Sheryl , Part 1 thru 7 · Part 1

Sheryl , Part 1 thru 7 · Part 1 (1/3)
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By way of work, I program for a guy who runs a side business out of his house. The pay's not great, but the hours are flexed to my schedule (meaning I can hit the beach in the summer), and the environment's cool. I can wear shorts and a t- shirt if I want to, and play Mettalica at high volume. This guy has daughter who's about 3 years younger than me. Since she just graduated from college, and the job market basically sucks, she lived at home, and since I'm there most days I see her fairly often.

Sheryl is about 22, or maybe 23. She's a good 6 inches shorter than my own 5'10", and you could call her plump if you were being charitable. She's more than a few pounds overweight. Much of that is, I'll grant you, in the right places…she has rather nicely sized tits (although not excessively or unrealistically so…they just look alot bigger on her because she's so short), but then again, the rest of her is just as large. Her ass is oversized, her legs are heavy, her stomach kind of sticks out…even her face and hands are well-padded. Mind you, she's not grotesquely fat…just about 20 -30 pounds over where she should be, and she makes up for it by being really cute, with kind of dark auburn hair and very dark green eyes, and an infectious smile that you'd want to grab and kiss..

Now, naturally, I (being the terminally horny soul that I am) fantasized about Sheryl whenever I had a free moment or was waiting for a compile. Sheryl would be dressed in something loose, like a robe, which I would pull open. My mouth would work its way down to her tits. My tongue would roam over her nipples as I pulled on the little stiff buds with my lips. Sheryl would moan softly as my hand ran up the inside of her thighs, stopping to rest lightly on the patch of fur covering her pussy. I would suck gently on her boobs as my fingers traced a path along the edge of her slit, finally slipping between them and gathering some of her juices to ease my way up to her clit.

My hand would rub her cunt and clit insistently as I slowly licked my way down her body, going from tits to belly ever-so-slowly until Sheryl would push my head down to her snatch. She would spread her legs wider as I my tongue joined my hand in stimulating her. Finally, she would hold my head firmly and start grinding her cunt into my face. I would read around and grab the cheeks of her ass and start fucking her with my tongue. Eventually, Sheryl would have a massive orgasm and collapse into a chair, smiling, with her eyes half-closed.

She would reach up and undo my jeans and pull out my cock. Her hand would wrap around the shaft and she would start to rub up and down. Her mouth would move forward, tongue out, as she jerked my prick. After teasingly pretending for what would feel like forever, Sheryl's tongue would make glorious contact with my dick. It would be warm and wet as the tip slowly worked its way up from my balls to the head. Her lips would gently circle the tip, letting just a tiny fraction of my cock enter her mouth. Her tongue would swirl around the head as she brought up her tits to rub along the shaft.

Her nipples would be erect, and the floppy breast tissue would give just the right amount of friction as she wrapped them around my cock. My cock would slide back and forth between those pale orbs as Sheryl kept them pressed tightly around my pole. Sheryl would work her tongue around the tip of my cock as she fucked me oh-so-slowly with those big tits. Her nipples would tickle the shaft as her mouth tickled the head. More and more of my cock would be entering her mouth, until she was only able to rub her nipples along my balls as she sucked me. Sheryl's tongue would be hot and wet and rough as it worked around my cock.

I would reach down and grab her head for support as I started thrusting my stiff prick into her face. Sheryl would open her mouth wide for my cock as it drove forward into her face. Her hands would be reaching around and playing with my ass, with her fingernails just tickling the hole. Finally, it would be too much for me to take. I would drive my cock deeply into her mouth and hold her there as thick streams of cum would spurt down her waiting throat, and then she would smile at me and lick her lips with a sperm coated tongue

Now, things went along like this for a few weeks. When things were slow, or I felt like goofing off, I would use Windoze to create fairly graphic BMPs of my fantasies with Sheryl. I'm OK with a mouse, and with practice, I could put together something that was recognizably her (especially when the file names where things like "SHRTITFK," "SHRDLDO" or "SHRANAL"). I didn't worry too much about using the computer this because her father hated Windoze with a passion and would never use it, and Sheryl was, so far as I could tell, computer- illiterate beyond Word(Im)Perfect and Windoze Solitaire. Besides, I would back them up to floppy and delete the originals on a regular basis.

Often enough (like when she was parading around the house in a short bathrobe and nothing else that I could see), it got me hot enough to play with myself as I worked on the PC. Since I was in a big chair in a closed room, and was almost always alone in the house, it was no big deal, I thought, and I was too fucking horny to let it wait.

Anyway, one day when I was alone and super horny, I was working on my master BMP…latest in my series of Sheryl sucking a cock which I always meant to be mine. This particular one had her mouth open and her tongue out to catch whatever spurts of cum had missed her face. So I was sitting there, looking at this picture of Sheryl, and just _had_ to have some release. What the fuck, I was alone, so I pulled out my cock and started to rub it. I imagined that Sheryl was kneeling on the floor in front of me, with her shirt open. Her tits were large and full and coated with oil, and she had them wrapped around my stiff rod. Oh yes, I could almost see them as my cock slid in between the pale globes.

I could just about feel them as Sheryl pressed them tightly around my rod. My stiff prick slid forward as Sheryl came downward. "God, Sheryl, your tits feel so good! God, Sheryl, your tits feel so good, God, Sheryl…" I just couldn't stop repeating it as she moved her tits over my cock.

Her nipples stiffened under the caresses of her fingers. I felt Sheryl's tits press harder as I fucked them faster and faster. Sheryl looked at me, her eyes half closed in ecstasy. "Go on…cum on my tits, " she moaned. And then the sperm shot out, catching her in the face and running down over her nipples, in a warm stream that ran down my cock onto my hand. The warmth and stickiness brought me back to the reality of the office. It was a huge cum, and I needed to run to the kitchen to grab a paper towel to clean up.

So I'm standing in the kitchen, with my pants open and an enormous amount of cum all over my cock and my hands. It dripped off my hands onto the counter as I reached up for a paper towel, and all of a sudden, I hear the door to Sheryl's bedroom open. Sheeyit! She was home the entire time! I had just about got my cock stuffed in my pants and closed them when she walked into the kitchen.

"Hi!" She was wearing a pair of shorts and a white tee- shirt. It was fairly obvious from the way that her tits bounced around that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were just about showing through. This was enough to have my cock instantly swelling up again, which was, given how quickly I'd stuffed it into my pants and how much cum was all over it, a fairly uncomfortable feeling.

"Howdy," I replied, blushing furiously. "Just came in for a paper towel to dust off the screen."

She nodded. "Yeah, it did look dirty." I smiled, agreed and left as fast as I could. I went as fast as I could to the office. Motherfucking hell! I'd left the door open, and Sheryl had to walk past the office to get to the kitchen from her room, and there was her face sucking a spurting cock in glorious seventeen inch SVGA. She _had_ to have seen it, if only in passing. As I reached up to the keyboard to erase it, I was hit with a double whammy…my hand was still dripping with my cum. This really fucking sucked. But in some way it was exciting, knowing that she had to have seen it, and had probably heard me as well. Sheryl didn't say a word about it, though, but later in the afternoon when I dared emerge and go back to the kitchen, I noticed that my cum had been cleaned off the counter.

Needless to say, I was a whole shitload more careful from then on when I fantasized about Sheryl. When Sheryl's car wasn't there, I physically checked to make sure she wasn't home by knocking on her door if it was closed. If she wasn't, then I was alone and almost anything could go. I could grab her panties out of the hamper, sniffing deeply for traces of her pussy, and I could jerk off into them. I would wrap them around my cock and stroke, imagining that it was Sheryl's cunt tightly wrapped around my cock. With each thrust, I felt my prick sliding not into the thin cotton, but the silky smoothness of her tight pussy. I was always careful not to actually shoot into her panties, though. I didn't need to try and explain that one, for sure.

I also continued to make my BMPs. I had accquired enough skill with the mouse to make them semi-realistic by this point, and was getting more ambitious. My latest effort was a series of Sheryl and myself sixty-nining. She was on top of me, with her enormous tits pressed up against me. My hands were grasping her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her moist crack and tight asshole. My tongue was deeply pushed into her pussy, and her juices were liberally coating my face. Sheryl had one hand cupping my balls, and the other wrapped around the shaft of my rod, jerking me off. Her tongue was busy licking the swollen head of my cock.

I just had to pull out my cock and start jerking off. I closed my eyes and my own stroking fingers became Sheryl's tongue. It ran up and down the length of my prick. It ticked my balls, and traced a moist line up the underside to the head. It flicked around the hole, and then she engulfed my cock in her hot, wet mouth. Sheryl bobbed her head up and down over my cock. I could feel her mouth wrapped around my pole, and I was saying to her "Come on Sheryl…suck it…suck it." And she did, until orgasm overcame me and I poured out my balls. As usual when I fantasized about Sheryl, large amounts of cum shot all over my hand. This time, however, I cleaned up quickly, just in case she came home unexpectedly.

Part II: Cumming in Fits and Spurts

A few weeks later, I was doing my work as usual. Sheryl was home, just hanging out, coming in every now and again to ask questions about something-or-other, and I thought she was even deliberately brushing up against me. I put that down as an oversexed imagination talking, because Sheryl was wearing a short bathrobe, tied very loosly. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under it, because her hefty tits were bouncing around like crazy, her nipples showed very clearly through the thin material, and every now and again the robe would open up enough for me to see in. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like Sheryl wasn't wearing any panties, either, because I could see an awful lot of her ass (of which, we must remember, there's an awful lot).

So, I was working away, distracted as all shit, and Sheryl called me in to the living room because there was something she wanted me to see on the TV. I saved my file, and popped in to a wet dream come true.

Sheryl was lying o nthe sofa with her robe open. Her tits were a little bigger than I had imagined (as was most of her body), and they were flopped to the sides, glistening with some kind of wetness. She for sure had no panties on, either. She had less cunt hair than I had thought, and it was a little lighter than her hair, so I had a nice view of her twat. Her pussy lips were not at all prominent and one finger was tracing a line up and down her slit. She was looking me straight in the eye with a look that could best be described as "come fuck me."

I had absolutely no idea how to react. I mean, half-a- hundred fantasies were one thing, but actualization was something else entirely. My dick, on the other hand knew exactly what to do, and instantly started swelling up inside my jeans. I instinctively walked up to her.

Sheryl reached up and lazily massaged the bulge in my pants. "I saw all the stuff you did on the computer," she said. "I bugged me when I first looked at them, but then I started to like it." All the while, her fingers were keeping up an insistent up-and-down pressure on my cock. She was driving me crazy, and she knew it. Her hands drifted up to the button. "Now," she said, "I want it for real." She undid my jeans and pulled them down. Her hot little hand wrapped tightly around my prick and stroked it, and the other traced a lazy line from her cunt to her nipples. That was what was wet! Sheryl had been rubbing her pussy cream into her tits!

That thought alone was too much of a turn on and I started to thrust my cock into her fist. Sheryl kept her hand moving on my cock and moved her other hand back down to her snatch. Her finger strokedup and down over her clit. Then she said, "I watched you jerk off… I want to see you do it again."

"Huh?" I was lost, both in confusion and in a sea of sensation from watching her play with her pussy and having her hand rubbing my cock. I could feel her rubbing her fingers in the pre-cum oozing from my excited prick, sliding her palm up and down the shaft.

"Look..on the TV." I looked around. There I was, large as life and sitting in the chair with my hand moving up and down over my cock. Well, partially…only about half of my dick was on the screen. My other self was stroking pretty fast and whispering, "Come on Sheryl…suck it…suck it." My stroking hand moved faster, my body stiffened, and a thick spurt of cream shot out of my cock. I wavered between embarrasment that she had managed somehow to tape me jerking off, and arousal that she wanted to watch me.

Sheryl let go of my cock, grabbed the remote and started playing with herself more vigorously. She had two fingers playing with the folds of her cunt as she rewound the tape back to where I first pulled my cock out of my pants. Then she let it play and started to play with her tits as well as her cunt. Her hand moved faster over her snatch and clit. "I want to see you do it," she breathed raggedly. "Jerk it for me."

Watching Sheryl masturbate was an incredible rush, and didn't do anything to hurt my raging hardon. I grabbed my cock and started to rub it, just as she had been doing moments before. As my fist rubbed up and down over the shaft, Sheryl fixed her eyes on my dick. She wanted a show, so I had to give it to her. I squeezed my cock, letting the drops of pre-cum gather on the tip. Then I started to rub furiously, letting it drop onto her legs. I grabbed my balls with my other hand and started to play with them as well. Sheryl was starting to looked very sweaty and very dazed. The fingers on her cunt were moving faster, and she started being rougher with her nipples.

Watching Sheryl fuck herself with her fingers like that was a guaranteed way to really get me going. Sheryl had her legs spread out wide, and she was really going at her snatch in full force. She was doing her best to make herself cum, I could tell, and it was just too much for me to watch. I stroked my cock faster and faster. I could feel the sperm boiling up, ready to shoot out. I moved closer to Sheryl and rubbed my cock with both hands. I wanted to say to her, "Sheryl, look, here's what you wanted!" but all that came out was "Sheryl…" That gave me a sudden thought of Sheryl secretly taping me, and that pushed me the final inch to orgasm.

A thick load of cum spurted out of my cock and landed on Sheryl's belly. Another pull of my hands brought another spurt, this one making it to the base of her tits. My final squirt didn't go nearly as far, instead landing on her stroking hands and her bush.

Sheryl had watched this display, and started moving her hands upward to mix my cum with her pussy juice, rubbing the slick mess over her quivering tits. I dropped to my knees and immediately moved in to lick and kiss her dripping snatch. Sheryl's cunt had a tangy, salty flavor. I moved my tongue up and down rapidly over her clit and brought my hands into play. I started stroking the folds of her snatch with my fingers, letting them slowly slip inside of that tight tunnel.

I fucked her slowly with my hands while my tongue rubbed up and down her slit. Sheryl started rocking her ample hips back and forth, getting close to cumming. I slowed down, not wanting her to cum too soon, but she grabbed my head and held it to her snatch. Her hands were slick and sticky with her pussy juice and my cum, but she still managed to hold me mouth right at her cunt. Sheryl rammed her pussy into my face and started grinding against me. I slipped my index finger out of her twat and stroked around her puckered ass. She was too busy fucking my face to object, so I began to work it up inside her, slowly backing it in and out until it was jammed deeply into her.

Sheryl let out a slight cry, almost a cross between a moan and a scream, and held my head in place over her clit. I licked furiously, ready to make her cum. And cum she did, massively. Her entire body shook around me, and I was lost in the taste and smell of her cunt as waves of orgasm rolled over her. When the shaking subsided, she let go enough for me to start licking my way up her body. It was a mess, coated with my cum and her pussy juice and sweat. Yet I lapped it all up eagerly as I worked my way to her tits, sucking lightly on the firm nipples, and finally ending up kissing her full on the lips with a mouthful our mingled juices. Sheryl's tongue worked on mine, tasting herself and me as we relaxed.

Part III: A Hard Act to Swallow

Sheryl and I lay there for a moment, just kissing. When we broke, I rolled off her and stroked her face. Shery smiled at me. "Thanks."

"No problem," I grinned. "If I knew weeks ago, I would have been just as happy to do it for you then."

Sheryl gave me a sexy sort of look. "You should've. But I didn't know then, and when I found out what you were doing, I wanted to see it and it took me a long time to get the tape."

"How did you get it, anyway?" I was curious, since I didn't recall jerking off while Sheryl stood there with a camera.

"I hid my dad's camcorder in the boxes in the corner before you got in and waited. That was the only good tape I got, though."

"From now on, Sheryl, you can watch me jerk off whenever you want. You can even help."

"I want more than that. I want good tapes, and I want you to tape me too. I got so fucking horny watching that tape. I mean, I thought it was sort of a turn on when I caught you with cum all over your hand, but I knew you were jerking off and thinking of me and that got me really hot. What I want is to be able to watch you and watch myself whenever I want."

The idea was exciting. Sheryl wanted to make her own porn, and she wanted me involved. This gave me a cock-raising idea.

"Sheryl?"

"Hmmm?"

"If you want some good tapes, how about if we tape the files I made?"

"You mean hook the VCR to the computer? That's no fun."

"No, no, no. I mean, we can act out the pictures, as long as it doesn't bother you to much." I was beginning to get hard again — this could REALLY be my fantasies cum to life, IF she would go for it.

"Well.." Sheryl seemed hesitant, not sure if this was a good idea.

"Think about it for a second," I said, bringing up a hand to her pussy, "Remember how much was all over my hands?" I began stroking her clit very lightly and she nodded. "Remember how horny you got?" She nodded again, slower this time as my probing fingers began to invade her cunt. "Well, it was you I was thinking about when I did it, and it did this…" I used my free hand to guide her to my re-stiffened cock.

Sheryl grasped my prick in her hand and started kissing me again. Her fist rubbed up and down my hardon, lubricated by the cum that was still oozing from the tip. She rubber her thumb in it and ran it over the head of my cock, teasing that most sensitive part of my body with the edge of her nail.

I rubbed her pussy a little harder. Sheryl was still wet from the tongue lashing I'd just given her, so I had no trouble slipping a pair of fingers up inside her. Sheryl just rubbed my cock harder and lifted her leg up in the air, rolling on her side. She pulled my prick towards her snatch. I moved my hand out of the way, and Sheryl started running the head of my dick up and down the folds of her twat.

I pushed forward and my cock slipped into her cunt. Sheryl broke our kiss just long enough to say, "Just don't cum in me. I haven't been on the Pill since I graduated." and then moved forward to meet my thrusting.

Sheryl's pussy was marvelous. She clearly wasn't a virgin, and she clearly had done this often enough in college to know what got a guy going. Her twat slid over my cock, with Sheryl pumping her hips in opposition to my motion. We fucked slowly, almost casually, with my cock moving in and out of her in smooth, deep strokes.

Sheryl began kissing me deeper, and I responded in kind. God, her body was large, but this was great. I sank my cock deeper into her pussy, and we sort of rolled. Finally, we ended up in a stable position, where I was on the sofa and Sheryl was on top of my, rocking back and forth and sliding her cunt over my dick. This left her ample tits swinging close enough to my face that I could get my mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. I tongued it gently, feeling the little button between my lips. The taste of our mingled sex was still evident, and I started thrusting even harder into her.

Sheryl , Part 1 thru 7 · Part 1 (1/3)
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