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Copyright (C) 1999, Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

   Original posting date: Wednesday PM, July 07, 1999

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: sherri.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com



   Sherri

   by Spangles Muldoon

   spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com



   I really didn't like Sherri.  I tolerated her, though, because Kevin
wanted to fuck her, and he would have done the same for me.  Admittedly, he
had made absolutely no progress towards doing that yet, so he agreed to
drive her to Stillwater one weekend to visit some of her friends.  He
figured he could gain some major points with her by doing that, not to
mention getting to spend a lot of time with her during the trip.

   Two days before he was supposed to take her, he ran his car up on a huge
pile of gravel that the Department of Transportation had put beside the
road.  He was drunk when he did it, of course.  The car had made a valiant
effort to climb the gravel pile, but couldn't make it.  It was sitting
halfway up the gravel pile, buried up to the frame, and gravel was covering
the car about halfway down the hood.

   I went out there with him the next afternoon to get it down.  It took
several attempts using the pickup and a chain to get it.  When we got it
down, it had all four headlights busted, a bent tie rod, and the oil pan
was bent and hitting the crank.  It was obvious he wasn't going to drive
her to Stillwater.  He didn't have enough time to get the car fixed, not to
mention the fact that he didn't have enough money to do it.  He asked me to
drive them to Stillwater.

   It wasn't something I wanted to do.  I really didn't want to spend that
much time with Sherri.  Stillwater was half way across the state, and there
was nothing in it for me.  Still, it is something that he would probably do
for me under the same circumstances, so I told him I would think about it.
Kevin called Sherri that night, and as soon as he hung up Sherri called me.
She said that she and Kevin would cover all the expenses for the trip, and
that she would get me a date with a girl who had a reputation for being
'easy' when we got there.  I was skeptical, for more reasons than one, but
with some more prodding from both Kevin and Sherri, I reluctantly agreed to
take them.

   I picked up Kevin at six thirty Saturday morning, and we were at
Sherri's house in Weatherford by seven.  She was apparantly watching for
us, because she was coming out the door before I even got the car stopped.
I thought it was a little bit curious when I saw her come out, because she
was looking a lot better than usual.  She had her hair done, had makeup on,
and was dressed in a short, black skirt and a black tank top.  She was
really looking good for that time of the morning.  Hell, she was looking
good for any time.  She got in the front seat between me and Kevin, and we
hit the highway.  Within a half hour, they were both asleep.

   I didn't stop until I got to Oklahoma City.  I pulled in to a McDonalds,
and only then did they wake up.  Sherri was annoyed that we had stopped,
because she wanted to go on to Stillwater.  I told her that I was tired and
hungry, and hadn't had a nap like they had.  We went in and got coffee and
food, and all the while we were there, Sherri seemed nervous and antsy. 
She really wanted to get to Stillwater, and I was beginning to wonder what
was really going on.

   The rest of the trip was pretty much uneventful.  Kevin and Sherri dozed
on and off all the way.  I tried to keep my eyes on the road and off of
Sherri's short skirt and her tits.  Her skirt had ridden up pretty high,
and she obviously didn't have on any hose.  Her nips were clearly visible
through her tight fitting top.  If she wasn't such a bitch, I might have
been interested in fucking her myself.  She normally didn't look this good.
Occasionally, as she repositiined herself, her clothes would shift, giving
me a bit more view, but never enough to see any of the parts I was
interested in seeing.  Real close a couple of times, but she always noticed
it and adjusted her clothes before they got too revealing.

   When we got to Stillwater, Sherri gave me directions to a house just a
few blocks west of downtown.  This is where it began to get interesting. 
It turned out that the friends she had wanted to see was really just one
friend in particular.  A long-time boyfriend of hers, actually, who had
moved to Stillwater when he changed schools from Southwestern Oklahoma
State in Weatherford to Oklahoma State in Stillwater.  Kevin was major
pissed.  He thought he had a chance with her, and here she had a boyfriend
all along, and she had no interest in him other than as transportation to
go see her boyfriend.  After a lot of yelling, Kevin left the house on foot
and walked towards town.  I started to follow him, but figured he needed
time to cool down.  Besides, I knew where to find him.  He would be in the
first bar he came to.

   As it turned out, Sherri was pissed, too, because her boyfriend wasn't
there.  He knew she was coming, and he was supposed to be there.  It took
some prodding of his room mates for her to find out why he wasn't there,
and by the time she did find out, it was mid-afternoon.  Turns out that her
boyfriend had been arrested the night before for being drunk in public,
which in itself was bad enough, but he had also charged with solicitation
of prostitution and possession of marijuana.  She didn't really mind the
drunk or possession charges, but she was major pissed about the
solicitation charge.  After all, he knew she was coming, and he knew that
she would give him some when she got there.  He wouldn't be out of jail
until at least Monday, if even then.  Sherri started drinking.  I was ready
to go home.  I knew that the ride home would be less than pleasant.  Both
Kevin and Sherri were pissed, and they would both be drunk.  I hoped they
would pass out on the way and sleep until we got home.  Problem was, I had
to go find Kevin before I could even think about leaving.

   After a few drinks, Sherri got on the phone and set up a date for me
like she had promised.  I would have preferred to forget the whole thing
and head home.  Sherri was pretty drunk by then, and she told me that she
had promised me a date with a girl who put out, and that she always kept
her promises.  She had set it up for me to take this girl to the drive in.
Shit.  I was planning on being back home about the time the drive in
started.  Now it looked like I would be in Stillwater all damn night. 
Still, I was tired, and wasn't really looking forward to trying to drive
home that night with two drunk, hostile passengers.  Besides, maybe this
girl really did put out.

   Sherri gave me directions to the girl's house.  Her name was Dawn, and
Sherri told me she would be watching for me.  I pulled up in front of the
house, and was about to get out of the car and go to the door when the door
opened and Dawn started down the sidewalk.  I almost put the car in gear
and floorboarded it, but she had her hand on the car door before I could.
This was not a good looking girl.  This, my man, was an ugly woman. 
Period. End of story.  I should have suspected as much.

   Dawn was about nineteen or thereabouts.  She was a wrong side of the
tracks girl, no doubt about it.  Her hair needed to be combed, but I don't
think you could get a comb in it.  Her dress needed ironing, she had on no
makeup, and her glasses had gone out of style years ago.  She was about
five foot seven or so, and while not really fat, she was certainly
overweight, with no curves to speak of.

   She was nice enough, and had a really good personality.  I was actually
having fun with her, and I wasn't bothered by it too much because nobody in
town knew me.  There was no chance that anybody who knew me would see me
with her.  When we got to the drive in, I went to the snack bar to get us
some Cokes and popcorn.  I got back just as the previews started, and
immediately noticed that she had moved to the middle of the car seat, which
put her right next to me when I got in.

   She took a long drink of her Coke, more than I thought was humanly
possible.  I took a few sips of mine, and was watching the previews.  When
she finished taking her drink, she rummaged around in her purse and pulled
out a pint of dark rum.  She refilled her Coke cup from it and offerred the
bottle to me.  I poured about a shot in my cup and handed the bottle back
to her.  She stuck it back in her purse.  "Let me know if you want more."
she said.

   We sat there and watched the movie, sipping our drinks for a while. 
Actually, I was sipping mine.  She was chugging hers.  She very casually
dropped her free hand to my crotch.  I hadn't even so much as put my arm
around this girl, and she had her hand on my crotch.  It looked like Sherri
had been right.  I sat my Coke down, and she followed suit.  I put my arm
around her shoulder, and she started working on getting my zipper down. 
She obviously had some practice at it, because she got it down quickly, and
had her hand inside before I even knew what was happening.

   She worked my dick out of my pants, and started jacking it very slowly
and gently, using only two fingers and her thumb.  Damn.  I had never been
with a girl who was this aggressive.  I reached over and started feeling
her tit through her dress.  She had more than a handful, and I was certain
that despite her relatively young age, they were probably already saggy
without a bra.  Her top part of dress buttoned up the front, so I began
working my way down the buttons, unbuttoning each of them in turn.  The
buttons stopped at her waist.

   I put my hand inside her opened dress, and managed to get my hand inside
her bra.  I worked my way into her bra until I could reach her nipple.  It
was huge, about like the tip of my little finger.  When I got it between my
fingers and started rubbing and squeezing it, she increased the attention
she was giving my dick.  I moved my hand out of her bra, and was going to
try to get it unfastened, but as soon as I moved she bent over and put her
head in my lap.  She licked my painfully hard dick up and down, then
flicked the tip of it with her tongue.  Slowly, gradually, she took my dick
in her mouth, sliding down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. 
Damn.  I had not even so much as kissed this girl, and she had my entire
dick in her mouth.  Hell, I didn't even know her last name.

   She began a slow, steady, up and down motion, stroking the full length
of my dick with her mouth.  When she had it all in her mouth, she had this
tongue action that was driving me insane.  It was not going to take much of
that to make me come, and I told her that.  "Dawn, if you keep that up,
you're going to make me come.", I said.  She quit sucking me and lifted her
head.  "That's okay," she said, "I don't mind that at all.  On the other
hand, though, maybe you'd like to shoot it someplace else?" She sat up and
lifted her dress, revealing no panties.  She laid back on the seat as best
she could and opened her legs.  It was an invitation I was not going to
refuse.

   I moved over on top of her and started to guide my dick to her entrance,
but she beat me to it.  She guided my dick to her hole and started the head
of it inside her, then moved her hand away.  I paused for a moment with
just the head of my dick inside her, then pushed forward, burying my dick
full length into her on the first stroke.

   I immediately started fucking her hard and fast.  I made no effort at
all to make her come, nor did I really give a shit if she did or not.  Her
pussy wasn't tight, and had almost no sensation or feel to it, but it still
felt pretty good.  My balls were already heavy and tight, and I knew this
was going to be a huge come for me.  Kinky situations always made me come
hard, and this certainly qualified for that.  I hadn't even kissed this
girl, didn't know her last name, had only met her a couple of hours ago,
and here I was fucking her.

   She humped against me as best as she could in the confined area.  She
was a moaner, and I found it a little bit distracting, but at the same
time, kind of a turn on.  I had never been with a moaner before.  I knew I
couldn't hold out for long, and decided to not even try to.  I increased my
already fast pace, and began fucking her even harder and faster.  Her head
was actually bouncing on the car seat as I pounded into her, and she was
pushed closer to the passenger door every time I bottomed my dick inside
her.  A few more strokes, and her head was driven between the car seat and
the arm rest, and the top of her head was hard against the door.  Each
stroke drove her harder against the door, and she gave a little cry of pain
every time I bottomed out in her.  I wasn't about to stop, though, and I
don't think she wanted me to.

   I felt my come starting through my dick, so I buried my dick in her to
the hilt.  My first shot blasted into her, making her moan louder than
ever. I paused for a split second, then started fucking her again.  Each
time my balls hit against her ass, another shot of sperm blasted into the
bottom of her cunt.  I kept it up until I could go no longer, and until
every drop of sperm I had was inside her pussy.  I collapsed on top of her,
breathing very hard.  I stayed there until I caught my breath, then got of
of her and rearranged my clothes.  She sat up and started getting dressed
as well.

   She took a long drink of her Coke and sat silently for a moment.  Then
she turned to me and said "I hope you won't be too disappointed, but would
it be possible to call it night?  I have to get up early and go to work
tomorrow, and I really need to get home." "Not a problem," I said, "I have
a long drive to make tomorrow myself."

   I was glad she had called it a night.  The movie had only been going
about forty five minutes, but I had already achieved more than I expected,
and the evening was sure to go downhill from there.  We certainly had
little if anything to talk about, and I wouldn't be recharged for another
round for a while.  I took her home and did the customary "I'll call
you..." bit, even though we both known it was bullshit.  I was back at
Sherri's friends house before ten o'clock.  That had to be some kind of
record.  I know it was for me, to go from meeting to fucking to taking her
home in less than three hours.  Hell, you can't get it done that fast with
a hooker.

   Sherri was surprised to see me back so soon.  She had obviously been
drinking the entire time I had been gone, and was pretty well lit by then.
Kevin had still not made it back, and I was not in the mood to go looking
for him.  I had actually planned on being back home by this time, and here
I was still in Stillwater.  I planned on crashing where ever I could and
heading back first thing in the morning.

   Sherri was really, really, drunk, much more than I had ever seen her
before, although admittedly I hadn't been around her all that much.  She
asked me what had happened with Dawn, more of a comment than a question,
actually.  She said "I guess you and Dawn didn't hit it off?" "She's really
not my type.", I said, not admitting or denying anything.  "Shame." She
said.  "I thought sure it would work out for you." She started to turn, and
stumbled when she did, falling on the couch.  She didn't get up.  She sat
there for a short while, and her eyes slowly closed, then she was out like
a light.

   The bad part was that the couch was where I was planning on sleeping
myself.  I didn't know the people who lived here, and I wasn't really too
keen to just go find a bedroom and go to bed.  I took a quick stroll
through the house to see if anybody was at home that I could ask. 
Naturally, there wasn't.  I did find a den in the back of the house,
though, and it had a sofa in it.  I decided that I would sleep there.

   I went back to the living room to check on Sherri.  I looked down at
her, and almost automatically my dick began to harden.  Even though I had
only shot my load a couple of hours earlier, the thought of fucking Sherri
brought me back hard again.  I reached down and felt her tits through her
top, and got absolutely no reaction.  I pulled her skirt up higher, and
placed my hand on the crotch of her panties.  Still no reaction.  I opened
her legs wide, placing one of her feet on the back of the couch and the
other on the floor.  Her panties stretched tight, outlining her pussy.  I
got on to position on the couch, and opened my pants.  I moved her panties
aside, and fingered her pussy a little.  She wasn't really all that wet,
but I figured she was wet enough for me to get inside her.  I laid down on
top of her, and used one hand to hold her panties aside and the other to
guide my dick inside her.  It actually took me several strokes to get all
the way inside her, but she still hadn't made a sound or a move.

   I was very concerned that somebody might come in while I was doing her,
which only added to my excitement.  I stroked in and out of her gently for
a while, really enjoying the feel of her pussy.  She was really pretty
tight, much tighter than my earlier piece that evening.  Fucking her slowly
was not an option I had at the moment, though, so I began to fuck her as
hard as I dared to.  The pressure in my balls built quickly, and I soon
flooded her pussy with my come, sending shot after shot deep inside her,
until there was no more left in me.

   At about that same instant, I heard the front door open.  I pulled out
of her instantly, and made a run for the den.  Once there, I made my way
back down the hall and peeked into the living room to see who had come in.
As I looked around the corner, I saw Kevin.  He looked around the room a
little, then walked (well, staggered, actually...) over to the couch. 
Sherri was still in the same position I had left her in.  He looked at her
for a while, and I knew all too well what he was thinking as he did.  When
he reached down to unzip his pants, I knew I was right.

   He got into position on top of her, and did exactly what I had done,
burying his dick in her all the way on the first stroke.  He went in easier
than I had, since her pussy was well lubed with my come.  He didn't
hesitate at all, and began to pound into her with all his might.  He was
too drunk to worry about whether she might wake up or not.  Due to the
effects of the alcohol on him, he pounded into her for much longer than I
thought possible.  I could tell he was getting close to coming, though, and
I soon saw him bury his dick inside her and freeze.  I knew he had just
shot his first spurt of come in her.  He hesitated for a moment, then began
to fuck her again.  I knew instinctively that each thrust he made into her
after that planted more of his seed inside her, where it mixed with mine.
When he had finished, he collapsed on top of her.  He had what he wanted. I
went back to the den and fell asleep on the couch.

   It was the screaming that woke me up.  Apparently, Kevin had passed out
on top of Sherri with his dick still inside her.  When she woke up, she
went ballistic.  She knew that she had been fucked by Kevin, but she didn't
know that I had fucked her too.

   The ride home that afternoon was dead silent.  Sherri was major pissed
at Kevin.  Kevin was so hung over that he really didn't want to talk, and I
was just stealing glances at Sherri as I drove, knowing that my seed was
inside her, too.  I regretted that I never got a look at her pussy or her
tits, but what the hell.

   I never saw Sherri again after that trip.  Kevin only saw her one more
time.  He saw her in court when she filed a paternity suit against him.  He
fought it, of course, since he knew that she had a boyfriend at the time.
He took a blood test, which proved conclusively that he couldn't have been
the baby's father.  Who was?  Well, it could have been the boyfriend, but I
heard that Sherri had never seen him again after the little stunt he pulled
in Stillwater.  All I can say is draw your own conclusions.























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