down. Her eyes were open now, her eyebrows crinkled up, showing her discomfort at having her mouth so full. 

The third trip down he didn't stop pushing and her nose bottomed out at his balls. I was absolutely amazed that she could take it all! It had to be a good ten inches of cock crammed into her mouth!!

He brought her up quickly and forced her down again. Even though she was still doing her best to pleasure him, he was in control now, and he decided he was going to fuck her throat. Her breath came harder and I could make it out a bit louder, although she didn't seem to protest I could tell she wasn't enjoying herself. 

Tyrone, on the other hand, was becoming a little more lively, his chest moved up and down, and although his eyes remained closed his faces was contorted with the pleasure of a hot mouth on his cock. He kept ramming her face down to his balls, she seemed to accept it and get her rhythm back. The look on her face changed from discomfort to lust, she opened her mouth more, her head moved quicker without the help of Tyrone, although his hand was still gripping her hair. 

Teresa's eyes glistened... Shit! Her eyes are open, she could see me watching her! I hadn't even had time to react when she looked up at me. Our eyes locked, her expression was hard to judge because Tyrone was still moving her head on his prick. 

I shut my eyes tight hoping that I'd gotten away with it, I knew I hadn't. So as long as I was busted I figured I'd get a few last looks. Teresa shifted her weight and tried to come off Tyrones dick, as she struggled Tyrone brought up his other hand and forced her down before she was clear. 

Her eyes focused on me while Tyrone controlled her head. She was trying to pull up but was in such a position as to not have any leverage against Tyrones hands. I watched her head bounce up and down as she struggled to get free. Now she wasn't thrashing all about mind you but just trying to move her head off the man. 

Finally, after trying a few ways, she just stared at me, trying to collect herself and find a way to stop. Just then Tyrone started reaching his apex. His pushing became more forceful and he forced Teresa down and kept her down. Her eyes lit up as this happened, she knew that she wouldn't be able to get away and avoid embarrassment now. 

She lowered her gaze and concentrated for a minute on what she was doing. I could hear Tyrone panting and see his muscles tightening, any second now he would cum in Teresa's mouth while I was watching, and not know it! 

He pushed Teresa down hard, paused for a minute and snapped her head back off his prick. She gasped at the sudden movement and the sudden emptyness of her mouth. One hand let go of her hair and he grasped his cock, jacking it quickly. 

His other hand kept her face close, not even thinking about it, he let it fly. Three jets flew the distance and plopped onto her cheeks. Her face was one of confusion. Apparently, she didn't want to let Tyrone know I was watching, she could have said something. Maybe she was hoping that he'd avoid embarrassment if he didn't know.

This allowed me to pretty much see the whole thing! Maybe she thought he'd be upset at her for doing it, maybe he'd think she did it on purpose so I could watch, maybe she was just a little scared because she got caught. For whatever reason, she just stared at me, the cum making lines across her face, now shining like chrome in the light of the television. 

Tyrone slowed his stroking and pushed Teresa back onto his softening prick. Apprehensively, she took him in and finished what she had started, sucking all the cum from his spent cock. Her eyes still on mine, I saw her swallow. I knew that she was taking in Tyrone's cum, drinking it up. She finished with him and spit out his limp penis. 

He whispered something to her, covered himself with the sleeping bag and rolled over with his back to both of us. Within seconds I could tell by his breathing that he'd returned to sleep. 

Teresa looked up at me, wiped the cum from her cheek with a dishtowel that someone had left on the floor, and winked at me! She then got back under her covers, rolled over as Tyrone had done, and within moments, was fast asleep. 



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11.2



It was mid-morning before the guest couples began waking up. Cheryl found sleeping to be very difficult that night. Watching Teresa take care of Tyrone brought back so many memories and more than a few stirrings from her past with Thomas. 

The visions of her new friend playing with that giant black cock kept flashing back to her mind. They were extremely vivid and detailed visions at that. She could clearly see the tiny white hand, stretching itself, trying to reach around the impossible to encircle huge throbbing black cock. A cock that was so utterly superior to anything she had seen in her life, with the exception of Thomas.

After that fateful day when Cheryl had visited Thomas at his house when Belinda was away, she had sworn to never put herself into a position to be unfaithful to her husband ever again. To never set eyes on something that incredible, and thus never put herself into a temptation that she simply could never resist.

In spite of having the best sex of her life, after returning home, and talking with her husband on the phone, the waves of guilt had overtaken her. As she found herself lying to her husband about what she had actually done that day, the guilt simply grew. 

Watching Teresa sucking on Tyrone's cock caused the raw sexual desire to come storming back to her. Though she swore to herself that she would NEVER again be unfaithful to her husband, last night, as she looked at Tyrone's large and completely superior black cock, she found herself salivating. 

The fact of the matter was, she was totally jealous of her new friend. Even though Tyrone had a large cock (at least double the size of Chris's), it was not quite as large as Thomas's. Not as long, and not quite as thick. As Cheryl thought of her husband's bosses mammoth dick, she felt that absolute burning desire to see it, feel it, taste it, and be filled with it all over again. That afternoon at Thomas's house she had been completely filled. Totally satisfied, and fulfilled like she had never before felt.

It was so bad watching Teresa, that Cheryl had an overwhelming desire to climb down on the floor and join her friend! As she lay there the next day thinking about it, she almost felt a feeling of regret at not doing exactly that!

During the night, after the room had finally gone completely quiet, and after Cheryl heard Tyrone begin to snore, she could no longer contain herself. She was simply going to have to make love to herself and satisfy that burning itch.

Cheryl lay on the couch and slowly and lazily caressed her body. She wrapper her arms around her body, pretending that it was Thomas holding her. She moved her hands to her hips and lowered her pajama bottoms a few inches. Her pajama bottoms and panties clung to her hips sexily. 

Cheryl moved her hips around circularly and slowly, then drew the pants down over the peak of her hips so that they slid completely off. Her hands went quickly to her pelvic area and caressed it slowly and gently. 

She slid one leg off the edge of the couch allowing her self to spread out as much as she could on the small couch. She moved her hands down and caressed her thighs softly. Next her hand moved directly to her aching clit. Her other hand entered her opening and deftly moved two fingers all the way in -- as far as she could insert them, desperate to fill her void. She had a desperate need for release.

It didn't take long. Cheryl desperately needed to cum, and almost immediately felt the waves of a huge orgasm overtaking her. As she came all over both of her hands, a fairly loud moan escaped her lips. She prayed to herself that nobody in the room heard her, but there was simply no way she could stop!

As she gently but firmly rubbed her hard clit, within seconds she was quivering on the couch. She grabbed her pillow and shoved it over her face to avoid being heard by the whole room!

Only after this release was Cheryl able to obtain even a fitful sleep that night. She was the first of the living room group to awaken the next day -- feeling slightly hung over and not at all rested. Finally, after laying on the couch, looking longingly down at Tyrone, she decided to get up and start getting ready for a new day.

As she went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, she heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah, I'm in here," said Cheryl.

"I know hun, but I really really gotta pee. Can I come in? It's me Teresa!"

"Oh, sure" answered Cheryl as she clicked the lock on the door, allowing her friend access.

Upon the unlocking of the door, Teresa immediately ran in, not allowing Cheryl the opportunity to leave the room as she had originally intended.

"Don't leave hun, I need to talk to you," said Teresa.

"Uh huh. I bet," smiled Cheryl, not being able to be serious about the situation.

"I caught you peekin last night," answered Teresa.

"Yeah, I thought you did. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be a Peeping Tom, it just kinda happaned."

"You won't tell will you?" asked Teresa.

"Are you kidding? Who would I tell?" asked Cheryl.

"Well -- my husband, your husband, the weather man. I don't know! I'd just rather it remains our little secret if at all possible. At some point I plan to tell my husband about it, but I want it to be under just the right circumstances."

"Hey, your secret is definitely safe with me. I still can't believe you had the balls to go through with that! Right there in the middle of someone else's living room, in front of everyone," mused Cheryl.

"Well, to be honest with you, after as much as I had drank, and as horny as I was, and as bad as I wanted that boy -- at the time -- I honestly wouldn't have given a shit WHO saw me!" replied Teresa.

"I mean, did you see his body? The guy had rippling muscles from head to toe. And did you happen to see his cock? He makes my husband look like a little boy in every possible way," observed Teresa.

"It was obvious you really didn't care who was watching after I knew that you knew I was watching!" laughed Cheryl. "So was it all worth it? Was it all you thought it would be?"

"Well, my only regret is not climbing on that thing and fucking his brains out! I still can't believe I let that opportunity pass me by. Believe me, I probably won't make THAT mistake again!" replied Teresa.

"Oh my. Now that WOULD have been a show! I doubt if you had done that you would have been able to keep quiet enough not to wake the whole house," laughed Cheryl.

"You don't know the half of it honey!" laughed Teresa. "I've never held something so incredible."

"Well, I still say you are brave! I don't think I could ever be quite that brave," replied Cheryl.

"You never know -- given the right situation what you might be capable of," answered Teresa.

You don't know the half of it, though Cheryl, her mind again returning to Thomas.

"All I know is, I like your style girl," laughed Cheryl. "Next time I have a party, I'm definitely inviting YOU!"

"Hey, do it. Me & Bob'll come to any party! Especially if you invite Tyrone!" answered Teresa seriously.

"Really? Where do you guys live anyway?" asked Cheryl.

"Downtown Tampa Honey."

"Hey, you guys are RIGHT by us! We are definitely going to have to get together more," said Cheryl.

"No kidding?"

The girls conversation was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. "Can a guy get in to pee?" asked Chris from outside the door.

HAHAHAHA the girls laughed. 



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11.3



Cheryl was not yet ready to confide in her friend that she had ALSO experienced some superior black cock of her own to her newfound friend. Even though she had totally caught her friend doing exactly the same thing. 

She had promised herself that the night she had with Thomas was a one-time only fling. She felt horribly guilty about cheating on her husband. She loved Chris with all her heart, and could scarcely live with herself when she considered what had happened.  

It was fortunate for her that Thomas also left that night, so she didn't have to face any temptations of calling him or going over to see him. She could concentrate on getting her life back in order and prepare herself for her husband's return.

Never in her life had she missed Chris more than the remaining days of his trip. They talked every night on the phone, and she assured him that she was counting the moments down until his return.

"You know what else baby, I can't wait until my man comes home and takes a little edge off," confided Cheryl to her husband one night on the phone.

"Is my babe getting a little horny?" asked Chris as he felt his cock begin to stiffen.

"You'll just have to come home and find out," laughed Cheryl. "But let me put it this way -- you better be READY when you get home!"

"I think I'm already ready," answered Chris, as he unzipped his pants, and fidgeted around for his now fully hard cock. "I still can't believe what happened on the elevator that day," said Chris as he got his right hand wet for lubrication.

"Me either," answered Cheryl, as the vision of that day came screaming into her mind -- laying on her back in the elevator with her husbands cock in her hand and Thomas pumping his HUGE hard cock between her tits. As she allowed the memory in, her pussy became immediately moist. "Why is he bringing THAT up," thought Cheryl to herself. "That's all I need now."

"I can't believe how HUGE his cock was either," said Chris, as he started gently massaging his own hard dick, wishing it was over 6" in length. It looked so pale & small compared to the memory of Thomas.

"MMMMM....I didn't know they came in that size either," admitted Cheryl honestly as she gently slid her hand into her panties, and slowly down her mound.

"Hey, you aren't playing with yourself are you? Remember our deal. You're not allowed to CUM until I get home to make you," said Chris.

"Ohhhh Chris....but I'm so horny...won't you let me play with my bald little pussy just for a little while?"

"Hell yes, but as long as it's with ME, on the phone now," replied Chris.

"You're too good to me, my big stud," moaned Cheryl as her middle finger made contact with her hard clit.

"You're getting all hot thinking about when he fucked your tits, aren't you?" asked Chris as he started seriously working his hard dick.

"Would it make you mad if I were?" asked Cheryl.

"No, it would make me totally hot," said Chris.

"MMMMM...are you playing with your big cock baby?" asked Cheryl as she eased her blouse up over her head, taking it completely off. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, freeing her large breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard as she slid her hand across each one, then somewhat roughly grasped her left nipple, pulling it a bit.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid it's pretty small compared to Thomas's," admitted Chris as he looked down at his throbbing hard cock. When he thought about Thomas's cock, his truly looked like a little boy's dick.

"No hun, it's nice and big," lied Cheryl.

"Not compared with his giant cock," said Chris.

Silence.

"It's kinda small compared with Thomas's, isn't it?" asked Chris, staring down at his cock. It might be small, but he was totally aroused at the moment, and a little drop of precum oozed from the tip.

"Nooooo! His is huge. Yours is BIG," offered Cheryl.

"Could you imagine being fucked by that thing though?" asked Chris, feeling himself starting to lose control.

"I want to imagine being fucked by your litt- I mean by YOU," said Cheryl.

"You almost said by my LITTLE dick, didn't you?" asked Chris.

"No baby," lied Cheryl for the second time. Wow, two lies in one conversation. She was starting to feel like a lying / cheating whore. Funny thing was, she was also about to cum as her finger continued to dance around her clit, and Chris was playing on something that was making her hot...but she couldn't quite make out what it was.

"SAY IT!" demanded Chris.

"What, baby?" asked Cheryl.

"Tell me that my cock is small compared to his!"

"I don't want to. I love your cock."

"TELL ME!" demanded Chris as he was openly stroking his dick as hard as he could.

"MMMMMM," something about this conversation was making Cheryl so HOT. Not to mention her fingers as they danced across her swollen clit. She was almost over the edge.

"TELL ME!"

"MMMMMM....oh baby, your pathetic little white boy pee-pee is so saaaaaaaad!!!!" with that, Cheryl shot cum all over her hand! It dripped all over the bed and she screamed and the phone fell away from her ear as she shook and convulsed on the bed.

At the same time, Chris shot cum all over his cock. As he looked down, he thought to himself, "I just came all over my bald little cock".

"Oh my GOD!" said Chris to nobody on the other end. Cheryl had dropped the phone, and was furiously rubbing her clit with one hand and pushing three fingers into her pussy with the other hand. She had just had the best orgasm and was trying desperately for the second and it was just about......to......."AAAAAHHHHH!!" Cheryl screamed out loud as she came yet again.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11.4



The day had finally arrived! Cheryl felt like she had waited an eternity for Chris to come home, and today was finally the day! Today she would go to the airport and pick up her husband. She couldn't wait to see him again. She couldn't wait for him to take her into his strong black arms and hold her down....

"Damn!" she thought. Every time she started imagining her man coming home it seemed she always somehow drifted off into fantasizing about Thomas again! It was really becoming a bit of a habit, and it was seriously worrying her.

Her worst fear was that perhaps they might be getting intimate or something, and she might accidentally call Chris Thomas or something. THAT would be the absolute WORST thing that could ever happen, thought you pretty young blonde.

But, regardless of all that, today was FINALLY the day! She would get to see Thomas....errr....Chris AGAIN!!

"Oh shit, I BETTER not do that" said Cheryl out loud to herself.

In spite of these troubling thoughts, Cheryl was on cloud nine today. She sang to herself as she was getting herself ready to go pick up Chris. She took a nice long, hot shower, and totally pampered herself as she was getting ready. She shaved her armpits, legs, and finally her pussy. It had been several days since she had done this, and she wanted to be totally smooth and soft for his touch that she would surely be feeling again today!

She began putting on her sexiest outfit that she dared wear out in public. Her short miniskirt, low-cut blouse, black stockings -- complete wither garters -- and, to top it all off, she was NOT going to wear panties! Chris was going to simply go crazy when he saw her. And she was likely going to jump him right there, and climb on and ride his giant black cock....

"Damn!"

.........................................................................................

"CHRIS!"

"CHERYL! Oh my GOD, you look HOT!"

The two newlyweds ran into each other's arms at the airport. After two weeks apart, they were definitely happy to see one another. The waves of guilt that Cheryl felt for her indiscretions while Chris was away washed away as he held her in his arms. Someday she would admit all that had happened. Someday when they were ready and they could get through it together.

"MY God baby, you look HOT!" repeated Chris as he looked his wife over from head to toe.

Chris leaned over and whispered into her ear, "God I'm horny baby! I don't even know if I can make it home the way you look."

Cheryl answered "Who says you have to".

The couple smiled at each other.

"Let's grab my luggage and get out of here!" offered Chris.

The couple followed the corridor out, then went down a long staircase, until they reach the baggage claim area. It seemed to take hours for Chris's bag to finally show up. ON their way out of the baggage claim area to exit into the parking lot, they passed a security guard with a nametag of JEROME on it. 

"Be careful out there ya'll! Lotsa dangerous people out there." As he said this, he reached over with his big hand and slapped Cheryl directly on her butt, allowing his hand to linger just for a moment on her pantyless ass.

Chris was so shocked he didn't know what to say. Cheryl took care of it for him by marching straight out the doors and into the night. Chris could only follow dumb founded. 

"I can't believe that huge ugly black guy just grabbed your ass right in public! I have a good mind to call the airport and report him," said Chris.

"You won't have the energy to use the phone when I get done with you big boy," was Cheryl's answer.

As they got into the car, suddenly any thoughts of calling airport security were completely forgotten by Chris. Chris, being the perfect gentleman, had held Cheryl's door for her as she got into the car. Next, he walked to his side, and got into the car. The moment he closed his door, Cheryl was ON him. She threw herself into his arms, and before Chris knew what hit him, Cheryl was shoving her tongue deep into Chris's throat.

As they were kissing, Cheryl began unbuttoning her shirt, she unbuttoned three buttons, then pulled away from the kiss to tell Chris something:

"DRIVE!"

"You GOT it," laughed Chris as he started the car and began driving out of the airport parking lot. As he drove, Cheryl scooted over next to him on the seat and began working on unbuckling his buckle! After some struggle, it came undone, next she unbuttoned and nearly ripped his zipper as she jerked it down. Chris couldn't believe his great fortune as his wife pulled back his white undies, pulling out his already rock hard cock.

Cheryl smiled down at her husband's cock. True, it was nowhere near as large as Thomas's, but she still loved the little guy! Cheryl shoved all of Chris's cock into her mouth, down to his balls, without any great effort. As she was down there, she also began licking his balls as she sucked him.

Chris was trying to drive as good as he could. As they approached the ticket booth at the airport parking, Chris motioned to Cheryl to stop for a moment, but she simply refused. He decided, "What the fuck, I'm not gonna make her if she doesn't want to," so they pulled up to the booth.

A rather plump black girl was working inside. She could see directly down into the car as Chris handed her a $10 and the ticket for the car. She smiled down at him, saying:

"Well, isn't it a pleasant day?"

"The best I've had in some time," answered Chris quite honestly.

As he said that, Cheryl realized she was being watched, and pulled away, leaving Chris's erect cock fully out in the open for the young ticket taker to get a good look at.

The ticket taker simply smiled and pretended not to see anything. As they drove away she said to herself, "Awwww....young love. Never seen a white boy dick before....Pathetic! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Back in the car Cheryl said, "What did she say? I missed it?"

"Nothing important. Just to take care and have a good day," said Chris, hoping his wife would take up where she left off.

Cheryl smiled at her husband, and bent back down to his cock. She took it all the way in her mouth again, then came up off it, looked smilingly up at her husband and asked, "So how big did you say your cock was baby?"

"MMMMmm... I'm not sure. I think like seven or eight inches," lied Chris.

"It's such a nice cock," smiled his wife as she sucked a bit more.

"You better take it a bit slower babe. It's been along time for me, and I don't want to cum yet," warned Chris.

"OK, we'll save that for when we get home then," said Cheryl as she reluctantly released her husbands throbbing hard cock.

When the two newlyweds returned to their home, Cheryl stuck to her husband like glue as they entered their home.

Chris was a bit thirsty from the trip, so he grabbed a beer out of the fridge. The two sat in their kitchen for awhile just chatting.

"I can't wait 'til we get to have our New Year's party," said Chris.

"Yeah, those are always great fun every year," agreed Cheryl. "Hey, do you remember that crazy blonde girl that your sisters husband had invited to the party?"

"You mean the one that kept flirting with Tyrone?" asked Chris.

Cheryl blushed a bit as she remembered that night. "Yeah, well, her and her husband live right here in Tampa. I told her when we had a party that I would invite her. DO you mind?"

"Not at all. In fact, did you know that Tyrone now works with ME?" asked Chris. "I could also invite him. I bet she'd like that too," laughed Chris.

"I didn't know he worked with you!" said Cheryl. "Yeah, definitely DO invite him. We're already inviting Thomas and Belinda, so what the heck?"

"Well, I'm guessing he'll be busy, but I can still invite him," said Thomas as he began staring at his hot young wife. He felt the lust rising in him.

"Let's go upstairs," said Cheryl to her husband.

She didn't need to say it twice. As she started up the stairs, he was chasing her up the stairs, grabbing at her ass all the way.

"AAAHHH!" Cheryl screamed and ran for the bedroom with Chris hot on her tail.

He caught her as they entered the room. He spun her around, and they shared a long-intimate kiss. Chris reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand through his wife's blouse.

Cheryl pulled away, got on the bed on all fours, lifted her skirt above her bare ass and pussy, and said, "I want it doggy style tonight!"

Chris was in utter shock. He and his wife had NEVER done it doggy style...but he certainly couldn't wait to try it. Not even taking off his clothes all the way, Chris pulled down his pants & undies and assumed the position behind his beautiful wife.

Without the slightest effort, he jammed forward hard, and his cock easily slid into his wife up to the hilt.

"OOPS," said Cheryl.

"OOPS what?" asked Chris.

"I think you missed baby," answered Cheryl.

"No I didn't! I'm all the way in!"

Cheryl was mortified. She quickly tried to think of something to save her husband's ego.

"NO, I mean you missed the opportunity earlier in the car when that lady at the booth was taking your ticket! Silly."

Chris was totally confused. But it really didn't matter! He was in to the hilt in his wife's wonderful warm and wet pussy. He started fucking with all his might.

Cheryl felt like crying. The only way she could even tell what her husband was doing was when their bodies made contact when he slammed against her. She could not even remotely FEEL his cock in her pussy. Thomas must have REALLY stretched her. His cock was so THICK. Suddenly thinking of that made her HOT. She reached up underneath herself and starting frigging her clit as fast as she could. Unfortunately, it truly HAD been along time for Chris. Just when she was on the edge, about 2 minutes into the fuck, Chris let out a huge sigh, then fell to the side of his wife on the bed.

"Oh baby, that was SOOO good," said Chris to his beautiful young wife.

"Yeah, the best," said Cheryl trying desparately to hide the sarcasm in her voice. She had not gotten to cum. "DAMN IT" she thought to herself.

"I love you so much Baby," said Chris to his wife. 

"I love you too," replied Cheryl as she got up to clean up.

AS soon as she was gone, Chris made himself comfortable on the bed. Chris felt so good to be home, and due to the jetlag of his travelling, he quickly and easily fell into a deep sleep. 

As the evening progressed, Chris was awakened by some sort of movement beside him. Cheryl was moaning softly beside him and he thought he could sense that she was softly rubbing her pussy. Chris couldn't help but wonder what it was that had gotten his wife so excited. After all, they had JUST gotten done fucking, hadn't they?

Unfortunately, and Chris knew it was true, his wife often had trouble achieving orgasm during intercourse. He had read that this wasn't uncommon for women to have difficulty cumming during sex. Also unfortunately, he had simply been too tired from the long flight to help her reach an orgasm after he had cum himself. 

This was the first time he could recall actually catching his wife pleasuring her self, however. He smiled to himself a bit thinking that she was finally coming out of her shell sexually. Maybe it was what had happened on the elevator with Thomas.

Chris was simply exhausted from his trip, and fell back into a deep sleep. The next morning when he awakened, Cheryl was still fast asleep. As he looked over at her, he noticed that there was a ruler sitting out on the nightstand. 

"She MUST have measured my cock at some point while I was sleeping," thought Chris to himself. He had to pee really bad, so he had a morning hardon. As he walked quietly past her, he took the ruler and measured himself. 

It was unmistakable. It was definitely just shy of five inches. "How embarrassing," thought Chris to himself. "So much for seven to eight." Chris frowned, gently set down the ruler, and Cheryl was smiling up at him.

"I guess it's not quite as big as I had thought," he said to his wife.

"Honey, I love what you got!" said Cheryl. "You don't have to have a monster cock for me to love you."



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 11



The effect was immediate. His cock sprang right back to another erection.

"You are absolutely amazing sir," she said, as she took his cock back out of her mouth for a moment.

Thomas wasn't sure if she was talking to him or his cock. At the moment, he really didn't care. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth back onto his cock. She was so beautiful as she worshipped his cock.

There wasn't much time to spare, so Thomas didn't take his time. He grabbed her head and started face fucking her hard. Cheryl loved every second of it. Forgetting her promise to Chris, she plunged two fingers into her pussy and started finger fucking herself at the same tempo that Thomas was fucking her face. Within about 1 minute Thomas was filling her mouth with cum and at the same time she started squirting cum onto the carpet. This having been his third cum of the day, this time Cheryl was able to swallow his entire load, not allowing any to leak out. 

It absolutely amazed her how much she loved and craved this mans cum. It filled her belly, and made her feel warm and secure and somehow complete. She felt a surge of pride at being able to so fully satisfy this giant of a man.

"MMMMM," said Thomas.

"Boy, you really better go now. It's almost 8 now!" said Cheryl.

"Yeah, I guess so. I think I'd really rather spend the night here making love to you though. Does this really have to be out last time Cheryl? This has been magical for me," said Thomas.

"I know what you mean. But I really hate cheating is the only thing. I completely shattered a promise I made to Chris, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it," answered Cheryl.

"Yeah. That's true. I have no idea either. I don't think I can tell Belinda. I think she'd probably kick both our asses," said Thomas.

"You're probably right. Maybe we should keep this one to ourselves, then not allow ourselves to be alone together again," said Cheryl.

"Yeah, you're probably right," agreed Thomas.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 12



This year the New Year's Party was much like every other year. The Cummings had invited several neighbors, spouses, and folks from work, and people that had been friends with for years.

Cheryl and her close friends were chatting it up in the living room. Chris and his were in the den watching a football game. A couple of board games started up, and a few couples were playing cards at the kitchen table.

As the evening progressed, and the party kicked in, everyone loosened up a bit and began to have a good time. Chris had started to think that Tyrone wasn't coming, when around 8:30, the doorbell rang and there he was, a bottle of champagne in hand!

"IS this where the cracker party is?" he asked laughing from the doorstep.

"You got it," answered Cheryl as she opened the door for him. Trying hard to tear her gaze away from his rather hypnotic stare. Teresa seemed to sense Tyrone's presense from across the room.

"HIIIII!!!" shouted Teresa as she rushed to the door to greet Tyrone, making a total spectacle of herself and intentionally becoming the center of attention. 

Since Tyrone had not been in town long, it seemed prudent to Chris to take him around the party and introduce him to everyone. By this time, most everyone was feeling no pain, and Chris noticed when he took Tyrone to the ladies tables to introduce him that the ladies were really giving him the once over. It was odd, it was almost the way guy acted when Teresa came into the room in her rather slutty attire.

"I'm sorry it took me so long. I thought I knew how to get here, but I guess I didn't. I wound up driving around forever looking for it," said Tyrone.

"No problem baby," gushed Teresa for Chris. "The party can get started now that YOU are here".

Chris simply smiled, a bit overwhelmed by Teresa, as most people generally were.

"Let me show you where we're keeping the coats," said Chris.

"OK, and I could really stand to use the bathroom too," answered Tyrone.

Chris took Tyrone's coat, and Tyrone followed him to the closet off of the master bedroom, then as Chris was hanging up the coat, Tyrone made a bee-line for the bathroom.

As Chris was hanging up the coat, he overheard Cheryl and a couple of her friends coming down the hall – either headed to the rest room, or since Teresa was along, likely to find Tyrone.

The women were feeling no pain at all by this time, and Chris overheard them simply open the bathroom door and barge in on poor Tyrone. The way the bedroom was laid out, Chris and all the women in the room got a full view of Tyrone's manhood!

Chris heard Cheryl immediately screech and say, "OOOPS!! SORRY!" Being a bit curious as to what might happen next, Chris ducked into the closet a bit, hiding himself from the view of the women. He pulled the door shut most of the way so that it only remained open a crack. Just enough to see & hear what was going on.

He immediately heard giggling and whispers as the ladies wandered over his way.

Chris thought, "this could be fun," and he remained hidden trying to hear what they would say. He could see that it was Raquel, Teresa, and Cheryl.

Teresa kept asking, "did you see that thing? My GOD!! Did you see it, or what?!?"

Raquel said, "just a bit, I actually closed my eyes out of embarrassment!"

Cheryl laughed and said, "How the hell could you MISS it?!?"

"I've got to see that thing again!" said Raquel.

"WHAT?!?" asked Teresa and Cheryl in unison.

Raquel left the room leaving Cheryl and Teresa giggling and whispering behind her.

"OK baby, now what are we gonna do?" asked Tyrone with a knowing smile on his face as Raquel dragged him into the room telling him not to be embarrassed.

"What you got in mind crazy girl?" repeated Tyrone.

Chris suddenly found himself trapped in the closet. Even if he would have wanted to have left, he couldn't. As he watched them approach, he felt his mouth go dry with anticipation of what may happen.

The four of them just stood there awkwardly for a moment. Then Raquel took the lead: "Come on Tyrone, we want to see it again"

"See what again?" he smirked back at her – teasing her for a moment.

"Your giant black cock of course!" answered Raquel with obvious lust in her eyes.

"Raquel!" said Cheryl, in shock that her shy friend was being so forward.

"Come on Tyrone. We're all married white women. All we ever get to see is pathetic little boy white pee pees. We want to see your BIG BLACK COCK!" pleaded Raquel, again to the shock and surprise of Teresa and Cheryl. Was there something about Raquel that they didn't know?

Chris looked at Teresa and Cheryl as she said this. They were both blushing profusely. He could see it from the closet even. He couldn't move a muscle – he was paralyzed with suspense at the scene playing out before him.

Tyrone just laughed. "You are crazy girl!"

It was obvious that the women were pretty drunk. Tyrone seemed a little nervous at being alone in the room with the three married white wives, but not nervous enough to actually leave. Chris was beginning to think he was really enjoying all the attention he was receiving. Maybe it was a mistake to invite his new black friend to their party. Chris knew he was single, and he also knew Tyrone didn't do too badly with the ladies. He always had a date when the weekend rolled around. After what Chris had seen in the bathroom just a second ago, he could definitely understand why! First Thomas now Tyrone. Were all black guys this well hung, Chris couldn't help wondering to himself.

"What if someone comes in?" asked Tyrone.

"Everyone knows we're here....I mean nobody knows we're here," slurred Cheryl, showing yet more evidence of her intoxication. Chris knew full well that his wife did not hold her alcohol all that well. A few drinks could make her very silly, and he knew from experience that she likely would remember NOTHING of tonight tomorrow.

"Well, I'll tell you what. If you girls want to see my cock then YOU will have to get it out – I'm not doing it," replied Tyrone. He was pretty confident this would put an end to the whole thing.

Chris thought that, at this point, if Cheryl reached out to do it, he would have popped out and stopped the whole crazy scene. Chris felt pretty secure that none of them would be that bold. He figured it was all about to end. However, it was the group instigator, Raquel, who continued the whole scene.

Raquel simply walked up to Tyrone, grabbed his zipper, and pulled it down!!

Chris simply could not believe the brass of their new friend! After the fly was down, Raquel reached in, grabbed his briefs, and pulled them out a bit. She then reached inside, immediately found her prize, and pulled out Tyrone's huge, flaccid cock for all eyes to see!

Everyone within view, including Chris, stood there with their mouths wide open.

"WOW! Imagine the size of that thing when it's hard," exclaimed Teresa.

Suddenly the room went totally silent.

Raquel sat down in front of Tyrone and grabbed for his cock. She showed it to the room for a moment, letting it sit on display on the palm of her hand for the other girls (and Chris) to see.

"Ever seen anything like this girls?" asked the intoxicated girl. "If your hubbies are anything like mine, this soft cock is already twice as big as their pathetic little boy white pee pees," laughed Raquel.

Raquel smiled when Tyrone let out a verbal reaction, "Mmmmmm." This was his verbal reaction, however he gave another more dramatic reaction as well when his cock twitched and jerked a bit from Raquel's touch.

This was all the encouragement that Raquel needed, and she started to slowly stroke it. At this point, Chris looked at Cheryl and Teresa to see what their reactions would be.

Chris was a bit surprised when he saw Teresa bight her lower lip and even more surprised when he saw Cheryl lick her lips, as if out of instinct.

A few seconds later, Tyrone's cock was completely rigid and sticking straight out from his body – on complete display for the entire room.

"What do you think girls? It's gotta be close to a foot long?" asked Raquel, with an evil smile on her face.

Cheryl thought it was probably a bit smaller than Thomas's cock, but still looked amazingly wonderful compared to what she was used to.

Teresa just giggled again, nervously. "I just want to see what it feels like. Can I touch it?" asked Teresa as she knelt with Raquel in front of Tyrone, winking at Tyrone to conceal their little secret. Only Cheryl knew that Teresa had some experience with this cock, and she wasn't telling at the moment.

As Teresa took hold, Raquel let go and started taunting her a bit: "SUCK IT, SUCK IT!" To Chris's surprise, Cheryl joined in on the chant.

The room was suddenly interrupted by a voice calling up the stairs from the bottom, "CHEEEEERYL!!" called the voice.

"SHIT, that's Belinda!" laughed Cheryl.

All three girls jumped up and ran to the rest room to pull themselves together, leaving Tyrone standing there with his hard cock sticking out to compose himself.

"Crazy bitches," he laughed, stuffing his giant cock back into his pants with some difficulty. As Tyrone left the room, Chris found himself breathing a sigh of relief!  He snuck out of the closet and quietly followed behind, passing Belinda on the way down.

"I think there's a group of them up in the restroom," commented Chris to Belinda as he passed her on the stairs.

"Thanks Sweetie," replied Belinda to Chris.

"Man, I HATE how fat I'm getting," said Cheryl as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door while Teresa was peeing and Raquel checked her makeup in the other mirror.

"Well, first of all, you don't look fat to ME at all. But, if you'd like to tone up a bit, you should try out my aerobic class," said Teresa.

"HEY girls, let me in," called Belinda from outside the door.

"Oh yeah, you teach aerobics?" asked Cheryl, as she reached up and unlocked the door to allow Belinda to join them.

"I sure do, and it's a kick ass class. When I first started it I lost 15 pounds in the first month. Since I've kept it up, I've also kept all that weight off, and I'm totally firm in ALL the right places."

"I'd LOVE to join," exclaimed Cheryl.

"You guys talking about doing an aerobics class?" asked Belinda, joining in on the conversation.

"Yeah, I was telling them about my class," answered Teresa. "The only problem is, right now, the club is being remodeled, and I'm out an aerobics room," answered Teresa.

"We could do it at my house," offered Belinda. "We've got a HUGE basement that we use exclusively for workout. Thomas has a set of weights at one end, and there's a treadmill, but apart from that, we have a large amount of space, complete with a HIFI stereo system down there that would be perfect for doing aerobics."

Cheryl was thrilled. She simply LOVED doing things with her new friends. "What about you Raquel? Would you like to join this squad?"

"Actually, I have problems with my knee, and aerobics is pretty much out for me," replied Raquel.

"That's too bad," said Teresa. "It's a great program, but it is a very active program, with a lot of cardiovascular activity. What night works best for you girls?"

The girls discussed it for awhile, going through their calendars of activity and pick Wednesday nights as the best night for the three of them to get together.

"You sure Thomas won't mind a bunch of crazy women invading his home," asked Cheryl, a little hesitant of being around Thomas again after all that had happened.

"You think a red-blooded brother's going to mind a couple of hottie blondes dancing around in workout clothes in his basement?" laughed Belinda.

"I highly doubt it," laughed Teresa, and all the girls joined her in a good laugh over that thought.

"Should we invite the men to join us?" asked Cheryl.

"No way! This is a girls only event," answered Teresa.

"Agreed," said Belinda.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 13



Chris lay in bed next to his wife after just waking up. He simply lay there, looking at his beautiful wife. Even after all this time, he was still amazed that she had actually picked HIM and that she was his. Cheryl lay there in her small silky nightgown, sleeping peacefully as her husband marveled at her beauty.

He reached over and slid his hand inside the silky top, running his hand over her incredible breasts, awakening his wife a bit. Cheryl, who had become a bit paranoid about a recent weight gain, sucked in her tummy a bit.

"Are you playing with my fat," she asked her husband.

"FAT?!? Are you crazy? You are still very much as beautiful as the day I met you," responded Chris.

"No, I've really been packing on the extra pounds lately. Every since you got back from your trip, we've been eating out a lot, and I haven't kept up with my exercising. I'm definitely getting fatter," said Chris.

"Well, it's not like I'm exactly in Superman shape myself," offered Chris.

"Oh, so you DO think I'm getting fat," demanded Cheryl.

"Not at all baby. I think you are one red hot smokin little hottie," smiled Chris.

"Awww, that's sweet. I'm not happy with the way my body is starting to look though," replied Cheryl.

"Well, then I guess it's good that you guys are starting aerobics. Even though I do have to admit I was a little nervous about you doing it at Belinda's, with all that has happened with Thomas, plus I think that Teresa is a bit of a wild one," said Chris.

"Yeah, I was nervous about going to Belinda's too, but she said that Thomas wouldn't be around, and I figured with all of us girls there, he wouldn't dare come near. And besides, I LIKE Teresa- she is fun, and easy to talk to," replied Cheryl. "OK. That's true. And I trust you completely. I know that you feel bad about what happened when you took food over the Thomas. And I think I'm partially responsible anyway for allowing what happened on the elevator. Even though, every time I think about it I get a raging hardon," laughed Chris.

"Well, I've decided the best way for me to deal with that whole thing is simply to forget it ever happened," said Cheryl.

"OK, then I will stop bringing it up all the time," said Chris. "And you know something else?" asked Chris.

"What?"

"The way you look is not the only reason I love you. Sure, you are the most beautiful girl in the world, but you also have spirit, style, and a wonderful sense of humor. It was the entire package I fell in love with, not just beauty," offered Chris.

"Wow. Thank you. I feel the exact same way about you too, my big stud boy," laughed Cheryl.

"I dunno, my studliness feels a bit challenged after seeing Thomas," admitted Chris.

"Well, you don't have to have a foot long to impress me," replied Cheryl as she reached over and gave Chris's cock a little squeeze.

"That's probably a good thing, since I'm not even half way there," said Chris.

"Hey, who's the one who was just talking about it all being about the entire package, not just one aspect?" challenged Cheryl.

"True. But sometimes I just wonder if I were a bit bigger if I could better satisfy you," admitted Chris.

"Honey, you NEVER fail to satisfy me," lied Cheryl. She hated having this conversation. It was hard enough for her to convince herself that she could be satisfied with what Chris had after having Thomas. It was REALLY hard for her to try to convince her husband. She was really wishing he would just drop the whole subject. She was becoming a bit sexually frustrated, but all that was overshadowed by her complete and undying love for Chris. Cheryl was determined that she would continue to look her best and totally satisfy the man she loved as well as figure out how to compensate for any short comings he may have. True, he might not have a massive cock like Thomas, or large rippling biceps like Thomas, or a rock hard washboard stomach like Thomas... 

"Shit, I'm doing it again," she thought to herself. "I have GOT to stop doing that, or it's going to get me into some serious trouble."

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 In spite of being nervous about being around Thomas again, Cheryl decided that she was definitely NOT going to dress frumpy to the workout. She imagined that Teresa would have some pretty wild workout clothes, and she was not about to show up in sweats and feel like a total moron. She also reasoned that with several girls coming to the house that she would likely not even SEE Thomas, so she felt pretty good about that.

She wanted to be comfortable to workout, but still look decent. So, she picked out her tight spandex shorts that she used to wear when she played volleyball, a white half T-shirt, and her white tennis shoes. Her shorts covered everything, but were pretty tight and, as she had often been told, made her ass look good.

Teresa stopped by her house at precisely 5:00 to take her over to Belindas. Since it was on the way anyway, it just made sense for the two girls to ride together.

Chris had to admit he was a little nervous about the whole girls night out. He suspected that when these women got together, they would surely be a bit on the wild side. When Teresa showed up at the door to pick up Cheryl, his fears were certainly NOT put to rest.

Teresa was wearing an outfit very similar to his wifes, but some of the differences bordered on being obscene! Teresa also was wearing a half shirt, but due to her extremely large chest, the material scarcely covered the girls chest, and due to the tightness of it, her boobs were completely on display. She also had on tight shorts and tenni's, but her shorts were MUCH shorter than Cheryls. As he walked behind her, allowing her into the house to wait as Cheryl finished up getting ready, he got an eye full of a LOT of ass cheeks that were clearly showing on the young bubble butted woman. Chris felt his cock twitch a bit at the sight. She definitely looked smokin' HOT!

"Come on slow poke, we gotta hit the road" shouted Teresa up the stairs to Cheryl as she glanced around to catch Chris staring at her ass.

"You might have to take a picture of that ass to hang on the mantle honey" winked Teresa at Chris.

"I just might think about that" laughed Chris, realizing he had been caught, and heading off to his den to get back to paying bills. "Cheryl should be down any second, so if you don't mind, I have a ton of stuff to do" said Chris as he headed off into the other room blushing.

"What was that all about" asked Cheryl as she bounded down the steps. She immediately got her answer once she caught sight of her friend. "Holy shit, look at you" she laughed.

"What? This is just my workout clothes. I have noticed that the guys have started joining my class though. Certainly don't want to discourage them from joining up" laughed Teresa. "You ready to go? We're going to be late if we don't get a move on"

"Yeah, but I'm wondering if maybe I should change into something a bit crazier. I hate to get totally shown up" answered Cheryl.

"Don't be ridiculous silly girl. You look fantastic yourself" beamed Teresa, feeling elated that Cheryl also took notice of her workout attire. With that, the two of them headed out to Teresa's car.

They arrived exactly on time, and Belinda met them at the door. "I hope you guys won't mind, but we picked Thomas's workout night for our aerobics night. He won't bother us at all, when he's working out he's very focused on what he is doing. If you want, we could pick a different night" offered Belinda.

"Ummm..." started Cheryl.

"Don't be silly! We don't mind at all," answered Teresa for both girls.

"Great, then let's get started. I'm so excited about getting started on a new workout program. Thomas is ALWAYS in tip top physical condition, and I need to keep myself firm, or he's liable to decide he can do better," said Belinda.

"Well then let's get it started," replied Teresa as Belinda led them down the stairs into their large basement. As they entered the stairway, they could hear the clank of weights and Thomas groaning as he worked out.

Upon entering the basement, the girls saw that what Belinda had told them was quite true. Their basement was absolutely huge, and would be perfect for them to do aerobics in until the remodeling at the gym was completed. Thomas was at the far end of the basement, doing curls in front of a full-wall mirror, with his back turned to the girls. "We're going to get started ya big stud muffin," called Belinda to her husband.

"GRUNT....OK baby. Don't mind me, I'll be done in about 20 more minutes," answer Thomas.

Teresa went to the stereo and put on some very up beat, pop, dance music for them to work out to. As she was doing that, Cheryl stood transfixed at the sight in front of her. Thomas was in the middle of doing curls in front of the mirror, and he was working hard at it. Cheryl's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she took in his physique. He was sweating hard from the workout, and straining to finish a set of curls, and every muscle seemed to be standing out on the large framed man.

In spite of herself, Cheryl found herself staring, and felt her pussy starting to moisten. She had not forgotten what an awesome cock this man had either. As she stood there openly gawking at him, her mind returned to how he had totally filled her. How he had totally completed her. She felt the yearning growing inside her.

"He does look hot when he's working out, doesn't he?" whispered Belinda to Cheryl as they stood there.

"Very," replied Cheryl before she thought about what she was saying. This seemed to snap her out of her little trance, and she looked up at Belinda and the girls laughed together a bit.

"OK, let's get to work," shouted Teresa to the other girls. We'll start off slow, doing some stretching type exercises. We'll try to keep everything as simple as possible until you guys learn the routine a bit. Are you ready?" asked Teresa.

The girls took their position on the floor. Teresa had her back to Thomas, and the other girls were facing Teresa as she talked them through some initial stretching exercises. 

"To begin with, let's loosen up a bit," stated Teresa as she bent completely over, placing both palms flat on the floor as she stretched out. It was at that exact moment that Thomas glanced over at them. The sight he was rewarded with made his cock jump in his shorts.

Teresa was bending completely over, just a few feet from him. He was at that moment staring directly at the hottest looking ass he had ever seen in his life. At first he was shocked that such an amazing bubble butt could be on a white girl! Normally a perfect ass like that could only be found on black women (at least in his experience). Thomas found himself staring at a perfect ass. What's more, it was mostly bare due to the tinyness of the girl's workout shorts. Not only that, but as he tore his eyes away from the ass, he could also see something else. Due to the way the girl was bending over, her little half T shirt had fallen away from her tummy and he had a very good view of the underside of her tits as she bent forward. Not only was a perfect ass staring him in the face, but he could also see almost all of her tits. 

As he looked over beside her, Cheryl and Belinda were also bent over facing him. He could also see almost ALL of their tits as well as they bent over. Thomas nearly dropped the weights he was lifting. He turned his back on the girls to avoid being caught gawking. He went back to lifting, only to realize that over his right shoulder, in the mirror, were all the sights -- staring him in the face, that he had just noticed.

"Maybe I'm not going to mind this whole aerobics thing," thought Thomas to himself as he finished up his workout. Thomas was finishing up his workout at about the same time the girls finished their warm up.

Thomas walked over beside Belinda to talk to her for a moment. The girls were now doing some sort of run in place where they sort of bounced from foot to foot, lifting the other foot up a bit, and almost touching the opposite knee up to their chests. As he stopped to talk to Belinda, he noticed that there were a LOT of tits bouncing in this room all at once.

"I think I'm going to go out and run to finish up my cardiovascular," said Thomas to his wife. He had to say it a bit loudly, however, to be heard over the stereo. 

When Teresa heard this she said, "Why don't you just join us for awhile. We'll give you a LOT better card workout than just running."

Thomas instantly loved the idea of staying in the room with these hot women as they worked out, but he knew enough to play it cool. "I better not, I don't think you guys want some guy crashing your party," said Thomas.

"Don't be ridiculous baby! You can join us if you want to. I just assumed you wouldn't want to," answered Belinda.

Cheryl was absolutely cringing at this conversation. She felt herself salivating over the large black man even as he stood there. He was wearing a muscle shirt and tight spandex shorts that left very little hidden about his huge package -- which seemed to be growing as he watched them work out. Cheryl could feel herself yearning to see, feel, taste, and RIDE that wonderful cock again. She began to wonder if maybe this wasn't more of a bad idea than she had imagined.

"Well, it DOES look like a real good workout. What the heck, I'll give it a try," answered Thomas.

"OK, well you fall into line behind the girls then," called Teresa. "And let's continue."

Thomas positioned himself directly behind Cheryl. To his delight, he noticed that when SHE bent over, he could also see a large amount of HER tits also when her half shirt fell away from her stomach as she bent over. As she excised, he could clearly see her tits jiggling around, struggling to free themselves from her tight half shirt. It was obvious that none of the girls were wearing bras tonight. He could also see that firm hard stomach that he had immediately fallen in lust with the first time he met her.

Cheryl was such a hottie. Thomas remembered vividly what those tits looked like wrapped around his big black cock. Nothing was more striking than the contrast of his dark black skin against her creamy white skin.

"Uh-oh," thought Thomas to himself as he felt his cock hardening. He knew it would be impossible to hide his hard cock in the shorts he was wearing. These shorts pretty much showed everything...even when he WASN'T hard. He might have to find a way to slip out if this continued. Otherwise, his wife might catch him with a hardon and demand an explanation! 

On the next bending exercise, Cheryl was able to just glance back at Thomas as she was completely bent forward. When she did, it was unmistakable, she could tell he was checking out her tits as she bent forward. The knowledge that this huge black stud was gazing longingly at her cleavage suddenly completely excited the young wife. She instantly felt her pussy getting wet, and her nipples were already rock hard under her little half shirt.

"If it's a show he wants," thought Cheryl to herself, "a show he shall get!"

With that, on the next set of bending exercises, Cheryl inadvertently worked her little half shirt with her elbows, causing it to move up a bit higher. She inconspicuously studied Thomas for a reaction. She could see that his eyes almost bugged out of his head when he looked up and could see even more tit on display from behind the young wife. Never in his life had Thomas seen picture perfect breasts like Cheryl's. His mind shot back to that day on the elevator when he simply wanted to rub his hard cock across her firm/hard stomach. It had ended with him majorly fucking her perfect tits. Those same tits he was now staring at and longing for. Thomas could feel his cock stirring in his tight Spandex shorts. He could feel a bit of precum starting to leak from the tip as he imagined his cock sliding between the perfect breasts that lay exposed in front of him. Thomas suddenly had a feeling that Belinda was in for a VERY long night tonight!

This little exhibition game was starting to seriously arouse Cheryl. On the next bend, she worked the shirt a bit harder until she felt it completely slip above her nipples. How here entire tits were bare and swinging for her big fantasy stud to gaze upon as they worked out.

On the next bend, she looked closer at his crotch. It was impossible to miss, his cock was ROCK hard, throbbing, and bulging obscenely under his tight spandex shorts! It looked just like she remembered it. Huge, and wonderful.

Unfortunately for Cheryl, all these distractions completely took her mind off of what she was doing with the workout. Suddenly, her ankle twisted hard, and she fell flat on her side, letting out a piercing scream.

"Oh my God Cheryl, are you OK?" asked Belinda, running back to check on the hurt blonde.

"I don't think so," answered Cheryl. "My ankle is twisted, and I think I might have pulled a muscle in my thigh on the fall. It hurts something awful," said the blonde as a couple of tears began to fall down her cheek.

"Let's get some ice on that ankle & thigh to try to help with the swelling," offered Teresa.

As all of the women's eyes turned to Thomas, both of the other girls immediately noticed that he had a raging hardon that he was trying, rather futilely, to hide in his rather tight Spandex shorts.

He gratefully left the room to get some ice. Belinda bent over to Cheryl and said, "I think somebody was happy to see you."

"Huh?" asked Cheryl.

"My husband was sporting some major wood, and it was YOU he was standing behind," laughed Belinda.

"Who knows though, maybe he was looking at you," offered Teresa.

"Maybe, but every I looked around, it was a certain blonde he was checking out," laughed Belinda.

Just then Thomas got back with the ice. He effortlessly lifted Cheryl up into his arms, carrying her to the couch. Cheryl felt as if she were being swept away by the man of her dreams as she felt he muscular arms flexing beneath her. Chris was just about the same size as her. He was not nearly large enough or strong enough to carry her around. In fact, he was so small boned, she was pretty sure SHE could carry HIM. There was no question like that with Thomas. He was extremely large, and seemed to have an unlimited supply of muscles. 

"Are you hurt bad?" asked Belinda as she walked up to Cheryl.

"It looks pretty swollen," said Teresa as she joined them.

"The ankle's not too bad, but I think I really pulled a muscle good in my upper thigh," answered Cheryl.

"Thomas, get the hot tub fired up, this girl is going to need to soak in it for awhile to try to work that muscle pull out," commanded Belinda.

"Sure," answered Thomas.

"I don't have anything to wear in the hot tub though," said Cheryl.

"No problem honey. You can wear what you have on, then I can loan you some sweats for when you get out," answered Belinda. "I think we could all benefit from soaking in the hot tub for awhile."

"You got sweats that'll fit my bubble butt," asked Teresa with a smile.

"Honey, I AM a black girl, remember?" asked Belinda, causing them all to laugh a bit.

"Sometimes I think I must have some black in my bloodline somewhere. I've never seen another white girl with booty like I got," said Teresa.

"I'll second that," said Thomas as he returned to the room.

Again, the room filled with laughter. Thomas had also changed into a pair of swim trunks. These were pretty much as form fitting as his Spandex had been, and all three girls eyes immediately went straight to the crotch of them, where his huge cock could easily be seen through them.

"OK, first off, we need to get Cheryl into the tub," said Thomas as he reached down and untied her shoes and pulled them off. Her socks quickly followed.





The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 13



Cheryl couldn't help but marvel at how gentle such a large brute of a man could be. As he removed her shoes he had a gentle, tender touch that was very endearing. Rather abruptly, Thomas lifted her into the air again, and was carrying her toward the hot tub!

Cheryl knew her shirt was going to be completely translucent once it got wet. Being carried around like a little rag doll by Thomas was really turning her on. Never before had she felt so taken care of. Never before had she felt so totally at the mercy of a man. He was so strong -- he could carry her around here and there as if she were a little girl. She felt herself nuzzle her head against his chest as he carried her. This caused Thomas to smile a bit to himself. 

GOD, he wanted her again.

Thomas gently lowered Cheryl into the hot tub. The water was extremely hot, but not more than she could tolerate. It felt glorious on her sore muscles.

Shortly after Thomas got Cheryl into the tub, the rest of them joined. They were all climbing in together.

In advance, Belinda had made up some Margaritas. "Thomas, would you be a dear & run & fetch us the two pitchers of Margaritas. I think we can all use something refreshing about now," asked Belinda.

"Sure baby," answered Thomas.

As the girls settled in, Teresa turned to Belinda. "You are so lucky girlfriend. That man is special."

"Why thank you. Yes, he is a great guy," answered Belinda.

"And not so bad to look at either! Wheweeei! Is he built?" laughed Teresa.

"Yeah, he is. In ALL the right places," laughed Belinda. "I was telling Cheryl one night that before I met Thomas I had dated some white boys. Once I got together with Thomas, there was NO turning back."

"It can't be all THAT different," challenged Teresa.

"Ummm... YEAH, it can. Once you see a black man's dick, the white boys pale in comparison," laughed Belinda.

This caused all the girls to begin giggling, just as Thomas returned with the Margaritas and climbed into the tub next to his wife.

Belinda poured all the girls a tall/strong Margarita, which they accepted gratefully.

"How's that pulled muscle?" asked Thomas to Cheryl.

"It's not bad. The hot tub is certainly helping. And I'm sure a Margarita or two won't kill it either," replied Cheryl.

"Baby, why don't you give her one of those sore muscle massages that you are so famous for," offered Belinda.

"No problem," answered Thomas as he scooted over between Cheryl and Teresa. His hand disappeared under the bubbles, and found Cheryl's upper thigh.

"Is this the sore spot?" he asked, as he gently brushed her upper thigh.

"No, it's right here," answered Cheryl as she took his hand and guided further in to her inner and upper thigh. His hand was now dangerously close to her pussy, and it was simply adding to her arousal.

Thomas began gently, but firmly massaging her sore muscle. The strength in his hand was almost overwhelming, and Cheryl couldn't suppress a low moan.

"HEY, I think *I* might need one of those massages," laughed Teresa as she studied Cheryl's face, and saw nothing but absolute pleasure in her eyes.

"Thomas, while you were gone I was telling the girls about how before I met you I dated some white boys...and how, after having you, I would NEVER go back," smiled Belinda.

"Would you stop it! Don't embarrass our guests," snapped Thomas back at his wife.

"Ummm...I'm not embarrassed. I'm a lot more curious than embarrassed," answered Teresa.

"Curious about what?" asked Belinda, trying to suppress a knowing smile.

"Behave girl," said Thomas.

"Curious about what makes a black guy so much better," answered Teresa, egging on Belinda a bit.

They had all finished a tall Margarita a piece, and were working on their second ones. These were some STRONG Margaritas, and Teresa was starting to feel no pain.

"EVERYTHING makes them better," answered Belinda, intentionally remaining vague.

Teresa kicked back another large swallow of alcohol, and decided to push the issue a bit. She was getting very turned on sitting in this hot tub next to this hard bodied man, watching him rub her friends upper thighs to the point where she was moaning out loud.

"Everything -- like what?" prodded Teresa.

"Well, let's put it this way; no white boy was HALF or even a THIRD as good as Thomas is in bed," laughed Belinda.

"MMMMMMM...," moaned Cheryl as Thomas's strong fingers continued rubbing her upper thigh muscle, and the thought of when he had fucked her jumped back into her memory.

"Evidently he's good at muscle massage," laughed Teresa.

"He's good at EVERYTHING," answered Belinda. "And his dick is the biggest thing *I* have ever seen."

"Girl, you need to slow down on the booze," growled Thomas to his wife, as he felt himself being embarrassed. "You talk too much when you drink."

"Awww, he's just being modest. Here's a true story," started Belinda, as she refilled everyone's glasses for the third time. "When I first met Thomas, I was seriously dating a white boy. Well, one night Thomas and I kinda let things get outta hand, and he fucked me that night."

"BELINDA!" interrupted Thomas.

"Well, that same night I went back home to my little whitey boy. He went to fuck me, and I couldn't even FEEL when he was inside me," Belinda started laughing loudly, which was very contagious, and pretty soon everyone, including Thomas was laughing to the point where their stomachs hurt.

Cheryl's memory instantly shot back to the night when Chris fucked her doggy style. She didn't even know he had fully penetrated her. She had the exact same experience as what Belinda was describing!

"I think that's good Thomas. Thanks," said Cheryl as the spot he had been massaging had been pretty well worked out.

"Are you good at shoulders too?" asked Teresa, instantly seeing an opportunity to sample those strong hands that had her friend moaning moments before.

"Sure," offered Thomas. "I'm starting to get a little warm," said Cheryl.

"Yeah, it's the hot water," answered Belinda. "Just raise up and sit on the upper side for a bit."

Without thinking about it, Cheryl lifted herself out of the tub, and rested on the edge as Teresa positioned herself directly in front of Thomas.

"This ok?" asked Thomas to Belinda.

"Well sure. We can't just give one guest preferential treatment can we? Besides, we have to give Teresa at least some demonstration of how you're better than all the rest," joked Belinda.

At that moment, Belinda's eyes went to Cheryl. She began laughing again. Belinda possessed a very catching laugh. Whenever she began to laugh, invariably, everyone would be laughing before too long.

Thomas looked at his wife, trying to figure out what was so funny. He saw she was looking in Cheryl's direction, so he looked over -- at just the same instant that Teresa positioned herself in front of him, pushing her perfect ass back against his bulge.

Cheryl's shirt was completely transparent. He could clearly see every detail of both of her breasts as the clear white T-shirt stuck to them. However, this didn't make HIM feel like laughing, instead, coupled with Teresa snuggling up against his bulge, he felt himself beginning to harden.

Trying to avoid staring, Thomas went immediately to work on Teresa's shoulders. He grabbed on each side and started a firm but gentle massage.

"MMMMMM..I see what you mean now," moaned Teresa, as she felt herself melting. Her muscles were also a bit sore, and the strong massage felt positively wonderful. She could also feel something rather large -- which surely couldn't be his cock, rubbing against her back side. It felt more like his leg or something, surely his COCK couldn't be THAT large!

"What's so funny?" asked Cheryl.

"Nothing honey," answered Belinda.

Cheryl looked down. "Oh my GOD!" she said, and slid back down into the water turning 3 shades of red. "I can't believe I did that."

"Don't worry about it sweetheart," said Belinda scooting over beside her. "We're all adults here. It's not really that big of a deal. Thomas and I almost always hot tub naked," consoled Belinda.

"Yeah, but you two are married," said Cheryl, feeling as if she were going to cry.

"And you guys are close friends. Don't sweat it! Thomas has seen titties before." Laughed Belinda. "Look," and with that, Belinda reached behind her and unhooked her top, allowing it to fall away!

All eyes in the room instantly went to her ample bosom. 

"Yee Haw!" exclaimed Thomas. "Now things are lookin up!"

This made Cheryl feel better. Now she didn't feel so singled out.

With that, Teresa raised up, and pulled her shirt up and over her head! "OK, now we're all EVEN" stated the blond.

Cheryl smiled at her friends. "You guys are the best!" she said. She really WAS feeling hot again, so she raised herself back up on the ledge.

Thomas resumed his massage of Teresa's shoulders. "MMMM....," was all she could say in her appreciation.

"Well, we aren't QUITE all even," smiled Belinda.

"We're all topless, but Thomas isn't showing anything," grinned Belinda.

"What do you mean, I've been topless every since we got IN here," laughed Thomas.

Belinda swallowed the last of her third drink, pouring herself yet another.

"True, but if you're getting to see titties, I think we should get to see some dick!" laughed Belinda.

Again, Belinda began laughing, which got EVERYONE laughing again. 

"Yeah, that's only fair," offered Teresa.

Cheryl just sat there, not believing where this conversation had turned.

"I'm not just going to whip it out in front of our guests," said Thomas to his wife, not really believing she was suggesting that. "You really need to slow down on the Margaritas, I think you're getting DRUNK."

"CHICKEN!" wailed Belinda. "Bak-bak-bak-bak," Belinda knew her husband was not one to be dared and not follow through.

"You really want me to show my dick to these ladies?" asked Thomas incredulously. As he looked from girl to girl, Belinda and Teresa both completely bare breasted, and Cheryl might as well have taken off her shirt, since everything was clearly showing. In fact, simply having the shirt on, yet everything being on display was almost more sexy than being completely topless.

"How else am I going to make my point to Teresa?" asked Belinda.

"We should turn on some music and have him do a strip tease for us," offered Teresa.

"Excellent idea!" answered Belinda! "That gives me an even BETTER idea!" With that, Belinda slid over next to her husband and whispered something into his ear.

"You are crazy girl. I am NOT doing that," answered Thomas indignantly.

To which, Belinda whispered something else into his ear, followed by putting her tongue directly into his ear.

"You talked me into it," laughed Thomas, as he stood up. "Here's my conditions though:

Let's get out of this tub, dry off, and go sit in the living room. You girls are NOT allowed to cover up your tits. If I gotta strip, the tits stay out! You have to TIP me!" The girls were laughing, and all applauded his last idea. 

Belinda was really getting into this whole idea. She whispered to him again.

"No, I'm not doing that," said Thomas.

Followed again by more whispering and more tongue in his ear.

"I can't believe you today," said Thomas.

Cheryl tried to lift herself out of the hot tub, and found that her ankle was still pretty tender to walk on. Before she knew what was happening, Thomas hoisted her into the air, and carried her back into the living room, gently depositing her on the couch. After which, he disappeared upstairs, evidently to change.

Belinda was beside herself for having such a wonderful idea. She grabbed a CD, and set the stereo to play a song over and over again. Next, she ran to her purse, and rummaged through for all the dollars she had. She had 4 one dollar bills. Each of the girls also had 3 each.

"Damn, where's an ATM when you need it?" laughed Belinda.

"Are you sure about this Belinda?" asked Cheryl, feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing.

"HELL YES she's sure," answered Teresa, causing them all to erupt into laughter again.

"It will be fun," assured Belinda. "Don't worry honey, it'll all just be in good, silly fun." 

"You guys ready?" called Thomas from the stairway.

"Just a second," answered Belinda as she ran to the stereo, pushing a button. Instantly the song Black Velvet starting playing. "OK baby, we're ready and wating!"

With that, Thomas entered the room. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans, a flannel shirt, work boots, and a hard hat. This was evidently some kind of fantasy favorite of his and Belinda's.

"WHEEEW!" shouted Belinda, followed by whistles and catcalls from her and the other two girls. Even Cheryl found herself getting into the fun.

Thomas began some cheesey dancing as he entered the room. As he stood in front of the couch where the three girls were sitting, he stood, and just looked at them. "Damn, they look hot sitting there with their titties showing," he thought to himself.

Suddenly, he reached up with both hands on his shirt, and tore it completely open, sending buttons flying all over the room.

"YEAH!!" called Teresa, causing the all of them to break into simultaneous laughter.

"Take it off, ya big stud," shouted Belinda.

Thomas worked the shirt off his arms, tossing it onto his wife's head, and continued dancing around.

"HI, I'm Tom the construction guy" he said in his sultriest voice. "Got anything that needs fixin'?"

The girls were howling with laughter. "Yeah, I have a drain that's totally backed up," answered Belinda, encouraging the act. "Can you help me sir?" 

Cheryl was frozen in one spot, unable to move, unable to speak. She stared at his bulging chest, and felt herself growing weak. She had no idea where this was going to end, but she feared that she might have a hard time concealing her lust if this whole thing continued. Thomas had a very rugged-look about him with the shirt torn off his body, dancing around in tight jeans, work boots, and a hard hat. The look REALLY worked for him.

"Like what you see so far?" Thomas asked Teresa, as he placed his right work boot on the sofa, directly between her legs.

"Hell YES!" answered Teresa, again causing everyone to laugh at her directness.

"Then help me out by helping me get this boot off, baby" said Thomas in his best Elvis voice.

Teresa wasted no time. She went to work on the laces right away, and had his boot off in a matter of seconds!

He danced around the room again for awhile. Then wandered over to Cheryl, and repeated the same line, "Like what you see so far?" he asked as he placed his left foot on the couch directly between her legs.

Cheryl felt a frog in her throat, but managed, "So far, so good," and went to work on his other boot. Unfortunately, in her haste to get them off, she pulled the laces into a tight knot! Belinda wound up having to help her get the stupid thing off!

With that, he spun away, and continued his dance moves for a moment. The song started over again. Thomas approached his wife, bent over her on the couch, placed the hard hat onto her head, and asked, "These buttons are too tough for me on these pants. Can you help me out pretty lady?"

All eyes were glued to her hands and she worked the buttons on his pants. Within seconds, she had them unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down. Before he could leave, she reached her hand down, grabbing his bulge and giving it a small squeeeze.

"HEY lady, no touching allowed," he scolded in his Elvis voice again, causing the girls to laugh. Then he worked his bulge right back to her. She squeezed again.

"You are a naughty one! I should at least get a tip for all this groping!" Thomas said in an offended tone. To which, Belinda pulled out a $1.00.

He edged closer, bending over on the couch. She grabbed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth, and pushing the bill into his pants.

He pulled back, and danced to the center of the floor. "She's a naughty one" he said again in his Elvis voice, pulling the dollar out, and placing it on the coffee table. "But a guys gotta make a living somehow."

With that, Thomas started wiggling his pants down. As they slowly came down, the girls were treated to the site of his tiny G string. It was a leopard skin G string, and it was struggling to contain it's contents.

"Holy Crap," said Cheryl, uttering her first words yet. Again, the room was filled with laughter.

Thomas looked truly amazing, dancing around with a tiny leopard skinned G string that could only be described as STUFFED full of cock. It was like a second skin on his cock, and as the girls stared, they could make out every detail of his huge member though the garment.

Teresa made a production of pulling out a dollar and allowing Thomas to see it. He smiled, and danced his way over to her. He stood up on the couch, with his crotch directly in her face.

Teresa just stared for a second, awestruck. Thomas grabbed her hand that had the dollar in it with one hand, and pulled the top of his G-string back with the other. He pulled her dainty little hand into his underwear, and left it there with the dollar in it. Teresa instantly let go of the dollar, and for a second, touched his bare cock with her hand.

With that, Thomas pulled her hand away, and danced back to the center of the room. He reached in his undies, pulled out the dollar, smiled, and dropped it with the other one.

Belinda was next to pull out another dollar. He smiled, and danced over to her, repeating the same maneuver he had just used. Except, when he put her hand with the dollar into his G-string, she immediately grabbed his cock, and pulled it out -- exposing it for all to see, though just for a second.

A gasp could be heard in the room, then Thomas pulled her hand away, and danced back to the center of the room. Again, he retrieved the dollar, and dropped it with the others. He smiled, and said, "A fella could earn a living at this!"

He could tell that Cheryl was never going to encourage him to come to her. He decided she needed special treatment, so as he stood in the center of the room, he hooked a thumb under each side of the undies, and started sliding them down. Just as his pubic hair was coming into view, he twirled around, pulling them all the way to his feet, and kicking them off with his ass showing to the crowd.

Belinda cheered, "Nice ASS baby!" and the girls again were laughing. But they only laughed for a second, because next, he turned around -- giving them a full frontal. As they stared at his 9", totally flaccid cock, he started walking toward Cheryl. All eyes were on his cock as it dangled back and forth as he approached the young wife.

Teresa mutteed, "that thing is at least twice as big as my husband's best hardon, and he's still completely soft!"

Belinda answered, "yeah, and it gets quite a bit bigger, just wait."

Thomas approached Cheryl in the same fashion that he had the other two ladies, only this time, he was completely naked. Cheryl's eyes were simply glued to his cock. Even though she had seen it before, it was none the less captivating. He climbed up on the couch in front of her, and dangled it just a few inches from her face.

Cheryl immediately caught his masculine scent in her nose. She was reeling from it. It drew her to it. It took everything within her not to stick her tongue out and touch it. To grab the head in her mouth and start sucking. Instead, she simply stared at it, inhaling his scent, and feeling her pussy moisten to the point where she feared that she would leave a wet spot on the couch.

As he stood there, Belinda reached over and grabbed is cock in her hand. She started squeezing and massaging it right in front of Cheryl's face. His cock immediately responded, and started growing hard.

Thomas stood there in this position for about 30 seconds. His wife stroking his cock right under the blonde's nose. He was now completely hard, and his cock stood directly out from his body in all it's glory, right in front of Cheryl's face.




The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 13



Cheryl broke the spell by asking, "I don't have anywhere to place my dollar?"

Thomas smiled down at her and replied, "Why don't you just wrap it around my cock?"

Cheryl needed no further encouragement. She reached up with both hands, and wrapped the dollar around his huge member. Once wrapped around, she held it there with her hand, feeling his heartbeat running through his huge cock.

"My God, it's so HARD," commented Cheryl.

With that, he danced away again. Belinda got up from the couch then, and turned the stereo off. Black Velvet was getting a bit old for all of them by now.

"OK girls, that's the show," said Belinda, returning to the couch.

"Hey, no fair," said Teresa. "I never got to touch it."

Belinda looked up at her husband and smiled. "She's right babe, she's the only one who hasn't."

He walked up to the edge of the couch where she was sitting, putting his cock right up to her face as he had done to Cheryl.

Teresa turned to Belinda and asked, "You don't mind if I touch it a bit?"

Belinda smiled and said, "Go for it. This was all for you to give you a proper idea of how black guys compare."

Teresa turned back to the mammoth dick in her face. She reached up with her hand, and gently wrapped it around it. "Compare? There's NO comparison with anything I've seen!"

Teresa began to blatantly stroke the cock in front of her. She was turned on, and dropped all pretenses of anything other than she wanted to play with the amazing cock that was in front of her. As she stroked it, Thomas began to leak precum all over her hand.

"OOPS, did he cum?" she asked Belinda as if Thomas were not even in the room. All that was before her was a huge black cock.

"No honey, that's just his precum. It takes a lot of precum to lube up a dick that big!"

"Mmmmm....," replied Teresa as she leaned in a bit closer, taking in his masculine scent. She gently blew on the tip of his cock, causing it to jump a bit in her hand."

Without taking her eyes off it, Teresa asked, "Can I taste it?"

Thomas looked t Belinda with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Well, you can't get a real good comparison without a taste, can you?" she asked.

Teresa needed no further prompting. She stuck her tongue out and began gently licking the giant black lollipop before her. As she took the head into her mouth, she slid off the couch onto her knees on the floor before him. It just felt right to be kneeling before the giant of a man as she worshiped his amazing cock.

"I think she needs a little help with that," whispered Belinda to Cheryl. As if in a trance, Cheryl scooted down beside her friend, kneeling in front of Thomas.

In an effort to prove that she indeed needed no help at all, Teresa suddenly began pushing more and more of Thomas's huge cock into her mouth.

Cheryl smiled, and expected that her friend would soon gag, and it would be her turn to sample it. However, this did not happen. As they all watched her, Teresa relaxed her throat a bit, and continued pushing forward....bit by bit....until her nose suddenly made contact with his pubic hair!!

"Holy SHIT!" said Thomas.

"I second that!" said Belinda. "I don't think ANYONE has ever successfully deep throated Thomas!"

"Nobody," agreed Thomas.

Teresa was so pleased with herself. She just held his cock lodged deep in her throat for a few moments before pulling the whole thing out.

As soon as it came out, she did gag a bit. But Cheryl immediately took her place, shoving several inches of his cock into her mouth. At this point, Belinda seemed to lose it a bit.

"Suck that big black cock you horny little white slut!" shouted Belinda. As she said this, Cheryl felt like she had a mini-orgasm, it was so exciting being ordered in such a way to do something she so desperately wanted to do.

"You LOVE that big giant black prick, don't you?" demanded Belinda.

When Cheryl didn't answer right away, Belinda grabbed a handful of her pretty blonde hair and pulled fairly hard on it

"ANSWER ME BITCH! You LOVE that big black cock, don't you?" yelled Belinda.

Cheryl pulled off his cock so that she could utter, "YES!" Then stuffed as much of it as she could back in before Teresa could steal it away again.

Not to be denied, Teresa lowered herself a bit, and began licking Thomas's massive balls. Suddenly, both of the blondes were working very hard, together, to try to satisfy the incredible specimen of a man standing before them.

As Cheryl came up for air, Teresa was right there, taking his prick deep into her mouth again. Again she amazed the room by totally deep throating his cock. As she pulled back, Cheryl went to take it into her mouth again when Belinda intervened.

Belinda grabbed Cheryl by the hair again, and directed her face to Teresa's. "You little white slut, kiss the other little white tramp," she said, pushing Cheryl's face to Teresa's.

Before Cheryl could react, Teresa shoved her tongue into her mouth.

"MMMM....," moaned Cheryl as the blonde kissed her like she had never been kissed before. Suddenly, everything felt a bit surreal for Cheryl. She had never felt attracted to another girl in her life, but the shear wildness of being on her knees in front of Thomas's giant cock with her new good friend kissing her like she had never before been kissed --

Suddenly Teresa took charge a bit, feeling her friend responding to her touch. She reached up with both hands, and pulled her friends damp little half shirt up...they broke the kiss only long enough for her to pull the garment completely off. Then Cheryl found herself forcing her face back to Teresa's trying to get more of that amazing kiss.

Cheryl pushed her tongue into her friends mouth as she felt Teresa's hands closing around each breast.

As Thomas looked down at the most erotic sight he had ever seen, he glanced over at his wife and winked at her.

Suddenly Thomas grabbed Teresa and half lifted her away, pushing her face first onto the couch in a bent over position. "Now you get to find out just EXACTLY why black guys are better," he said, positioning himself behind her.

He looked over at Cheryl, "YOU! Guide my cock into this horny little sluts pussy," he demanded.

It wasn't a request, and Cheryl found herself automatically doing exactly as he instructed her. She grabbed his beautiful cock, and lined it up with her friends wet and willing pussy. Thomas began pushing, and the head disappeared into her friend.

As Cheryl kneeled there, mesmerized by the sight, Belinda suddenly appeared behind her. Again she grabbed her by the hair and turned her around. Suddenly, she was staring face to face with Belinda's pussy.

"EAT IT, you little blonde slut!" demanded Belinda, and without further warning, she grabbed Cheryl's behind the head with both hands, and forced her pussy into the girls face.

Suddenly Cheryl became a woman possessed! As the moans from her friend beside her increased due to getting the fucking of her life, Cheryl got her first taste of pussy ever. To her surprise, she LOVED it. She found herself suddenly devouring Belinda. She couldn't push her tongue far enough into her black friend's pussy.

Belinda spun them around a bit, and laid herself back onto the couch, directly next to where her husband was now pounding his cock into Teresa. She could now watch her husband fucking the tight little blonde, while the other one sucked her pussy.

Cheryl reached up and inserted a couple of fingers into Belinda's pussy. She found her G-spot and began rubbing it while her tongue danced across Belinda's cit. While she was doing this, she was able to glance over and see the action that was taking place right beside her.

Thomas was pulling his cock all the way out of Teresa, then plunging it all the way back in, as he stared down at her. Teresa's perfect ass was sticking straight up in the air, and she was shoving back for all that she was worth.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my Gooooooood.....," Teresa screamed as she came all over Thomas's huge wet cock. Cheryl could actually see the creamy white cum from her friend completely coat Thomas's prick. He was now a totally gooey mess.

With that, she returned her attention to Belinda's pussy before her. She was amazed at how turned on eating her friend was making her. With that, Thomas pulled out of Teresa, grabbed Cheryl's ass, and shoved half of his cock deeply into her tight pussy! 

"AAAAHHH!!" screeched Cheryl as she once again felt totally filled and totally fulfilled.

"You little slut," said Belinda down to her. "You wanted that big black cock in you every since the first time you saw it, didn't you?"

"Ohhh YES!" answered Cheryl honestly.

"Well, now you can have it, but you gotta eat my cum to get it."

"Ohhhh YES!" repeated Cheryl, digging her tongue deeper into Belinda. She wanted so badly to please this wonderful woman who so kindly was sharing the best cock in the world with her and her friend."

Thomas was totally pounding into her again. Cheryl could feel the orgasm fast approaching.

All at once, Belinda let out a loud screech, "AAAAAHHHHHHHGGG!!" she grabbed Cheryl's head with both hands again, forcing her pussy completely into the girls eager mouth. At the same time, Cheryl had the hugest orgasm of her life. She felt her cum squirting all over Thomas's cock. It was actually dripping down his thighs, and hers, all over the carpet.

At that moment Cheryl completely passed out.

She awoke in Belinda's arms just a few moments later. She opened her eyes, and looked directly into Belinda's.

"Thank you so much Belinda. That was the best sex I have ever had in my life," she honestly told her friend. At the same time, she glanced over as her friend was saying,

"NOO...you can't put it there, it's too big."

As she looked over, she saw Thomas eagerly pushing his cock against Teresa's perfect bubble butt.

"No it isn't...just relax. I gotta have this ASS!" answered Thomas.

Teresa was trying to squirm away. "NO! Too big. Hurts. Please stoooooopp...." At that, Thomas had pushed the head up into her ass. He gently, and slowly began pulling out a bit, and pushing in just a little bit more. After several minutes of this, Thomas's entire prick was shoved all the way into Teresa's beautiful butt. 

He began to rhythmically pump in and out of the girl. "OH my God. I'm so full. I'm so full. I'm so full.....," said Teresa. 

As they watched the sight next to them, Belinda gently reached over and began cupping Cheryl's breast. Cheryl simply could not believe how erotic the sight before her was. Teresa looked like the perfect specimen of a white girl, and her ass was being pounded by the most amazing cock on the planet. As she stared, captivated by it all, she felt Belinda's hand sliding down past her stomach. Soon she began to gently play with her friend's pussy.

"OOOOOHHHH....AAAAAHHHHHH...." was all Cheryl could say. She leaned back in her friends arms, relaxed, and watched her other friend being severely fucked in her ass as Belinda gently fingered her to yet another orgasm.

"YEEEEEESSSS!!" screamed Teresa as Thomas continued pounding her. She reached her hand up underneath them and began frantically fingering her own pussy as she was being ass fucked.

"FUCK me in the ASS with that huge cock of yours!! I want it! I want it! Harder! Harder!"

This was all Thomas could take. He cocked his head back and let out a bellow that could probably be heard three houses down as he began to pump the largest load of cum he had ever ejactulated into the hot young blonde beneath him -- as he started at her perfect ass. Teresa joined his call and let loose a scream of her own as she lost herself in her own orgasm. Cheryl began to fear that the neighbors might call the police with all the noise they were making.

After everyone had cum, they all lay in a pile on the living room floor. Everyone was too tired to move. SO they just lay there in a heaving, sweating pile. Teresa looked over at her friend Cheryl from underneath Thomas and smiled. "SO, how'd you like your first aerobics class?"

"I could certainly handle losing weight this way," confessed Cheryl.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 14



Note: This story was a reader request...and co-written with Blonde Teresa.

*

"I just can't imagine why they are working out so late every time," Chris lamented to his new friend Bob. 

Bob slammed back another beer and nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, Teresa's always been pretty diligent about her workouts, but NEVER to this extent!" 

"You know, it's not so bad having the wives away, I can finally catch up on my sports, get all my stuff done, just have some ME time, and just relax," offered Bob. 

Even though Bob was saying these things, what he was really feeling inside was quite different. He was trying to put on a real macho exterior for his friend's benefit, but just like his friend Chris, he was lost without his wife. There was really nothing that could substitute for being with her. Not watching sports or movies, or even playing golf could replace his wife's glow that just seemed to keep his entire world lit up.

"Hey buddy, you definitely said it. This is definitely the life," replied Chris as he finished up his 7th beer. Bob was about to put an end to his 8th beer. The two married men had become much closer since their wives started spending so much time together. The girls were not only doing aerobics together -- a LOT -- lately, but they had also started shopping, and just having the girl's night out almost every week here lately. 

Here lately, Belinda had started coming over to their place, and occasionally, she would bring her husband Thomas along. Chris never told Bob about his wife's liaisons with Thomas. He didn't know if he could tell anyone. He was somewhat embarrassed about what had happened, but at the same time, incredibly turned on about the things that occurred between Cheryl and Thomas.

"So, Thomas is your boss right? How is that all working out?" asked Bob.

"Just fine, really. He's a great guy," replied Chris

"Yeah, I only met him that one time at the party. He seems like a great guy. His wife Belinda seems nice too, though she can be pretty pushy at times."

"Yeah," responded Chris. "I'm not sure if it's really being pushy or if she is just a little bit more straightforward with the way she puts things sometimes. One thing you have to admit though Bob, Belinda is one smokin' hot woman. Shit, she can talk down to me all she wants. With that ass, I'd let her walk all over me."

Both men, feeling the effects of too much alcohol laughed at that comment.

"Shit, I know you've seen my wife's ass. I'm not sure, but it might even be bigger then Belinda's. Would you let Teresa just walk all over you?" asked Bob.

"Ummmm....yeah, trust me Bob, I've definitely noticed your wife's ass. With all those skimpy little outfits she is constantly parading around in, it would definitely seem that she doesn't mind showing off that bubble butt of hers."

Both me were becoming increasingly more drunk as the conversation progressed. They were now spilling their beers as they talked. 

"Shit Chris, you ain't seen nothin' yet," remarked Bob as he stood up, almost losing his balance in the process. Chris followed after his friend in a similar fashion.

"Where are we going?" asked Chris.

"Here, pull up a seat," replied Bob as he sat down at his computer, motioning for Chris to join him.

"Now you better not tell Cheryl or Teresa about this. You got me? If word got back to Teresa that I had showed you these, I would be dead meat!" As Bob spoke to Chris, the alcohol emanating from his breath could be picked up a mile away. Bob swayed his finger as he attempted to point to the screen in front of him. 

"Of course! Believe me, your secret is safe with me! What are you going to show me?" asked Chris.

Three clicks later, Bob opened up a photo gallery on his computer. It was of Bob and Teresa's vacation in the Bahamas this past summer.

"This, my friend, is what I have been talking about," slurred Bob.

The pictures that came up were of Teresa in a tiny string bikini. The all black bikini barely covered anything on the blonde bombshell. The top just barely covered her nipples. Her huge breasts seemed ready to burst forth through the material. And what's more, as Chris attempted to look closer in his drunken stupor, Teresa must definitely do some trimming of her pubic hair, or it would surely be visible around the tiny bikini bottoms! The beach where the photos were taken looked like an immaculate paradise, but nothing could tear Chris's eyes away from the sexy woman standing on the beach.

"Now this is from our last vacation. The four of us went down to Cancun for two weeks," said Bob.

"The four of you?" responded Chris, though never peeling his eyes off the sexy woman on the screen.

Bob clicked on another picture, and threw his head back, finishing off his 8th beer.

"Yeah, Teresa and I, along with our neighbor Jerome and his girlfriend Stacey. Now that is one hot little Number! I'll have to show you her."

Bob passed through several more photos of Teresa. The images were coming and going so quickly, that Chris wasn't really able to study them as carefully as he would have liked to, much to his disappointment. Some pictures he could quickly make out, before they disappeared off the screen. The ones that he could get a glimpse of made him want to see more. 

The tiny black bikini that Teresa was wearing was nothing but a thong in the back. They definitely showed off her exquisitely stacked bubblebutt, Chris found him self starting to shift. Even those ½ second images would stay with him for a long time. He wished Bob would just slow down and let him see all the pics.

"OK, here it is! Here we go," said Bob.

The picture on the screen was of a blonde woman, but it was not Teresa. Though wearing a very similar tiny black bikini, this girl looked considerably younger. She did not have an ass like Teresa, but as far as Chris could remember, nobody really did. The most obvious attribute about this young girl, however, was the fact that her breasts were simply HUGE! Similar to Teresa's the bikini top, it scarcely covered the girl's nipples. Chris could tell by the picture that her tits were at least a 48 DDD. 

"WOW! I'm just guessing, but I bet you guys had a GREAT time down there," exclaimed Chris as he jabbed Bob in the side with his elbow. Both men stood captivated, starring at the screen.

"Yeah," responded Bob in a low voice.

"What do you mean, just 'yeah'. Shit what could possibly be wrong with two hot women like that to look at the entire time you are on vacation?" asked Chris.

Bob looked earnestly at Chris, and then clicked the mouse, bringing up the next picture.

"Jerome," was Bob's simple reply.

Chris saw the screen get darker out of the corner of his eye. Looking away from Bob's face towards the screen, Chris saw something almost just as shocking as the pictures of Teresa and Stacey.

"That is Stacey's boyfriend Jerome. He is our neighbor that I was telling you about," continued Bob.

"Jesus!" was the only reply Chris could manage.

On the screen, there was an extremely muscular young dark black man. He had a shaved head, and his incredibly toned and muscular dark body was simply glistening under the bright Bahamas sun. 

However, the shocking part could be detected as the eye traveled down just a little bit further. Similar to how Teresa and Stacey's bikini's were a contrasting black on their white skin color, Jerome had a white suite that contrasted strikingly against his black skin. 

Calling what Jerome was wearing a 'bathing suit' was certainly stretching the definition of the term! As scandalous as Teresa and Stacey's bikinis were, Jerome's suite may have actually been a bit more obscene! Clad only in a tiny white speedo, Jerome had the presence of an ebony God. He looked as if he could almost be in a body building competition the way his muscular phsyique stood out on the bright sandy beach. His massive, hulking black body stood out strikingly against his bulging white spandex cloth. And what a bulge it was! Even Chris found himself staring at it intently, in spite of himself. The white cloth looked to be under considerable duress, as if it was about ready to split under the pressure from the contents inside. That massive bulge would be hard to miss! By now, Bob was looking directly at it as well.

"Well, I guess I can see your problem!" chuckled Chris. 

"Yeah, now you see why the vacation wasn't all that great of a time by all! Stacey hardly even knew I was there most of the time. I probley talked to her for a total of 30 minutes the entire two weeks. She was completely enthralled by Jerome. And that's not the worst of it either. My wife Teresa also seemed to dote on him the entire trip. She was hanging around him every chance she got. I guess it's hard to blame her though."

Bob clicked on mouse, bringing up the next picture. This picture showed Teresa and Stacey on either side of Jerome. They were all posing for a shot on the beach, and it was obvious that Bob was the one behind the camera. 

The contrasting of skin, the three incredibly hot bodies all together in one shot were too much to handle for Chris. The alcohol already consumed was catching up to him.

"Well one thing you do have to admit, that guy is surely packing." Chris now was being bolder.

"Yeah, and he didn't mind showing it off either. One night Teresa came and found me, and she was acting pretty funny. When I asked her what was wrong, said she that she had walked into the hotel room, and had accidentally caught Stacey on her knees giving Jerome a blowjob."

"HOLY SHIT!" exclaimed Chris, obviously enthralled with the turn of the discussion.

"Yeah, you're tell me! She said Stacey was right there on her knees, with both hands wrapped around Jerome's dick. Teresa went on to tell me that even with both hands wrapped around it, his dick was still only about half covered. What wasn't covered by Stacey's hands was covered by her tiny mouth as she sucked his cock," said Bob.

"I bet that about freaked her out! Christ, how long did Teresa stand there watching? Did they even know she saw them?" asked Chris, trying to mask some of the excitement he was starting to feel as he envisioned the scene in his mind.

"Yeah, well that's what upset me the most. When Teresa came back and told me what she had seen, I asked her the same question. She said she didn't hang around and watch the whole thing. She said she just opened the door and saw it, and felt completely shocked at first. After all, seeing her friend and her neighbor in that situation and all, but then she confessed what shocked her even more was the size of Jerome's cock. I guess that got me a little upset, but hey, if I was a woman, and something like that suddenly appeared in front of me, I'd probably be looking too. So I guess I can't fault her for looking for awhile, I mean you have to admit the guy is hung. Teresa and I even joked later that Jerome certainly proves the myth about black guys being hung."

Both laughed at that, acting like they didn't believe it, like one black man proved an entire myth. But somehow, both men suddenly felt very much convinced that the 'myth' actually WAS true.

"So what made you upset?" asked Chris.

"Well she said that when she saw them, it took her a couple seconds to register what was actually taking place right in front of her eyes. As she was standing there, kinda confused, she looked up into Jerome's eyes. Jerome had instantly seen her standing there. She said when she made eye contact with him, he winked at her with a big old smile on his face. 

Not only that, but as he winked at her, he also grabbed Stacey's head with his hands, and forced her to go down even further on his dick! Teresa said he was looking at her the whole time, and that Stacey was oblivious to her being there. Teresa said she could hear her friend choking on it as he pulled her head down, and it was still not even halfway in her mouth," recounted Bob.

"Oh my God, that must have been a sight." blurted out Chris. 

"Well it just pissed me off that he winked at her and smiled while getting a blowjob from Teresa's friend. What's that all about anyway?" asked Bob. 

"Well did you say anything to him? Did you confront him?" asked Chris.

"Nah," answered Bob, hanging his head as if in shame. "I didn't say anything to him. I wanted to, but the timing was never quite there. I mean, it's not like his sex life is really any of my business. I just brushed it off as being in the heat of the moment, you know? If I were receiving a really good blowjob and another pretty girl walked in, who knows what I'd do." Reasoned Bob.

Chris leaned towards Bob.

"Yeah. Hey, don't feel too bad. It could have been a lot worse. At least nothing happened between Jerome and Teresa," offered Chris.

"That's true. But here's the thing, every since that day, she has been wearing more and more revealing things. At first I thought it was really great, you know, having a really HOT wife that every man in the world stares at and wants. I always thought I wanted her to do that, but now, more times than not, she'll wear the most scandalous things out in public. And of course whenever Jerome comes around, it seems to be even worse! You know as well as I about her little aerobics outfits. It's as if she has changed her entire wardrobe since that once incident!"

"I'm sure that tiny little bikini didn't help matters," responded Chris

"Shit, are you kidding me? She was a different woman after that day. She has always liked showing off her body, but it used to be in a more decent way. When it was like that, I was all for it. But every since that day, she would wear the skimpiest things when Jerome was around. Tight little half shirts with no bra, short little shorts that showed the bottom of her bubblebutt, and all kinds of . things like that. And hey, you remember how she acted at that Christmas party with Tyrone, who incidentally is actually Jerome's cousin."

"I had no idea!" answered Chris as he was trying to hide one of the biggest hardons of his life.

"Yeah, and he came to visit Jerome shortly after the party," said Bob.

"What happened?" asked Chris.

"Well I came home from work and all three of them, Jerome, Tyrone and my wife were all in our back pool. Teresa had on that tiny little black thong bikini, like in those pictures from our vacation, while Jerome and Tyrone both had on a pair of those white speedo bathing suits."

"Oh no," responded Chris."

"Yeah, you can probley guess what happened," continued Bob.

Chris was almost shaking by now from excitement. His eight beers, plus his horniness of picturing Teresa with those two big black studs was getting to be too much to bear.

"Just tell me that Tyrone isn't like his cousin?" Asked Chris.

"Oh yeah, just EXACTLY like his cousin." Answered Bob.

"Jesus, how can you compete with that?" Asked Chris.

"Tell me about it! I mean, it's not like I'm small, but those two guys are so much bigger. I'm nowhere close to that."

"Yeah, me either." confessed Chris.

Both men just looked at each other and then hung their heads, trying to think of what to say next. With the growing horniness and the alcohol running through his brain, Chris just let it all fly.

"You want to hear something?"

Bob looked at Chris.

"What?" Asked Bob.

"Well I have never told you about my wife Cheryl and Thomas. Now if I do, you have to promise me that you won't say anything to Teresa or anyone about this ok?" Asked Chris.

"Yeah man, I just showed you pictures of my wife in a thong bikini, and told you about the misfortunes of my last vacation. I think you can rest easy."

Both men laughed.

"Well I was on a business trip 2 months ago, so Cheryl was at home by herself. Thomas was also at home by himself because Belinda was up taking care of her sick mother," said Chris.

"Well, Belinda asked Cheryl if she could help her out by cooking a nice, homemade meal for Thomas on one of the days she would be away," continued Chris.

"Uh-oh, I can see trouble coming right away," interjected Bob.

"Yeah. Well, I didn't even know about this ahead of time, and neither did Thomas. So I get a phone call one night from Cheryl. She is in hysterics to the point that I'm wondering what had happened to her. Well, when I finally got her to calm down enough, she told me what had happened."

"I guess she had prepared a nice meal for Thomas. A really nice meal that is actually one of *my* favorite dishes that she rarely ever cooks for me. Anyway, took it over there and kinda snuck in the back door, to surprise Thomas just like Belinda had asked her to do. Well, when she walked in into the living room, Thomas was sitting in his chair, naked and jerking off."

"Holy Shit! "I can't fucking believe that!" exclaimed Bob.

"Yeah, and just like Teresa, it shocked the shit out of my wife as well," answered Chris.

"Damn, what is it with our wives seeing these big black guys naked?" asked Bob.

"I don't know, but she said he was huge, at least a foot long, like Jerome. She said he heard her, and he turned around, all startled."

"I bet." said Bob

"Well he apologized, and Teresa apologized for sneaking up on him. She said the whole time she was just watching his big dick sway back and forth as he searched for his pants. She said it was incredible looking."

"Shit, and you let your wife go over there with that Big Black Dick right in the same house with her," observed Bob.

"Hey, your wife is there too," Chris shot back.

Both men stared off into the distance, thinking of what the other didn't know, and wondering what they possibly might not know as well.



The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 15



It was Wednesday night again, and the girls were back in Belinda's basement working out hard yet again. "Alright girls, one more time, come on, 10, 9, 8 7, 6, keep it going, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

The music began to fade as Teresa finally started to slow down a bit. "OK! That should about do it! Wow, that was great. Good workout girls!" exclaimed Teresa to her sweat covered friends.

The music came to a halt, and the girls all looked exhausted, and glistening with sweat. Teresa reached over to the CD player that was directly behind her and turned it off and placed it next to her weights.

Belinda was still panting a bit from the cool-down. She leaned over, placed her hands on her hips, and smiled at Teresa. "Damn girl, you sure do give a sista a helluva workout." 

The girls all laughed as they dried themselves off with white workout towels.

"Maybe so," panted Teresa, "but it certainly wasn't as good of a workout as we've had the last couple of weeks!" 

Belinda stiffened a bit at this comment. She knew it would be coming at some point, and she had prepared her response to it. "Hey Teresa, you need to find your own Black Dick. All Thomas and I did was give you a demonstration. You could say that was just a little sampler."

All the girls laughed. Cheryl interjected, "It may have been a sampler, but there was definitely nothing 'little' about it!"

For the past 3 weeks that the girls had gone to Belinda's to do aerobics, Thomas had conveniently showed up while they were exercising. It had pretty much gone the same each week, with Thomas always providing the girls with a very rigid 'workout' similar to the one they got on that first night.

Teresa smiled and walked over to Belinda. "Well all I have to say is, my neck muscles are sore as hell, and could definitely use a bit of a workout." 

Belinda was not taking the bait this week. She simply snickered back at the young blonde, "well damn white girl, doesn't seem like your neck is all that stiff! Not with the way you keep deep throating my mans big black dick. Last I saw, seemed like your neck muscles were doin' just fine to me." Belinda said with a hint of sarcasm....and yet, there seemed to be something more in her tone. Perhaps a bit of impatience. She had shared her man a few times with these girls, and that was good & fine. However, the way Teresa could go all the way down on her husband's cock...quite frankly...made her just a bit jealous. And Thomas had actually brought it up more than one time in the last couple of weeks. The fact of the matter was, Belinda had pretty much had enough of it.

Cheryl laughed at Belinda's comment, completely missing the edge to her tone. Belinda and Cheryl had BOTH been completely shocked the first time they saw Teresa take all of Thomas' 13 inch black dick all the way down her throat. It almost didn't look real as they watched it. It was an incredible sight to see, and it was also quite evident how thoroughly Thomas had enjoyed it. In fact, each time in the last few times that they had worked out, Thomas always seemed to be showing up, and this was one thing he ALWAYS seemed to want to happen before all was said and done.

"Hey, you don't have to be jealous girl," Teresa shot back.

Belinda smirked at this comment, and took a menacing step toward Teresa. "Shit, me be jealous of you? That's rich. Here's a piece of advice for you -- to BOTH of you really - don't you forget that I willingly shared Thomas a couple of times so that you guys could experience black cock for yourselves. Thomas is MINE. I'm not sharing again. If you want some black cock, you need to find YOUR OWN. I better NEVER catch either of you trying to sneak around with him now! He is MY husband. If I decide to share him with you a bit, that's up to me. I WON'T be doing it again anytime soon though."

"Wow, who pissed on your parade?" asked Teresa.

"Just hear what I'm saying girl. Just because you got a booty don't mean you're somthin special that can just lay claims on my man. Your little white booty don't mean shit girl," hissed Belinda, glaring down on Teresa.

Trying to cool off the moment a bit, Teresa said, "Oh I know I have the booty," and to highlight the point, she stuck it out a bit, reached around, and smacked her self sharply on the ass.

The attempt at humor worked fabulously. All three girls erupted into laughter. 

"I don't mean to get all nasty on ya'll. But you DO have to understand that there are some boundaries. As long as everyone respects them, we'll be just find. Let's go upstairs and grab a drink," offered Belinda.

As Belinda was saying this, Cheryl's mind shot nervously back to the events that had transpired when her friend was out of town helping her sick mother. "Damn," Cheryl thought to herself, "I sure as hell hope she never finds out what happened when she was gone." The girls followed Belinda closely up the stairs. Ironically, both Teresa and Cheryl were watching Belinda's big ass bounce and jiggle under her tight workout outfit as they followed closely behind.

"You two be sure to get a look at a REAL ass back there!" taunted Belinda over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs, knowing they had to have an excellent view of her finest attribute.

Once again, the girls were all laughing. Teresa boldly reached up and slapped Belinda's butt as they got to the top of the stairs. She smiled and said, "it is impressive."

As Belinda mixed some drinks, she excitedly talked to the girls. "Hey, before I totally forget -- this coming weekend Thomas and I are having a neighborhood pool party. Both of you, and you're little weenie boy husbands are invited. Just remember, Thomas is NOW off limits, unless I state otherwise. Got it?"

"Got it," replied Cheryl.

"Got it," replied Teresa poutingly. She looked like a little girl in a candy store being told NO by her parents.

"I don't know," said Chris to his wife as she told him about the pool party at his bosses house. "It seems like you've already been spending an awful lot of time over there."

"Oh nonsense," replied Cheryl, attempting to sound as innocent as possible. "It was YOU who told me that you wanted me to find more things to do with myself to keep myself occupied while you were at work. Now I have a new set of friends, and we have a great time when we get together! Besides, it would probably NOT look real good if you turned down an invitation from your boss to attend a party. Right?"

Chris thought about it. She was probably right. Hell, she was ALWAYS right. "OK baby. But just promise me that you won't run off with your friends all night and not spend any time with me? OK? Lately I've been feeling a bit neglected."

"Awww....is my big strong man feeling neglected?" teased Cheryl. These days, sex with Chris had been pretty few and far between. She had been getting her all on workout nights, and quite frankly, had been a bit sore - and totally satisfied. And the thought of having sex with Chris's pathetic little boy pee pee depressed her a bit.

"I'll try to take better care of you baby," promised Cheryl to her husband as he stood in front of her pouting a bit.

"I'm not going," stated Bob, simply.

"Bull shit you're not going," replied Teresa with vehemence in her voice. "These are our new friends, and you're not going to sit home on your hands when they've invited us to come over and have some FUN."

"It doesn't' sound very fun to me though," offered Bob, already feeling defeated by his wife's determined resolve. Teresa could be quite fierce when her mind was made up about something. Bob rarely had the resolve to resist at these times.

"Oh and what WOULD you consider fun? Sitting at home, on your ass, growing roots in your Easyboy Recliner?!?! YEAH!! Come on Bob. It's a pool party. If nothing else, think of all the girls running around in bikinis! I'll wear the one you really really like." Consoled Teresa.

"Well...OK," said Bob. He knew he was beaten anyway, so why resist? The thought of Teresa parading around in her tiny bikini in front of Thomas and possibly Tyrone, didn't exactly appeal to him, but he decided not to press the issue.

Belinda was fuming. Thomas had just made a very grievous mistake. He had assumed, wrong so, that just because Belinda had allowed him to totally have her two blonde friends on the past few workout nights, that she wouldn't mind what had happened between Cheryl and him while she was gone.

WRONG!

Belinda plain and simply ripped her husband a new asshole.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!!? Sneaking around on me while I'm out of town helping out my sick mother?" screamed Belinda.

Thomas was confused. He would never be able to figure out women. His wife had just gotten done sharing him with her two friends....on more than one occasion. Now she was having a bitch fit about the exact same thing. He was mystified.

"Let me make this perfectly clear now. YES, I SHARED you with my two friends. I did this ONLY so they could see how much better you were than any pathetic little white boy out there. That does NOT mean that you can fuck them or they can sneak around chasing you around anytime you guys get the urge. We are MARRIED, and you PROMISED to be true to me," continued Belinda.

Thomas was starting to understand where this was going. "OK baby, I get it."

"You better! If I hear of anything like that again Thomas, I am GONE! Yeah, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and YES, I love you with all my heart, but I am NOT willing to share with any little white girl who can just happen to completely deep throat you, got it?" stormed Belinda.

Now Thomas definitely got it. His wife was feeling insecure due to some competition. He could understand it. What's more, he suddenly realized that he had to be careful. He loved Belinda, and did not want to lose her.

He might have to be careful -- but that was nothing to what Cheryl and Teresa had better be.....


The party was going full tilt. A dozen or so couples were lounging around the pool, some swimming a bit, some laying in lounge chairs soaking up the sun, conversing, laughing, having a fantastic time.

Chris and Cheryl showed up just as things had really begun to get lively. Several of the girls had started a bit of a little game where small groups of them were sneaking up on an unsuspecting victim, grabbing them, and throwing them -- kicking and screaming -- into the pool! At least 3 girls had been given the plunge by the time the Cummings got there, the last one was just being tossed in as they arrived. 

Cheryl made a mental note to keep her eyes open. She had absolutely NO desire to get tossed in. It would completely mess up her hair!

The drinks were flowing fairly freely as Cheryl began looking around for her friends. Neither Teresa nor Belinda was anywhere in sight, so she went over to the outdoor bar and got herself and Chris a quick drink. 

Chris and Cheryl took their drinks and began to mingle with the other guests. Cheryl was wearing her sexy two piece bikini, and many of the guys (both black and white) took more than one lingering glances at the pretty young wife. Cheryl didn't mind. At one time, this would have made her blush from embarrassment, but over the last few weeks, her confidence level had soared significantly.

Just as she was standing there, looking for her friends, suddenly three girls snuck up behind her, with the idea of throwing Cheryl into the pool. Being totally taken by surprise, the girls completely scared Cheryl. This, combined with the fact that she had been working out very hard lately -- thus, was probably a lot stronger than she would have been in the past, enabled Cheryl to jerk out of their surprised grasp.

As she jerked away, she began backing away from the girls, intent on NOT being thrown into the pool. As she backed away, she backed directly into the waiting clutches of Belinda. Cheryl had no idea of this yet, but Belinda was fairly pissed at the girl, and decided it was time for her to learn a little lesson.

Belinda grabbed her by the arms, and began directing her back to the three that were trying to drag her into the pool. Instinctively, Cheryl jerked away from her, as Chris walked up and started to watch what he thought was a playful roust of his wife.

After Cheryl had jerked away, Belinda walked toward her, "So, you wanna play a bit rough, huh?" Cheryl attempted to push Belinda back a bit, and she didn't budge the girl. There was no doubt, she was a sturdy one.

Belinda pushed back, and Cheryl suddenly found herself falling directly on her ass. 

As Cheryl attempted to get back up, Belinda as quickly as a cat crouched behind her and grabbed her chin in both of her hands, and began pulling Cheryl's head backwards with all her might. At the same time, Belinda quickly wrapped both legs around the girl. 

Cheryl suddenly let out a rather loud scream as Belinda began to squeeze her between two extremely strong legs. Chris wasn't sure what he should do -- or if there even was ANYTHING he could do about what was unfolding in front of him. He looked down at his wife, as she helplessly looked up at him with her eyes both bulging out from the pressure Belinda was applying.

Cheryl started to get a little bit afraid as the pressure increased. She began to kick her legs up and down as hard as she could, and Belinda suddenly pinned her arms above her head between her elbows as she continued pulling her chin in an upward and backward motion. She held her there tightly....squeezing the air out of her with her legs, and jerking her face backward in what appeared to be a very painful position.

Cheryl had let out several loud screams, which had captured the attention of everyone at the party. Everyone had moved over toward the action to see what had happened, and formed a circle around the two struggling women. It was really quite a spectacle, as Cheryl kicked and thrashed around, futility attempting to break free from the hold that Belinda held on her. 

As time passed, Cheryl's kicks became fewer and further between. She was wearing out under the iron grib that was on her. Plus, the legs kept squeezing her, taking away any strength she might have had. As Cheryl struggled around on the ground, Chris could see that her suit bottom was getting wedged up in both the front and the back. All of the people watching could clearly see both his wife's ass, as well as her little bald pussy, as the suit completely rode up during her struggling.

Belinda could tell that most of the fight had gone out of Cheryl. She put her face right next to her ear and said, "This will teach you to fuck with my man when I'm out of town, you little white slut."

With that, Belinda released her scissors grip on Cheryl. Cheryl settled onto her back on the ground. In an instant, Belinda was on top of her, placing a knee on each of her shoulders, and pinning her arms down with her knees.

Belinda began taunting Cheryl in front of the crowd. "See, you're nothing but a little weenie weakling, aren't you?"

Belinda didn't wait for a reply. Instead, she looked up at a crowd of guys who were obviously getting off on seeing the white girl getting worked over. She asked them, "So guys, you wanna see her tits?"

Cheryl again began kicking her feet, as a cheer went up through the crowd, "YEAH!! TITS, TITS, TITS..." the guys actually started chanting.

Belinda smiled at Cheryl. She had her now, and she knew it. She reached up and cupped Cheryl's breasts in her hands, then gingerly lifted her bikini top up and over her tits, exposing them to the entire crowd. Next, she reached above Cheryl, untied the top, pulled it completely off, and threw it into the crowd of cheering guys.

"YEAAAAA!!" screamed the guys.

Cheryl just lay there, completely mortified. Belinda covered both of her tits with her hands, and the crowd suddenly grew very quiet.

"Nice tits girl. Hope this teaches you a lesson or two," said Belinda, staring her friend directly in the eyes.

Next, to the surprise of everyone in the crowd, Belinda stood up, and lifted Cheryl as if she were a rag doll, tossing her over her shoulder. She carried the surprised girl toward the pool -- over her back. Chris just stared, slack jawed, as he watched his young wife's tits swaying back and forth as she was carried by the obviously stronger girl to the edge of the pool.

"How about a Nes Tea Plunge?" asked Belinda. Next she tossed the young girl ass first into the pool. 

Cheryl swam to the edge of the pool and looked up at the crowd, with tears in her eyes. 

Belinda looked around, and said, "Where's Thomas? Where's Teresa?"

Nobody seemed to know.

Belinda began to fume all over again as she walked toward the house.