Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: Cheryl
Summary: a classmate looking for some fun 
Keywords: MF
 
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erotica.  Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines
against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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   Cheryl 8/15/97



   I had been what I thought was staring discretely at this girl for a
couple of days, ever since the beginning of criminology class.  For the
longest time most of the class thought she was deaf, the only communication
she ever exhibited was sign language.  She stayed to herself, "talking"
only to a couple of guys who knew sign.  I couldn't help but notice her the
first time I saw her, she was exquisite.  Not really gorgeous, but
certainly pretty.  Her name was Cheryl and she had long, frizzy dark blonde
hair and a pretty, innocent looking face.  Her eyes were a pure blue color,
and she generally wore tight blue jeans and a sweater of some kind with her
brown leather penny loafers and thick cotton socks that gave her a "good
girl" look.

   For whatever reason, I was immensely attracted to her, but I had
convinced myself that we wouldn't work together.  For starters, I didn't
even know sign language.

   A couple of weeks later, all that changed.

   "How old are you?" I heard a sweet voice ask as I studied in the common
area outside the library.  I looked up to find Cheryl leaning over my
table. She and her friend had taken the table next to mine as I studied and
I hadn't noticed.

   "Nineteen," I answered, shocked that she had just spoken, but doing my
best to control the surprise on my face.  She leaned back to her table,
returning to her conversation with her friends without so much as a second
look.  I stared at her for a moment, amazed that I had just heard her
voice.

   I continued to watch her for the next couple of days, not sure of what
my next move should be.  Every one else in the class seemed to be equally
shocked at her sudden speech ability.  During a review for the first exam,
she seemed to know all the answers, talking as freely as if she had done it
all semester long.

   The next day, she completed her exam before me and left before she had
gotten her grade.  I stayed, fairly sure I knew where I would be able to
find her.

   I was pleased with my first test grade of the class, and I felt rather
confident, like I could accomplish about anything.  As I came around the
corner of the library, I saw her sitting with the guys from class.  All the
confidence I had just found quickly disappeared.  I instantly felt my
stomach sink, and a nervous, nauseous feeling came over come me.  I stared
for a moment deciding what I should do, run or face the fire.  I knew I
wouldn't be able to live with my self if I ran.  Nervously I slowly walked
over to her, fighting hard to resist the bitter fear that was quickly
surging through my veins.

   "Hey," she greeted, pulling out a Marlboro Red and lighting it with an
intricately decorated Zippo, "how'd you do on the test?"

   "Ninety-eight," I said, guessing she probably did better.

   "Damn," she replied," I didn't even answer five or six questions.  I
sure as hell didn't want to stay for my grade."

   "You got a class to go to now?" she asked, finishing her cigarette, and
looking up at where I stood.

   "No," I replied, " I'm pretty much done for the day." Usually girls who
smoked turned me off, but for some reason they gave this girl an arousingly
contradictory look, 'a good girl gone bad' kind of thing.

   "Good, you can keep me company." She didn't really say it as a request,
but more of a command, " I don't feel like going to class, and my cars in
the shop.  I got to wait around until my dad comes to get me at four." I
sat down by her, not really knowing why.  "What's your name?"

   "Cole," I replied, noticing the light freckles on her creamy, smooth
skin.  Her face was flawless, and her eyes were captivating.

   " I'm Cheryl," she said, lighting up another cigarette.  "'You smoke?"
she questioned.

   "No," I admitted.

   "Good," she said as she took a deep drag, blowing the smoke from her
mouth, "Don't start.  Nasty habit.  I wish I could quit."

   We talked for an hour, exchanging personal information and idle
chitchat. She was studying to be a civilian investigator for the Navy, and
her truck was in for an engine repair that had already taken two weeks more
than it was supposed to.  She had just gotten out of the hospital for
throat surgery just before the beginning school, and hadn't been able to
speak until about a week ago.

   She then went on to tell me a little about her social life.  She lived
with her dad and step mom, who she absolutely could not stand.  She told me
how they got into fights almost every day.

   "I hope you don't mind bitches," she said after a story of their most
recent fight, "because I'm one of the biggest around."

   "No, not really," I lied.  The truth was I had just ended a relationship
with one.  But Cheryl didn't seem anywhere as bad as her, just demanding
enough to make me want her bad.

   After a little while, I was getting a little tired of just sitting.  If
she got her way, I would wait there until her dad came to pick her up a
couple hours later.  I liked her a lot, but I really didn't feel like
waiting that long.  "You want a ride home?" I asked, hoping this time she
would say yes.

   "If you want to drive all the way to Deltona, sure."

   "Sure, it's not that far," I answered, gathering up all my stuff and
standing up.  We walked to the parking lot, talking about nonsense the rest
of the way.

   "You have a boyfriend?" I asked on the way to her house.  I couldn't
believe that I actually had the courage to ask her if she wanted a ride
home.  I was usually a coward when it came to members of the opposite sex,
and I was feeling pretty lucky, having this gorgeous creature sitting in my
car, only a few inches away, her flowery perfume filling my senses, and
arousing me.

   "No," she answered, "We broke up a couple of months ago.  He cheated on
me."

   "I know how it feels," I said, " that's what happened to my last
relationship."

   "The sex was good while it lasted," she said, " but now I'm really
starting to miss it."

   "I know what you mean," I agreed, thinking the same thing.  I hadn't
gotten laid in five months, and I was really starting to feel the strain.

   We talked casually the rest of the way, she directed me to where she
lived.  It really didn't seem as far away as she made it seem.  As we
pulled up in the driveway of her house, she thanked me for the ride home.

   "You want to come inside for a little while," she asked as she gathered
her books and slid the seat back.

   "Sure," I agreed, shutting off the engine and getting out.

   Her home was new, and decorated in light colors.  "Go ahead and have a
seat," she invited after she unlocked the door and threw her books on the
cream colored couch, walking down a hall to the kitchen, "make yourself at
home."

   I shut the front door behind me and sat down on the biggest of the three
couches in the front room.  I looked around nervously until Cheryl
reappeared with a couple of wine coolers.

   "Here," she said, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch.

   "Thanks," I took the drink, and opened it, sipping it casually.

   "So how long have you and your girl friend been broken up?" she asked,
taking another deep swallow of her wine cooler and put it on the coffee
table in front of us.

   "About five months," I answered, doing the same.

   "You been with anyone since then?" she asked naturally.

   "No," I said, "just looking for the right girl, I guess."

   "Yeah, me too," she chuckled, her eyes getting dark as she scooted a bit
closer on the couch.  "It really sucks not getting any for that long,
doesn't it?"

   "Oh, yeah," I agreed.  I was beginning to understand now, and I leaned
closer, our eyes met briefly, the spark of attraction unmistakably charging
air between us.  My eyes closing as our lips touched, her lips were as soft
as satin, and it felt like mine were on fire as the warmth of her tongue
flooded my mouth and made my whole body come instantly alive.  I felt a
little foolish for not understanding before, but now that I did, I agreed
whole heatedly.

   Within moments, we were wrapped deep in an embrace of passion, soul
kissing, and struggling to control ourselves even a little, but ultimately
failing.  She pushed me down onto the yielding couch as our mouths collided
like two starved predators, our hands roaming greedily across each others
body, groping and fondling, desperate to fulfill our own selfish passions
and desires.

   We broke reluctantly, gasping for breath.  She looked down at me from
her position above me on the couch, her blue eyes hot with lust and pent-up
passion.

   "I need you," she whispered heatedly, "I'm yours to do with what ever
you need."

   I smiled as she sat up so she was resting on me.  She smiled when she
felt my already solid masculinity.  She sat up fully, and lifted the cream
colored sweater from her body, revealing her immense breasts restrained
only by a cream colored bra, reinforced to hold back the weight of her
substantial tits.  I struggled to sit up, kissing her neck and chest as I
worked my T-shirt off, revealing my bare chest.  Her skin felt like the
softest silk as we pressed together, returning to our desperate kiss, more
passionate and untamed than before.  My hand slipped around her back,
unclipping her bra and pulling the straps off her shoulders.  With a little
help, I had her bra off, my chest pressing against her naked tits, igniting
fires of lust as our nipples rubbed together like two ends of an
electrified wire.

   Slowly I moved lower, drowning her neck in fiery kisses, moving lower,
caressing her large breasts with feverish licks.  I cupped her tits in my
hands, lifting each nipple to my mouth in turn as our hips gyrated in
rhythm concealed in our constricting jeans.  Cheryl moaned above me, caught
in the rapture of pure carnal ecstasy.  My tongue flicked wickedly across
her coarse nipple, sending needles of ecstasy shooting throughout her body
as she held my head fast against her breasts.

   As I caressed her mountainous tits, my hands slipped down to her jeans,
unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down.  Together, we managed to work
her pants off without ever haven broken our connection.  Now she sat on top
of me, totally nude save for her thin high cut panties and thick cotton
socks.  I rolled her over beneath me, my weight now pressing on her bare
body.  I took in her stunning form, her elegantly curving legs, her just
wide enough hips, her thin torso and enormous breasts.  This girl was as
close to perfection as was humanly possible, and she was giving me the
honor of pleasuring her.  I was honored beyond words, and I would fulfill
my duty with the greatest delight, satisfying her every need and want, her
every fantasy completely.

   She looked up, her eyes following me meticulously as I positioned my
self between her eager spread legs.  I carefully removed her panties,
sliding them off her smooth, flawless legs, enjoying the opportunity to
remove the last article of this insatiable creature's clothing.  Once it
was free of her still socked feet, I lowered my head in homage to her lower
lips, spreading them gently apart with my fingers as my tongue danced
around the edges, tempting her cruelly before slowly working my way in,
easing my tongue through her inner lips and flicking her vulva and sucking
her deeply.  Cheryl writhed in pleasure as I assaulted her cunt with the
skill of an adept professional.  She cringed as I dipped my rough tongue
deep into her hole, stroking her flooded inner walls and viciously sucking
her clit.  Within seconds, Cheryl's hips were grinding against my mouth as
she groaned aloud, urging me on with her guttural cries of desire.  I
slowed my pace down, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, but leaving her
hanging.  Slowly I increased it again, driving her wild with each stroke of
my strong tongue.  Her pussy was sweet, like pure wild honey, and bubbled
with the intense heat generated by her lust.

   As my pace increased, I caressed her tight bottom with my hands, a
couple of my fingers found there way to her tight bottom hole.  Slickening
one with Cheryl's own dripping juices, I carefully eased my finger inside
her elastic opening, cautiously pushing it deeper into her ass until I slid
down to the knuckle.  I began finger fucking her ass, my tongue still
digging deep into her oozing slit.  It was too much for her, and she came,
hard and loud, crying out in the agony of overwhelming delight that crushed
her soul like a building, collapsing her nerves and toppling her control
down form the base.

   "OH, YESS!" she screamed, "Eat my fucking pussy!  Eat me!  OHH!  I'm
coming!  I'm coming!  YESSSSSS!  OHHHH YESSSSSS!"

   Cheryl shuddered on the couch as the last twinges of her fierce orgasm
seared her body and left her utterly satiated.  She slowly regained control
of her breathing and managed to open her eyes, still heavy with desire.

   "Why are you still wearing your pants?" she asked, her voice rough with
her exertion, "Give me your fucking cock!"

   I gladly obeyed, stripping of my shoes and pants quickly and presenting
my painfully hard cock to her.  She smiled, gripping it firmly and stroking
it a couple of times.  My knees weakened as her strong hand slid up and
down my taught shaft, bringing forth a drop of precum.  She smiled up at
me, her eyes once again filled with her undeniable lust.

   "Mmmm, not too bad," she said aloud as she licked the drop of precum,
"it'll do."

   Slowly her tongue slid around my cock like a boa wrapping its prey in
its coils, squeezing the life out of it.  Her tongue was like steel as it
curled around my dick, her mouth following as I eased myself down on the
opposite end of the couch.  She followed me, her mouth clamped tight to me,
never once separating as we moved.  I watched from between my spread legs
as the girl whom I had only met a few hours ago took my prick into her
mouth, sucking as if she knew just where every nerve of my cock was.  She
was amazing, each stroke of her skilled tongue brought new plateaus of
ecstasy to me while groan after groan of pleasure escaped my lips.  Her
mouth rode my erect pole like a piston, her tongue busily searching my cock
for new areas of sensitivity while her mouth sucked it, caressing it's
receptive, vulnerable belly, making me beg to cum in her.  Her hands
caressed my nuts as her mouth moved lower, even replacing her hands as it
took in first one then the other testicle as she gently but insistently
drove me out of my mind.

   Slowly and seductively, she flipped me over so now I was on top, and
gripped her chest, signaling for me to lay my nearly spewing shaft between
her tits.  "Fuck my tits," she said hoarsely, her voice so full of lust she
could barely form the words.

   I obeyingly placed my cock between her white melons, and watched in awe
as Cheryl wrapped it in a blanket of female flesh.  My tip barely cleared
the top of her artificial cavern as Cheryl's saliva lubricated the tube.  I
tried to control my self as I began my gyrations into her breasts, but I
soon found it impossible, my cock nearing the bursting point with each
stroke.  Cheryl's thick, red tongue snaked out and licked my head each time
it cleared the top of her tits, and between that and the tight grip her
tits had on my cock, my orgasm over took me in a Coleer of minutes.

   As soon as I felt the tingles of my impending climax, my pace quickened.
Cheryl knew too, and opened her mouth wide.  My orgasm slammed into me like
a semi-truck, hitting me with the force of a thousand horses as wave after
wave of hard, fleshly pleasure blasted against me.  I could feel each
volley of cum as it slid up my spewing prick, approaching the tip.  Just as
it did, I quickly slid out of Cheryl's fierce grip and stuck my cock deep
inside her open mouth where she gladly finished me off, sucking deeply
until every mind dissolving missile of jizz jetted into her thirsty mouth
and down her ravenous throat.

   As my orgasm subsided, I slumped, against the back of the couch, sliding
down next to Cheryl.

   "God damn, you taste so good," she said, glimpsing my limp cock, "I
guess you're out of commission for a couple of minutes, huh?"

   I groaned in agreement, my body drained from the exhausting workout.

   Her hand slipped down to her furry apex.  I watched in amazement as she
slipped two fingers deep inside her bubbling snatch, causing heavy moans of
pleasure to come from her parted pink lips.  She closed her eyes and
pinched her nipple with her free hand as she continued to finger herself,
each stroke leaving her more and more breathless, and me more and more
aroused.  Within minutes, her constant fingering had brought her to an
orgasm, leaving her panting and moaning, and my prick at full attention.

   Cheryl opened her eyes, looking down at my rock hard member.  "Ready?"
she said, smiling as she gripped it firmly once again.

   "Uh huh," I groaned and moved to penetrate her missionary style.

   "No," she said, resisting, and moving from beneath me, " how much fun is
that?"

   I couldn't move as she positioned her self against the back of the
couch, her ass sticking out and offering a clear invitation for
penetration.

   I eagerly moved in behind her, fingering her soaked cunt, preparing it
for invasion.  I smeared the extra lubricant across her ass, slipping a
finger once again inside, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure from its owner.


   I removed my finger and slowly slid my cock between Cheryl's legs, her
hand guiding me inside her.  Her pussy was loose, but as I deliberately
began my gyrations, the feeling of intense ecstasy returned to me.  I
fucked her pussy as she crooned beneath me, urging me to continue.

   "Oh my god," she gasp, "You feel sooo good in me.  Please don't stop,
please fuck me, fuck my cunt fucking hard!"

   I slid in a couple more times, then quickly with drew, pressing the tip
of my cock against that of her anus before pushing in to the hilt.  I
stroked her ass a couple of more times before returning to her feverish
snatch, and fucking it once more.

   I repeated this maneuver a few more times until I thought I would
explode from the deep delight.  I quickly returned to her pussy, looking
over to the front door.  I was delighted to see every stroke I made into
Cheryl's lose snatch as her mirror reflected our nude forms.  Our eyes met
in the mirror as we both concentrated on the erotic sight as our hips
collided.  I desperately fought off my orgasm wanting to make this moment
last as long as it could, and wanting desperately to make sure Cheryl had
been thoroughly pleasured first.  I didn't have to wait long.

   Cheryl began to groan as she watched intently in the mirror, her hips
meeting mine in a more and more desperate manner as her breathing deepened.
She gripped my hands close to her tits as my cock repeatedly ravaged her
body, and my balls swung freely into her ass.

   "Ohh, yesss!" Cheryl cried as her climax overtook her, pleasure beat at
her body from all angles and her muscles tightened in the ultimate release
of sexual pleasure she had ever felt.  Her throbbing pussy squeezed my cock
as she exploded; her juiced flowing down my prick and down my legs as I
lost control and exploded within her.

   I erupted like a volcano, spewing my load deep into her quaking cunt as
my orgasm over took me as it's penned up pleasure surged into my
bloodstream, sending the euphoric feeling coursing though out my very
being. My cock delivered such a load that it hurt to deliver it, shooting
my cum rocketing deep into Cheryl's climaxing cunt, deep into the thick,
wet being of my new lover.

   Cheryl came again as my cum shot into her, her hips continuing to ride
my dick like an piston, firing what felt like five hundred times a minute,
and delivering twice much bliss.

   I slowly pulled out, my dick dripping with the juices of our joining. 
Cheryl gladly sucked my dick into her mouth, cleaning it of it's slick
coating, and preventing it's shrinking while arousing in me a new craving,
a lust less desperate that before, but just as powerful.

   Despite my viscous climax, my dick still ached to fill her, and she
gladly excepted me again, pulling me between her spread legs and letting my
still raging hard prick slide into her warm, slippery cooze.  She was
nearly dry, and we gasp together as I slid down into the fiery dampness. 
Slowly we began our gyrations again, kissing lovingly as our hips gently
grinded against each other, filling us with renewed pleasure, and slow,
almost romantic ecstasy that was more erotic that before.

   As we fucked, we explored each other's body, kissing each other deeply,
and luxuriating in each other's flavor.  I suckled Cheryl's breasts,
bringing little cries of joy from her pouted lips as we mated.  She kissed
my eyes instinctively as I kissed her nape, my tongue massaging her neck as
my cock slid in and out of her now drewling cunt with long and relaxing
strokes, soothing her and filling her once again with erotic glee.  We
continued our leisurely screw for what seemed like the most pleasurable
hours of my life.  I had never experienced any thing like it, and as we
continued, I could feel my climax grow in side me, not hard and sharp like
before, but warm and comforting.  Cheryl's pussy sucked at my cock, and I
could feel her muscles tensing as her orgasms rippled through her, her
bristly bush now wet and sloppy from our constant fucking.  She continued
to climax beneath me with small ripple like orgasms that kept her purring
with the pleasure of the sexual act.  After nearly and hour of this slow,
sensuous sex, my orgasm finally crested, and as I pulled Cheryl close, her
warm inviting body buffeting mine as I came into her sopping cunt, my body
now drained of every ounce of energy.

   We both just lay there on the couch, unmoving.  My deflating cock still
filling her greedy snatch.  Whatever force had brought us together; I knew
I owed it a great deal of gratitude.  I lay with my new found lover, far
more gratified than I had ever thought possible, my head spinning from the
repeated acts of tremendous rapture.  I felt Cheryl stir on top of me, her
arms wrapping around my neck, and her body snuggling against me.  My eyes
closed as the gratified commencement of sleep took my body, and slowly I
slipped from consciousness, my last thoughts were that of love, that kind
that only Cheryl and I knew there on that couch wrapped in each other's
arms.