The films were supposed to demonstrate another purpose, one other than the one they served for young Ken Snyder.
He sat and watched hungrily. But what he observed was not the movements of the players on the opposing team. They were rehashing last week's game, a winning one for Ken's Miller High School Team. But Ken was bored concerning watching games, even ones in which he had been a major participant.
It so happened that in the game in question Miller won by a whopping twenty-one to nothing score, but that was last week. He was extremely restless, wanting some new conquests and somewhere preferably other than the football field.
Every time that the camera panned over toward the sidelines, Ken, who had previously been bored, would become extremely agitated.
He could observe the beautiful young brown-haired girl wiggling her hips and dancing back and forth every time that Miller appeared to be on the verge of going to touchdown. He liked the way that her cute little blue skirt would lift upwards, giving him an opportunity to see her panties and her trim, lovely legs.
She would pick up a couple of pom-poms and flip them and shake them casually over her head, enjoying the action as it continued to develop at an ever accelerating pace. The excitement would grow as Miller moved ever closer toward scoring. So while the coach would single out what the team was doing right and what it was doing wrong, Ken would continue to focus his eyes in the direction of the gorgeous little cheer leader.
"I'm gonna fuck the hell out of that if it's the last thing I do," he said hungrily.
The player who was sitting next to him looked over at him strangely.
"What are you taking about, Ken?"
"That cute little cheer leader chick. I'm gonna stick my dick in her if it's the last thing I do."
"Oh, you mean Sheri?" he shook his head knowledgeably.
"Yeah, that's who I mean."
"I don't blame you. There are guys all over the place hungry for her."
"Add me to the list."
"Good luck, old man."
About that time the coach began to look over in the direction of Ken.
"Snyder, do you have something to share with us?" he asked.
"Oh, no, sorry, coach. Just talking a little bit about the other team's defense."
"Then maybe you'd like to share the information with us."
"Oh, no, it's nothing."
"That's what I figured. You weren't talking about the team's defense at all. You were just bullshitting. Well, see that it doesn't happen again."
"Sorry about that, coach."
"I'll overlook it as long as it doesn't happen a second time."
Ken did no more talking during the course of the film session, but his penis continued to grow more restless the longer that he looked toward the far edge of the picture and observed gorgeous, voluptuous young Sheri Graham dancing back and forth, in a rousing state of anxiety as her team moved closer to victory.
That afternoon, after the film session ended, Ken Snyder, more determined than ever, encountered young Sheri between classes.
"Sheri, honey, how would you like to take a spin in my new car after school?" he asked.
"What kind of car is it?" the sweet young brown-haired girl asked, her alert brown eyes twinkling.
"I've got a new Porsche."
"Oh, a sports car. How groovy. How could you afford that?"
"I couldn't," he laughed. "But my old man could. You know how loaded he is. He's got so much money that he doesn't know what to do with it all."
"I see."
"Yeah, he told me that if I scored two touchdowns last week, he would get me the car. Well, I've had it three days."
"Sounds good."
"So let me take you for a spin in it"
"That would be real nice."
"So I'll meet you here at three. Is that good enough?"
"That would be nice." As she walked away toward her next class, a pleasant grin surfaced on Ken's face. He felt that he had achieved the first level of triumph. First of all he had to get this beautiful girl to go out with him. She would be riding in his Porsche, and that would give him an opportunity to be alone with her. That was all that he felt he needed. As long as he was alone with her, things would take care of themselves. He would see to it that he engaged her in sex.
At three o'clock beautiful young Sheri was waiting at the parking lot entrance.
"My bright blue Porsche is right this way," he grinned, leading her through several rows of cars until they reached the bright, shiny new blue car.
"It looks dreamy," she laughed. "I'm so excited."
"Just wait until you see how it takes to curves."
But on the subject of curves, all that Ken could think about were Sheri's curves, which were highly commendable. He observed her as she climbed into the front seat. He got a look at her trim, lovely buttocks, which were covered by a brown skirt. It reminded him of the shorter skirt that she had worn on the football field.
He drove Sheri to a mountainous section just outside the city.
"Why are we going here, Ken?" Sheri asked.
"It's very simple. We're going here because this is a great place to test the car. Remember how I was telling you it would take the curves?"
"I hope that you don't get carried away. I'm enjoying this ride, but I don't want you to overdo anything on my behalf."
"Don't worry about a thing, sweetheart. It's all gonna be real nice."
The longer that Ken drove the car around the sharp mountainous curves, the hungrier he got for sex. His penis was rapidly expanding, shooting out to full length.
At one point, after they were beginning their descent down a tiny mountain road, Ken observed a huge clump of bushes. It was a deserted setting, and he felt that the opportunity had arrived that he'd been looking for.
He stopped alongside the road, making certain that (lie bushes totally hid his automobile.
"What are you stopping here for?" Sheri asked.
"I wanted a little privacy."
"What for?"
"To tell you how beautiful I think you are."
"Ken, is it what I think it is?"
"I want to kiss you, Sheri."
Before Sheri could say another word, Ken wrapped his strong, athletic arms around her body. He clutched her body tightly, then shoved his lips forward, allowing them to plunge against her lips.
At first Sheri attempted to resist. She did her best to struggle free of Ken's grasp. But she was totally unsuccessful. He held on tightly, clutching to her body, continuing to let his thick, hot red lips plunge against hers.
When Ken released his lips from Sheri's, he felt more anxiety ridden than ever. His long, hard penis was telling him to go further. He could feel the itch all the way down to his toes.
"Damned, but I want you," he said urgently.
Ken plunged his tongue forward, letting it slide into Sheri's waiting mouth. She was so stunned that she could hardly even react. She had not anticipated that he could ever come off quite this strong, but there he was, his tongue slipping and sliding against hers.
As Ken kept up his solid movements, splashing his hot dynamic red tongue enthusiastically against hers, the wildness within him became that much more pronounced. He had to go all the way. He had to unzip her skirt, then remove her clothing.
In the meantime, however, Ken determined that he ought to soften young Sheri up. If he could just provide her with a few more dynamic movements, he would get her as horny as himself. That was his current objective, and as his tongue kept reeling with magnificent grace and ease against hers, he reached out with his trembling fingers and allowed them to circulate through Sheri's hair. He loved the smooth softness of her hair, and the longer that his fingers were moving through her hair, the happier that he felt.
When Ken finally removed his tongue from Sheri's mouth, he looked over at her and gasped.
"Baby, you don't know what you do to me," he said.
"You really do come on strong, baby."
"Of course I do. When the person I'm with turns me on this much."
At that point an extremely hungry Ken Snyder, his heart pounding relentlessly, reached out with both hands and began to undo his dream girl's blouse.
His fingers moved swiftly and as they did Sheri cried out in protest.
"Stop, what are you doing," she said. "This is terrible. Here we are, right out in the open."
"No, we're not. There's no problem, baby. Hell, other guys at school have fucked chicks right up here in these mountains."
"I'll bet you had that in mind right in the beginning."
"So what if I did. I was hungry for you, honey, and I don't see any reason to hide it."
"Don't do a thing like this. I feel so cheap."
"You're being awfully silly," he told her. "There's no reason why you should feel cheap about anything. As a matter-of-fact, you ought to feel honored. Not every chick has a top halfback in the league going after her. Remember, I've scored more touchdowns than anybody. I saw you jumping up and down at our last game, cheering me on."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to fuck with you in the front seat of your car."
"Go on, honey. Just play it cool. This is gonna be beautiful. You really want it. You just think that you've got to protest. That's the way it is. Girls are supposed to say things like that. That's a lot of bullshit. That doesn't mean you're cheap if you put out for somebody like me. It just means that you've got a little class."
He reached out and undid the buttons of Sheri's blouse and, with one gigantic tug, pulled it over her head. '
"Ah, I'm gonna take off this blouse," he said. "I really want you, baby."
Once he removed the blouse and tossed it to the floor of the Porsche, Ken gasped as he ob served his lover's beautiful breasts. All she had on now was her bra, and he was determined to pull it off as quickly as possible.
Ken reached out with both hands, quickly unstrapping her bra. He removed it, throwing it next to her blouse.
"Oh, what gorgeous tits," he exclaimed.
The longer that Ken focused his eyes on her smooth, voluptuous ivory breasts, the more eager he was to have sex with gorgeous young Sheri. He reached out with his right hand, cupping his fingers around her left nipple.
"Ah, I like this kind of breast friction," he said. "How do you like it, baby?"
"It does feel good. I'm just afraid of getting caught out here."
"You don't have to be afraid of anything, honey. We're gonna just blast away and have ourselves the fuck of our lives."
While he continued to cup one of her breasts, he decided that he ought to cup the other as well. So he simultaneously felt her nipples, watching as waves of excitement shot through her body.
"You like that, I can tell it," he grinned. "It does feel good."
"You're damned right it does." While his fingers kept on circulating with wild enthusiasm over both his lover's breasts, he kept up his spirited activity, enjoying every breast stab, moving his fingers briskly and sharply over her hot tits.
He kept the action going, determined to get both of them as hot as possible. After his fingers had worked their way over her hot tits for several minutes, Ken decided that it was time to revert to some sucking activity.
He plunged his head eagerly forward, thrusting out his tongue and permitting it to collide with Sheri's left breast. With sparkling enthusiasm, he drove his tongue devastatingly against her breast, enjoying every stroke.
He kept up his sharp, unswerving activity over one breast for a few minutes, then switched over to the other breast. He brought to bear the same degree of energetic enthusiasm, driving his tongue sharply against her hot tit.
"Oh, you're driving me wild with that tongue action," she sighed. "You do have a great tongue, baby. I've got to admit that. You're good. Oh, are you good."
He kept up his devastating tongue movements for a few more dramatic minutes. By that point in time he was ready for more. He knew he just had to take off her skirt, stripping her completely naked.
"Just a second, baby, and I'll have you as nude as hell," he laughed.
"I don't know if we should. I don't know if we ought to go that far."
"What the hell. We've gone this far. It would be a damned crying shame to stop now."
Ken's energetic fingers reached out. He unzipped her skirt, watching as her hips flounced back and forth with excitement. He could see that by that time Sheri was every bit as horny for action as he was.
While Ken's nimble fingers kept on unzipping Sheri's skirt, his heart was spinning out of control. It kept pounding ever so relentlessly. He unzipped the skirt, then reached out with his strong, determined fingers. He began tugging downward at it, the excitement within him increasing all the more as he anticipated removing her skirt.
CHAPTER 2
"I can hardly wait to see you naked," Ken said. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Yes, I want to see you completely nude, baby. You've got such beautiful legs. I want to see your legs and what you've got between them. I want to see your gorgeous pussy."
He kept tugging downward at her skirt. He noticed how her energetic body was trembling. It gave him a great feeling of relief to know that he was just about finished with his activity. He had practically completed the undressing act, which was a major phase of the sex act.
He kept tugging at her skirt until he removed it altogether, tossing it on the floor. At that point Sheri was wearing nothing more than her silky white panties.
He looked at her for a few moments with steady admiration. His eyes widened with desire.
"Oh, what beautiful legs," he said, looking down at his lover's firm, trim thighs. "I want to go all the way with you, sweetheart. There's no other way. Oh, yeah, I've just got to sink my tongue down between your legs. I've got to suck your snatch, I love to eat beautiful chicks. Especially somebody like you. Oh, you looked so damn sexy on that football field, dancing around in that cute little skirt. How I want you, sweetheart."
Ken reached out and clutched at the elastic that held together her silky white panties. He held onto the panties firmly, then began to slide them down her legs.
"Damned, but I want you," he said. "I want to see your pussy hairs. I want to suck your snatch. I really want to eat you."
Her legs began to nimbly sway back and forth. She was feeling the tense excitement of the moment as determined Ken kept moving the panties down her legs.
"I'm getting closer," he told her. "I must get these panties off. I'm gonna remove them, sweetheart. We're really gonna dig that action. Yes, baby, we'll love every bit of it.
Ken kept working his fingers frantically, moving her panties all the way down to her thighs, then toward her ankles.
by the time that the panties had slid down as far as his lover's ankles, Ken got his first look at her sparkling cunt. He could see the glistening brown pussy hairs, and the pink, restless vagina waiting beneath them.
"Ah, I can finally see your fur patch," he grinned. "This is a big moment for me, honey. You don't know how long I dreamed about this. But I finally said I couldn't wait or dream any longer. I needed you right now."
"Do whatever you want with me, baby," she replied. "I didn't realize I could get this steamed up. I didn't know that I dug you as much. But you're really doing the job, sweetheart. You're really getting me excited."
Ken finished removing Sheri's panties. He reached out quickly with his right hand, allowing his finger tips to move smoothly over her mound.
"Ah, how do you like this finger action?" he asked.
"My cunt is itching, honey. Oh, it feels so good when you move your fingers that way."
"Of course it does. Yes, baby. I'm gonna keep up a devastating pace. I'm gonna get you as excited as hell. Then I'm gonna suck your mound."
"Oh, that's so nice, baby. Your fingers are really doing a superb job. I'm getting so hot I can't stand it. Oh, I really feel the electricity."
"Of course you do. Let's just keep your fingers going. Oh, yeah, honey. Keep the fingers moving. Darling, oh, honey, I really like it"
Ken enjoyed the encouragement that he was receiving from his lover. It made him that much more eager to please her. So he kept his fingers sliding, allowing them to maneuver with swift determination against her snatch.
"Keep me going," she called out. "Oh, keep your fingers sliding. I'm already getting moist down there in my mound, honey. It's not that hard to figure out why. Your fingers are moving so well. Oh, I really love what you're doing, sweetheart."
Ken kept up his brisk, systematic pace, driving his fingers forward diligently, moving them around her hot snatch.
After a few more minutes of the same kind of brisk movements, he removed his fingers.
"I want your snatch," he said. "There's no other way. I want to stick my tongue out there between your legs and suck. I want to drive my tongue, sweetheart. I want to give you a wild suck."
"Do it, sweetheart."
He dropped down quickly to his knees, sinking his head down between his lover's beautiful legs.
With steady determination Ken let his tongue plunge forward. It immediately found his lover's pussy hairs. He wanted to tickle her snatch hairs for a few moments, to get her as agitated as he could from a number of different movements.
While his tongue made its way slowly over her pubic mound, Ken reached out and grabbed his lover's buttocks. He had always wanted to touch her beautiful ass cheeks, and now he held the firm globes of flesh in his fingers.
It gave him a great feeling of accomplishment to know that he was holding her buttocks and sucking her mound simultaneously. He kept on letting his tongue slide slowly over Sheri's moist snatch hairs. He would keep up that action for a little while longer, then would go to work on her vagina itself.
When he removed his tongue from his lover's snatch hairs, he let it press onward, allowing it to make contact for the first time with her vagina.
As he moved his tongue with superb grace over her hot, pink, inviting gash, he felt a tremendous degree of passionate zeal sweep through him.
Back and forth he kept on making contact, driving his tongue forward, putting all kinds of enthusiasm into every thrusting movement.
He removed his tongue after a few moments, then decided it was time to put his teeth to work. He wanted to do everything he could to excite his beautiful lover, and was determined to see to it that he brought her off in the most convincing way.
"Come on, darling, oh, I want you to eat me," she exclaimed. "Oh, I feel so good, darling. Yes, I feel great. Oh, I get such wonderful sensations. Go ahead, lover, cut loose. I really want you to. Go all the way with me, sweetheart"
He kept up his action, turning his teeth loose, letting them nibble at her clitoris. She felt the overpowering excitement, enjoying the brisk strokes that he supplied.
"Oh, you can really drive a girl wild that way," she told him. "Keep going, baby. Oh, keep using those teeth on my clit. It's such a good feeling, lover. Oh, yeah, that's good, baby. Keep it going, sweetheart. Yes, oh, you're doing so well. Keep it up, baby. You're gonna have me off in no time. You'll be sucking my pussy to climax, baby. Keep your teeth nibbling. Then suck me."
While Ken kept on probing her clitoris with his teeth, nibbling ever so gently, he allowed his fingers to firmly clutch her ass cheeks. He wasn't about to let go of her lovely buttocks. He felt a powerful degree of conviction about making her feel as hot as possible. He wanted her to feel the same degree of excitement that he did.
He finally removed his teeth from her clitoris, deciding that he had to move on to the sucking. Otherwise, he knew, his lover would be juicing right then and there.
While Ken's fingers kept on tightly clutching Sheri's buttocks, he sent his tongue into motion, letting it spin with eager determination against her pussy.
"Oh, you really know how to please me," Sheri gasped, "keep your tongue sliding, baby. Oh, yeah, lover. Keep it working. Suck me, darling. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, bring me off, honey. Do it, sweetheart. Work your tongue. Oh, sweetheart, I really want it, baby. Drive your tongue, darling, oh, bring me off, sweetheart. Suck me. Oh, you've got to do it, baby."
Her body kept twisting and turning as she lay slumped on the front seat, receiving the determined tongue jolts that he was circulating over her mound.
"Keep driving your tongue," she called out, "oh, keep going, baby. You've got to bring me off. Oh, it feels so wonderful. Keep on sucking me, darling. Keep driving your tongue. Oh, you've got to keep driving it. Keep working it quickly, honey. Oh, this is nice. This is so nice. Keep up the sucking. Keep on driving your tongue. Oh, I'm getting closer. That's it, clutch my butt. Hang onto it tightly, honey. That makes me feel good, too, sweetheart."
by that point in time her body was hurling back and forth. She could barely contain herself. She kept gasping loudly, enjoying the strokes she received from the brilliant tongue efforts that her lover kept supplying.
"Just a few more of those strokes and I'll be there," she told him, "oh, you can except me to just take so many of those. Keep on sucking me, baby. Oh, I'm there, honey. I'm really there. Oh, come on, honey, eat every drop. Go after every hot drop of my cunt juice. Eat me, lover."
As Ken kept on clutching Sheri's ass cheeks ever so tightly, the juices continued to spurt out of her mound. He went after every drop let, eager to satisfy her in every possible way.
"Oh, it's shooting out of there, eat it, lover, I want you to eat it," she said.
She watched as he gobbled with every bit of determination he could muster. He didn't want to lose a solitary precious drop from her mound.
Ken kept oh clutching her buttocks, hanging on as he finished the act. When he removed his tongue from Sheri's mound, he looked at her and exclaimed:
"You really are some piece of ass."
"You really are some suck, baby. You really worked your tongue."
"I guess so. I was starved for your kind of action, baby."
"I'm glad we were able to make each other so happy."
"There's no way that we could miss. We were just too excited."
"I guess so."
Ken leaned forward, delivering an appreciative kiss to his lover's lips. His lips clung to hers for several moments, after which he released them.
"You're as horny as hell," she exclaimed.
CHAPTER 3
A hungry look on his face, Ken Snyder reached down and began to unzip his trousers.
"I've got to get my long pecker out," he said. "When a guy gets that excited, his dick needs some freedom."
"Go ahead, baby. I'd like to see it."
"I guess you noticed it dancing around in my trousers."
"Any time a guy has that big a hard-on, a girl would have to be blind not to notice it," she laughed.
"I guess you have a point there, baby. You know your way around. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Well, you know quite a bit for a girl who's sixteen."
"Yes, I suppose I do."
He unzipped his trousers, pulled out his hard throbbing penis, and fondling it with the fingers of his right hand he smiled at her.
An expression of pride began to surface on Ken's face. He was always happy to show his hard-on to a beautiful girl, and at that point he was wild for Sheri. As a matter-of-fact he didn't really care about anyone or anything else at that juncture.
He kept up his energetic finger stabs, watching as Sheri observed him very closely. He wanted her to observe everything that was happening. He knew that she would become that much more aroused.
"Do you like my finger action over my cock?" he asked.
"That prick of yours really looks good."
"I'm gonna stab you with it, darling. I'll bet you're waiting for it"
"You've really got a nice cock."
"I'll tell you what. You reach out and start playing with it, sweetheart. I really want you to put your fingers to work on it. You take over. Let's have ourselves a real good time."
He sprawled out on the driver's seat spread ing-his legs, watching as gorgeous, naked Sheri threw her body down on the floor and reached out with both hands.
"Smother that hot prick of mine," he encouraged. "I want you to really move your fingers over it, sweetheart. You can do it. You're just the kind of girl who can give me plenty of excitement. Work your fingers, my sweet."
She began slowly, but it didn't take long before Sheri began to completely find the range. Her fingers moved with conviction and skill, circulating along his long, throbbing penis.
Every time that her smooth, sure finger tips made contact with Ken's dick, he became that much more excited. He loved the feeling of her fingers manipulating swiftly over his cock.
"This is so good," he exclaimed. "Your fingers are really finding the range, honey. Keep them working, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, lover, I really want it. Oh, I want those finger movements. Keep on stabbing, baby. Oh, yeah, keep on stabbing your fingers. My prick is about ready to talk. Hell, it is talking. It's showing you what it thinks of you. It wouldn't be standing so proud and tall otherwise."
Sheri kept on circulating her fingers, moving them with brisk eagerness over the length of his entire spear. She kept on working her fingers, pumping devastatingly, moving Ken that much closer to a satisfying orgasm.
"You can play with my balls, too," Ken sighed. "I want you to finger my cock with one hand and my balls with the other."
"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy."
"Oh, yes, sweetheart. That's the perfect spirit. Let's just keep things going. Let's drive those fingers of yours. Drive your fingers, doll. Let them slide over my cock and balls."
While Sheri was manipulating the fingers of her right hand up and down the full length of his long cock, she utilized the fingers of her other hand over his balls. She circulated the fingers wildly, doing everything she could to provide her lover with the maximum in bodily thrills.
"This is great," he called out. "You're really letting it rip, baby. You're really sliding your fingers over my cock and balls. I love what you're doing, baby. Oh, yeah, you really know how to turn a guy on. Just keep up those beautiful movements, sweetheart. Keep those fingers spinning. Keep them working quickly over my cock and balls. We're really making beautiful love, sweetheart. You're doing it with your fingers. Oh, those stabs are nice. I really dig them. Go ahead, doll."
She kept utilizing her fingers in an effective manner, causing Ken to feel great waves of excitement as a result of every sweeping thrust.
"I want to fuck your mound," Ken said. "Come on, baby. Let go of my cock and balls. I really want to screw you, honey."
Sheri removed her fingers from Ken's prick. She saw him look down at his aroused pecker.
Ken decided it was time to go all the way. He would plunge his hard prick into her mound, driving it convincingly into her until he orgaamed.
Ken leaned forward and allowed his lips to plunge against Sheri's. He let his lips move with great conviction. He wanted to see to it that he got her as hot as possible. He wanted her pussy as aroused as could be as she anticipated his hot cock stabs.
He removed his lips from hers, then slipped his tongue inside Sheri's mouth. With great exhilaration their tongues met, colliding swiftly, supplying each other with all kinds of wild thrills.
While Ken let his tongue continue to splash against Sheri's, he reached out with both hands and clutched at her thighs. He enjoyed touching the smooth warmth of her body, and every time that he did so it got him that much more excited and eager-for devastating thrills.
Ken removed his tongue from Sheri's mouth. His heart was beating at a savage clip. He felt an overpowering desire to slip his cock into her mound.
But before Ken would allow himself the luxury of going all the way with Sheri, he wanted to do a few more things to get her extra excited. He reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to probe around her pussy.
He began slowly, but soon he was letting his fingers wind around her mound with the greatest of speed.
"That's nice," she gasped. "Oh, you're really getting me turned on, baby. I like the excitement you're giving me. Oh, this is so beautiful, lover. Your fingers are so great. They're really moving quickly. Oh, I like the action, I like every bit of sensation that you're supplying me with."
"I'm just getting you ready, sweetheart. I'm getting that pussy of yours as moist and as excited as can be. Then I'm gonna plunge my dick into it."
"I'm looking forward to it. Hey, to think that I was arguing with you about even doing this."
"You're not going to be arguing any more, are you?"
"Oh, no. Just keep your fingers moving, lover. I really want this action. Yeah, oh, that feels so good. I feel these tremendous little tingles throughout my body."
"Of course you do, baby. You feel the tingles. You want me. You want me to plunge my cock into you. You want me to give you all the excitement that I can."
"Oh, yes. I really do want it. Keep your fingers twisting, lover. Ah, sweetheart, this is so nice."
"Certainly it is."
"Oh, your finger strokes. You're really doing it"
Abruptly Ken removed his fingers from her hot mound. He felt that the time had arrived to move his cock into high gear, to crisply let it collide with her mound.
"Get set, we're gonna have a beautiful screw," he told her.
"This has been so nice."
"Just wait until I turn my prick loose in your pussy."
"Oh, yeah."
Ken slid out of the seat. He reached out and clutched at his lover's hips, gliding her downward until she was lying in the middle of the seat, spreading her legs.
Ken reached out with both hands and clutched at her thighs. He parted her legs ever so slightly, then got set to enter her mound.
"Here it goes, I'm gonna give you a fantastic fuck," he told her.
"Drive your cock, honey. Oh, I'm so hungry for it. I'm so eager for your beautiful prick stabs. Keep your cock moving, lover."
"I'm gonna be perpetual motion once that I get to unload this long dick of mine into your pussy."
"Yes, send it into me. Oh, drive it hard, baby."
"Just sit tight, sweetheart. You're really gonna get a fuck."
While Ken continued to let his fingers collide with his lover's thighs, he permitted his prick to thunder forward. It entered inside her pussy.
"Oh, this feels so good," he said. "It's great being inside your mound, lover. Oh, yeah, honey. This is really nice. I'm gonna really plunge it inside your snatch. Oh, what a great feeling."
"Keep sending it inside me."
"You'd better believe it, baby."
Ken kept on ramming his cock forward, letting it slide with solid impact into her mound. While he kept grinding his hips and flipping his dick, sending his cock ever deeper into Sheri's mound, he could feel the excitement mounting in his cock and balls.
The itch was becoming tremendous as Ken kept up his stroking, passionate movements. He was driving his dick with everything that he had, letting the solid impact take charge of the situation as he fucked for everything he was worth. He wasn't putting a whole lot of finesse into his prick stabs. He had passed that point of action. He was too hungry for her body. The only way he would satisfy himself was to provide her with the utmost in brisk cock stabs. He would bring her off through his sturdy, incessant movements, plunging his dick into her pussy as deeply as he could.
"Keep going," she called out, "oh, yes, my dear. You really want me. I know you do. Keep up your cock movements. Oh, send your dick into my mound, baby. Drive it hard, sweetheart. Oh, what a screw you're giving me."
Ken reached out and slapped at his lover's buttocks. He loved touching her that way. Every time that he slapped her, he managed to move his cock more forcefully than before. He was sending his long, grinding cock into her with great depth and excitement.
"Ah, I'm getting there," Ken told her. "Just a few more strokes and I'll be juicing, baby.
This is great action, sweetheart. Oh, I really love fucking you, baby. What a screw. Ah, this is a fantastic fuck."
"Keep those hips of yours moving," she encouraged. "As long as they're moving, I know I'm gonna continue getting a great fuck. Oh, yeah, sweetheart. Keep grinding your hips. Keep fucking me. Keep sending your cock forward. I like that hot, steely organ of yours. Keep on sending it into my pussy. Oh, you're getting closer and closer. I can see it. You're not too far away from orgasm. Ah, keep sending your prick deeper into my pussy. Come on, baby, oh, you've really got to fuck me. Oh, I'm juicing, baby. Yes, oh, I'm shooting."
It gave Ken a great thrill to recognize that he had injected so much in the way of excitement into his lover's body that her pussy was juicing. He kept up his grinding fuck stabs, driving his cock ever deeper into her mound. Now that she had juiced, he realized that it wouldn't be all that much longer before the hot white spray would begin to shoot from the end of his spear.
"Keep on fucking me," she called out. "Drive your cock, baby. Oh, yeah, really keep it going. Send it into my mound. Oh, I can feel the itch, baby. Keep stabbing me."
Ken kept on plugging away, sending his long, savage penis deep inside her mound. The longer and harder he projected his cock into her love gash, the closer that he found himself to climax.
"Oh, I'll be juicing, too," he said, keeping his cock plunging steadily forward. "Ah, I'm fucking your snatch, darling. I'm gonna juice, baby. Get set. Ah, that hot white stuff is gonna spurt out of there. You're gonna love every bit of it, baby."
"Keep on fucking me," she called out. "Yes, honey. Keep those devastating strokes coming. Oh, honey, lover, keep fucking me. Oh, what a beautiful fuck you are. You can do it, sweetheart. Oh, yes, you can really grind out that cock action. Keep your cock inside my pussy. Keep plunging away. Oh, honey, lover, keep it going."
With blind, steely determination, Ken entered the last few phases of the sex act.
His body was quivering a lot more noticeably than it had been before. He enjoyed ever solid stroke that he projected into her mound, and the longer that the fuck continued, the better that he was getting to know his brilliant partner.
She flipped her hips back and forth, determined to supply her lover with every bit in the way of satisfaction that she could. As she was wiggling her ass cheeks, Ken would reach out and continue to slap at her buttocks.
"What an ass you've got," he sighed, "oh, yeah, baby. I'm gonna keep up this beautiful action. This is so good, honey. It really is. Oh, baby, I'm gonna juice in your mound. Just a few more sliding strokes and I'll be there. Ah, honey, baby, yes, I'm gonna juice."
"Fuck me, oh, spill your juices into me," she called out "It's so exciting, darling. I'm gonna juice again myself. Oh, yes, there's only so much in the way of this kind of excitement that any girl can take. Keep it going, baby. Keep grinding your cock into me. Oh, slam it hard, baby. Yes. Oh, you're really slamming it. You're driving it all the way into my pussy, as far as you can. Oh, honey, keep it going."
Several more times Ken reached out and slapped at his lover's buttocks. He kept on gasping and sighing, keeping up his fervent movements, driving his cock forward. He liked what was happening. In just a few more strokes, the hot white juices would begin to shoot from his cock.
"That semen is gonna spill," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, I'm really plunging it into you all the way."
"Yes, you're there, I know you are," she said. "I'm juicing again, baby. Oh, I hope you're gonna juice, too. What a wonderful feeling. Oh, darling, it's so great having sex with you."
A few strokes later, the first few droplets of the hot, steamy white juice began to spill from the end of Ken's hard prick.
A thrilled Sheri immediately reacted. At that same point in time her juices were spraying. She heaved a loud sigh.
"Oh, I'm juicing again, darling, and you're starting to juice, too," she gasped. "Yes, baby, I know you are. Those first drops have spilled. Oh, there's more to come, I know there is."
"You'd better believe it, baby. Do you feel it? It's really shooting out of there now. That hot, white, steamy juice."
"I love every bit of it," she gasped. "Oh, keep fucking my snatch. Keep sending your prick into my mound. Oh, the juices are spraying, baby. I'm lost in this sea of hot white stuff. I need it, darling, oh, spill it out of there. Spill every drop of it, baby. My pussy needs it. Oh, does it ever need it."
Ken kept on projecting his cock forward, plunging and sliding it inside her mound. He kept up his determined movements until the last few droplets of juice had spilled from the end of his dick.
CHAPTER 4
As Ken sat there pensively on the edge of his seat, he realized that one orgasm wouldn't be enough.
He felt so super charged that he needed some more of the same kind of activity. His cock was feeling the great excitement of the moment. Even though he had juiced inside his lover's mound just a few moments earlier, that wasn't good enough for him. Certainly he had enjoyed it supremely. He had loved every stab that he had projected inside his lover's pussy. But he needed more, a lot more, and he needed it badly.
"Can you play with my dick again?" he asked.
"I'll do anything necessary to get you excited."
"I'm already excited," he laughed. "It's just a question of sticking with things. It's just a question of getting me to the point where I'm gonna orgasm again."
"You really do look excited."
"You'd better believe I am. How about running your fingers over my dick. Go ahead, baby, you know, this time I want to give you a chance to use your tongue on me just like I used mine on yours earlier."
"I see. Then you want a blow job."
"Sure. That wouldn't bother you, would it?"
"I haven't given all that many blow jobs."
"But you'd like to give me one, wouldn't you?"
"I suppose so."
"Sure you'd like it. But first of all I want you to get your fingers to work on my cock and balls. Come on, baby. Just let your fingers fly. Move them over my prick and balls. Go ahead and work them, baby. Yes, baby. Go ahead, darling."
She reached out with both hands and allowed her fingers to maneuver simultaneously over his cock and balls. She kept up a dramatic pace, moving her fingers quickly, allowing the sensations to be felt plentifully by Ken.
"Ah, you've really got my balls tingling," he laughed. "Oh, yes, sweetheart, you're giving me just the right movements. Keep your fingers sliding, honey. Right over my cock and balls at the same time. You really know where it's at, baby. Oh, yeah, you know how to excite a guy. Keep up those stirring finger movements, baby."
The longer that Sheri's fingers steadily maneuvered over Ken's hard rod, the more anxious he felt. He knew that in just a few more minutes he would have to unleash the juices of his rod inside her mouth.
"Play with my rod," he told her. "I like this dick action, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, baby, drive your fingers over my cock and balls. Keep up the action. Work your fingers simultaneously. The ball action and the cock action. I like it together. Oh, we're really letting it all hang out. I love it, sweetheart."
She kept pumping her fingers, driving him into a greater state of excitement. With great electricity, her fingers kept on maneuvering, working with convincing skill against his cock and balls.
"Okay, so start sucking my balls," he called out. "Yes, baby, you've got to suck my testicles. Suck my testicles and use the fingers of both hands to run up and down my cock. That'll get me really excited, baby. Keep it going, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, lover. Keep your fingers moving. Go ahead, baby, oh, I really want it. Yes, sweetheart. Keep driving your fingers. Oh, that's nice. You're really doing it, baby. Oh, honey, I love it I love every hot stroke."
Sheri was stimulated by the reaction she was getting from Ken. Her fingers moved forward more spiritedly than before. She drove them quickly over his cock, and all the while her tongue kept circulating over his testicles. She was enjoying the excitement she was receiving from the hot, forceful tongue efforts.
"Go ahead, baby, keep sucking my balls," he encouraged. "Oh, yeah, pretty quick you're gonna be going down on my cock. You're gonna be running your tongue over my long prick. Keep sliding your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, keep your tongue going. Keep sliding it over my balls. Then I want you to start working on my prick. It isn't gonna take you long to bring me off. Not when I'm this excited."
After a few more minutes of determined testicle sucking, she removed her tongue from his balls. Sheri recognized that Ken was ready for the next phase of the action, that in which she would be sucking on his cock.
"Go ahead, go down on my prick," Ken said impatiently. "I need that kind of beautiful action, honey, the kind that only you can supply with your tongue. Drive it brilliantly, baby. Oh, sweetheart, you can do it. I know you can. Ah, slide your tongue over my rod. Make beautiful love to me. Eat my cock, honey. Eat my hot dick. Slide your tongue, baby. Oh, yeah, I want it, honey. Ah, I really need it bad. Drive your tongue quickly, baby. Ah, bring me off."
As a panting, thoroughly aroused Ken begged for some more action, Sheri set out to accomplish that very purpose. She began to manipulate her tongue speedily and wildly up and down the full length of her lover's cock. Back and forth she maneuvered her tongue, driving it with supreme conviction.
"Suck me," he sighed, "oh, bring that tongue of yours into high gear, sweetheart. Keep working it."
His undulating hips kept sweeping back and forth, grinding passionately as he did all he could to promote the excitement at hand.
"Keep sending your tongue against my dick," he said. "Keep on sucking me, lover. Oh, yeah, baby, you're doing it. Keep playing with my balls. Don't stop that action. I want you to finger my testicles. That'll really put me in a state of excitement. Come on, baby, move those fingers enthusiastically. I really want you to do it, baby."
by that time she was thoroughly enraptured with her lover's cock. Sheri kept up her determined efforts, sliding her tongue up and down his long pole.
She enjoyed the illuminating contact of her tongue driving with superb grace and excitement against his long spear. The dick action continued. She kept on grinding her tongue, sending it spiritedly forward, allowing it to pump up and down her lover's rod.
As she kept up her steady stabs, she moved him that much closer to the intriguing moment of climax. As her fingers kept toying with his balls, which were bulging and expanding with great delight, her tongue moved him that much closer to the brink of orgasmic satisfaction.
"Your tongue is doing it," he sighed. "Oh, what a beautiful spirited tongue you have. You're really sending it into me, baby. You can really sock it to me with those tongue stabs. Keep them going."
He flipped his legs back and forth, then reached out and clutched at his lover's buttocks. He loved touching her. Every conceivable form of contact with her was one of great delight and joy.
"Keep me going!" he said. "Just keep those relentless tongue stabs going, baby. Oh, yeah, what a beautiful tongue you do have. You're really getting me excited, sweetheart. Oh, I'm only a few strokes from the end. It's not gonna take many more tongue stabs before I'm gonna juice. Oh, darling, keep your tongue working. Drive it quickly, baby. Oh, yeah, keep your tongue sliding. Oh, honey, keep sucking my dick. Oh, keep your tongue moving. Work it quickly. Oh, you're going even faster. I love what you're doing. You're the greatest, baby. Keep sucking my hot prick. Oh, it's steaming, baby, it's feeling the relentless energy."
Every time that Sheri's fingers moved searchingly against her lover's balls, he could feel greater waves of excitement circulating through his body. Ken could see just how close he was coming. A few strokes later he would be off. She kept on driving her tongue, sending it with great determination against his cock, moving Ken that much closer to climax.
"A few strokes more, that's all I ask," she heard him call out. "Drive your tongue, baby. Keep it going, sweetheart Oh, yeah, I'm there, baby. I'm there, the juices are gonna shoot. What a great feeling."
After heaving a long loud sigh, the first few droplets of the hot white orgasmic liquid began to shoot from the end of Ken's long hard pecker.
"Go get it," he cried out, "I want you to swallow every drop of the stuff, baby. Go ahead and eat every droplet, sweetheart. Oh, honey, come on, I want you to eat it. Go get it, baby. Yes, honey, oh, I can see how bad you want it. You really do want it. Eat it, honey. Go after it. Oh, eat that jissum."
Now the hot white liquid was spilling forward, shooting wildly out of the end of his big dick. He had been in a state of passionate excitement for quite some time. Now the steaming juices were shooting out of him. He was getting the kind of hot release that he had dreamed about. And his lover was sticking with him, eagerly collecting every droplet of his spirited load.
"Go ahead, honey, oh, I really want it," Ken sighed. "Oh, baby, eat it. Come on, go down on my hot prick. Yes, baby, oh, I want you to swallow every droplet of it. Go ahead, baby. Eat my hot dick. Oh, baby, go get it. Go get every drop of the stuff."
Ken's legs kicked back and forth as he received the sucking stabs from Sheri's tongue. He kept feeling her driving tongue as she swallowed every droplet of the hot steaming pecker juice that kept on spilling out of Hie end of Ken's prong.
"Keep eating it," he. called out, "oh, there's still a few more droplets, baby. I want to make sure that you swallow every drop of my load. Go get it, honey. Oh, yeah, you've got to have it, baby. You've got to swallow it. You've got to swallow every drop of the stuff. Go ahead, baby, eat it, sweetheart, you've really got to eat it"
She finished up on his hard cock, energetically sticking with every drop, swallowing every droplet that spilled out of it.
When she finally removed her tongue from Ken's cock, his muscles began to tighten. He could feel a stiffness and a soreness as a result of all the action he had received.
"You know something, in some ways this is more strenuous than four quarters of football," Ken laughed.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Oh, no. Not when you put out this much."
"Maybe you do have a point" she smiled. "I'm beginning to feel a little tired myself."
"We put out with everything we had," he laughed.
Sheri sighed contentedly and slumped back in the seat, exhausted but smiling at her lover, Ken.
CHAPTER 5
Ken and Sheri were a steady twosome during the course of that week.
That Friday evening, Miller High played its most crucial football game of the year against cross-town rival Central High School.
After a hard-fought first half, Central broke into the lead by one touchdown in the third quarter. Late in that quarter, as he was attempting to slip through the tough Central line, Ken Snyder was hit hard. He fell hard on his left knee, which had given him trouble in the past. He lay motionless on the field.
Tears streamed down both sides of Sheri's face as she observed Ken lying there. They finally brought him around with smelling salts, but he was still too groggy to leave the field on his own power. On top of that, he could not move the leg where he had sustained the knee injury.
Ken was sent to the hospital. A report circulated back shortly thereafter that he had torn ligaments in his knee and would be out the rest of the season. He would have to stay at the hospital for several days.
Late in the fourth quarter, Miller quarterback Jim Webb mounted an attack. He began throwing the football, something that Miller had done very little of during that season. With a sharp running game, they didn't feel as if they needed to.
One touchdown pass brought the score to 14-14. With time running out, Miller stopped Central, getting the ball back in the last minute and a half.
Jim Webb had just enough time to mount one last assault on the Central goal line. He completed four consecutive passes, the last one with only thirty-five seconds to play, hitting his wide receiver in the end zone for a touchdown.
The Miller side of the field went wild. The cheer leaders, Sheri included, jumped up and down with great enthusiasm. The game had been won over a bitter rival team.
As she was getting ready to leave the stadium, one of the male cheer leaders walked up to Sheri.
"There's a big party over at Jim Webb's," he said. "His folks are gone for the weekend so it ought to get pretty wild. A big celebration."
"I don't feel like celebrating to much, even though we did win."
"I know you're real disappointed about Ken, but he'd understand. He wouldn't expect you to miss this party. Besides, he's fast asleep in the hospital right now. You'd be no good to him at all right now. Why don't you at least drop by?"
"I guess maybe I will just stop by for a second," Sheri said.
She got into her car and drove over to Jim Webb's. She recognized him as being a very wild young man, perhaps even wilder in certain respects than Ken.
by the time that she arrived, a number of the couples were necking on sofas. She could smell the stench of marijuana, and she observed some of the guys and gals in the crowded room smoking it.
As for Jim, the host of the evening, he was holding court, talking about how he had won the game. He explained how Central's defense had made itself vulnerable to the pass, and how he had eagerly capitalized on the situation.
As Sheri made her entrance, Jim looked at her and smiled. He was wearing nothing other than his trousers. He had taken off his shoes and socks, as well as his shirt. He had a can of beer in his hand, and Sheri could tell from looking at him that he'd had quite a few beers. His eyes were on the reddish side.
"Hello there, baby. It's really great to see you," he laughed. "I'm sorry about Ken, but I'm glad you could make it"
Jim finished his story about the game, then walked over toward Sheri, who was standing uncomfortably in an isolated corner of the room.
"Have a beer with me, baby," he said, tossing his empty beer can into the nearest trash container.
"All right Maybe I'll have just one."
"Just relax, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about a thing. Just let old Jim take care of everything. I'm really in a good mood, baby, and I guess you can understand why. Hell, I've had a beautiful time of it"
He opened up a can of beer, handing it to Sheri. She took a few sips, then looked at him.
"I'll bet you're real happy now," she said.
"You'd better believe that I am. We won the game. I wanted to beat Central more than any other team."
She watched as he guzzled down the beer. In a matter of three or four quick sips, he had completely finished.
"You know, baby, old Ken wouldn't expect you to just sit around and mope," Jim grinned. "Why don't you come with me into the bedroom?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that."
"Why the hell couldn't you?"
"I don't know. It just wouldn't seem right."
"Bullshit. It would be right, honey. It's right for us. Believe me when I tell you that it is."
As some of the other people in the room watched, Jim leaned forward and let his lips collide with Sheri's. He permitted them to remain pressed against hers for several long minutes.
Sheri's heart couldn't help but pound relentlessly as he kept on kissing her. When he turned his lips loose from hers, he was all set to take her into the bedroom.
Jim took complete charge of things, reaching out with his right hand and grabbing her left hand. He pulled her upward from the chair where she had been sitting, then led her down the hall.
"It's right for us," he whispered. "You're gonna dig it, baby. Believe me when I tell you that you are."
They moved into the bedroom, after which Jim reached out with both hands and threw his arms about her, clutching at her buttocks. She was wearing a tight-fitting white pants suit, and the more sharply his fingers clutched, the greater the feeling of eagerness that projected itself throughout her whole body.
"Damned, but I want you," he said. "Every time I look at you I get that much hungrier."
His fingers then went briskly to work. He undid the top of her pants suit, then the bottom. She could hardly get over the anxiety he was displaying.
"Honey, you don't know what you do for us guys when we're on the football field when you're prancing around the sidelines," he said. "You look so good, honey. Oh, you're such a beautiful chick. I want you real bad. Oh, how I ever need you."
He soon had Sheri down to her panties and bra. He was panting loudly, awaiting further action.
But before he did any more, he got up from the bed. He quickly began to remove his cloth ing.
"We've both got to be naked," he said. "We're gonna go all the way, sweetheart. Yes, indeed, we're gonna both let it all hang out."
Sheri watched as Jim tossed aside his shirt, then began to nervously remove his belt. He took off his trousers, then pulled his shorts down his legs.
"Ah, I really want it, I really want you," he said.
The moment that Jim exposed his hard Cock for the first time, Sheri felt thrills and tingles spill through her body. She could see how eager he was, and the knowledge of his eagerness caused her to feel that much more in the way of spine-tingling excitement.
"How do you like my hot prick, honey?" he asked.
"It looks very good."
"I'm gonna finish stripping you."
Jim threw himself on top of the bed. He reached out and undid his lover's bra, tossing it to the ground. He reached out with both hands, permitting his fingers to slide effectively over his lover's breasts.
"Ah, that really feels nice," he said. "I love clutching at your tits, baby. Do you like that?"
"You really have the feel for it."
"I guess that I do."
He moved his tongue down toward her left breast. With great excitement, he thrust his tongue against her breast. He worked it eagerly and skillfully over her hot tit. As the passions mounted, he kept thrusting his tongue ever more quickly. He kept driving it convincingly forward, causing all kinds of electrical sparks to ignite within his lover.
"You're really good with your tongue movements," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey, keep your tongue going. Oh, I really like that. I really like the way your tongue is flipping. Keep it going over my breast. Ah, what nice action. That's beautiful action, sweetheart. You're so good with your tongue. Oh, keep up the hot clip. Keep on driving your tongue."
Once that Jim was satisfied with what he had accomplished over his lover's left breast, he removed his tongue. He then began to let it twist and turn over her right breast. He liked the idea of leaving a trail of his hot saliva on her tit. And as he kept on pressing his tongue against her firm, warm flesh, her body began tossing and turning more excitedly. She was enjoying every hot, spirited movement that his tongue was sending forth.
"Oh, you're really nice, honey, what a tongue you've got," she said. "You were so right. We were made for each other. Oh, send it into me, baby, keep on driving it."
He kept up his convincing movements, driving his tongue back and forth against her hot breast. The longer that his spirited movements continued, the better that he felt all over.
When Jim decided that he had received more than his share of kicks by letting his tongue maneuver against his lover's right tit, he removed it. He then reached down with both hands and let his fingers clutch against her panties.
"I want to take your panties off," he said. "Oh, yeah, honey. I want to get you completely nude. That's the only way to fly, baby. We're gonna plunge our tongues against each other."
When Jim finished sliding his lover's panties down her legs, he got set for some more' vigorous action.
He surprised Sheri by slipping his tongue forward, allowing it to collide with her anus. He flipped it back and forth with appreciative skill, allowing it to surge and stab inside her anus.
"Suck out my asshole," she called out. "Oh, what beautiful movements, my dear. Keep on sliding your tongue, baby. Oh, what stabs against my asshole."
Sheri's anus burned with desire as Jim kept up his devastating pace, allowing his surging tongue to make steady contact with her asshole.
The faster that her buttocks twisted in response to his speedy movements, the more excited that he became. It made him feel good to know that his lover was reacting sharply to every hot tongue thrust that he was providing.
"Keep sucking out my asshole," she called out, "oh, yes, my lover. You're so good, sweetheart. Keep driving your tongue, darling. Oh, yeah, baby. That's good, lover. Keep it up."
With great precision, Jim kept on sending his stirring stabs high into his lover's asshole. Even though he was getting carried away under the excitement of his spirited movements, Jim wasn't about to let himself go too far. He was extra eager to supply her with the right kinds of movements. If he worked his tongue too quickly, he reasoned, then that would be overdoing a good thing. He wanted to maintain control of the scene, to twist and maneuver his tongue against her asshole until he felt it was time to move on to another type of action.
Jim kept up his stabs for several more action-packed minutes. When he finally turned his tongue loose from her hot asshole, he looked forward to maneuvering his tongue against her pussy.
"I'll tell you what, honey," he said, after completing the ass suck. "I want to suck your cunt now. I'd sure dig it if you would work your tongue around my cock at the same time."
"Oh, yeah, then what you want is a beautiful sixty-nine job."
"That's my favorite number," he laughed. "I'd be satisfied if we would win all our games by sixty-nine points, and then after that if I could just suck on a gal's cunt while she's sucking on my prick. That would be the beautiful life."
"Well, you didn't win this game by sixty-nine points. But you did win. And it looks like you're gonna score sixty-nine right now."
"I'm looking forward to it, sweetheart."
"Come on, baby, let's really go to work on each other."
She lay on her back, her body tingling, awaiting her lover's next few movements.
Jim climbed on top of her, letting his tongue come to rest just a few inches away from her hot, invigorated pussy.
"Let's slide our tongues around," he said. "I'm gonna start with your snatch. I wish you'd start with my balls. When my body starts flaring up and flipping back and forth, then you can go on and start licking my dick."
"I suppose that's fair enough."
"Sure it is, sweetheart. Let's really get roll mg.
"Oh, yes, this is gonna be so good."
"There's nothing like a delicious fuck."
She lay back and smiled as she experienced the first few pussy sucks that Jim provided. He moved his tongue devastatingly forward, allowing it to sink deep inside her passion pit.
"Ah, this is good," she sighed. "Yes, baby. I'll get my tongue working on your balls."
She looked up at his hot buttocks, which were twisting back and forth just above her head. At that point Sheri decided that she ought to get her tongue working, so she let it begin to slide around her lover's balls.
His buttocks, which were moving quickly before, began to slide more vigorously than ever as she kept on thrusting her tongue around his testicles.
"Let's keep the action going," Jim sighed, removing his tongue from her mound briefly. "Just a few more strokes at the most, then I want you to work your tongue over my cock."
Sheri followed Jim's instructions to the letter. After a few more forceful tongue stabs around his testicles, she switched her activity to his hard cock. She began to slide her tongue eagerly up and down his hard dick.
As Jim received the hot, jolting tongue stabs, he began to work his tongue around her pussy more convincingly than ever. He let his tongue stab and dig ever so deeply into her mound. He kept grinding away, sending his surging tongue forward, allowing it to move with great satisfaction against her snatch.
CHAPTER 6
The longer and faster that Jim's spinning tongue kept on sliding inside his lover's pussy, the closer that he realized he was pushing Sheri toward a devastating climax. He finally got her to the point where her body began to twist so relentlessly that he knew she was about to juice. He kept up his tongue assault, driving it forward, pushing it ever deeper into her gash. He could see that she was just about ready to explode her juices.
The juices finally shot from her mound and into his mouth. He collected every droplet with great determination, and removed his tongue from her pussy.
"I'm gonna go back and suck you again!" he said, "but I just wanted to say thanks for a great suck. Keep on working your tongue on my dick, honey. It isn't gonna be much longer before I spray my juices."
Jim went back to the pussy licking, driving his tongue quickly over Sheri's mound. As he worked his tongue, slicing it around her mound, she kept up her steady frontal assault on his cock. She drove her tongue up and down his aroused tool, letting her fingers slide over his balls while she did so.
He could feel himself becoming more and more worked up, pushing ever closer to the point wherein he would explode his juices.
A few moments later he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He was aware that the juices were going to spray and he was all set to experience the greatest sensations of the act.
Sheri was also set for another load. As the juices began to spray from her pussy, the hot white orgasmic liquid spilled out of the end of his long prick. Jim ignited a voluminous spray of juice. Sheri loved attacking the hot droplets as they shot from the end of his pecker.
She couldn't help but lose a few of them. After all, it was an extremely thick load. A few of the droplets rolled down the left side of her mouth, dripping down her chin, but she stuck with the rest of the load. She kept on gobbling, spiritedly collecting every solitary drop.
When she finished orgasming, Jim removed his tongue from her pussy.
"Finish up," he urged, "go ahead, baby. Go after every drop of this hot juice of mine. Eat me, lover. Oh, darling, you can do it. Swallow my hot stuff, sweetheart."
She gulped down the final few drops of his load, then withdrew her tongue. Jim was exceedingly proud of her.
The hot young man reached out and toyed with her buttocks. He clutched and pinched at them, then moved his fingers downward toward her thighs.
"I can't get enough of you," he sighed. "You did such a good job of fucking before, baby. We're gonna keep this beautiful action going. Oh, yes, darling. You know something, I've got to fuck you again. I really need it bad, baby. I need to drive my cock inside your mound. Yes, sweetheart. That's exactly what I need."
He reached out and toyed with his steamy cock, playing with it for several seconds. A few moments later, he recognized that he would have to let his juices shoot once more. But this time he wanted some good solid contact with his lover. He wanted to plunge his cock somewhere where neither one of them would be able to forget it.
"I want your hot asshole," he said. "How many times have you been fucked that way?"
"My God, I've never had it that way."
"You've never had a hot stiff pecker up your asshole?" he asked incredulously.
"That's right."
"My God, a beautiful asshole like yours, that's really something. You need it, baby. You're damned right you need it. So come on, baby. We're gonna get to work. I'm gonna plunge my prick inside your anus. I'm gonna really stab it hard, honey. Oh, yeah, you're really gonna get it. You're gonna get some beautiful stabs from me. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you. I'm gonna drive my prick into you until I juice."
"You're so horny, baby."
"Why shouldn't I be? Around a beautiful girl like you, what the heH. I really have to fuck you. I've got to drive my cock inside you, baby. Yeah, honey. I'm gonna really make some beautiful love to you, sweetheart. My cock is gonna plunge. You're damned right it's gonna plunge. Oh, right inside your asshole."
"But I'm afraid of that," she balked. "I don't know. One side of me says that I want it, but the other side says that I don't. I've never been fucked that way. You're gonna really hurt me."
"You'll get a little bit of a sting," he laughed, "but that's not gonna bother you that much. You'll be getting my long hot rod shoved all the way in there."
Jim proudly stroked his cock several times, then got set to unleash it inside her asshole. He reached out and grabbed her legs, tossing them over his shoulders.
Her thighs nervously trembled, and Jim decided he would do the best he could to steady her before slamming his cock into her asshole.
"Hang on a second, baby, you're really gonna get some nice grinding stabs," he promised. "Oh, yeah, sweetheart. You'll really enjoy those hot thrusting movements. I'm gonna fuck the ever-loving hell out of your asshole."
"Tell me all about it, baby."
"I'll do more than tell you. I'm gonna show you, sweetheart. I'm gonna use my cock like a knife. You'll love every bit of it. Oh, I'm gonna use it like a hot piston. It's gonna slide like hell inside your asshole. I'm gonna keep sending it sharply in your asshole, baby. Oh, yeah, lover. You're gonna dig every bit of it. Let's just keep it going."
The first time that Jim's hard cock made its initial penetration inside Sheri's asshole, she heaved a pained gasp.
"Oh, hell, that really hurts," she said.
"Hang in there, honey. Just for a little while. It'll only hurt for a little bit. You're gonna love it, baby. Oh, yeah, you're gonna love every stroke. Just let me keep on plunging it. I'm gonna keep driving it into your asshole. Oh, what sensations, baby. I really do dig this."
The longer that Jim kept on sharply stabbing his lover's asshole, the better that he began to feel. He kept up his resolute pumping, driving his cock forward with determination, plunging it spiritedly into her asshole.
"How do you like it now?" he gasped.
"It feels better," she sighed. "Oh, yes, baby. It really-feels good. You're really plunging your dick into me. Oh, honey, that feels so good."
"I knew you'd love it. The hotter the person is, the more the person likes it. This is such a hot, erotic screw. I knew that you'd dig it. I knew that there was no way you were gonna want to be without a fuck like this."
"Keep plunging me with it," she sighed.
"I will."
"Oh, you're denting my rectum with it," she exclaimed. "You really are. Oh, I can hardly believe that anybody could put this much effort into a fuck. What cock movements. Oh, you're doing it, baby. You're really sending it into me. Keep up the fucking. Oh, keep up your brisk pace. Keep driving your cock. Oh, you're really driving it forward. You're really sending me into a wild state of passion, baby. Keep on screwing me. Oh, keep drilling me with your hot dick. Keep it plunging inside my asshole."
As he kept up his spirited, relentless stabs, plunging his prick forward, Jim reached out and began to clutch at Sheri's buttocks. He pinched her ass cheeks sharply, keeping up his penetrating efforts, fucking her with everything that he had.
"Oh, I love your fuck," she said. "You're even hurting me when you pinch me, but I don't mind it. Anything that makes me feel this good I like. Keep your cock moving. Oh, keep up your attack. Keep it going inside my asshole. Ah, stab me with it, honey. Keep up those forceful stabs. Oh, drive your cock. Keep it sliding. Oh, honey, I love it"
He put all kinds of emphasis into his movements, flipping his hips back and forth as he ground his cock savagely and deeply into her asshole. He kept grinding it hard, sending it ever deeper into her anus. He was plunging his prick as effectively as he knew how, sending it deep into her asshole.
"Oh, I really want it now," he said, "baby, oh, I'm set to explode."
"Keep your fingers moving over my thighs. Oh, you're really pinching them. You're really giving me all kinds of movements. Keep fucking, darling. Oh, keep up the stabbing, baby. Keep your cock inside my asshole. Oh, I know that you're gonna explode."
With every effective dart and stab that he propelled forward, Jim felt the heat accelerating inside his balls. He could see that he could not withstand much more in the way of this kind of action without having to juice. A few strokes later, he knew, the hot white pecker juice would be escaping from his dick.
"Keep fucking," she said, "oh, pour your juices into my asshole, baby. I want it, oh, how I ever want it. Keep it going, sweetheart. Oh, drive it forward, honey. Yes, sweetheart. Oh, can you ever fuck. Keep up the fucking stabs. Drive it, honey."
He moved his fingers from her thighs to her back. He moved the fingers briskly up and down her back, enjoying every bit of firm contact with her warm skin. He felt inspired. Every time that he sent his cock forward he could see that he was that much closer to a brisk climax.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me," she begged. "My asshole is burning up and I love it. What forceful thrusts. Oh, can you fuck, lover. You really know how to plunge your dick into me. Oh, baby, keep it going."
He slapped his fingers against her back, enjoying every stroke that he was sending forward with his hot prick. He was using it like a ramrod, letting it drive forward with steely desire and determination as he pushed himself that much more closely to a hot, passionate climax.
"Just wait a few more seconds," he said, "that's all you're gonna have to do, my dear. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna be shooting, baby. I'm just about ready to juice. Yes, honey, oh, what passion."
Her hips flounced back and forth energetically. She wanted to do everything she could to supply her lover with the spirited sensations that he needed.
"Oh, there I go," he said. "You feel it, baby, the juices are starting to shoot, do you feel them?"
"Pour them into my asshole," she sighed. "Oh, I need that hot stuff, baby. Yes, lover, oh, let it shoot out of there. Let it all hang out, sweetheart. Oh, what a screw."
The burning white orgasmic liquid continued to spray from the end of his hot pecker. He was proud of himself. It was one of the best screws he had ever provided for anybody.
"Oh, what an asshole you've got," he sighed. "It's a beautiful ass, baby. I love fucking it. Oh, do I ever love screwing you, baby. Yes, what great fucking. Oh, honey, we really did it."
When he removed his cock from Sheri's asshole, he reached out and toyed with her buttocks. He slapped at her ass cheeks and laughed loudly.
"We really did it," he said. "There's nothing like the kind of fuck we just enjoyed."
"I never thought I'd like that. I never dreamed that I would like it having my asshole fucked by a guy's cock."
"The more you let yourself go, the more fun you have," he exclaimed.
"I guess you're right about that," she laughed. "You're something, baby."
"So are you."
Blissfully they kissed.
Jim felt as if he had accomplished quite a bit for one evening. He had first of all led his football team to victory. Then, after the game, he had scored another great triumph, talking lovely young Sheri into having sex with him.
CHAPTER 7
As Jim and Sheri lay stretched out on the bed, relaxing after completing their sex there was a knock on the door.
Sheri looked up startledly. Jim remained calm.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It's Grace. How about letting me come in?"
"Come on in, Grace," Jim laughed.
Sheri looked at Jim strangely. She wondered why he would be allowing Grace to come into the room.
Grace Bailey was a beautiful, blonde-haired cheer leader of seventeen. She had a reputation of being very wild. Her popularity with boys was the same as Sheri's. They were two of the most popular girls in school.
Grace wore nothing other than her panties and bra.
"Have you been fucking elsewhere?" Jim asked laughingly.
"Oh, no, I've been saving it for you guys," she chuckled.
Sheri was startled to observe Grace staring at her.
"You sure are built, honey," she said.
"I'll tell you what," Jim said, getting up slowly from the bed. "I need a breather. How about you taking over with Sheri?"
"Just what I was about to suggest," Grace smiled.
"What's this all about?" Sheri asked.
"I want you, baby," Grace admitted. "As a matter-of-fact, I've wanted you for a long time. I might just as well be honest about it."
"Hang on now. This isn't my kind of action."
"Yes, it is," Jim said. "It involves a lot of excitement. This girl is really wild when she gets going. Just give her half a chance and you'll enjoy every bit of it."
"I don't know. I've never gone this lesbian route before."
"It's certainly time that you started," Grace teased. "After all, you shouldn't make admissions like that. It makes you sound like you haven't been around, baby."
"It just depends on what you mean by being around. I don't necessarily call that being around."
"But any sophisticated person would, darling. Just wait. Once I start providing you with sensations, you're not gonna want me to stop."
"You're awfully confident about yourself."
"I have reason to be."
"Yes, she does," Jim acknowledged with a vigorous nod.
Both Sheri and Jim watched closely as Grace stood beside the bed. She quickly peeled off her bra, then reached down and began to tug at her panties. She pulled them ever so smoothly down her legs, then looked at Sheri and smiled.
"Do you like my blonde pussy hairs?" she asked, showing off her snatch as she wiggled her body seductively.
"I dig guys too much to think about girls."
"You give this girl a thought and you're gonna dig her more than a lot of guys," Jim laughed. "Who knows. You might even dig her more than me."
At that point Grace eased her body into bed. She looked over at Sheri, eyeing her with great hunger. She reached out with the fingers of both hands, allowing them to manipulate around Sheri's breasts.
"You've got nice tits," she said. "I've got just the finger movements to excite you, darling."
Although Sheri was doing her best to fight what was happening, she discovered that she couldn't. Even though she wanted to tell Grace to stop, or even to pull Grace's hands away from her body, she discovered she was enjoying the steady finger movements that the blonde girl was supplying too much to do anything like that.
Grace kept up her brisk routine, allowing her fingers to move with beauty and grace over every crevice of her warm breast flesh. Sheri discovered that Grace had every bit as good finger technique as did Ken, Jim, or any other man who had ever run his fingers over her tits.
Busily Grace kept up her movements. She increased her pace, letting the fingers manipulate with great speed and dexterity over her smooth skin.
"I love that creamy skin," Grace said soothingly. "Oh, yes, honey. It feels so nice. I really love giving you these movements. Ah, my fingers feel real good. They're made to order for your tits. I know you love that, honey. You can't but help loving it when I do this to you."
Back and forth the fingers continued to curl, making their way with great passion and desire over Sheri's tits.
When Grace finally released her fingers from Sheri's tits, it was to put her tongue to work on her breasts. She dropped her head down between Sheri's boobs, allowing her tongue to move up and down the shadowy valley which rested between them.
"Go to work, Grace, show her she can enjoy it with you," Jim encouraged. "You know me. You know I enjoy watching two broads make it. I like that almost as much as I do screwing them. Come on, Grace baby, really pour the old tongue to her. Give her lots of wild satisfaction."
As Grace kept up her stimulating pace, driving her tongue deep against Sheri's hot flesh, she reached out with her fingers and curled them around Grace's buttocks. Grace recalled what a good job Ken and Jim had done running their fingers over her ass cheeks. She had to admit that once again Grace had done exceptionally well. Her movements ranked favorably with those of her two male lovers.
When Grace figured that she had provided Sheri with enough thrills between her breasts, she opened up her tongue on Sheri's left tit. She manipulated it quickly, letting it slip and slide over the hot breast. After she finished up on the left breast, she maneuvered her tongue over toward the right, supplying the same brisk tongue stabs.
All the "while, Sheri was being won over. She was being converted to the cause as a result of the quick, probing, enthusiastic movements that were being generated by Grace. She felt every hot stab that was being directed her way, and the longer that Grace applied her tongue to Sheri's boobs, the more freely Sheri began to manipulate her body.
At first Sheri's body had remained frozen. She had been fearful about what was going on. Also, she had not wanted to demonstrate to Grace and Jim that she could be positively influenced by such movements as provided by another woman.
Now Sheri was taking off the wraps. She decided that she could fully enjoy every movement that Grace asserted, and in that vein, she could let herself go. She could at least admit that she was enjoying the movements.
Her body began to slip back and forth, sliding eagerly as she responded to the hot tongue stabs that Grace would supply.
Grace would enthusiastically suck her left breast, then move over to her right, after which she would repeat the same dramatic process. All the while Sheri was becoming more and more entranced by Grace's tongue efforts. She couldn't seem to get enough of this beautiful young girl, who, at seventeen, appeared to possess a whole lot more in the way of worldly sophistication than she did. Whereas Sheri had had a lot of hang-ups until just recently, Grace had been going her merry way, taking her sexual kicks wherever she could find them.
"You're liking it now," Jim said. "Admit it, Sheri baby. You really dig her tongue. You'd be crazy if you didn't."
"It sure as hell itches," Sheri nodded. "Oh, yeah, she really does know how to move her tongue. She's giving me beautiful sensations. I can't get over it. What great tongue stabs."
"I told you she was great."
"You're absolutely right."
When Grace decided that she needed to come up for air, she released her tongue from Sheri's breast. It was beginning to get a little tired from all the hot, sustained licking that she had done around both of Sheri's breasts.
Sheri's lover, Grace, reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to slide downward toward Sheri's left thigh. She squeezed the thigh, then fondled it, watching in admiration as Sheri's body began to shake.
"I told you, you'd dig it," Grace said. "No girl can resist me. At least no girl who has as much charm as you have. Or is as oversexed as you are. You're damned right you're gonna enjoy it, honey. You know that you are."
"Your fingers are like magic. So is your tongue."
"Of course, baby. I dig what I'm doing. I really enjoy hot, brisk sex. But the partner makes all the difference in the world. If the partner's beautiful, then I get turned on. I wouldn't think of making it with an ugly chick or an ugly guy. It has to be somebody I'm really wild about."
"You've got every reason to be wild about Sheri," Jim told her. "After all, she's one of the most gorgeous chicks I've ever seen." "Of course she is. And so am I," Grace said.
"I know you are. One thing about it, dearie. Nobody could ever accuse you of having too much humility."
"I'm just honest about things," Grace laughed. "I'm beautiful and I know it."
Jim continued to watch the unfolding action. He observed Grace continuing to probe her lover's thigh with her fingers. After she had unleashed her fingers for a few minutes, she began to move them toward Sheri's pussy.
"Ah, you're closing in on Sheri's snatch," Jim said. "You're really gonna love that, Sheri. Just wait until she starts running her fingers over your mound. You're gonna get so wild you're not gonna know what to do. And your body's gonna be spinning around like crazy. You'd better believe it, baby."
"Go ahead, honey," Sheri exclaimed loudly. "Use your fingers over my mound. You're so beautiful, honey. Yeah, you can get me excited. Play with my pussy. Get me agitated, darling. You can really get me hot and bothered if you play your cards right"
"That's exactly what I intend to do," Grace said. "Just lie back there and relax, honey."
Grace began to probe Sheri's mound. She began slowly, then started to step up the pace. She worked her fingers with supreme enthusiasm, allowing them to dig deep inside Sheri's hot love pit.
"How do you like that?" Grace asked.
"Oh, I really feel the itch," Sheri said.
Sheri's body began to flip back and forth, just as had been prophesied. She began moving it uncontrollably. She thought about what Jim said. He usually was right. He had predicted that she would get turned on by gorgeous young Grace and that's exactly what was happening.
"Oh, move your fingers even faster," Sheri begged. "I like the way your fingers are moving, darling. They're really turning me on. Oh, what excitement I'm getting. Keep moving those hot fingers. Keep sliding them over my snatch. Oh, that's nice. Is it ever beautiful, baby. Yeah, I want it, darling. Come on, baby, work your fingers over my mound."
Busily she kept at her pace, driving her fingers ever forward, probing excitedly as she moved her fingers around Sheri's mound.
At one brisk point in time, she removed her fingers. She looked down at her lover's pussy.
"You're getting very moist there," she said.
"Yeah, you can go back. You can give me some more of that kind of action," Sheri told her.
"Listen, honey. I'll do it, but I want you to work your fingers around my mound at the same time. Is that fair enough?"
"That does sound groovy."
"All right, you're gonna really be surprised at how good it's gonna feel to be giving and getting at the same time. Now let's just work our fingers quickly, baby. Let's let nature take its own course."
Intrigued at the prospect of exciting Grace while she was being excited, Sheri reached out with her right hand. She allowed her fingers to work inside the beautiful girl's pussy.
Back and forth the girls began to exchange vigorous finger movements. They started slowly, but soon they were working their fingers at top speed, providing each other with all kinds of wild sensations.
It was Grace who was setting the pace. She started out at a slow clip, then gradually began to accelerate. Soon she was working her fingers at top speed, probing enthusiastically, working her fingers for all she was worth.
"Ah, what sensations," Sheri said, "that really feels good, darling. I love those movements."
"Let's keep supplying them for each other."
"Oh, yes."
"It does feel great, doesn't it?"
"It's absolutely beautiful."
Jim watched with a broad grin on his face. It made him feel good to know that Sheri was loosening up some more. He liked seeing her inhibitions drift into the wilderness.
"Come on, Grace, work her over with your fingers," Jim said.
"I'm gonna do even more than that," Grace exclaimed.
Grace finally brought her fingers to a halt. She looked over at Sheri and exclaimed: "I'm gonna go down on you."
"Wow, that does sound exciting."
"I'm gonna really work my tongue inside your mound, baby. I'm gonna drive it good and hard. Are you with me?"
"Oh, yes. You can make with that scene. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like it."
Grace looked over at Jim and smiled. He nodded knowingly. He knew what was on Grace's mind.
CHAPTER 8
Before Grace initiated the sucking action, she reached out and delivered a solid kiss to Sheri's lips. Sheri's body trembled as she received the hot lip stabs from her lover.
When Grace removed her lips, she decided that it was time to put her tongue to work. So she slipped it inside Sheri's mouth. Together the girls made wild music as their tongues darted against one another.
As they Frenched and as their bodies shook, Grace directed her breasts forward. She allowed her hot tits to make devastating contact against Sheri's breasts.
Back and forth the breasts convincingly stabbed, driving against one another. When Grace removed her tongue from Sheri's mouth, she looked at her and smiled.
"We're gonna do it sixty-nine style," she said.
"Gosh. I've never done anything like that before. Come on now. Just let me watch."
"Nothing doing," Grace laughed. "You've been watching for long enough. It's time for you to get your tongue to work on my pussy."
"She's absolutely right," Jim exclaimed. "Go ahead, baby. You give Grace a workout. She's gonna do the same thing for you. You girls are just gonna go wild eating each other out."
"You can wait for a few strokes," Grace said. "You watch how I do it, baby. Just relax and get the feel of it. Then I want you to start sucking me. We'll have ourselves a great time, baby. You know you want it from me. You want it real bad. Well, I want it from you, too. We can both be very happy."
Sheri watched as Grace slipped her head down between her legs. She began to stroke ever so slowly, letting her tongue wind with snake-like efficiency around her mound.
The first few times that Grace applied her tongue to Sheri's pussy, her body twisted and turned. She didn't get over how much she was affected by the slow, soft, gentle teasing strokes that Grace was supplying.
While Grace's tongue continued to work its way around Sheri's mound, she reached out with her right index finger and allowed it to probe inside Sheri's asshole. She let her finger plunge eagerly. As it kept working its way around her lover's anus, Grace kept up the sucking pace.
"It's time for you to get your tongue to work now," Jim said. "You've been watching Grace. You know enough about how it's done. Let's get started, dearie."
Suddenly Sheri decided that she did owe Grace a debt of obligation. After all, Grace had been doing an awful lot for her. She had pushed her to the very brink of orgasm. So now it was time for her to reciprocate. She ought to get her tongue working inside Grace's mound.
She slipped her tongue forward ever so cautiously, then began to apply herself. She worked her tongue at the same pace that Grace was utilizing. It was a slow but thorough pace, but one that was sustaining itself on a regular basis.
The longer that Grace kept up her activity, the brisker that the movements became. As she slipped her tongue ever deeper into Sheri's love pit, Sheri got that much more excited. The greater the degree of excitement that reigned within Sheri's body, the more swiftly she began to work her tongue inside Grace's box.
Like Grace, Sheri developed an urge to probe with her finger inside Grace's anus. So she slipped her finger forward, allowing it to project itself inside Grace's asshole.
As the girls worked their tongues back and forth, enjoying every devastating movement, they found themselves moving that much closer to an enthusiastic climax.
Their bodies kept twisting and sliding, and all the while they were moving ever more eagerly toward orgasm.
Grace was so turned on by Sheri that she found herself unable to hold out any longer. Suddenly the juices began to shoot from her mound and into Sheri's mouth.
Sheri gulped for all she was worth, continuing to probe her finger inside Grace's anus while she was swallowing the juices.
When Sheri swallowed the last few drops of Grace's juice, she could see that she, too, was about ready to juice.
As Grace continued to plunge her finger high inside Sheri's mound, the beautiful brown-haired girl could feel the first few drops of pussy juice shooting from her.
Her whole body came unglued. She began to tremble wildly as the hot juices began to shoot from her snatch.
"Oh, eat me," Sheri said, "go ahead, baby. I did a good job on you. You can do a nice job on me. Oh, I love those nifty movements, baby. Yes, darling, I really want it. Come on, honey, keep your tongue working. Oh, it feels so good. It feels so great to be expelling these juices. What a wonderful feeling, my dear. Ohhh, ahhh, honey, this is to good."
Grace turned her tongue loose from Sheri's mound. She looked at her and exclaimed:
"You see. You thought it was going to be terrible, but it wasn't, was it?"
"It was wonderful."
"Certainly it was. I knew you'd like it once you gave it half a chance."
"That's exactly what I said," Jim nodded.
"You two sure are cards," Sheri laughed. "You got me going all right."
"Now that we have each other going, I don't want to stop," Grace said. "We're too excited. I want your body again, darling."
"What do you want to do now?" Sheri asked.
"She'll always think of something for an encore," Jim said. "You just watch her."
Grace looked over at Sheri. She reached out with her right hand and began to probe Sheri's mound once more.
"Oh, does that ever tickle," Sheri said. "I get so many tingles from your fingers."
When Grace suddenly removed her fingers from Sheri's mound, Sheri decided to find out what was going to happen next.
"Why did you do that? What are you gonna do now?" Sheri asked.
"I'm gonna run my pussy against yours."
"You're gonna what?"
"We're gonna create our own body friction," Grace said. "Here's what's gonna happen, my dear. I'm gonna get on top of you and then I'm gonna wiggle my body in such a way that my cunt is right next to yours. We're gonna keep up those beautiful movements until we both juice."
"That sounds interesting. As a matter-of-fact, it sounds very different," Sheri said.
"It's all different, darling, when you don't understand what it's all about," she said. "But you're learning. You're learning very fast. You stick with me and there's nothing about this that you won't know."
"That's for damned sure," Jim laughed.
He watched as Grace climbed on top of Sheri's body. She wiggled her flaring hips, then let her pussy ease downward toward Sheri's.
Together the girls began to make their own style of hot friction. It was Grace who assumed the early initiative, but Sheri quickly fell into line.
As Grace flipped her body back and forth. Sheri could feel the hot, exciting action.
Back and forth their bodies wiggled. Grace kept on flipping her hips, enthusiastically moving ever closer toward climax.
"Oh, do I ever itch," Sheri exclaimed. "That really feels good, .honey. Oh, yes, love. I really love what's happening. Go ahead, baby, let's keep going."
Grace reached out and, with both hands, clutched at Sheri's buttocks. She held onto her ass cheeks ever so convincingly, holding them firmly in her fingers as she kept on sliding her body over her lover's.
Back and forth they kept up their consistent pace. Grace could see that she was moving that much closer to climax.
"I'm getting set to juice," she said. "How about you, darling?"
"Oh, yes, honey. So am I. I really feel the itch. Oh, this is so beautiful. I really love these movements."
"You're damned right. We both do."
"Go to it, girls," Jim chuckled. "I really dig watching you two. You're really going at it.
Boy, this is damned exciting. I enjoy watching every second of it."
Grace reached out and fingered Sheri's buttocks more firmly than ever. She could tell that she was only a few seconds removed from the act of orgasm.
"Oh, there I go," Grace said. "I'm shooting, honey. I can't take any more of this exciting action. It's just too much. Oh, yeah, oh, I'm shooting."
"I can feel it," Sheri gasped. "I can't take much more either. Yes, honey, oh, I like it when you juice. I've got to juice, too. Ah, there I go."
Sheri's body flared upward. At that point the orgasmic liquids began to spray from her highly aroused pussy.
"This is great, oh, it couldn't be better," Sheri said. "You're right. The excitement is too much. Oh, this is fun. Is this ever great"
"Yes, honey. Oh, yeah, we really do it together."
"You two make quite a pair," Jim exclaimed. "I really like the way you roll your beautiful bodies."
"It's easy when you've got somebody this beautiful," Grace pointed toward Sheri.
Sheri had a proud look on her face. She not only felt good. She felt relieved. At first she had been extremely fearful about the act of getting involved with another girl. But now she could see that it was just a case of receiving sensation.
"I'm starting to feel a little tired now," .Sheri said. "Look at all the thrills I got."
"It's no wonder," Jim said. "You two gals have really been going at it. And before that, Sheri baby, you had me. So I guess it's a simple thing to understand."
"Oh, yes, sweetheart," Sheri chuckled. "I really let myself go. I had myself one hell of a blast. I don't need to take a back seat to anybody when it comes to this kind of wild action."
"That's what I was trying to tell you," Grace said. "You don't need to take a back seat. You just needed to learn the ropes. Now that you've wised up, it's a whole different story, isn't it?"
"Anything would be different after your tongue got through doing its job," she smiled.
"I guess that's as good a way to put it as any," Jim said. "You two gals are sex maniacs. I ought to know because I'm one myself."
"You'd better bet your sweet ass you are," Grace grinned. "You've stuck your dick inside me often enough."
"I have a hunch he's stuck his dick in a lot of choice mounds," Sheri said.
"I could give you gals a running account, but I'm not gonna," Jim said. "When it comes to the pussies I've scored on, I kind of keep that to myself."
"Yes, ifs very much a secret," Grace laughed. "Unless you're drunk, that is."
"I never get too drunk that I'd reveal too much," he smiled.
"I guess not," Grace said. "After all, you're a pretty shrewd boy. You know what it's all about, especially in the bedroom."
"As far as I'm concerned, that's about the only place that counts," ,he laughed.
"How about the gridiron, Mr. Football Star?" Sheri asked.
"Well, I guess that counts, too. But compared to going to bed, it's way down in second place."
The girls looked at each other and burst into laughter. Sheri couldn't help but feel happy and relieved at the way things were going.
She had wondered at one point if she wasn't just a little too inhibited for her own good. Now she had come to the conclusion that she was. She was letting herself go now more than ever, and the enjoyment was greater than ever as well.
"I guess I've got to thank you two for really making me see the light," Sheri said.
"You saw it yourself," Grace exclaimed. "Remember, all I could do was try."
"But trying with you will always be good enough," Jim reminded her. "After all, you're such a sexy chick. You're irresistible."
"Of course,, you're prejudiced," Grace said. "After all, you've had me many times."
CHAPTER 9
A few days later, Sheri decided to visit her lover Ken in the hospital. She was taken to his room. She closed the door, walking inside and sitting down on a chair next to the bed.
Ken was asleep as she arrived in the room.
"Ken, how are you?" she asked softly, awakening him.
He blinked his eyes open, quickly recognizing his lover Sheri. His face broke into a broad grin.
"Oh, honey, am I ever happy to see you," he said.
"Baby, how are you feeling?"
"Damned bored, up until now. But ifs sure nice to see you."
"How's your knee?"
"It hurt like hell for a while, but it's getting better."
"Did you have it operated on?"
"Yeah, but like I said. Ifs starting to get a little better."
"I'll just stay for a little while. I know that you need your rest."
"Listen, baby. As far as I'm concerned, you can stay for good. As a matter-of-fact, I'd let you move in here with me any time."
"Come on now. This hospital does have its rules and regulations."
"I'm just saying that if I had my way, honey, that's how I'd handle things."
"You really are something."
"Snuggle up close to me, baby. Sit on the edge of the bed."
"You've got to be crazy."
"I am. Crazy in love."
"But you're a sick guy."
"Hell, I hurt my knee playing football. Let's not exaggerate. I'm gonna be okay, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about me."
"But, honey, you've got to get your rest. I want you to get well. I want your knee to heal. I want you to be completely recovered."
"I'll tell ya. The best way for me to recover," he laughed, "is for me to get my morale perked up. You can help there. Come on and kiss me, honey."
When she observed the expression on her lover's face, beautiful Sheri decided that she couldn't turn him down. She sat down on the edge of the bed.
As Sheri sat there, watching Ken pensively, he reached out and grabbed her.
"Ken, you'll reinjure that knee," she warned. "You don't want to get involved in any vigorous exercise."
"But that's just what I need," he sighed. "I know just what I need, honey. I need you, baby."
He kissed her lips solidly, throwing his arms around her. He clutched her body ever so sharply, not wanting to let her go.
Ken had thought about his lover for quite a bit. During those long, boring hours alone in his room, he had desired to see her. Now she was there, sitting near him.
"Now what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm gonna take these damn pajamas off," he exclaimed. "I want some action, baby."
"You're crazy."
"Oh, no, darling. I just want you, sweet heart. If that's being crazy, I'll plead guilty."
He pulled off his pajamas.
"I've got to watch myself," he said. "Can't reinjure that damn knee."
"That's just what I was thinking," Sheri exclaimed.
"But there are things we can do," he said. "I don't have to move my knee around, darling, in order for you to suck my cock."
"I see what you're driving at."
"Come on, baby. Have a look at this."
He reached out and began to tug at his long, hard prick.
"You sure have a horny prick," she said.
"You don't know what it's like for a vigorous guy like me who's so used to having sex just lying around here. It means one hell of a lot for me to get some satisfaction, darling. Come on, baby, I want you to work on this prick. Play with it."
Once again Sheri found it impossible to turn her lover down. Even though she was afraid that he might somehow reinjure his knee during the act of intercourse, she wasn't about to say no to him. She reached out with her right hand and began to finger the tip of his long dick.
"Now you're really doing it," he laughed. "I really love these movements, honey. Go ahead, sweetheart. Move your fingers over the tip of my cock."
She effectively maneuvered her fingers first along the tip of her lover's cock, then up and down the entire length of it. She was manipulating her fingers rapidly, pumping up and down, enjoying the smooth strokes that she was providing for him.
"You can really let yourself go now," he said, "finger my cock, baby. Finger my balls. Use both hands, darling. Go ahead, sweetheart. Let's really drive those fingers. Let's keep up the beautiful contact."
While one hand circulated up and down Ken's cock, the fingers of the other hand went to work on his balls. The hot, brisk movements continued at a flourishing pace.
"Now you're really getting me agitated," Ken laughed. "Oh, yeah, honey. This is what I really needed. You're doing a beautiful job of it. Keep your fingers going, honey. Keep sliding them, baby. Oh, yes. I want you to slide those fingers over my dick. Slide them over my cock, slide them over my balls. Oh, I love it, I really love it. I love every bit of it. I like your finger work, sweetheart."
But Ken wasn't about to be satisfied for long. Even though he desired the brisk finger movement that his lover was supplying, he wanted other action besides.
"Turn loose of my cock," he finally said.
"Don't you enjoy what I'm doing?"
"Yeah, but I want another surprise. I want you to suck out my ass. Are you ready to rim me, honey?"
As Sheri looked over at Ken, she once more discovered how much she wanted him. She slipped her head down between his legs, then permitted her tongue to begin to slide inside his anus.
"Suck my ass," he said excitedly. "That's it, honey. Oh, I know that you love that action, baby. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, come on, slide your tongue in my asshole. Rim me, sweetheart. Suck ass, baby. Drive your tongue. Oh, what beautiful movements. I really love this action."
The encouragement that Sheri received made her more determined to give Ken the best rim job possible. She felt a little guilty for having had the wild sex at the party with Jim and Grace. Of course, she recognized she couldn't blame herself too much. She had gotten carried away, and Ken was in the hospital, unable to have any sex with her at that point.
So she was doing her best to make things up to him right then and there. She kept driving her hot tongue high into his anus, putting every bit of constructive energy to work that she possessed.
"Slide your tongue in my asshole," he said impatiently. "Keep twisting that beautiful tongue of yours, baby. Go ahead, darling. Drive fast, sweetheart. Oh, darling, come on."
A few strokes later, Ken got so carried away that he needed some additional action.
"While you're sucking my asshole, reach out and run your fingers over my cock and balls," he said urgently. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's do it. Finger my cock, oh, finger my balls. Give me plenty of that beautiful satisfaction. Drive your fingers, darling. Oh, yeah, honey. Oh, yeah, baby. Do it for me, sweetheart. Come on, manipulate your fingers. Work them quickly. Oh, yeah, come on and work them, sweetheart."
Sheri's fingers were quick to the task. She reached out with her right hand, letting her trembling fingers begin to pump up and down his long surging pecker.
While the right hand was moving with dazzling precision and energy over her lover's cock, she reached out with her left hand and provided him with some finger sensations against his balls.
It made her feel so alive and happy to suck his asshole and finger his cock and balls at the same time. Her only worry was that he not get ao excited that he twist his knee once more.
"Keep going, honey, a few more hot ass licks," Ken said. "Drive that tongue of yours all the way up into my rectum. Come on, honey, tongue my asshole. You're doing it, baby. Oh, that's so good. Your tongue is driving, sweetheart. Keep pumping it into my ass. Ah, what an ass licker you are. You're a pretty talented asshole licker, baby. You're so good at it."
A few effective strokes later, Sheri removed her tongue from Ken's asshole. She could see that he was set to move on to the next stage of the action. She didn't want to take any chances of his orgasming prematurely, without the opportunity of shooting his juices into her mouth.
"Yeah, your timing's good," Ken agreed. "Go ahead, baby, put your tongue to work against my balls. Really run your tongue against my testicles. And run both your fingers up and down my long cock."
"I think that can be arranged."
"Let's hope so. After all, I'm a very horny man."
"I'll get rolling right away, sweetheart."
"Right on."
Ken settled back, preparing to enjoy some more beautiful stabs. Sheri reached out and let her tongue slide over his testicles. As she maneuvered it quickly over his hot balls, she reached out with both hands and ran them up and down his long prick.
"Oh, you're really giving me the two-way action now," he laughed. "You're doing a great job of fingering my balls, honey. You're doing beautifully, sweetheart. Step up your pace. Oh, suck my balls. Work your tongue over my testicles. Drive your tongue quickly.
Sheri wasn't about to relax at that point in time. She was much too hot, far too determined to receive every solitary benefit from her lover's cock. She could hardly wait for the hot, spraying juices to spill eagerly and voluminously out of the end of her lover's long dick.
"Okay, you can switch to my cock now," Ken said. "As a matter-of-fact, baby, it's of absolute necessity. I need it, lover. Come on, drive your tongue, baby. Up and down my long pole. I need it, baby. Oh, drive your tongue, lover. Keep pumping it around my cock. What great action we're gonna have. It's go, sweetheart. Yes, let's really get moving."
She began to slide her tongue up and down the full length of Ken's aroused dick. She wasn't about to short-change his testicles, so she moved her fingers quickly and spryly over his balls, watching as they bulged.
"Keep going, oh, keep going," Ken encouraged. "You're doing it just right, sweetheart. I want you to keep working your tongue. Oh, keep manipulating it, lover. Drive it fast, honey. Oh, yeah, I want it, sweetheart, how I want it. Come on and suck my cock. Play with my balls, darling. This is the kind of action I really want. Oh, keep going, baby, yes, oh, how I need this."
His ass cheeks rotated back and forth as he lay there on the bed, heaving a loud sigh as he continued to get his cock sucked. The longer that she toyed with his testicles, the closer that Sheri recognized she had her lover to orgasm.
"Just a few more hot licks," he said. "Oh, bring that liquid out of me. Come on, lover, you can really cut loose. Grab my balls. Really clutch them."
Sheri had been toying with Ken's testicles. Now she recognized that the thing to do was to clutch them sharply. So she did that very thing. She clutched them and held on for dear life as she continued to suck, moving her lover ever closer to that last big fling, that final pre-orgasmic surge wherein the excitement would increase up to a certain level, right up to the point in which the juices would fly.
"Suck me," he called out loudly, "go ahead, baby. Oh, turn that tongue of yours loose, baby. I know you can do it. You're doing such a convincing job. Oh, keep sucking, baby. You know where if s at. Drive your tongue."
While Sheri was tenaciously clinging to Ken's balls, she tasted a few tiny droplets of sperm. She recognized that he was only supplying her with the first sample of the day. That would be followed in turn by a hot, spurting shot of semen that would fill her mouth with ecstatic delight.
"Get set, oh, I'm ready to fuck your mouth," Ken said. "I'm ready to spill the hot juices into you. Get ready, baby. Oh, yeah, you've got to eat it. You've got to eat every drop of my hot cock stuff. Go get it, my darling. Oh, yeah, you want it, you know you want it. Come on, honey, eat it. Oh, eat every drop of the stuff, sweetheart. Go after my hot load, honey. Just swallow and swallow hard."
Ken reached out and ran his fingers up and down Sheri's back. He began gasping loudly, recognizing that the point had arrived at which the juices would bolt effectively from the end of his cock.
His body began to quiver and soon the hot bolting spurts of jissum began to erupt from the end of his long throbbing prick.
"Eat me, oh, come on, gobble down every drop," Ken exclaimed. "Go get it, darling. Oh, yes, eat it, honey, you've got to eat it. Oh, go after it, darling. Swallow every drop of the stuff. You can do it, sweetheart. Yes, honey, oh, that's good. Yes, oh, it's bolting. Come on, swallow it all, baby. Swallow every drop of my juice. What a beautiful feeling. Oh, the sensations are great. Swallow, baby, you've got to swallow. Go after it all, baby. Ah, go ahead, darling, eat every drop. Oh, sweetheart, swallow the juices."
Ken's body kept twisting and turning, and Sheri became a little fearful that perhaps he would re-injure his knee in the process. But he didn't. Instead, he twisted from the hips, gasping and sighing as the sea of hot white lava kept on spilling out of the end of his cock and into his lover's mouth.
"That's just about it," he said along toward the end of the load. "Come on, sweetheart. Go after every drop of the stuff. Oh, baby, eat it, honey."
Sheri conscientiously stuck with every drop of hot goo that spilled from her lover's cock. She ate every bit of it, after which she released her tongue from his prick.
"That's what I call a first-rate cock suck," he laughed. "And I guess you know what got me that hot."
"You were horny to begin with."
"That's true, but I've got to give credit where it's due. I just loved the way that you sucked my asshole. You really did a beautiful job of that, my dear."
"I was glad to make you happy."
"You have, baby. But the act hasn't come to an end."
"It hasn't?"
"Oh, no, I want some more."
Sheri looked at Ken, wondering if he was leveling with her, or whether he was just kidding.
CHAPTER 10
Once again Ken became passionate. This time he delivered several solid lip kisses in rapid succession to Sheri's lips.
An aroused Sheri lay there, wondering what Ken was going to do next
"You'd better not fuck my mound," she said. "That'll be too strenuous for you, baby."
"Nothing's too strenuous for me."
"Maybe I'd better rephrase that. I mean that you might re-injure your knee. You know, with all those movements."
"Oh, that No, that's not what I'm thinking of doing, baby. I want to suck your pussy.
That's what I'm gonna do."
"That sounds fascinating."
"Sure it is. Get off your clothes, honey. Get them off quickly. My tongue can't wait very long. It's hanging out right now, you know."
"I'm not that surprised."
"Oh, no. I'm addicted to your pussy. I guess you ought to know that."
"Hang on, my impatient lad. I'll be with you in no time at all."
While Ken watched pensively from the edge of the bed, Sheri began to remove her clothes. She stood up next to the bed and unbuttoned her dress, pulling it over her head. After that it was just a matter of seconds before she tugged off her bra. As she began to slide her silky white panties down her legs, Ken got a look at her luscious legs. He then once more observed her beautiful sparkling mound. He longed to get his tongue into her snatch.
When she finished slipping off her panties, Sheri eased her body into bed. She stretched out on her back, then got set to receive Ken's first few tongue jolts.
"Since you gave me a great ass lick, I see no reason why I shouldn't return the favor," Ken said.
"Go ahead, darling. That will always get me excited."
"But before I do anything maybe I'd better play with your pussy."
"Do whatever you like. You'll get me excited, that's one thing for sure."
Ken reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to move slowly over Sheri's pussy. He moved his fingers with devastating conviction, seeking to draw Sheri out, to get her as excited as he could.
"Hey, that's real nice," she exclaimed. "Oh, your fingers are really working, my dear. Keep them going, lover. Oh, that's so good. Drive your fingers, baby. Oh, what hot action. Yes, honey. You've really got it Keep moving your fingers."
All the while Ken was providing her with devastating sensations, driving his fingers with effective precision over the course of her mound. He kept on driving his fingers quickly, moving briskly as he pushed her into more of an erotic state than ever.
"You're gonna have to start sucking me soon," she told him. "There's no other way, sweetheart Oh, I'm just plain too excited. Come on, honey, and suck my asshole. Come on and drive your tongue inside it. Suck ass, sweetheart, I really want you to suck ass."
Sheri's legs trembled eagerly as he got set to let his tongue roam. He thrust it inside her asshole, working back and forth with effective grace. The longer that he worked his tongue inside her anus, the warmer that her pussy felt
"Ah, you're gonna get a nice warm meal," Sheri promised. "My pussy is ready to explode, baby. I can't take much more of this kind of excitement. Oh, yeah, lover. This is just great. Keep the tongue twisting. Keep it twisting in my asshole."
Ken kept up his solid movements, devouring her asshole with his brisk tongue stabs, sustaining his pace for the next few minutes. When he finally removed his tongue from her asshole, he was set to deliver some devastating tongue movements inside her pussy.
Ken reached out with his left hand, allowing his fingers to probe Sheri's mound. As he worked the fingers with great precision, he recognized he was moving her that much closer to climax. He liked the way that her trim, beautiful hips swayed, and every time he got a look at her lovely sleek, ivory legs, he became that much more desirous of sinking his head between them and sucking her mound to climax.
"You've got to start sucking my pussy," she said. "A girl can only hold out for so long. You've given me so much in the way of preliminary movements, baby. Oh, yeah, come on, darling, and send your tongue into my pussy. Drive it fast, baby. Oh, yeah, honey. Come on, slip it into me, baby. Drive it fast, darling. Oh, baby, work it in there. Suck me, darling. Oh, come on, suck me."
"If you want it that much right now, then maybe I'd better remove my fingers from your snatch."
"Yes, you'd better. You'd better start switching the action. Come on, baby, oh, how I need it."
"I'd never want to deprive you of anything."
"That's good. You really understand my needs."
"We've got to stick together, honey. We're both looking for the same thing, a lot of passion."
"Just be careful. I don't want you hurting yourself."
"You sound worse than the nurses around here," he chuckled.
"Of course, you're not fucking them. At least I don't think you are."
"No, I'm not. None of them are groovy enough for me to fuck. Otherwise I probably would."
"That sounds just like you."
"Right now I sure want to suck you. Oh, you don't know how many nights I've sat awake dreaming of getting my cock off and of dreaming of sticking my tongue into your passion pit. Now I've got the chance. I'm gonna drive my tongue into your mound. It's gonna be such a beautiful action."
"Come on, baby. Drive your tongue into me. Oh, I need it, I need it bad."
For good measure, Ken played with his lover's mound for a few more seconds. Then he decided to deposit his tongue inside it.
With swift, steady determination, he moved his tongue forward, letting it connect with his lover's mound.
"Oh, I really want it," she said. "Come on, baby. Work your tongue over my mound. Oh, bring me off. You can do it, sweetheart. Drive your hot tongue. Keep it going inside my mound. Oh, I love those effective strokes. Suck my pussy. Go ahead, darling, drive your tongue. Oh, baby, honey, oh, I really dc want it. I want your tongue movements. Come on, collide your tongue with my pussy. Keep driving it, baby. Oh, I like what you're doing."
Her hips swung back and forth with great eagerness. She was in a state of great joy, happy to be getting every solid tongue stroke that her lover eagerly supplied.
"Keep up the action," she said. "Oh, this is so good. I just love the way that your tongue is working. Keep driving it, baby. Oh, yeah, lover. Keep stroking me."
While Ken's tongue eagerly wound around his lover's pussy, he reached out with his right hand and began to toy with her left ass cheek. He then took the other hand as well, manipulating them over both her hot buttocks as he kept on sliding his tongue inside her mound.
"Keep on sucking me," she called out, "oh, my dear, keep on grinding your tongue. Keep moving it inside my mound. Oh, honey, lover, work it, baby. Come on, honey. Keep sliding it. Oh, tongue my mound. Keep sucking my pussy. Drive your tongue, baby. Bring me off. Oh, I know you're gonna do it. You're gonna get me off. I'm gonna juice inside your mouth."
Her legs began to extend themselves, kicking out, moving back and forth as she received the steady, determined strokes on the part of Ken.
"Keep driving your tongue," she said. "Oh, I'm gonna be off pretty soon, darling. Just keep up your strokes. Drive your tongue, darling. Oh, you know how I dig it. I like it so much. Keep your tongue working. I've got to juice. Oh, I've just got to."
Ken's movements accelerated. He kept on allowing his tongue to spin and slide inside her pussy. The longer that he stroked, the quicker that his tongue worked inside her mound, the closer he realized he had her to a passionate, devastating climax.
"Ah, I'm just a few strokes away," she exclaimed. "Keep your sliding tongue going, baby. Oh, you've got me right where you want me. I couldn't be any happier. I couldn't be more excited."
While her buttocks eagerly spun back and forth, Ken clutched his fingers around them. He loved touching her ass cheeks sharply. All the while the hot, eager tongue efforts continued as his tongue kept on colliding with her mound. He knew that it was just about time for him to receive a deposit of hot juice inside his mouth.
"Just a few more sucks, oh, keep your tongue moving," she said. "Drive it, baby. Oh, a few more strokes. Keep stroking my mound. Oh, your tongue is on fire. So is my pussy. I've got to explode, baby. You're gonna eat every drop of the stuff. Oh, lover, yes, I'm there."
At that point the floodgates opened. The spurting pussy juices shot unrestrainedly into Ken's hot mouth.
He attacked her load with great desire, eagerly seeking to swallow every droplet that shot from her. He quickly finished the load, then withdrew his tongue from her snatch.
"That was what I call a good suck," he told her.
"I guess it was," she grinned.
"Now I'll be able to get a little rest. You see, the nurses have all been telling me to get some rest. How the hell can I get rested when I'm this horny."
"So I'm your tonic?"
"You sure are. Damned, but we had a great time of it. Now I feel a little better. Come around more often, sweetheart."
"I'd be afraid to now," she laughed. "If I came around more often, I'm afraid we'd get caught. Either that or you'd get sicker."
"Remember, I've only got a bum knee," he said. "But the rest of me is raring to go."
"Yes, I guess you proved that."
"You'd better believe it. And I'm ready to prove it any time in the future."
"You're some kind of guy."
"And you're some kind of woman," he grinned.
As Sheri began to put her clothes back on, Ken commenced to feel regretful. He didn't like the idea of her leaving him.
If Ken had had his way, Sheri would have stayed with him until it was time for him to leave the hospital. But he recognized that such a wish was impossible to grant. The hospital people would never stand for it.
As he watched her continue to dress, Ken couldn't help but think about what a lucky guy he was. It was great that he had somebody like Sheri who would come to visit him at the hospital, satisfying his sexual urges.
The only thing that he had been afraid about, and he wasn't even all that fearful of it, was that perhaps he would be caught with Sheri in a sex act. But he was willing to take even that risk. After all, he thought, when a guy is that hungry for sexual communication, he's willing to take just about any and every risk.
Sheri kissed his lips, then left the room.
CHAPTER 11
Gordy Demson was the six-six, two-hundred-and-fifty-pound starting tackle on the Varsity football team.
Huge and fearless, Gordy struck fear in the hearts of the opposition. Not only that, but he also struck a good deal of fear in the female populace of his high school. He had such a reputation for sexual uninhibitedness and unrestrained wildness that many girls were afraid to climb into bed with him.
One afternoon Sheri was sitting in the malt shop across the street from school. She was having a strawberry sundae as she observed Gordy Demson walk inside.
He got himself a banana split with several scoops of ice cream, then began to look around for an empty chair. When he spotted Sheri, his eyes lit up with instant recognition. He smiled, walking over toward her table.
"Anybody sitting there?" Gordy asked.
"No, nobody besides me," she said.
"So do you mind if I join you?"
"No, make yourself comfortable."
"I'll do that," he grinned, causing her to recognize that she had used the wrong figure of speech.
Gordy sat down and began eagerly gulping down his banana split.
"Damned, I'm a growing boy," he laughed. "You know, by the time I'm ready to play pro football, I'll probably be up around two-eighty or ninety."
"That's your desire, Gordy?"
"Hell, yes. I don't like all of this academic bullshit. I hate school. I hate the idea of going to work. But I like the idea of getting out on a football field and walloping the hell out of some guy across the line from me! That beats working for a living."
"But that's hard work," Sheri said. "I can see that it is in the games. Not only that, but when you get up into pro football, Gordy, you've got to figure the other guy is just about your size. You're bigger than practically anybody you go up against now. It'll be different when you get into the pro's."
"You know, I don't mind that," he chuckled. "With me I get my big thrill out of being king on the mountain. I've got me about five to eight yards that are all my own. I can battle like hell when I'm down there. And nobody's gonna arrest me. I just love hitting. It's like the old days. You know, the wild West. Or maybe the era of the Crusades. That's about the only subject I like. History. I can tell you a little bit about that."
"You'd better get a little more academically inclined," Sheri told him. "You've got to get into college."
"Look, I'm gonna do just well enough to sneak inside. That's all I care about."
"Doesn't your education mean anything to you?"
"Hell, no. I just want to get into a good college so that I can get some experience, then go into pro football. That's where the money is and I'm gonna have me one hell of a 'time. I'll get well known, just like some of these other big linemen that were college Ail-Americans. I'd like to be like Dick Butkus. I'd like to charge through lines and knock running backs down. I'd like to have everybody scared as hell of me."
"I guess you've got that right now around here!" Sheri laughed.
"I'd like it in the pro ranks. You know, that would really be something. To have these big running money backs. These fast sharp guys that can cut like crazy and run like hell. I'd love to have all of them scared of me."
"I think you've got some strange attitudes, Gordy."
"You'd probably think that, being a woman. You can't understand what makes a guy like me tick. But I dig it, honey. I love that game. I'm gonna stay with it. I've already got me quite a few offers to go to college. The only thing they're worried about is my grades. Well, I'll get them up enough so that I can qualify. That's really all I care about. Once I get my foot in the door, I'm gonna have myself one hell of a blast."
"I'll just bet that you will," she laughed.
She watched with amazement as Gordy finished off his huge banana split with several gulping bites. He reminded her of one of the old cave men. She could see him in pre-historic times, wielding a club.
Gordy finished the banana split and watched her leisurely complete her sundae.
As Sheri was just about to finish, he reached down with his right hand. He allowed his huge, hamy claw to clutch at her thigh.
"I've dug you for a long time," he said. "Damned, I'll look over at you on the sidelines and I'll get me a hard-on. You know that? I can't even watch you too much during the games. You'll throw off my concentration. Big as I am, I'd get my butt kicked if I lost my concentration. You've got to always stay one step ahead of that other guy. But I'll tell you, baby. You're absolutely gorgeous. I really like the looks of you. What do you say we go over to my place?"
"You believe in working awfully fast, don't you?"
"You're damned right. Why should a guy beat around the bush. That's just a lot of ridiculous bullshit. I want to fuck you and I'm not the least bit too shy to tell you. I want you, sweetheart. I really want to climb in bed with you and give you the screw of your life."
"That's quite a goal. I've had quite a few good screws lately."
"You're never gonna meet a wilder hunk of meat than me."
"You're very confident, but I have a hunch that you have something to back up what you're saying."
"You'd better believe that I do," he laughed. "Just give me half a chance."
His clawing fingers were beginning to hurt Sheri. She reflected momentarily, then decided upon on a course of action.
"I wish you'd take your fingers off of me," she said. "You're hurting me, you big lug."
Gordy removed his fingers, bursting into laughter.
"You know, I like your spirit," he said. "What do you say we take off, baby? My mother works, you know, and nobody is around the house now. Nobody will be there until five o'clock."
"But, Gordy, you've got football practice."
"So, I'll be a few minutes late," he shrugged. "Coach isn't gonna do anything to me. He knows damned well that we can't win the game Friday without me. There's no way he's gonna boot me off the team."
"But I'll have to miss a class. I've got one more class this afternoon."
"So what? I'll have to miss two. That's not gonna kill us. So we miss a few classes. Big deal."
"You sure are determined."
"I'm the kind of guy who is determined to get what he wants," Gordy told her. "I can see that."
"So will you go with me?"
"All right, I will," she smiled.
Sheri wondered if she might later regret her decision. She knew about Gordy's reputation, and based upon the way that he had clutched her knee with his huge fingers, she felt that the reputation was probably justified. But she was in a wild frame of mind. She decided that it would be a good idea to have some fun with this huge, bulking football lineman. After all, she had taken on the team's quarterback and halfback. Now it was time to give somebody on the front line a chance.
They climbed into Gordy's beat-up Ford, driving the roughly two miles to his house.
They walked inside the homey tract home, moving directly toward the bedroom.
Without saying a word, Gordy began to undress. As Sheri watched him remove his shirt, she stood in awe as he flipped off the shirt, then his T-shirt, showing his huge muscles.
His chest was hairy, and when he flexed his muscles, she could see why he was the most feared lineman in the entire city.
He removed his trousers, then pulled down his shorts. Sheri kept waiting to get her first look at his cock. She knew how mammoth it would have to be.
When he presented her with his hard-on, holding it firmly in both hands, she heaved a loud, long sigh.
"Damned, but you've got a cock on you," she said.
"That's the one thing I'm proud of, along with my football playing," he laughed. "I'm interested in fucking and playing football. I've got me a nice piece of equipment here. I'm proud of this prick. Why aren't you undressed?"
"I was watching you."
"Then I'll undress you."
Quickly Gordy reached out, undoing her bra. He tugged it off, almost ripping it in the process.
"Not so fast," Sheri said.
"I'm in a hurry, sweetheart. I've got to get your clothes off. I want you, honey, and I want you damned bad. We're gonna have ourselves a beautiful, long fuck. There's no getting around it. Yes, honey. Oh, are we ever gonna have a screw."
"Just don't tear my clothes in the process. It's not the least bit necessary."
"Okay, baby. You've made your point. But let's not have any griping. I want you so damned bad."
His next step was to remove her skirt. He. tugged at it a few times, pulling it down her legs, then off of her altogether.
Gordy began to salivate as he got her down to her panties and bra. He observed her beautiful body, then reached out and slipped his finger beneath her bra. He clutched her tits sharply, holding on to them.
"Say, I love that," he said. "I really love touching your beautiful boobs."
"Don't hurt me, lover," she warned. "Oh, those fingers of yours. They're just too damned sharp. Don't use them like claws."
"I really love touching these gorgeous tits," he laughed. "Oh, yeah, honey. This feels so good."
After directing his attentions toward her breasts for a few moments. Gordy reached down and tugged at her panties. Once again his movements were swift and decisive. He pulled at them, tugging at them sharply and removing them from her legs.
He threw his arms around her, letting his tongue slip down toward her breasts. He moved his tongue swiftly against her hot left tit. Even though he was rather cumbersome in his movements, she still liked what he was doing. Gordy was the type of guy who engaged in sex wildly, with animalistic determination. But he was a non-stop screwer. There was no way that anyone could hope to slow him down.
He desired to achieve every bit of satisfaction possible.
"Oh, your tongue is just too wild," she said. "Baby, oh, what you can't do for me."
Gordy reached out and grabbed her buttocks. He held onto them tightly, using so much pressure that her buttocks began to turn white.
"Oh, you're really hurting me," she said.
"I'm just having a little fun, baby. I'm not gonna play with your ass cheeks for too much longer. I'm gonna go on to other things."
"I can't believe the way that you make love."
"You like it, huh?"
"I sure do."
"That's good, sweetheart."
"But you can overdo it. Oh, you can really hurt a girl."
"Don't complain, baby. We're gonna go all the way. Oh, am I ever gonna have myself a wonderful time."
A few moments later, he was directing his attention toward her pussy. He let the fingers of his right hand unleash themselves against her mound. He kept up his prompt, aggressive finger stabs for several minutes, after which he finally removed his fingers.
He slipped his head down between Sheri's legs. Back and forth he asserted himself, driving his tongue eagerly, working it with effectiveness inside her mound.
"Oh, what tongue movements," she sighed. "Keep going, baby. Oh, lover, yes, I want it. Oh, baby, drive your tongue. Bring me off. Oh, work your tongue over my pussy."
While Sheri's aroused body continued to flip back and forth, he asserted his tongue. He drove it at a blinding pace, slipping it back and forth, working her that much closer to an eager climax.
"Oh, I'm practically there," she said. "A few more strokes and you'll have me off. Drive your tongue, darling. Oh, baby, come on, work your tongue. Slide it frantically inside my mound."
The darting stabs continued as he promptly pushed her that much closer to climax.
He knew that in just a few more strokes, he would have her precisely where he wanted her. He would be swallowing the hot droplets of juice that would escape from her mound.
He reached out and clutched at her buttocks, lifting her slightly from the bed. As she kicked and sighed, the first few droplets of juice began to spill out of her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, this is so good," she sighed. "Oh, eat every drop of it. Go ahead, sweetheart, cut loose with that tongue of yours. Oh, that's so good, baby. I love it, honey. Oh, what sucking. Oh, I enjoy every bit of it. Come on, honey, eat me."
Even though Sheri recognized that her lover Gordy was animalistic in many ways, he had a savage, unrestrained sexiness about him that she genuinely liked.
The sweat began to roll down both sides of her face as the juices kept spraying from her mound. It was an excellent pussy suck, one that left her in a state of passionate bliss.
CHAPTER 12
Now that Gordy had finished sucking out Sheri's vagina, he felt the overpowering urges in his cock.
"Baby, it's just like when I'm on the football field," he said. "I've got all these feelings of anxiety. I'm pent-up all over, I need the action, lover. I need it right now from you."
"Go ahead, baby. I'm eager to get action from you."
"I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth. I'm gonna give you a load of cream like nothing you've ever tasted before. It's just gonna gush in your mouth. How does that sound? Do you like gushing cream? I'll bet you've gone down on a lot of nice hard dicks. I've heard about it. You had sex with Ken. You fucked with Jim. Isn't that right?"
"How did you know about all that?"
"Hell, word gets around. A football team is a pretty closely knit unit."
"I thought that you guys played football. I didn't know you gossiped."
"We don't really consider it gossip," he shrugged. "People just find out certain things."
"Same difference."
"Maybe so. But to hell with that. I'm not interested in how many other guys you've fucked with. Right now I'm just interested in one thing. Getting a good piece of ass. How do you like this slice of hot meat I've got?"
"You've got a big dick all right."
"You'd better believe that I have."
Before Gordy embarked on his actual screw, he reached down and pumped on his dick several times. He then climbed on top of Sheri's body. He provided himself with some brisk cock friction, moving his long hard pecker over her left breast. He moved his body with piston-like grace, driving his cock devastatingly up and down, sliding it around her breast.
"Ah, so how do you like that?" he asked.
"You're really generating a lot of friction.
Oh, are you ever fucking my tit."
"You're damned right I am. I like doing that. Oh, it gives a guy a great feeling."
Gordy kept rocking his huge body back and forth, pumping his prick over her tit.
"You've got a nice solid breast," he told her. "Damned, but I like your tit. Oh, yeah, it's so solid. So smooth. I really love running my cock over it."
"I'll just bet that you do."
"Ah, this is nice friction."
While Gordy was continuing to exercise his cock with long, firm strokes over his lover's breast, he reached out and, with both hands, clutched her ass cheeks firmly. He clung to them, hanging on tightly, keeping up his swift, rotating cock stabs all the while.
He finally removed his cock from her tit. He decided it was time to get his cock to work inside her mouth.
Sheri watched with anxiety as he lifted his body upward from the bed.
"I'm getting into position," he told her. "I want to ram my cock down your throat. I'm gonna give you a beautiful throat fuck, my dear."
"Be kind of careful. You're liable to slam it so hard into my throat that it'll hurt me."
"Oh, no, I've got confidence in you, sweet heart. You're quick to hold up under something like that."
"I wonder if anybody can hold up under it," she laughed.
"You can, sweetheart. Just hang on, baby. We're gonna have ourselves a splendid fuck."
He flipped his ass cheeks back and forth, then got set to thrust his steely tool into her mouth. As he moved his cock steadily toward her mouth, she became a little fearful. She recalled all that she had heard about Gordy, how demanding he was in sex, how much he could supply a woman with, often too much.
"Ah, what a cute mouth you have," he laughed. "I'm gonna really slam my prick in there, baby. Oh, yeah, what cock stabs I'm gonna give you. Am I ever gonna throat fuck you. I'm gonna drive my hot dick deep inside your mouth. Oh, am I ever gonna stick it into your throat. Baby, oh, how I want it. I want it bad. And I'm really gonna give it to you."
He thrust his hard, sharp tool all the way inside her mouth. He kept on blasting away, plunging it hard and sharp inside her.
"Oh, what a fuck I'm gonna give you," he said. "Oh, baby, I dig this hot action. Oh, darling, stay with me. What screws I'm gonna give you. Oh, my balls are itching."
He kept on firmly planting his hot tool ever deeper into her mouth. He slammed it relentlessly tearing it hard into her mouth. The quicker he fucked her, the more savagely he kept up his blistering pace, the better that it made him feel. He was burning up with excitement, sending his hot, searing pecker ever deeper inside her mouth.
"This is a mouth fuck," he exclaimed, as his body continued to twist and turn as he rammed his pecker ever deeper into her mouth.
"I really love it, sweetheart. Oh, baby, what a fuck. I love this pace. Oh, sweetheart, this is so good. I'm gonna keep slamming it into you. Oh, I'm gonna screw. Oh, baby, honey, I'm really itching. My balls are on fire."
Gordy kept up his savage pace, slamming his tool relentlessly, tearing it into her mouth. He was shoving it all the way to the base of her throat. He wasn't about to let up, not even for one solitary second. The hunger within him was too great. He kept on thrusting his thundering stick forward, driving it into her mouth, propelling himself as he moved his cock that much closer to a blistering climax.
"Oh, what a mouth you've got, what a fuck you are," he said. "Yes, baby, oh, this is such good action. I'm gonna be there in no time. Oh, I'm gonna unload inside your mouth. I can't keep it up much longer. When a guy gets this excited, that's it. I've got to keep sending this tool into you until I juice. I'm practically there, baby. Oh, yeah, I've just about made it. Oh, get set for a few more strokes. Then I'm gonna shoot."
He reached down and clutched at Sheri's buttocks one more time. As he held onto her smooth skin, he could feel the first few droplets of the hot white cum shooting out of the end of his cock.
"Oh, the stuff is gonna just spill out of there," he said. "I'm really fucking your mouth now, baby. It's gonna spray, baby. Oh, is it ever gonna spray."
A few jolting stabs later, he began to unload even more in the way of cock juices. The sea of sperm kept on spilling out of the end of his dick. It was of earthquake proportions.
"Oh, it's really shooting out of there," he said. "I told you I'd fill your mouth with hot white cream. Swallow every drop of it, baby."
Gordy's body kept on twisting rhythmically as he slammed his pecker forward, watching as every savory droplet of the hot juice spilled eagerly from the tip of his phallus and into her waiting mouth.
Gordy withdrew his cock from her mouth and then he discovered immediately that he was ready for another load. His cock had gone down very little and with just a little more cock friction, it would be standing as proud and as tall as it had before it had shot.
"Reach out and grab my dick," he said.
"Aren't you gonna at least give me a chance to catch my breath?"
"Why should I?" he laughed. "We're here to fuck, baby. You don't need any time. Didn't you enjoy that screw?"
"I'll say one thing for you. You really spilled stuff out of there. Boy, you are some kind of a fuck. I've never had so much cock in my mouth at one time in my entire life."
"You really liked it?"
"It was about like having two or three guys fucking my mouth at the same time. I've never experienced anything like it before. What sensations."
"You're gonna get even more," he laughed.
"Are you gonna do it again?"
"No, I think I'll do something else this time," he said. "Just reach out there and play with my dick, darling. Get me steamed up all over again. Just run your fingers over my pecker. We're gonna get excited. We're gonna have ourselves one whale of a fuck."
"Okay, we'll do it."
She worked her fingers around his cock and balls for a few minutes. That was really all that he needed. After some cock stimulation, he felt the burning need to get his rocks off again.
"Get over on your stomach," he exclaimed.
"Why do you want me there?"
"Because I want to fuck your asshole."
"Oh, my, you are getting bold," Sheri exclaimed. "I'm afraid you're gonna kill me by the time you get through fucking me."
"No way. Some of these broads cry and sob and give me a real pain in the ass, but not you, honey. I can see that you want it every bit as bad as I do. You really want a good solid fuck. Well, honey, I'm just the guy to supply it for you. Just hang on, baby, because you're gonna get screwed like you wouldn't believe. Just wait until I deposit my hot prick inside your asshole."
As she lay there on her stomach, poised and ready to receive his first hot jolt, Gordy began to manipulate his prick against the crack of her ass.
"I like this tight feeling," he sighed. "Yeah, I like running my cock against the crack of your ass. It's a nice tight sensation. The skin is solid there. Oh, this I really like."
He rode her good and hard, keeping up his consistent movements, driving his bulging pecker high and hard against her ass crack.
When he finally decided that he'd had enough of that kind of movement, he removed his prick.
"All right, now I'm gonna slide it inside your asshole," Gordy exclaimed. "Just wait, darling. If you thought that that mouth fuck was something, just get ready for this. I'm gonna slide my hot dick inside your asshole. I'm gonna plunge it all the way. Oh, yeah, darling, just wait until you get it. You're gonna get a hot, grinding fuck. You're gonna get a hot stab."
He ran his fingers around her thighs and ankles, then got set to plunge his steely rod inside her anus.
With sharp, thrusting efforts, Gordy slammed his cock forward. He drove it vigorously inside her anus, sliding it quickly, driving it with bulldog determination. The longer that he plunged it into her anus, the better that he felt all over. He could feel the hot itch, and he loved it. He kept slamming hard, plunging his stick, driving it with steady, unswerving enthusiasm inside her anus.
At first the hot movements hurt her quite a bit. After all, how many girls could withstand that kind of cock thrust? She wanted to cry out at first, but did not do so. But soon she began getting accustomed to his swift, deci sive, unswerving pace. As he kept slamming his pecker forward, driving it ever deeper into her asshole, he felt extremely lucky to have a girl with a hot, tight ass like Sheri's to fuck.
"Ah, you're so nice," he said, "you've got such a beautiful asshole, baby. It's just made to order for my screws. This is beautiful, honey. Oh, I'm gonna keep fucking you with those hot, burning stabs. Let's keep it going, baby. Oh, I really want this. Keep wiggling your buttocks. Ah, wiggle your ass cheeks, honey. This is so good. I dig it so much."
Gordy's burning fingers continued to clutch at Sheri's thighs as he sustained his pace, allowing his thundering, throbbing dick to push and pump forward. He kept up the hot, thrusting movements, sending his dick ever deeper into her asshole. He was driving his cock at top speed, allowing himself to deposit it high and deep into her anus.
After the initial shock and pain of the act wore off, Sheri began to enjoy the stabs that her lover was supplying for her. She started to wiggle her ass cheeks back and forth, enjoying the brisk pace that he was setting.
"Oh, I'm getting ever closer," he told her. "Yes, sweetheart, oh, just wait until that hot white sea of liquid explodes. It's gonna shoot inside your asshole. Oh, lover, yes, just wait until I juice. Oh, baby, I really dig it."
Now Gordy was pushing ahead with everything that he had. He kept on thrusting savagely, driving his cock ever deeper into her anus, plunging and driving it forward.
"Oh, I'm just about there, just hang on, baby, because I'm gonna juice," Gordy said. "Yes, honey, ah, I love these cock stabs. I love this burning dick. It's really driving, honey. Oh, yeah, keep twisting that cute butt of yours. I love it when you twist your ass cheeks. Keep on twisting them, sweetheart. Oh, that's nice. Oh, is that ever nice. Keep it up."
All the while he was setting his blinding pace, driving his cock ever deeper. He could feel the itch rising in his balls. He clutched to her thighs, holding on tightly, realizing just how close he was to delivering his droplets of sperm out of the end of his hot white spear.
"Ah, now I'm there," he said. "Oh, I can feel the itch. The juices are gonna spray, baby. Oh, yes, they're gonna shoot out of there, sweetheart. They really are. Ah, there it goes, there goes the hot white stuff. That feels so good, honey. This is great, baby. Oh, yes, it really is. The hot white semen is spilling. Oh, you can feel the goo"
CHAPTER 13
After Gordy finished his solid ass fuck, Sheri thought that he would be satisfied.
Little did she know Gordy. Once that the hungers surfaced within him, it took a good deal to still those enthusiastic desires.
Once that he finished the fuck, he reached out with both hands, cupping them around her breasts. He loved touching Sheri's tits. She felt pain from the movements that he was supplying.
"Don't break my tits off," she said. "Okay, honey. I don't want to get carried away," he laughed. "I'll ease up a little. So how do you like it, baby? Do you like this action?"
"I can see why you're such a terror of the football field. You never let up. Remember, I'm not the opposition. I'm not an opposing football player."
"I don't think of you that way, baby. It's just that I've got all this energy. I don't know what to do with it all."
"So you're gonna use it on me."
"I can't think of a better place to start," he chuckled.
He kept on running his fingers around her breasts. After she asked him to ease off a little, he responded by doing so. But his fingers continued to work at an unstintingly swift pace. He kept on allowing them to move briskly over her hot tits.
"Ah, I'm getting hotter and hotter," he said. "I really dig you, baby."
After he kept up his enthusiastic finger movements for several minutes, he reached down and began to slip his tongue against her left tit. He kept up his sparkling movements, driving his tongue forward, determinedly pushing it against her tit.
"That's nice," she said, "Oh, honey. You never let up. You're all action. Ah, what a man you are. Keep on sucking my hot tit. Oh, you really have me going now, baby."
While he kept up his hot, piercing tongue strides, Gordy reached out with his right hand and permitted his fingers to move smoothly over his lover's mound.
"Oh, now you really are getting me," she sighed, twisting her buttocks back and forth. "You're sucking my tit and you're playing with my pussy. I really like what you're doing to me, darling. Come on, honey. Work your fingers over my snatch. Oh, baby, step up the pace. Work fast. Oh, you can't do it too fast for me."
He worked his tongue with convincing rapidity, driving it against every crevice of her hot flesh. All the while his fingers kept on moving with stimulating grace over her mound.
Gordy switched from one breast to the other, repeating the same fiery movements, driving his tongue with steady determination. He knew just how much his lover was enjoying it, and that gave him all the more desire. He wanted to please her badly, and he was accomplishing that very thing, moving his tongue at a blistering clip.
"Oh, you're gonna have to suck my mound pretty fast," she said. "I can't take too much more of this, sweetheart. Oh, those finger movements. I feel this great itch. You're really moving your fingers, darling. Ahhh, keep your fingers going. This is such beautiful action. Oh, lover, baby, that's good. This is so good. It's so wonderful. Keep it all going. Let's keep it all together. Yes, baby.'"
The finger movements continued for the next few minutes. At that particular juncture, she felt, as did Gordy, that it was time to move on to the pussy licking.
Gordy removed his tongue from his lover's breast. He looked at her and grinned lasciviously.
"Now I'm gonna eat out your box, kiddo," he said.
"Go down on me," she begged. "I want you to move your tongue over my mound. Come on, honey. Oh, you don't know how bad I want it."
"I think I do. About as bad as I want to give it to you."
"Oh, yes. Come on, sweetheart. Drive your tongue, darling. Oh, let it rip. Tear it against my hot mound. Oh, sweetheart. Let's drive it. Let's drive it beautifully. Work it hard, baby. Slip your tongue inside me. Come on, honey. Oh, do I ever want it."
For several more minutes, Gordy exercised his fingers over his lover's pussy. He kept up his steady pace, sliding the fingers, enjoying the strokes that he provided.
He finally decided that the time had arrived. He had succeeded in getting his lover as hot as possible. Now he would exercise his tongue. He would slip and slide it inside her mound.
"Come on, go after my snatch," she said. "Yes, baby. Oh, I really do want it, baby. Let's go, sweetheart. Oh, honey, let's do it. Suck my mound."
Gordy worked his fingers around her thighs. As he clutched them with superb grace, Gordy allowed his tongue to go to work on her mound.
Gordy reached out and slipped his tongue as convincingly as possible, driving it spiritedly over her mound, watching as the action developed.
With ever searing thrust, he brought her that much closer to climax. He kept up his movements, pushing the tongue forward, driving it skillfully as he let it sink and slide inside her pussy.
"I want to juice, oh, I want you to taste me," she said. "Keep your tongue action going, baby. Oh, I like it, too, the way you're touching my thighs. That feels so good. Oh, it feels absolutely beautiful. Bring your fingers over my thighs. Suck, my snatch. Oh, yes, baby. I really want it. I love those movements. Suck me, honey. Oh, you will. You're gonna suck me to climax. I know you are. I feel so good all over. Keep your tongue working. Oh, keep it going. Keep working it around my mound."
While his convincing pace continued, Gordy was looking forward more and more to the moment when his lover would explode inside her mound.
He kept his burning tongue at work, steadily driving it, working her ever closer to climax.
A few thrusting strokes later, Gordy recognized that his lover had reached the point of having to burst her juices.
They began to free themselves from her mound. With spirited joy the hot juices shot from her and into his mouth. He eagerly collected every droplet, swallowing the hot load.
When he received the last few droplets of her pussy load from her mound, Gordy could think of only one thing. He had to get his cock off one more time. He looked down at his throbbing penis, recognizing how ready he was for some brilliant action.
"Just take a look at this prick," he grinned. "I want inside you once more."
"You're not gonna have anything left for football practice."
"Hell, I'll just go( through the motions today. The games are played on Friday night, honey. This isn't Friday."
"But don't you have to be at your best at practice? I mean, you have to be prepared for every team that you play."
"No, I just need to show up on Friday," he laughed. "That's when I get fired up. Hell, I practice all right. But a lot of it bores me."
"You're some kind of a guy, Gordy."
"You're some kind of girl. I love your cunt, honey. That's what I'm gonna try right now. I tried it out with my tongue and I'm gonna try it out with my dick."
"Plant it inside me, baby. I'm ready for your onslaught."
"I'll just bet that you are," he laughed.
"Drive it inside me. Oh, shove your hot dick inside my mound. Blast away, baby, slip it inside me."
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do. But I'm gonna do more blasting than slipping."
"I guess you are. That's more in your nature."
"You're damned right it is."
Gordy leaned forward, then propelled his cock inside Sheri's mound. He entered her with one brisk, thrusting movement, and from there he was off to the races.
Gordy set a devastating pace right from the beginning. He sliced away with his hard cock, thrusting it forward, propelling it with great inspiration inside her mound. The longer that his cock thrust into her, the better that he felt. And he was letting himself go, enjoying every hot movement, driving his cock frenziedly inside her pussy.
"Oh, keep on fucking me," she said. "Keep grinding your cock into my mound, honey. Oh, yes, sweetheart. Keep going. Oh, what a fuck we're having. Keep on fucking me. Oh, keep the cock blasting. Drive it inside me, baby. Oh, baby, I love it."
Forcefully he kept up his burning pace. He kept on driving his prick deep inside her pussy. With every inspiring thrust, he moved himself that much closer to climax.
His hot fingers kept on cradling her thighs. He enjoyed touching gorgeous Sheri. Every time that he did touch her he found himself getting that much more titillated. All the while he was driving ever closer to the big moment of an inspiring climax.
"Keep on driving your prick inside me," she said. "Ah, you're really doing it, honey. You're sending your cock inside me. You're really driving it. You're really pumping it hard. Oh, baby, do I ever want it. I want it so bad. Oh, damned, baby, yes, oh, this is fantastic, sweetheart."
A few strokes later, Gordy propelled himself to new heights of ecstasy.
He was digging his cock ever deeper, sending it as deeply as he could inside his lover's pussy. There was no way that he was going to let up by that point in time. He was just too much excited.
"Oh, you're really denting my mound," she sighed.
"Keep twisting your ass cheeks around."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, that's where it's at."
While his burning fingers continued to collide with her ass cheeks, Gordy kept up his grinding pace. He kept slipping and sliding his hot pecker inside her mound. He drove his dick crazily forward, pushing and plunging, stabbing his hot pecker.
While Gordy continued to blast and slide his cock inside his lover's pussy, she in turn flipped her ass cheeks back and forth. She was enjoying every movement that her lover was supplying. He kept up his hot strokes, driving his prick, moving ever closer to the dramatic moment of orgasm.
"Oh, I'm just a few strokes away from being there," he said. "This is some fuck. Oh, what a screw this is. Come on, baby, oh, honey, keep grinding your hips. Keep spinning your hot butt around. That's really what I need. Oh, what a screw we've got going."
"This is as good as any I've ever had."
"Same goes for me, sweetheart. Oh, what screwing action."
Their bodies kept threshing. All the while Gordy continued to thrust his dick forward. He kept sliding it ever deeper inside her hot mound.
"Oh, I'm just about there," he sighed. "I'm only going to need a few more strokes. Oh, baby, what an ass you've got. The way you spin that hot butt of yours. It's great. Oh, these sensations. It's so wonderful. I love blasting away inside your mound. Ah, honey, darling, this is so good."
While Gordy was twisting his body and thrusting his cock deep inside his lover's mound, the first few droplets of hot white sperm began to spill from the end of his throbbing member.
The hot stream was let loose at a blistering clip. The spurting jissum kept on shooting out of the end of his rod.
"I want it," she called out, "oh, keep it going, baby. Keep on spurting your juices, baby. Yes, oh, I want it, honey. Yes, I like that."
Gordy continued to spill his hot liquid out of the end of his cock. He kept it up until the last few droplets had sprayed from him, after which he turned his cock loose.
"I think that ought to do me for the day," he grinned.
"Let's hope so. You big palooka. That was enough sex to last most guys for weeks."
"But I'm not most guys. I feel like three hot guys at the same time when I really get rolling."
"That's exactly the way you fuck."
"I'm proud of my body," he laughed. "I like the way that I'm able to fuck.'"
"So do I. But I don't know how long I could survive doing it with you."
"Don't be so modest," he chuckled. "I think you'd hold up pretty well."
"I sure hope so, because it is quite a blast," she said.
"It really is. I can see that when we get together, it's like the irresistible force and the immovable object."
"That's just about it," she chuckled.
It wasn't until Sheri got up from the bed and began to dress that she recognized how tired her body was. He had put her through such a brisk workout that it was almost as if she had played sixty minutes of football across the line from him.
CHAPTER 14
Late afternoon was moving quickly into early evening.
Darkness was beginning to fall on the campus as Sheri and the other cheer leaders got set to leave. They had gone over some new cheer-leading routines that they were going to use during the football game the following evening.
As Sheri was moving toward the parking lot and her car, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her from a few feet away.
"Sheri, stop, I want to talk to you," the voice said.
She turned and observed Grace Bailey walking briskly toward her, trying to narrow the distance between them.
"What's up, Grace?" she asked.
"I've got something that I want to talk to you about. I wish you'd come with me, honey."
"Where do you want to go?"
"The school building."
"Why do you want to go there?" Sheri asked in confusion.
"Because it's very quiet. We can concentrate and be alone."
"Whatever you say," Sheri shrugged.
They walked into the building. Sheri was walking a couple of steps behind Grace.
Grace opened the door to the girls' rest room, walking inside.
"You want to talk in here?" Sheri asked in confusion.
"Yes, that's where I want to go."
Sheri followed behind, entering the rest room.
She no sooner had managed to close the door behind her before Grace was all over her. She threw her arms around her lover's beautiful body, then slipped her tongue inside Sheri's mouth.
She came on strong, allowing her tongue to move quickly against Sheri's. Back and forth she let it slip, permitting it to drive at a speedy clip against her lover's tongue.
They kept up their stirring tongue movements for the next few minutes, after which Grace broke the kiss. But Grace was certainly not through for the afternoon. She reached out and quickly began to undo Sheri's blouse. The next thing Sheri knew, Grace had succeeded in taking it off.
After that, it was just a question of how long it would take Grace to pry off Sheri's bra. That took only one quick movement, after which she let the fingers move smoothly and eagerly.
"Oh, I've got to get to your tits," Grace said.
Grace knew just how erogenous a zone she had at her disposal. She was aware of the fact that Sheri's breasts would react wildly and enthusiastically if they were touched in just the right manner.
Grace reached out with both hands, clutching Sheri's breasts ever so firmly. She held on, clutching tenaciously, doing all that she could to get Sheri excited.
"How do you like that, sweetheart?" she asked.
"Oh, that's so good. You really took me by surprise."
"I figured that if I just asked you to fuck. you might turn me down. But if I could only get a shot at you, just one hot tongue kiss, that's all that you would need. You'd get all excited. And you are excited, aren't you, baby?"
"Who wouldn't be, getting this kind of attention."
Grace kept on exercising her fingers swiftly against her lover's breasts for several more minutes. She then released her fingers, reaching down and clutching at Sheri's skirt. She unzipped the skirt, then began to pull it down her legs.
"Oh, I really want you," she said. "Stretch out on the floor, honey. That'll get us more excited. Come on, baby. Let's do that. How do you like it, sweetheart?"
Sheri let her body come to rest on the floor of the rest room. Her body trembled as Grace resolutely pressed against her.
"I really want you," Grace said. "Oh, honey, nothing is gonna deprive me."
Once that Grace had removed Sheri's skirt, all she needed to do was go after her panties. She tugged at them a few times, watching as they slipped down Sheri's legs.
"Oh, this is so nice," she said. "I really love this action, baby. Oh, do I like what's happening."
Once that Sheri's panties had been removed, Grace decided that she wanted to slip her tongue inside her lover's anus. So she thrust her tongue forward, permitting it to maneuver inside Sheri's asshole.
"I want your hot ass," she said. "I'm gonna suck it even faster."
She liked the idea of teasing Sheri. After sucking her anus for a few moments, she released it. The longer that Sheri lay there without the benefit of the ass sucking, the more aroused she became.
"Come on, darling, go back to the ass sucking," she said. "I really need it so bad, darling. Come on, baby. Oh, work your tongue. You've got to work your tongue. Oh, honey, let's let it go to work. Suck my asshole. Drive your tongue inside my anus. I want it so bad, sweetheart. Let's go, lover."
Once more Grace was more than capable of meeting the task. She slipped her tongue for a second time inside Sheri's asshole. She drove it with vigorous determination, letting it slide with convincing grace.
"Oh, go ahead, honey," Sheri encouraged. "You're right. I probably wouldn't have wanted a fuck. You probably did have to take me by surprise. But I'm glad you did. I just love every bit of this. Oh, come on, darling. Slide your tongue. Oh, slide it quickly, lover. Go ahead, baby. Work it inside my asshole. Oh, you're so good at it. Keep your driving tongue moving. Keep it up, baby."
Her legs kicked back and forth as her lover kept up the hot, thrusting tongue strokes. Back and forth Grace delivered her tongue convincingly, letting it slide with great zeal inside her lover's asshole.
"Keep it going," she called out, "oh, Grace, you can do it. You're so good at the tongue action. Keep on grinding your tongue inside my asshole. Oh, you're teasing me with those movements."
Grace was becoming so adept at the ass licking that she knew just what to do in order to get her lover agitated to the greatest extent possible. She would suck rapidly for some time, then would slow up her pace. She would work her tongue slowly inside her anus, then would go back once more to the swift movements.
"Ah, this is what I like," Sheri said. "You're mixing up the movements, baby. You're doing it so beautifully. Oh, honey, keep going. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, keep up that convincing action. Slide your tongue, lover. That's it, baby. Oh, let the tongue work."
Sheri finally decided that what she needed was to get her ass licked at the fastest possible tempo. She decided to communicate the message to her lover.
"Cut loose," she told Grace. "Work your tongue as quickly as you can, baby. Oh, I need it. Oh, honey, how I ever need it. Come on, baby, oh, suck me, baby. Drive your tongue. Oh, suck my asshole."
At that point Grace decided that it was time to work her tongue quicker than ever. So she cut loose, this time working the tongue unswervingly, never once slowing up. All the while she was denting her with her hot tongue movements, slipping the tongue forward, allowing it to collide with her lover's asshole.
"Keep it going," Sheri said, "oh, come on, sweetheart. I really do love it. You're doing so well. Go ahead, baby. Oh, let's let the tongue move. Come on, slide it inside me, baby. Oh, how I ever want it. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, work it quickly. Drive it, baby. Oh, send it inside my asshole. Oh, honey, you're really working it. Drive it, honey, oh, drive it as only you can."
While she kept on zeroing in on Sheri's asshole, Grace reached out and ran her fingers over her lover's pussy. She was working the fingers quickly and rhythmically, enjoying the hot strokes as they developed.
The burning fires within Sheri were be coming more vigorously felt with every stride. When Grace removed her tongue from Sheri's asshole, she announced:
"I'm going down on you. This time I'm gonna really give your pussy a workout."
"Oh, darling, you've really got me burning up inside. I can only take so much of this kind of action. I'm so excited, honey. Go ahead, honey. Oh, you've got to suck my mound out."
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do. I want you to move those burning hips of yours. You flip them around while I suck your pussy."
"I'll do anything I can to make this as exciting as possible."
"I like that kind of attitude, sweetheart. Okay, then that's what we'll do."
Grace slipped her tongue down between her lover's legs. But before she launched into the sucking, she slipped her tongue against Sheri's left thigh.
Up and down she worked her tongue over Sheri's thigh. She kept up the steady stream of activity, driving her tongue, moving it beautifully over her lover's thigh.
Sheri's whole body began to quake from the stirring movements that her lover was sending her way. The longer and faster that she drove her tongue, the quicker the desire formed within Sheri to get her pussy sucked until she exploded.
"Oh, you're really working your tongue over my thigh," she said. "All the while my pussy is getting more excited, baby. I can feel the fires within me. You're really doing it, honey. Oh, is that tongue of yours ever sliding. Keep it going."
She worked her tongue over her thigh, then switched it to the other. The steady movements continued, and all the while the helplessness within Sheri began to increase. She felt the necessity to release her juices from her pussy.
"Oh, that darting tongue," she said. "I think sucking my thighs is getting me as hot as the ass licking did. Just keep that action going, my love. Oh, your tongue is really spinning. Keep it up, baby. Oh, how good you are. Your tongue feels so great. Just keep it going."
While her tongue kept on effectively moving against Sheri's thigh, Grace reached out and clutched at her buttocks. She held onto them ever so firmly, hanging on as the brisk sucking continued at the rapid clip.
Sheri knew that she could not withstand much more in the way of this kind of action.
"You've got to move to my cunt," she told her, "I can't take much more of this, baby. Your tongue is just too much for me. Oh, you're just grinding it out something great, baby. You're really moving, honey. Oh, what action. What beautiful action, honey. Oh, I'm feeling the wildness throughout my body. Oh, every time that you slip your tongue in me you get me that much more excited."
At long last Grace finally removed her tongue from her lover's thigh. She looked at Sheri with great admiration.
"I guess you're ready to have your cunt sucked," she laughed.
"I'm dying to be sucked," she replied. "My cunt is steaming, baby. Come on, honey. Let's really get it moving, sweetheart. Let's get it on, darling. Come on, grind that tongue of yours."
Grace reached out and, with both hands, allowed her fingers to clutch at Sheri's breasts.
"You like this, you really like it when I give you this attention," Grace said. "Just hang on, baby. We're all set to fly. When I get through with you, sweetheart, you're gonna know you've been fucked."
"I already know that and we're just getting started."
"Which proves only one thing, that we're really turned on."
CHAPTER 15
Once that Grace had her momentum, she was unstoppable.
While her fingers clutched wildly at Sheri's breasts, she sank her tongue ever so eagerly against Sheri's juicy box.
Sheri's pussy was already moist from all of the preliminary activity in which the two girls had engaged. Now that Grace recognized she had her to precipitously close to climax, she wanted to make certain that she did the best job possible in sucking her to completion.
Her fingers maintained a brisk pace as they worked speedily over her lover's breasts. She kept up her sharp, thrusting tongue stabs, driving her tongue ever deeper into Sheri's hot box.
As Sheri lay there on the floor, receiving the effective stabs from Grace's tongue, she couldn't help but be overcome with passion. She was having sex with a girl who believed in letting herself go completely. Every time that Grace stabbed her tongue deep inside Sheri's box, she became that much more carried away. She was impressed by Sheri's devastating beauty, and wanted to do everything that she could in order to make Sheri completely happy.
"Keep your tongue circulating," Sheri said. "Oh, honey. Do you ever have a hot, twisting tongue. You're gonna bring me off in no time, baby. There's just no other way. Do you ever work fast. Oh, slide your hot tongue, sweetheart. Drive it quickly, baby. Oh, baby, you're getting me closer. Keep working."
As Grace kept on sucking with resolute skill and determination, she switched her activity from Sheri's breasts down to her buttocks. She clutched them ever so tightly, hanging on for dear life as she sucked to her heart's content. She kept driving her tongue ever more deeply, planting it as far as she could down deep inside Sheri's hot mound.
"Oh, I'm set to erupt," Sheri told her. "A few more strokes and I'll be there, my dear. Keep your tongue working, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and suck my mound. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Just a few more strokes, darling, oh, I'm just about there, sweetheart."
A few burning stabs later, the droplets of juice began to spill from Sheri's mound.
As Sheri, her heart trembling anxiously, began to juice, her whole body started to quiver. Her legs kicked out and she heaved a loud sigh as the juices kept on spilling, shooting ever so voluminously inside her lover's mouth.
"Oh, go get it," she sighed. "Go get every drop of juice, Grace. It feels so good. Oh, what sensations. It's so great to be spilling my juices inside your mouth. Go ahead and receive every drop, baby. Oh, is my cunt ever tickling. It feels so great."
A determined Grace stuck with her load until she finally managed to swallow every last drop from Sheri's pussy. At that point, she released her tongue from Sheri's box.
"That's what I call a good screw," she said. "Oh, baby, that I liked."
Grace was so determined to receive even more action that, the moment she finished sucking Sheri to climax, she jumped to her feet. She began to quickly remove her clothes.
"You're doing a strip number for me," Sheri smiled, continuing to lie there on the floor.
"You're damned right," she said. "This time I want you to suck me. I want to do it to you at the same time. We've got to sixty-nine, baby. We'll have such a beautiful fuck that way."
As Sheri watched Grace undress, she couldn't help but admire her beautiful body. When she stripped off her dress and got down to her panties and bra, Sheri looked at her admiringly. She had rich, full, flowing breasts and trim, well-proportioned buttocks. In addition, she had long, lovely legs. She could see why so many of the guys in the school were absolutely wild about her.
When Grace completed the act of removing her panties and bra, she slipped her body downward toward the floor. She sprawled out directly across from Sheri. All the while, her pussy was strategically placed just a few inches from Sheri's tongue.
"Let's finger each other to start with," Grace smiled. "We'll do that for as long as we can stand it. Then we'll get into some beautiful sucking, my dear."
Grace reached out and began to maneuver her fingers against Sheri's mound. Feeling the hot, energetic heat that was being applied by Grace, Sheri decided that she ought to reciprocate. After all, this girl had given her a tremendous number of sensations. It was up to her to provide Grace with the same kind of satisfaction.
So Sheri reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to slide ever so smoothly inside her lover's mound. She twisted and turned her fingers, working resolutely, enjoying every plunging stab that she supplied.
"There you go, sweetheart," Grace nodded smilingly. "You're getting the hang of it. Let's just stay with it, lover. Let's give each other plenty of satisfaction. I want lots of sensations from you, honey. The kinds of sensations that you'll always remember. Oh, how good this feels. We're really giving each other all kinds of beautiful action. Let's just keep it going. You can start working your fingers a little faster now. Come on, honey, we can both step up the pace a little."
Dramatically the girls both began to step up their respective paces. At first Sheri began to move her fingers quickly, and Grace then followed her routine. Together they were working one another ever closer to a state of devastating climax.
"Come on, let's go even faster," Grace finally implored. "There's no way that I can take too much more of this kind of wild action honey. Let's keep it going. Oh, yeah, honey. Drive your fingers. Ah, that's good. Give them plenty of freedom. Am I ever ready, honey. I'm ready for your kind of beautiful action. That's good. You're really doing it now."
Spurred on by Grace's cheer leading, Sheri worked her fingers as resolutely as she knew how. She kept on driving them in a flurry against her hot, furry mound. She could feel the goo against her finger tips and it served as a reminder as to what kind of a load she would eventually get once that Grace exploded her juices inside her mouth.
It was Grace who finally decided that a change of routine needed to be quickly invoked. She removed her fingers from her lover's mound, then exclaimed:
"I really want to suck you, honey. I want inside your mound right now. I need it, darling. And you should do the same thing to me. We'll be off in no time. Let's get moving, honey. We need to sink those hot, blinding tongues inside each other's mound. We're made for each other, honey. Let's just remember that"
Sheri nodded. She was more than happy to go along with Grace. Her heart pounded inexorably as she lowered her head, moving it ever so slowly but decisively toward Grace's pussy.
"That is, honey, just turn your tongue loose," Grace said. "Come on and slide it, sweetheart. You don't know how bad I need it. Come on, darling. Let's really work that tongue of yours. Drive it, baby. Work it inside my mound. Oh, how I ever need it. We both need it. I know damned well we do. So let's get the show on the road."
Sheri let her tongue drop down toward Grace's furry mound. As she allowed her tongue to tickle Grace's pussy hairs for several strokes, Grace smiled.
"That's very good," Grace said. "Now go on to my hot gash, baby. Oh, you tickle me, you inspire me. Now I need it in my cunt. Come on, baby, and really work your tongue. Slide it inside my pussy. I need it so bad, sweetheart. Let's really get moving. Slide your tongue, darling. Oh, I need it. We both need it."
Back and forth she commenced her sucking action. She drove it eagerly inside her lover's pussy.
Grace wanted to lie back and enjoy the first few strokes. After that she would put her tongue to work inside Sheri's mound. For the moment, as she received the hot, jolting tongue stabs, she reached out and played with Sheri's mound.
"I'm gonna play with your pussy for a little while longer," she said, "and then I'm gonna start working my tongue. You just wait, baby. I'm gonna really go to work. Oh, yes, honey. This is gonna be beautiful."
When Grace finally did launch into the pussy sucking, it was with a sense of spirited determination. Back and forth she eagerly swung her tongue, pushing it into every hot crevice of her lover's pussy.
The girls continued to devastatingly suck each other, and their hot asses began to twist uncontrollably. Their hearts pounded as they worked ever closer toward climax.
While the blistering sucking continued, Sheri reached out and grabbed hold of her lover's ass cheeks. She held them ever so tightly, continuing the sucking pace all the while.
While that activity continued, Grace was doing the very same thing. The girls were eager to exchange spirited sucks and clutch each other's buttocks. Together they were moving ever so effectively toward a dramatic climax.
It was Grace who juiced first. The hot, spirited liquids began to spill from her pussy and into Sheri's mound.
As Grace began to explode, she momentarily released her tongue from Sheri's pussy.
"Thank you, baby, oh, what tongue work you're giving me," she said. "Keep it going, sweetheart. I've just about got you off, too."
At that point Grace then resumed her sucking, driving her tongue hotly and unrestrainedly into Sheri's pussy. She kept up her thorough tongue stroking, promptly moving Sheri to the brink of climax.
As Sheri's body bounced around helplessly as she lay there on the floor, the juices began to shoot from her mound.
It was then Grace's turn to handle a hot, satisfying orgasm. She swallowed the droplets that spilled from her lover's pussy, eagerly collecting every solitary drop.
When Sheri finally finished the act, and removed her tongue from Grace's pussy, each of the girls had exploded one more time. They finished up in a state of wild-eyed satisfaction. They were satisfied over all of the activity they had provided for each other, but were so shell-shocked from it all that they could hardly speak.
"I never thought I could dig another woman like this," Sheri shook her head as she began to put her clothes back on. "I always thought something like this was kind of silly. I really did. But I really did dig you, Grace."
"Sure you did, honey. We're gonna get together regularly now, aren't we?"
"That sounds pretty good to me."
"Of course it does. If two people really dig each other, then they're fools if they don't provide each other with as much in the way of enjoyment as they can."
"I guess you're right about that," Sheri chuckled.
She couldn't get over how much more broadminded she was getting in every aspect of sex. Pretty soon, she realized, she would have a reputation around school that rivaled Grace's.
There was one thing about having sex. Around Miller High School everybody knew who was having sex with whom. It was just like Hollywood society.
CHAPTER 16
Miller won the game the following evening.
Jim Webb threw three touchdown passes as Miller achieved a decisive victory. He was in a happy mood as he came off the football field. He spotted Sheri standing there with her pompoms in her hands.
"Congratulations, Jim," she said. "You really played a great game."
"Thank you, honey. You know, I was thinking quite a bit about you. I'm having another party over at my pad tonight. Only this time there'll be just a few people around. Not nearly as much noise. How about you, baby? Are you gonna show?"
"Yes, I guess I can be there."
"I sure as hell hope so. It'll be a drag without you."
"Are you kidding?" Sheri laughed. "You're the hero of the school after those three touchdown passes tonight You could have your pick of the girls."
"Right now the pick of the girls means just one though. That's you. So you show up, sweetheart"
"I'll be there."
"That's good," Jim nodded.
Sheri showed up at Jim's house a few minutes later. A drunk young man from the college nearby pointed his beer can toward the bedroom.
"He's in there, as usual," the guy laughed. "Listen, if he's busy, I'd sure as hell like to take you on."
"No thanks," Sheri replied, stalking off toward the bedroom as the young man with the beer can in his hand shook his head disappointedly.
As Sheri opened the door to Jim's bedroom, she observed him slamming his penis into high gear. He was driving it into Grace Bailey's pussy.
"Ah, you're the best fuck I've ever had," he said. "Yes, sweetheart. Ah, are you ever a good grind. What a tight pussy."
Suddenly Sheri was furious. She could see that Jim was saying the very same words to Grace that he had previously said to her. She observed Grace's body grinding back and forth, her hips moving symetrically as Jim continued to pound his hot meat inside her.
"Oh, keep fucking me, sweetheart," Grace said. "Ah, I love it. I love your hot meat. You're the best screw I've ever had. I'd rather do it with you than anybody."
Suddenly Sheri could see the hypocrisy from all sides. Grace had assured her that she was the best screw she had ever had. Now there she was, providing Jim with the same assurances. She could see that people like Jim and Grace were willing to say just about anything in order to get what they wanted at a given point in time.
Neither one of them happened to see her. She had opened the door just a crack, and was staring through that crack at them while they fucked. They were so preoccupied with what they were doing that they never even looked in the direction of the door. Jim kept up his stirring stabs, plunging his cock effectively forward, moving it spiritedly inside his lover's mound.
"Oh, what a fuck I'm getting," he laughed. "Just hang in there, darling, because I'm gonna juice. Yes, all that hot wild juice is gonna shoot out of me. It's gonna shoot inside your pussy. What great sensations I'm getting. Oh, just bear with me."
"Oh, baby, I'm shooting," Grace said, her body twisting and turning uncontrollably. Sheri heard the sounds of the bed springs jangling loudly as Grace's body bounced helplessly up and down inside the bed.
Grace kept on gasping and sighing as she unloaded her juices. All the while Jim was fucking her with all that he could muster.
"You shot, honey, and I'm just a few strokes behind," he told her. "Oh, sweetheart, the juices are gonna shoot from my cock. I'm gonna unload all the hot stuff inside your pussy. Oh, I'm ready, I'm so ready. Yes, sweetheart. The juices are gonna shoot. Oh, I'm practically there, I'm just a few strokes away."
A few blistering stabs later, Jim could no longer hold on to the juices that were throbbing inside him.
At that point the hot white liquids began to spill from his blazing peter. As they shot voluminously out of the end of his cock, he heaved a loud sigh of gratification.
"Oh, baby, you're so good," he said. "You're the best. There's nobody like you. Oh, honey, what a fuck. That hot stuff is really shooting. Oh, what a load, baby."
As Jim finished his fuck and released his cock from Grace's pussy, he turned around and happened to see Sheri standing there in the doorway. She had pushed the door open a little more, intending to make her presence felt at that point in time.
"Honey, come on and get undressed," Jim laughed, jumping up from the bed eagerly, "Let's get in some hot fucking."
"It seems to me you're doing very well right now."
"Sure, I got a good screw from Grace, but I want to take you on, too."
"Come on, honey," Grace smiled encouragingly. "Let's have a beautiful threesome like we did the last time."
"I have a little bit of a headache," Sheri lied. "I'm not much in the mood."
"Come on now. You're not gonna turn down a chance to fuck with our football hero, are you?" Jim said with mounting disappointment.
"I'm afraid I am," she said. "Sorry if that bothers you."
"My God. I was waiting for you, honey."
"You had a beautiful partner to wait with you. I can see that you two were anything but quiet. You had yourselves a good time. Don't let me interfere with anything."
"You wouldn't be interfering," Grace said. "As a matter-of-fact, we'd love to have you."
"I think I'll pass this one up," Sheri said, walking quickly down the hall and toward the door.
"Don't leave, baby," the man who had opened the door for Sheri said. "I'd love to make love to you."
"I'm afraid not," Sheri said, closing the door hard behind her.
CHAPTER 17
A few days later, Ken Snyder got out of the hospital.
Sheri went over to his house to see him one afternoon.
"Damned, but I'm happy to see you," Ken grinned. "I'm gonna get off my shorts and fuck the hell out of you. You know, that knee of mine isn't nearly as bad now. I can do more than I was able to do when we had sex in the hospital."
"How much do you think of me, Ken?" Sheri asked solemnly. "What makes you ask a damned stupid question like that?" he laughed.
"I have a reason for asking it. I want to know exactly what you think of me."
"I think you're a gorgeous, sexy chick. I dig screwing you more than I've ever dug it with anybody else."
"Do you say the same thing to other girls?"
"Of course I don't. You're one in a million, sweetheart."
"When you have sex with me, do you also want to have sex with somebody else?"
"You know, it's funny that you asked that question," Ken laughed. "At one time I did feel that way. But that injury kind of made me feel differently. I began to realize that if I just had one person that I really dug, and that's the way I feel about you, that everything would work out. I'd feel a whole lot better. That's the way I feel right now. I really do. As long as I've got you, I get the feeling that I don't ever need anybody else. It's a good feeling."
"Are you really sincere about that?"
"Yes, I am. But how about you? You probably want to ball with other guys."
"No, I don't"
"I hate to say it, but I've heard quite a few things about you since I've been in the hospital," he shook his head.
"I guess gossip gets around all over."
"Oh, some of the people were over. You know. Some of my team-mates. A few girls."
"I won't deny it," Sheri said. "I did hit a pretty wild streak. But you know something. I think when all is said and done I want to just have one person. You're the person I want to have sex with, darling. Nobody else."
"You mean you don't want to go that wild routine any more?"
"No, I don't. I want you, baby. Let's just keep it at that."
"You know, I'm feeling better already," he laughed. "I was starting to feel kind of dismal about the whole thing. I knew that I was thinking more and more about you, and I was afraid that you had other guys on your mind as well. I even heard about you having sex with Grace Bailey."
"That's true, too."
"She's a beautiful gal. I can see why you two got together. But I hope that now we can operate strictly as a twosome."
"That's the only way I want to have it. As I said before, I learned my lesson. I really did."
"That's so g-eat, honey. Now I'm gonna just pull those shorts of mine off, and then undress you."
Sheri watched with wide-eyed enthusiasm as her lover pulled off his shorts. He then pulled back the covers, after which he threw his arms around Sheri's body.
"I want to smother you in my arms, then with my kisses," he said.
Several hot, jolting lip kisses later, he was ready to go further.
"Just be careful," Sheri said as he began to undress her. "Just make sure you don't reinjure that knee. I think if you play it cool, you're gonna have a successful career as a college football player. Won't it be great to get a scholarship?"
"No sweat, honey. I'm not gonna blow that. I know what I'm doing. The knee is healing fast. I really dig you, honey."
Once that Ken succeeded in removing Sheri's panties, he thrust his cock forward. Uncontrollably he planted it inside her pussy.
"Ah, I've come home to the pussy I love," he sighed.
As Ken kept on working his penis lustily inside his lover's mound, he reached forward and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He kept up his simultaneous activity, driving his cock inside Sheri's mound while his tongue collided with hers.
Back and forth he thrust his hips, putting everything he had into every plunging stab as he fucked her. All the while he was driving his tongue with greater enthusiasm inside her mouth.
A few timely strokes later, Ken discovered that he was moving ever closer to climax. The white heat was surfacing more rapidly and profoundly than ever inside his cock and balls.
"Oh, I'm set to unload," he said, "oh, baby. I feel so good. Oh, darling."
A few moments later the juices began to shoot uncontrollably out of the end of his pecker. As he enjoyed his satisfying orgasm, he plunged his tongue once more inside Sheri's mouth.
As their tongues collided with great eagerness, Sheri realized what a lucky girl she was to have someone like Ken.
Never again, she told herself, would she foolishly experiment in the manner that she had before. No, she was going to see to it that her relationship with Ken endured meaningfully.
