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I felt myself getting too close. "Sheryl," I gasped, "I'm gonna cum." I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Sheryl slid down, rubbing my cock between her body and mine. Then she was on her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock in her hand and rubbing up and down, until my cock started to spurt cum.
I'd used up a hell of a lot of cum just before, so there wasn't a huge amount of cream shooting from my cock. But there was enough to coat her hand as she stroked me. She gently licked my dick, cleaning me with her tongue. Finally, she rubbed my depleted prick over her tits, rubbing whatever cum was left over her nipples.
She looked up at me and smiled. "If this is going to be regular, we'd better buy a lot of tapes."
Part IV: All Dressed Up and No Place to Blow
Over the next week, Sheryl and I really didn't get much chance to do anything in a sexual way. At least, not with each other. Her dad was home working with me whenever I was there, so we really weren't alone, nor did I think he'd really be interested in giving me my paycheck just for screwing his daughter. I did videotape myself jacking off for her, including several nice spurts of cum. The best tape that I did involved me sitting on the chair in my apartment. You couldn't actually tell it was me, of course, because I had the camcorder in a close-up on my crotch, and I was limited to not moving either myself or the camera.
However, after much trial and error, I got some nice jerkoff footage for Sheryl too look at., Sheryl also made me a tape of herself, so I had something to watch. Her tape was about the same as mine, and involed her moaning and fingering her cunt until she came. We were both getting very turned on by the thought of taping together, so both of us wanted a taste of things to cum.
The best part of the week was, as usual, the weekend. Sheryl and I made a date to hit the beach, which is one of my all-time favorite places for just about everything, and which was sure to include some sort of sex, because the both of us were incredibly horny from a week of watching each other's tapes. I had my car packed and ready the night before, with everything from my guitar and my towels to a box of condoms and sunscreen (I've had sunburn in some uncomfortable places before, and I will NEVER get it there again, thank you very much.) Now, the car isn't much…it's a big ass old 73 Chevy, and it gets shit mileage, it has no AC, and the radio has been fucked for about a year. One thing it IS good for is sex…there's tons of room in the front seat, and more in the back, which is one of the reasons I keep it lying around instead of replacing it.
We got caught in traffic on the way to the beach…this happens all the time, because a lot of people go on the weekends (I put up with the traffic because I love the place and I know I'll be there all day). As we're sitting there, listening to the one station I get anymore, Sheryl is horny as all shit, and not bothering to hide it from me. We tried to discuss how we could tape each other. The way I figured it, the simplest ones to do would be the ones that involved as little motion as possible, or one of us taping the other. I also liked the idea of taping her as she sucked me off, and mentioned it to her.
Naturally, the two of us are getting hornier and hornier. I had this raging hardon, and I could I could see Sheryl out of the corner of my eye, just sliding a finger over the crotch of her bathing suit. Her legs shifted wider as she slipped the finger inside and pulled the suit out of the way. I turned to see her stroking her twat and my shorts got painfilly tight.
"Jeez, Sheryl, it's not fair to do that while I have to drive."
"Oh?" Sheryl began stroking her cunt more vigorously. The sweet smell of her pussy juice began to waft through the car. "Is it ok if I do it this way?" She lay down on the seat and started to stroke my hardon through my shorts. "Is this better?" She pulled my shorts to one side and grabbed my rod.
Sheryl's plump little hand stroked my cock slowly. Her tongue stuck out and made contact with the head of my dick. Shit, but her tongue felt wonderful as it slowly ran down from the head to my balls. Sheryl gently kissed the tip and started to take my cock into her mouth.
Sheryl's mouth fit tightly around my dick as we crawled down the road. I had one eye on the car in front of me (which wasn't really) moving, but I mostly watched Shery's head bobbing up and down over my stiff cock. Her cheeks were pressed tight against the shaft as she slowly ran her entire mouth up and down. As she was sucking me, she was still playing with her own twat. Her fingers were sliding over her clit, and she was breathing harder around my cock.
I started to pump my hips up and down, driving my cock deeply into her mouth. Sheryl choked a little at first. Not that it bother her, just that she wasn't ready for it. She really started jamming her cunt, and I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Getting a blow job while driving has always been one of my all-time favorite activities, and having Sheryl's tongue working on my my prick certainly fit the bill nicely.
I was brought back to reality by a honk and a scream. There was a van driving next to us, with some guy and his girl enjoying the show. They were clapping and cheering and waving. The girl was reasonably attractive, albeit not too much. She grinned and pulled her bathing suit away, flashing her tits at me and licking her lips in an obviously sexual way. Sheryl was too busy caught up in my cock and her cunt to really notice, but I was going between wanting to die and getting more and more turned on. Turning on won by a landslide, and I grabbed Sheryl's head and held it in place over my cock. I thrust my pole into her face and started to cum heavily.
Sheryl glubbed a little, but swallowed my cum just the same. The girl and guy in the van started cheering and whistling and giving a blast on an air horn, which DID get Sheryl's attention. She pulled off with a start, leaving a line of cum and saliva between my dick and her mouth. She turned beet red and said, "Oh my god I can't believe this…" She went to wipe the cum from her mouth, but of course her hand had just been stroking her pussy, so that just was more sex on her face. She curled up into a little ball, embarrassed as hell, with my cum and her pussy cream all over her face and hand, and her cunt exposed.
SHERYL, Part 5
It's Not the Size of the Waves… It's the Motion of the Ocean
Sheryl's total embarrassment at having been observed sucking my cock put a minor damper on things for the moment, so we didn't really do anything else for the rest of the trip. But by the time we got to the lot and parked (near a familiar -looking van… I was pretty sure it was our audience's, but I couldn't tell for sure), Sheryl had got over her embarrassment enough be getting into the beach scene. It was crowded, with a fair number of hot babes in tiny suits (and, to be fair to Sheryl, a fair number of good-looking, at least, to my almost exclusively heterosexual eye, guys).
We parked ourselves a good walk down the beach, far far away from the inevitable stereo wars, just about at the old closed area that's been taken over by the nudists. This also put us a goodly distance from most of the crowds, so there were just a few people around us. Sheryl and I spread out, and spend the day partying, singing (killed my fingers on those strings… I hadn't played my guitar for 3 hours straight since college), and generally having a good time.
So, after a long while, it started getting on towards dusk, and the beach around us had emptied out long hours ago. Sheryl and I were just kind of sitting there on the sand. I had my arm around her, and we were just watching the waves. I was the first to bring up the subject of being seen. "Did it really bug you out that much that they saw you?"
"Who?"
"You know…in the van next to us." I leaned over and started to kiss her neck. "I watch you all the time," I went on between kisses.
"Mmm…no stop that! I guess…it was just so embarrassing…but it was a little exciting." Sheryl snuggled up next to me, and my hand naturally fell onto her breast. I was idly caressing it through her bathing suit, feeling her nipple stiffen up in response to my ministrations.
"You know something, " I said, "This would be a great place to tape. Just imagine lying on the sand and having me rub you all over with my tongue, letting it flick gently over your entire body…" Sheryl was getting hornier by the second, so I ran my tongue gently up her neck and paid more attention to her breast. "…and I would work slowly down your chest, over your belly, down to…"
I was interrupted by Sheryl leaning over and kissing me full on the mouth. She moved a little closer to me, and I was able to bring my other hand over to her cunt. I massaged her through her bathing suit, and she shifted her ample thighs to let me get at her sex.
I slipped a hand inside her bathing suit, letting my finger tickle her fur for a moment before I slipped it down to her pussy. It was nicely moist, and she was sliding it over my finger at the same time her tongue was wresting with mine. I stroked Sheryl's cunt gently. My finger twirled around her little stiff bud, and Sheryl started sighing. I started to rub her snatch more rapidly. Sheryl's legs spread wide on the sand, and she was breathing very heavily.
I shifted around, laying her on her back. I bent to her cunt, pulling the crotch of her bathing suit as far away from her sweet snatch as I could get, and stuck my tongue into her. Sheryl grabbed my head and held it in place. I started to fuck her with my fingers, while moving my tongue directly on her clit. Sheryl's pussy was sweet and salty, with the taste of the sea and sun mingled with her tart juices.
I began a steady rhythmic licking of Sheryl's cunt. She started rocking as my fingers drove into her slit. I rotated them inside her and flattened my tongue directly over her little clit. Sheryl drew in her breath as her orgasm hit her. I refused to stop eating her, however. I began sticking my tongue into snatch directly, pulling my fingers out of her and letting them tickle the rim of her asshole. I slowly began inserting my index finger into her. Sheryl gasped a little when I penetrated her anus, but I could tell from the way she moved her hips that she was enjoying my finger up her butt.
While fingering her ass, I kept my tongue moving busily over her snatch. I looked up at her; Sheryl had pulled her bathing suit out of the way and was busy playing with her tits. My cock, already stiff against the sand, was really starting to get to the point of needing release. I had no intention of blowing my load just yet, so I concentrated on Sheryl's cunt and asshole. I brought my other hand into play, so that I was fingerfucking her ass and twat at the same time I was licking her clit.
With the juice dripping from her pussy down to her asshole, I was able to get enough lubrication going to start moving my finger faster. I began to alternate my hand motion, so that the fingers in her snatch were being pulled out as I plugged up her ass, then reversing the process, pulling out of her asshole while plunging deep into her pussy, and all the while licking furiously on her clit.
Sheryl was breathing sharply, and finally she couldn't take any more of my two-hole action. Her legs straightened out, and her entire body stiffened up. Her pussy and asshole tightened around my probing fingers, so much so that I couldn't move them in or out. She let out a small scream, and kind of collapsed. I gently kissed her cunt and withdrew my fingers from her.
My cock was straining for some kind of release, and I was in the mood for something a little out of the ordinary, at least for me. Okay, I admit that it's normally done only in porn films, but I wanted to squirt my cum onto her tits and face. And since Sheryl was in no condition to argue (and probably wouldn't have, even if she was!), I went with my inspiration. I grabbed some of the sunscreen as the only available lubricant and poured globs of it between her tits. Then I knelt on top of her, pulled my cock out of my bathing suit and stuck it between her breasts. Sheryl held her tits together for me, albeit weakly, so I could slide my prick between them.
Sheryl's tits were large and floppy, so they mold beautifully around my thrusting cock. As she recovered more energy, she began pressing the together more firmly and started to play with her nipple. She tried licking the head of my dick when it came into reach of her mouth, but the taste of the sun block stopped her from that. Sheryl looked me directly in the eye and said, in her sexiest voice, "Come on, do it. Shoot it for me! Cum on my tits!" Now, Sheryl doesn't normally talk that way, and with being out in the open (albeit at night) and my arousal at having made her cum, and having her actually ask me to cum on her, well, that was too much for my cock to take.
I pulled on my prick, jerking it from between her tits and stroking violently. A thick stream of cum squirted out. The first one caught her on the chin, and the second shot deposited more onto her tits and face. It was a marvelous release, and Sheryl seemed to enjoy my hot cream on her body.
We were both sexed out, and it was definitely night by this point. If we hung out much longer the Beach Nazis would be coming around in their 4-by-4's to make sure there was nobody left on the beach. So we gathered ourselves and headed back to the car.
"You know," I said as we got there, "It would have been great to have the camcorder for that."
"Oh, come on," she giggled, "We were too busy to hold it."
"We'd a figured out something. If not, we'll just have to try it again."
So as we're loading the car, I noticed a card stuck under the windshield. I pulled it out and looked at it. It read "Deus Ex Machina Video Club," with a phone number and PO Box. On the back was written, "Jeff and Heidi, your friends in the van."
SHERYL, Part 6
The Camera Eye
Sheryl and I discussed the card on the way home, and again over the next couple of weeks. She was more than a little nervous about having somebody else there while we were doing much of anything, and I was more than a little turned on by the same thought. It surprised me, in fact, how much so, to the point that I would try and get her to be a little more "public" than we normally were. While I couldn't get her to repeat the blow job in heavy traffic, I did get her to do it in sparser areas. At one concert, I even talked her into a little hand action (I made my point by pulling up her skirt and fingering her until she came…nobody really noticed, and few people cared when she jerked me off. Of course, we were under a blanket at the time, so I'm not sure they could have seen anything anyway).
We tried a few mutual taping sessions, but the dynamics just weren't there. When the camera was on a tripod, we had really static action…we couldn't roll around much, which we both liked to do. We could tape each other masturbating, which we did frequently, and I could tape her sucking me off, but that was about it. And we were both really hot to tape ourselves, so we could watch what was going on afterwards.
Finally, we were both convinced that we should at least call up and talk to these folks. Both of us were nervous, but we were definitely ready to see what they had to offer. So one evening, while we were over at my place, we picked up the phone and dialed. A woman answered the phone. "Hello?" She had a low, whiskey-and-cigarette voice.
"Hi. May I speak to either Jeff or Heidi please?" I was sweating like crazy. I've always hated blind calls, which is why I never made it in sales.
"This is Heidi."
"My name's…ummm… Standby." No use giving them my real name, at least not right now. Besides, it was my common nickname. "I got one of your cards left under my windshield at the beach a few weeks back after we gave you a show…" I stopped short as Sheryl elbowed me in the ribs.
The voice on the other end brightened audibly. "Oh cool, we DID get the right car then. I was pretty sure it was yours, but Jeff didn't know."
"It was mine, alright. Listen, I was wondering if maybe we could get together over coffee someplace and see if we could kind of talk face to face about this."
"Sure…let me see when's a good time." She must have yelled out at the other end, "Jeff! Pick up the phone!" Muffled shouts at the other end in reply, then "It's the guy we saw getting the blow job on the way to the beach! He wants to meet us over coffee." More muffled shouts. "I don't know… I'll check." Her voice came back to me. "Jeff wants to know if you'd want to meet us Friday night at Sea Dog's Dock down in Huntington?"
Sea Dog's Dock was a club I'd been at a few times over the years. I don't normally go to clubs because the crowds bore me, and the music generally sucks cow piss, and they primarily beer that TASTES like cow piss, but it was okay with Sheryl, so we agreed to meet by the door at 9:30. That would be before the crowds really started to show up, so we couldn't miss each other.
Friday night came, and we pulled into the parking lot at Sea Dog's Dock at around quarter past nine. I parked in a back corner, where we could check out the entrance. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Sheryl nodded, hesitantly. Both of us were dressed down for the occasion. I was wearing standard jeans and a cotton shirt, and Sheryl had on a skirt and blouse, both in basic black. "It's scary. But it's exciting, too."
And it surely was. My cock was already straining in my pants, and Sheryl was lightly rubbing it as she spoke. I kind of closed my eyes and leaned back as she continued to massage my bulging crotch. I was almost ready to cream in my jeans when she stopped. "They're here."
I opened my eyes. There they were, our audience from the van. They were clearly dressed more for clubbing than we were. He was in truly hideous pants and some sort of shirt, very au courant. She was cock-raisingly hot, however. She had on a very short skirt and a top which was practically nonexistent. Her hair was tossed casually around her shoulders.
"Last chance to back out." I said, opening the car door.
"Nah…let's get it over with." Her voice was ok, but she was definitely stressed. She was silent across the lot to the door, where we met them. We made our greetings and went in.
Sea Dog's was just about a scummy as I remembered it, but the drinks were cheap because it was early in the night. We scoped out a secluded booth in a back corner and sat down. I decided to cut through most of the bullshit right away and asked them about their card.
"It's pretty simple," explained Heidi, "A bunch of people make tapes of themselves fucking and sucking, and we exchange tapes on a regular basis in the circle." Jeff smiled and nodded at her words.
"What circle?"
"Oh, that's what the club's about. There are about a dozen couples in the club, and each week you mail the tape you have onto the next person, and the person before you mails their tape to you." Jeff smiled again, a little blanker this time. "'Course, it helps if you like to fuck for the camera and the camera operator. But the way you two were going at it on the road, that won't be too much of a problem."
Sheryl cringed a little, so I spoke up quickly, "You don't mind having people in the room then?"
For the first time, Jeff spoke. "We like it that way." He sounded strained, and suddenly he stiffened up, then relaxed.
"It's hotter when people can see us, " Heidi continued. To underscore the point, she lifted up her hand to show cum dripping from it. Goddamn, but she had been jerking him off under the table! She lifted the hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Sheryl watched intently, and I could see the warning signs of horniness in her face. Naturally, I started stroking her knee and moving my hand up her inner thigh. "Haven't you ever really wanted to just fuck whenever you wanted and screw what everyone else thinks," Heidi continued as she licked the sperm from her fingers, "and just go for it?" My hand was just about up to Sheryl's crotch by this point. She shifted a little, and I could feel a familiar wetness in her underwear. I slipped a hand in and started massaging her cunt directly.
Heidi clearly knew what I was doing to Sheryl, and kept up with her pep talk. "Fact is, there's nothing much better'n having someone play with your cunt when you might get caught. It's that extra edge of excitement, you know? Just to feel things moving along?" Sheryl's horniness was definitely getting the better of her…she was starting to respond to the talk and my fingering, and her hand was drifting towards my crotch.
Heidi went on, in an rhythmic, almost hypnotic, voice, "You like having him play with your pussy? I can tell you do…his fingers are rubbing your cunt lips, aren't they? Go ahead, Sheryl, spread your legs wider. Let him get into you. Let him at your little hot cunt." And I started obeying Heidi's suggestions, doing to Sheryl whatever she suggested.
Sheryl's eyes were closed, so she couldn't see Jeff pull out an 8mm palmcorder and stand over us. I don't think she would have cared. She was too much into the sex by this point. Heidi pulled the table over towards her for a little more camera space…nobody else could have really seen much unless they came by directly to look. Sheryl's skirt was hiked up arou
