Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Hello?” he said, looking curiously at the two girls.

  They continued to stare.

  “Adam,” Amber said, “these are my friends, Lauren and Staci. They’re here to–”

  “Yeah,” he said, “I kinda caught the tail end of that.” He walked to Amber’s chair and made a motion to sit down. She moved up onto the armrest to give him room, and when he sat she slid into his lap, sitting sideways and sliding her arm around his neck. He moved his arm around her back and rested his hand on her bare thigh.

  The two girls continued to stare with open mouths.

  “I’m the one who thinks Amber looks beautiful just the way she is,” Adam said. He kissed her on the ear.

  “Holy shit,” Lauren said.

  “You’re Adam Quill,” Staci said, her eyes unblinking.

  He nodded. “That’s me. Also known as Amber’s boyfriend.” He turned to Amber. “I mean, if you’ll have me.”

  She smiled and rested her head against his chest.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, and leaned down to kiss her. Then he lifted his head and turned his attention back to the girls. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave now. I have to catch a flight in a few hours, and I want to make love to my girlfriend at least one more time before I leave.”

  Both girls nodded and stood, still staring at him.

  “Thank you,” he said, giving them a smile.

  “I’ll call you later,” Amber said.

  They walked to the door, staring at Adam the entire time, then they went outside, closing it behind them.

  Adam grinned. “Those are your friends?”

  She smiled and said, “They’re okay once you get to know them.”

  “I’m not sure I want to. They seem kind of mean.”

  Laughing, she said, “Well, if I can change, so can they.”

  “Very true,” he said. “That’s a good way to look at life.”

  He stood, lifting her easily in his strong arms.

  “Back to the bedroom?” he asked.

  She smiled and that was all the answer he needed.

  # # #

  Broken

  A story by Jean-Luc Cheri exclusive to this collection

  “Hey, Mr. Ross.”

  “Hi, Kristen, come on in. Laura’s up in her room. Go on up.”

  “Thanks. How are you doing?”

  “I’m fine. How was your first year of college?”

  “It was fun.” Despite his claims, my best friend’s dad didn’t look fine. He looked the same as the last time I had seen him back in the fall – sad and lonely.

  But it was hard to blame him. He had lost his wife to cancer two years ago, and despite his daughter telling him he should start dating again, all he did was go to the gym, then to work, and then come home and watch television before going to bed. Same thing every day.

  And it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to find a woman to go out with. Only in his early forties, he was in great shape and still very handsome. He could easily be getting laid if he wanted to.

  “Glad to hear it,” he said. “Laura had fun too. My, you two have grown so fast. Just seems like yesterday you two were running around here in your Girl Scout uniforms.”

  I smiled. “That’s sweet.” Stepping close to him, I rose up on my tip-toes and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. His two-day stubble tickled my face, and I inhaled his masculine scent – a mixture of cologne and maleness. A flutter of desire went through me, and when my breast accidentally brushed against his bicep, I felt my nipple tighten to hardness.

  I’d had a boyfriend in college, but he – Paul was his name – decided to break it off before we went home for the summer. Not that I minded, since I was thinking the same thing, but it had now been three weeks since I had gotten laid. I was so horny, I was getting turned on by my best friend’s dad. I needed some cock, and I needed it soon.

  But it wouldn’t be tonight, since Laura and I had decided to have a sleepover at her house so we could catch up on everything going on with each other. We had been friends since grade school, and been through it all together, from going to our first dance, cheerleading, our first kisses, losing our virginities, and much, much more. Attending different colleges was the first time we had ever been apart this long.

  Mr. Ross placed his hand on the small of my back. “Head on up, she’s waiting for you. I’ll make you two some popcorn later.”

  “Sounds delicious,” I said, as I headed for the stairs. As I climbed, my feminine spidey-sense went off, and I could have sworn he was checking out my ass in my short skirt. My usual reaction was to turn around and catch the guy doing it, and I was rarely wrong. But in this case I thought it would be awkward to catch my friend’s dad staring at my butt. Although, the thought of his eyes on me caused a warm wetness to spread through my loins.

  Laura’s door was open, and when I went in she was excited to see me, and squeezed me in a tight hug.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” she said, “we’re going to have so much fun, just like we used to when we had sleepovers.”

  I grinned. “We did some crazy stuff. Remember the time we called every cute guy in our class, and then hung up on them?”

  “Of course. Or that time you stole that nudie magazine from your brother, and we spent the night under the blankets with a flashlight looking at the pictures?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said, “But the wildest had to be when we snuck out through the window to crash the guys’ party, and when we came back your mom was sitting on your bed waiting for us.”

  As I mentioned her mom, my voice trailed off. Finally, I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

  She gave me a soft smile. “Kristen, it’s okay to talk about my mother.”

  “I know, it’s just…”

  “It’s been two years. It was rough there for a while, but when I think of her now, it’s nothing but good memories. Unlike…” Her voice trailed off.

  “Unlike your dad?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He still seems sad.”

  “Yeah, it’s hard on me to see him that way. I wish he would find a woman.”

  “Do you think he’s ready for another relationship so soon?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not talking about a relationship. He needs to get laid.”

  My eyes opened wide. “Laura!”

  “What? It’s true. Maybe it will shock him out of his funk.”

  “But he’s your dad.”

  “Yeah, it’s kinda weird thinking about him doing something like that, but I’m getting tired of him being like this. Hell, I would do it myself if it wasn’t illegal.”

  “Laura!”

  She laughed. “Relax, I’m just blowing off steam.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

  She chuckled again. “But seriously, if you know anyone looking for a quick fling, introduce her to him, okay? It’s like he’s broken, and needs to be fixed. I’m convinced one good screw would cure him.”

  I shook my head. “You’re bad.”

  “So,” she said, “tell me all about this Paul. And don’t leave out any details.”

  We talked for about an hour, covering our relationships with guys over the past year. We changed into our sleeping clothes, which for me was a pair of silk shorts and silk top that tied in the front, but showed plenty of cleavage. Laura was telling me about one of her more kinkier sexual escapades when a knock came on her closed door.

  “Popcorn time,” her dad announced, and she got off the bed and let him in.

  He was holding a tray containing a bowl of popcorn and two bottled soft drinks. Entering, he placed it on the bedside table.

  “Thanks, Dad,” Laura said.

  “Thanks, Mr. Ross,” I said, “It smells delicious.”

  “You’re welcome, ladies. Are you two catching up?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said with a grin. “I’m hearing all the details.”

 
He smiled down at me as I sat on the edge of the bed. To my surprise, his eyes quickly flickered down over the exposed tops of my breasts, and then met my gaze once again. It happened so fast, I wondered if I had imagined it. I held my smile as I looked up at him, feeling those flutters inside again.

  “Details a father doesn’t want to know, right?” he said with a smile.

  “Details you definitely don’t want to know,” I replied, returning his grin.

  He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I still can’t get used to the idea of you two being grown up.”

  “Dad.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m leaving. Enjoy your popcorn.”

  “Thanks again, Mr. Ross.”

  “You’re welcome. And try not to gab all night. You girls need your beauty sleep.” He closed the door behind him.

  We enjoyed the popcorn as we shared more stories. It wasn’t until one o’clock when we finally turned off the light and got into bed. Like we had done when we were young, we slept next to each other. One time, when we were fifteen and having a sleepover at my house, we wondered aloud to each other what it would be like to kiss another girl. Since we had the means to find out, we decided to give it a try. As it turned out, it did nothing for either of us, so we had no desire to take things further.

  I lay awake thinking of all of Laura’s stories. It was wonderful to see her again, and share this time with her. I had missed being close to her. After a few minutes, her breathing changed into the regular rhythm of sleep. But I couldn’t seem to doze off, so I decided I would pee and hopefully that would relax me enough so I could finally get some sleep.

  Getting out of bed, I closed the bedroom door behind me and headed for the bathroom. After relieving myself and washing my hands, I started back to the room.

  But halfway there I stopped, pausing to listen in the quiet house. What was that sound? Like the low murmur of voices? I turned and headed down the hall towards the stairs.

  At the top of the steps, I paused, listening closely. The sound was still there, slightly more distinct. My eyes opened wide as I realized what it was. It sounded like the soft moans of someone having sex.

  Was it possible Mr. Ross had a woman down there? My curiosity got the better of me, and I started to creep slowly down the carpeted steps. When I got far enough, I bent down so I could get a view of the living room. What I saw shocked me.

  The only light in the room came from the television, which was also the source of the sounds I had heard. On the screen, a couple was fucking doggy-style on a bed, and his huge cock was spearing into her shaved pussy from behind.

  Mr. Ross was sitting in his recliner, with his pajama pants around his ankles, and his hand around his cock. But his cock was soft, and his head was lolled to the side, his eyes closed.

  My heart went out to him. The poor guy was reduced to watching porn, and not only that, he had fallen asleep while doing it. It just wasn’t fair – a good-looking guy like this having to jerk off for satisfaction.

  I crept the rest of the way down the steps and entered the living room. There was an empty DVD container on the coffee table, and I picked it up, holding it up to the light. ‘Young Fuckable Cheerleaders’ was on the cover, and I stared at it curiously. Was Mr. Ross into younger girls?

  Looking at the screen, I noticed what I hadn’t before. The guy doing the fucking looked to be older, probably in his forties, around Mr. Ross’s age. The girl being fucked was only wearing a cheerleader skirt pulled up over her ass, and was probably in her late teens.

  My age.

  I turned to stare at the man sleeping in his chair. Did he fantasize about fucking younger girls? Girls like me? The flutter of lust rolled through me again, this time much stronger, and dampness began to spread between my legs.

  I moved closer to him, looking down in the flickering light. This close, I could see every detail of his cock, from the large, knobby head to the wrinkled shaft, thick and heavy even in its flaccid state. His fingers loosely curled around it as it lay against his thigh. It was impressive, and I licked my lips as I stared at it, lustfully aware that it had been three long weeks since I had gotten to play with one.

  His knees were spread, and I stepped between them, keeping my eyes on his dick. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, so I surprised myself when I dropped to my knees and rested my hands on the arms of the chair.

  Oh my god, stop this right now! He’s your best friend’s dad, old enough to be your own father.

  All that was true, but Laura’s words came back to me, about how he was broken and needed to be laid. Why couldn’t I do it? I needed fucked too, and besides, from the looks of it, I was exactly the type of girl he was fantasizing about.

  I leaned forward so that I was only inches from his dick, studying it closely in the low light. Inhaling, I took in his musky male scent, so much stronger now. The odor caused my pussy to twist in anticipation, as if it knew its long-awaited satisfaction was close at hand.

  The ridged head was resting against the skin of his thigh, and I bent closer and flicked out my tongue, licking over the smooth skin. It twitched in reaction, and then lay still again.

  I reached in and took a gentle hold of his wrist, slowly moving his hand to the side, allowing me total access. His breathing remained steady, giving me the go ahead to proceed.

  Leaning in again, I kissed the side of the shaft, and then ran my tongue along its curved length. It twitched again, and the head rose up off of his leg. Repeating my actions, it began to lift and straighten, rising like a magician’s trick.

  The head now pointed directly at me, and I kissed it on the tip. Staying in contact, I slid my lips around the swelling knob, locking them behind the raised ridge. The head swelled and filled my mouth as my tongue flicked lightly over the hole.

  His cock was lengthening and growing, stretching out from his groin, causing me to lift my head to keep my mouth on him. My eyes opened wide in surprise as it kept enlarging, until it arched up tight and rigid, pointing at the ceiling with a slight upward arc to the shaft.

  Mr. Ross, you’ve been keeping a secret.

  It was by far the biggest cock I’d ever personally met. Long and thick, my pussy clenched in worrisome desire, wondering if it would fit inside of me. The head swelled up like a juicy plum, filling my mouth and stretching my lips.

  Taking a quick glance up to make sure he was still asleep, I gripped the base in my hand and began to slowly bob my head, sliding my lips up and down his stiff shaft. My saliva coated him, making the top half of his dick glisten wetly in the faint light. My lips and tongue made soft, wet sounds as they glided over his skin.

  He moaned softly, and I stopped for a moment, looking up to watch his face. He shifted and then relaxed again, and I resumed my sucking. Slick pre-cum began to leak from the tip, and I lapped it away with my tongue, loving its slippery texture and its raw, musky flavor. God, I love the taste of a man.

  I picked up my pace slightly, riding my lips up and down his perfect cock. Each time I reached the top, I paused to roll my tongue over the swollen-smooth head, hitting all of the sensitive spots.

  He groaned again, and snorted softly. I froze with his dick halfway in my mouth. After licking his lips he took a deep breath, and I thought he was going to drop off again. But instead, his eyes flickered open.

  His eyelids were half closed, and it seemed like he was in a daze, halfway between sleep and consciousness. I stared back at him with my lips tightly around his shaft, just holding there.

  We stared at each other for a long moment, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he aware of what I was doing? Or was he in some kind of dream state where he didn’t see me? Or maybe he did and just thought I was part of his dream?

  After another few long moments, I began to slowly move again, sliding my lips up to the tip, and then back down, taking him to the back of my throat. I kept my motions smooth and easy, and my eyes on his, searching for any sign of recognition.

  He moaned again, but his express
ion didn’t change. I kept up my pace, watching him intently, knowing this had to end soon, either by him recognizing me, or by him blasting his load into my mouth.

  His eyes opened slightly wider, and he stared at me. I kept moving, realizing the pleasure I was giving him was my best argument for him letting me continue.

  Something flickered behind his eyes and they gaped wide, staring at me in surprise. His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but it froze on his lips. I kept sucking, making my mouth tight, allowing my eyes to speak for me.

  Please don’t send me away. I need this as much as you do.

  His mouth worked silently for a moment, and then he grunted out a whispered, “Kristen?”

  My mouth stayed on him, remaining silent, but my eyes pleaded with him.

  Let me do this. Please.

  “Kristen,” he croaked, “we can’t.”

  I held his cock tighter in my hand, and picked up speed with my mouth, sliding tightly up and down, up and down. The wet, sticky sounds of where our flesh joined were louder.

  No, I won’t let you stop me. You want this, I know you do.

  “Uhhhh, I god, it feels so good. But no, you have to stop.”

  His words were pleading, but it seemed like they pleaded both for me to stop, and to continue. The slick drool from the tip of his cock was a steady stream now, and I lapped it away with relish.

  You can’t stop now, I can see it in your eyes. Give me your cum.

  “Ohhhhh, that’s it. Suck me, honey. Suck my cock.”

  I smiled up at him, my lips curling around his shaft, and then I increased my speed once again, driving my face down on his thick, jutting root, fucking him as if my mouth was a cunt. During it all I kept my eyes locked on his.

  Now, baby, fill my mouth with your sweet cream. Give it to me.

  “Uhhh, uhhh,” he moaned. He licked his lips as he stared down at me in lust, watching me take him in and out of my sucking mouth. “I’m getting close, honey.”

  I know you are, baby. I can feel it in the way your cockhead swells in my mouth, and the way your shaft jerks with each lick. Just give it to me, baby. I want it bad.