Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  Tightening my mouth, I sucked hard, and he began to rock his hips, sliding his erection in and out of my oral embrace. It stiffened to full hardness, losing its droop as it arched into a tight, upward curve. He continued to fuck my face, driving his cock deep and then sliding it out, where my tongue got a chance to swirl around the head before it urgently pressed back into me.

  His hands cupped my bra-encased breasts and squeezed them roughly, pinching my nipples hard through the layers of cloth. I groaned around his thick girth, as he played my body like a musical instrument.

  I reached up and fondled his balls, which were large and pendulous, swinging back and forth in their wrinkled sack, feeling like rubber eggs as I gently caressed them.

  He seemed to enjoy this, groaning as I teased his nuts. I got my first taste of his musky juice, lapping it away as it seeped from the tip. Moving one hand up to grip his root, I held him in place as I sucked and licked at the bulbous head, drawing more groans from his lips. Flexing the tip of my tongue into a point, I pressed it into his slotted hole, searching for more of his flavor. He moaned louder and squeezed my tits tighter, letting me know I was hitting the right spot.

  He began to fuck my mouth again, thrusting his hips against my face, driving his cock deep. I sucked him harder, wanting to make it feel like he was fucking a fifteen-year-old virgin, which I was sure he had done at least once in his life.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s nice,” he moaned, as his cock continued to slide through my mouth, in and out, drooling its sweet nectar onto my waiting tongue. His breathing picked up, and his hips jerked back and forth, and I knew he was close.

  Sure enough, a second later he grunted as he lodged his cock deep, squeezing my breasts hard. His cock throbbed strongly, and I actually felt his cum charging up through the shaft. A split-second later it spurted hard against my throat, and then continued to pulse out warm jets of his ejaculate into my mouth, filling me with its creamy warmth.

  I swallowed hard, and kept swallowing as he continued to climax, groaning and grunting out his pleasure.

  Finally, he was still, and his hands began to caress me as I licked his cock clean, searching out every last dollop of his cum and licking it away. To my amazement, it stayed hard, jutting like a tree branch into my mouth.

  “That was nice, sexy,” he said, “Your mouth is like magic. Let’s give your pussy a try.”

  He turned me around again, placing my ass on the edge of the table and pressing my legs back. Adjusting his hips, his cock lay along my gaping slit, becoming slick from my juices. He began to rock his hips gently, sawing his shaft through my cuntal cleft, teasing over my clit.

  Desire surged through me, but along with it came a twinge of fear. I had never had a cock this large inside of me, and both of my children had been born cesarean. I became convinced it was going to hurt.

  He changed the angle of his hips, and his swollen knob lodged into my entrance, beginning to stretch me open.

  “No, wait,” I said, reaching down to press my hand against his stomach.

  “Shh, just relax,” he said in a calm voice. He pushed slowly into me, and I felt my cunt opening up, pushed apart by his rigid thickness.

  “No, it’s too much.”

  “It’s not, you’ll see.”

  He kept pushing, and that huge column of flesh continued to slide into my tight, grasping cunt. A wave of pleasure washed over me, but underneath was a hot, sharp pain, as my pussy was stretched beyond any previous limits.

  “Oh god, it hurts.”

  “Shhhh.” His voice seemed to be inside my head, comforting me as his cock pushed past where Brent’s cock reached inside of me. I groaned at the newness of the sensation, my inner walls fluttering over his impaling thickness. I felt his cock hit something inside of me, and I pictured it nuzzling up against my womb. At the same time, my inner labia snugged up against the base of his cock, stretched tightly around his thick root, drooling out my fluids to coat him with slickness.

  Oh my god, he was all the way in. I felt his loose testicles tickle my sensitive ass cleft, as he packed my pussy full of engorged, male flesh. Just as I was beginning to relax, he jerked his hips and lodged tighter into me, making me cry out in a sharp yelp.

  He smiled down at me. “What did I tell you?”

  “Oh god, oh god, it feels so good.” I was panting as the pleasure washed over me.

  “And your pussy feels amazing. Nice and tight.” He reached down and undid a few buttons of my blouse, pulled it apart, and then tugged down my bra, allowing my full breasts to bounce free.

  “Sweet,” he said, “You are so damn hot.” He caressed my breasts, teasing the nipples as he stared down at me.

  “I used to dream about you doing this to me,” I said.

  He chuckled. “I thought I recognized that look on your face.”

  “Was I that obvious?”

  “No, but I’ve had a lot of practice seeing the signs.”

  “I would lie in my bed, looking at your poster and fingering my sixteen-year-old pussy.”

  “Oh god, that is so hot. You should have come to my concerts.”

  “I did. Several of them.”

  “Why didn’t you try to meet me after the show?”

  “I considered it. But I thought I was too young.”

  “At sixteen? I’ve had younger.”

  “I wish I would have.”

  “Ah well, we’re together now, and you’re just as hot.”

  “Ohh, fuck me.”

  He pinched my nipples and began to withdraw from my pussy, sliding out through my tight walls, which tried to keep him inside. I groaned loudly.

  When he reached the end he reversed direction, pushing my delicate tissues aside with his hard flesh, spreading me wide once again. He slid all the way in with one smooth thrust, and my legs curled up around his back, holding him to me.

  He began his rhythm, fucking me with slow, powerful strokes. I kept my legs tight, holding to him so I wouldn’t slide away on the table. His cock deliciously split me wide again and again, relentlessly burying itself into my tight quim. His hands roughly pawed at my breasts, abusing my nipples between his fingers as I cried out in pleasure.

  Reality tried to creep into my mind, as thoughts of my husband and children flitted across my brain. But I pushed them to the side, reveling in the pleasure my fantasy fucker was giving me. I would go back to being a good wife and mother later, but for now, I was a groupie slut, spreading my legs and pussy for this rock god. All those sweaty nights fingering my pussy, imagining what it would feel like to have Trey Rocket’s cock inside of me, and now I was finally experiencing the real thing.

  His body rocked between my spread legs, the musician in him finding the perfect rhythm for our coupling, driving his cock deep into my welcoming core. His hands slid under my calves and moved them up to rest on his shoulders, changing the angle of my pussy. This caused a fresh set of nerve endings to come in contact with his cock, and I cried out in pleasure, gripping his forearms tightly.

  He picked up speed, slamming his hips down against my upturned ass, causing his balls to slap audibly against my exposed ass hole. I moved my hands up to his back and raked my nails downward, following the curve of his spine up onto his ass, clutching at his working muscles. He groaned and leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard before teasing it between his teeth.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, gripping his ass tightly and pulling him hard into me. His cock filled and retreated, stretching me wide and then escaping out from my slippery clutches, only to repeat the cycle over and over, pummeling my lustful cunt.

  The world spun away as another orgasm ripped through me. It felt like bolts of electricity were crackling through my body. My pussy spasmed and throbbed around the thick cock impaling me, as I tried to hold back my cries, not wanting the whole office to know I was coming. He continued to fuck me, rocking my body with hard thrusts as it convulsed and jerked to my climax.

  Without giving me a chance
to rest, he withdrew and turned me over on my stomach. He lifted my hips and I spread my knees wide, keeping my ass low to the table. His strong hands guided me into the right position, and then he sheathed his cock into me from behind in one hard thrust.

  “Uhhhhh!” I cried, the pleasure overwhelming me. I was just coming down from one orgasm, and felt another one appear on the horizon. His hips slapped against the curve of my ass, driving his cock deep into my tight depths.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up, circling my throat with his other arm and lifting me up against him, keeping his hips moving. His lips breathed warm against my ear.

  “You want to know if I’m fucking her, don’t you?”

  “Who?” I gasped.

  “Liv. I saw you watching her.”

  I groaned.

  “She likes it up the ass,” he whispered. “Maybe someday I’ll fuck you like that.”

  I moaned again, too overwhelmed to speak.

  “Yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have my big cock in your ass.”

  “Oh god,” I breathed, my breasts jiggling with each hard thrust of his hips against my backside.

  “Tell me,” he whispered hotly against my skin.

  “Yessss, I want to feel you in my ass.”

  “I will. But not today. Today, you’re going to go home to your family. But some day in the future, I’m going to call you to me. And you’re going to come, because you’ll need my cock again.

  “Yesss,” I whined.

  “And perhaps Liv will join us. Would you like that?”

  I groaned in rhythmic grunts, matching the pace of his thrusts.

  “Yes, I think you would. Perhaps you can lick her pussy while I fuck your ass.”

  The image coalesced in my mind, and I found myself coming again, my cunt squeezing like a vise around the thick slab of flesh buried in its depths.

  “Uhhhgggggg!” I moaned, my face twisting into a grimace from the pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy blasted through me as my orgasm raged like a forest fire. My cunt rippled in powerful spasms as he groaned loudly and slid over the edge along with me.

  “Ahhhhh!” he cried, as he buried himself hard into me and began to convulse in pleasure. His cock swelled even thicker and pulsed hotly, sending jet after jet of hot seed against my spastic womb, filling up the depths of my cunt with its creamy warmth. His hands tightened in my hair and around my neck, using his strength to hold me to him as we shared the bliss of our mutual climaxes.

  Finally, we collapsed on the table, his body covering mine as we gasped for oxygen. I twisted underneath him, feeling his cock slide wetly out of me as I turned up to face him and kiss him hard, wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders.

  “Damn, baby,” he murmured, “you are one hot fuck.”

  I smiled and licked his lips. “You should have known me when I was sixteen.”

  He chuckled. “I wish I had.”

  We quickly rearranged our clothing, and I had just finished using Kleenexes to wipe up the mixture of our juices from the tabletop when there was a knock on the door.

  I opened it to see Stan there with a curious look on his face.

  “How’s it going?” he asked, looking between Trey and me.

  “We’re just going over the details,” I said. “I think we’re going to be a good fit for Mr. Rocket’s needs.”

  Stan smiled with satisfaction. “I knew you were the right choice for this, Janie.”

  “So it’s my account, right, even when Amy comes back?”

  “Of course. As long as Mr. Rocket is happy with that.”

  Trey smiled. “Delirious.”

  At that moment, Liv appeared at the door. “We ready to start back up?” she asked.

  I smiled at her, my eyes traveling down her body and appreciating her curves as my mind thought of things we might do together in the future.

  I did go home that night to my family, and after the kids went to bed I fucked Brent within an inch of his life. No, his cock couldn’t match up to Trey’s, but it wasn’t tiny either, and it fucked me like it belonged in my pussy. After we were done I felt better about my afternoon, knowing it wouldn’t affect what Brent and I had.

  But I also knew that I would be there whenever Trey wanted me, giving my body over to him as if I was that horny sixteen-year-old girl again. I wanted both – my family and my fantasy – and I was determined to have them.

  A month later, Trey called the office, asking for a meeting with the manager of his account, which was me. Instead of meeting in our offices, he asked that I come to his hotel room to discuss the situation with his agent.

  We spent the first five minutes going over his account, and the rest of the two hours exploring each other’s bodies. As I kneeled on the bed on my hands and knees, with Trey’s cock pressing into my ass, and my tongue worming into Liv’s pussy, I realized that my teenage fantasies had come true.

  # # #

  Reunion

  “Name, please?”

  “Anderson. Kyle Anderson.”

  The woman typed on her keyboard, and a second later looked up at me and smiled. “Yes, Mr. Anderson, your registration is all in order. One moment, and I’ll print your name tag.”

  “Thank you.”

  She hit some more keys, and a cardboard tag was spit from the printer next to her. She placed it in a plastic badge and handed it to me. “Here you go, Mr. Anderson. Enjoy the convention.”

  “Thanks again.”

  I pinned the card to the lapel of my suit jacket and entered the convention hall, feeling a buzz of excitement. This was the first time my company had sent me out alone to one of these things. I had only been working there six months, hired straight out of college, and it was an honor to know they trusted me with selecting the right software for our company.

  I cruised the booths, ignoring most of them since they weren’t selling what we needed. But the ones that were, I stopped to discuss specifics with the people there, taking all of their literature with the intention of studying it in my hotel room later.

  At one booth, a company called Dynatech, a pretty young blonde smiled as I walked up.

  “Good morning, sir. Welcome to Dynatech. Here’s one of our brochures. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.”

  She looked to be around my age, and had very large breasts which she had no problem showing off, wearing a blouse that revealed a lot of cleavage. This was typical at conventions, where every booth had a pretty girl out front trying to attract customers.

  I scanned the brochure quickly and then asked, “How many users can your system handle simultaneously?”

  She held her smile, but said, “I’m not sure.”

  “Okay, what type of hardware will I need to run it?”

  Still smiling, she replied, “I’m not sure about that either.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Okay.”

  “I’m sorry, the woman who’s supposed to answer the technical questions is running late. But she should be here soon.”

  “I’ll stop by later then.”

  The girl held out a business card. “Here’s her card. I’m sure she can help you.”

  I took it and glanced at the name. Erica Sanders. Erica. One of my favorite names. I smiled as the memories came back.

  “What’s your name?” the girl asked.

  “Kyle,” I replied. “What’s yours?”

  “Brandi. Kyle, I was wondering if you’d like to get together for a drink or something later this evening.”

  I gave her a smile. “That sounds very nice, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to say no.”

  She looked disappointed. “Girlfriend? Because I’m just looking to have some fun.”

  “Long story. But I really do appreciate the offer, Brandi.”

  Her smile returned. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

  “I certainly do.”

  I moved on, not believing I had just
passed up an opportunity with that gorgeous girl. But the truth was, it had only been five days since Hailey, my ex-fiancé, informed me that she was in love with someone else. So I wasn’t in the mood for female companionship.

  I spent the next couple of hours scouring the booths and talking a lot of technical talk. I had a few favorites in mind, and decided to call it quits for the day. But as I was walking out, I remembered Dynatech, and decided to swing by and see if this Erica Sanders was around.

  Brandi smiled when she saw me approaching.

  “Hi, Kyle. Change your mind?”

  I smiled back. “Sorry to say, no. I was wondering if Erica Sanders was around?”

  “She is, but she stepped away for a– Oh wait, here she is.” She looked past my shoulder.

  I turned to look at the woman standing there, and it took several seconds for the recognition to sink in.

  “Erica?”

  The long and dark-haired woman gave me a curious look. “Have we met?”

  I smiled. “It’s me, Kyle. Kyle Anderson.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “Kyle? I can’t believe it?’ She stepped close and hugged me tightly, then stepped back. “You’ve changed so much, I didn’t recognize you.”

  I grinned. “Well, it’s been nine years. You still look incredible.”

  I wasn’t lying. She looked amazing. Long, dark hair and a killer body. Even better than I remembered it.

  “Me? Look at you. All grown up into a hunk. Damn, you’re looking good.”

  My grin felt like it was stuck on. “Your last name is Sanders now?”

  Her smile faded for a split second, then came back. “Yeah, I got married.”

  “That’s great,” I said.

  “You two know each other?” Brandi decided to join the conversation.

  “Kyle and I go way back. We grew up a few blocks from each other.”

  I shook my head. “She’s not telling you the best part. She was also my babysitter.”

  Brandi grinned. “That’s sweet.”

  “Nine years,” Erica said, “I can’t believe it’s been that long, Kyle.”