Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  CHERI’S EROTIC TEN VOL. 1

  by

  Jean-Luc Cheri

  AMAZON EDITION

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  Cheri’s Erotic Ten Vol. 1

  Copyright © 2015 by Eradygm Publishing

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  Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

  Table of Contents

  Switched

  Lockout

  Rockstar

  Reunion

  The Boss’s Wife

  Watching

  StripSearch

  3 on 1 Breakaway – by Cameo Sparx

  The Curvy Waitress and the Rock Star – by Téa Minx

  Broken (A story by Jean-Luc Cheri exclusive to this collection)

  Jean-Luc Cheri’s list of books

  Cameo Sparx’s list of books

  Téa Minx’s list of books

  Joke of the Day

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  Book descriptions:

  Switched - Sarah and Chris are lovers who work together in a college research lab, performing experiments on rats involving thought transference. When a freak accident makes them part of the experiment, they wake up to discover they’ve switched bodies. Will these two lovers take advantage of the situation and explore what the other experiences during sex?

  Lockout - Jenny is a neglected housewife who lives next door to Brandon, a handsome eighteen-year-old. One day she’s getting out of the shower, and has to run to the door for a package delivery. But when the delivery man leaves, she’s locked out of her house with just a towel, and the only spare key is next door with Brandon. When she goes to retrieve it, she discovers he’s been keeping a secret.

  Rockstar - Seventeen years ago, when she was sixteen, Janie had a lustful crush on rock god Trey Rocket, spending countless hours fantasizing about having sex with him. Now she’s married with children, and works for a public relations firm.

  After a run-in with the law, Trey is in need of some good public relations, which brings him to Janie’s company. She’s surprised to discover she’s still attracted to the legendary rocker, and when they’re left alone in the boardroom, she’s suddenly sixteen again, forgetting about her family as she satisfies her rekindled desires.

  Reunion - Nine years ago, Erica was Kyle’s babysitter, and they haven’t seen each other since. Now adults, a chance encounter brings them together, and the attraction between them is obvious. But they’ve been keeping a secret – a secret about what happened between them all those years ago. Will their secret drive them apart, or will it thrust them into each other’s arms?

  The Boss’s Wife - Brent loves his new job, and is willing to kiss up to his boss to get ahead. But when he attends an office party and meets the boss’s beautiful wife, Nikki, he’s willing to risk his career to spend some intimate time with her. But Nikki has some secrets, and Brent discovers things aren’t as they seem.

  Watching - Pam’s bedroom window faces the bedroom window of her next door neighbor, eighteen-year-old Matt. After she discovers the boy spying on them, she decides to leave her curtains open while she makes love to her husband, getting a thrill from knowing she is being watched. Matt returns the favor, allowing her to see him with his girlfriend. But when Pam gives him a private show, he has a special surprise for her.

  StripSearch - Katie is visiting her brother in prison, when she’s confronted by Agent Dalton of the FBI, who believes she’s hiding something on her body. He takes her to a private room and tells her he must perform a strip search on her. As his hands explore her body she begins to warm up to the idea, but she really is hiding something on her.

  3 on 1 Breakaway – By Cameo Sparx - Sarah is a sports reporter for the Boston Globe, assigned to cover the city’s hockey team. Jake Jericho is a rookie who has taken the league by storm. But he’s an elusive interview, and has been avoiding Sarah’s attempts to find out about his past.

  But a late-night call from Jake informs her that he has a few friends in town who are willing to spill the beans about his history. So she meets them at the hockey rink, where the trio is practicing. Afterward, she interviews them in the locker room, but soon things get out of hand, and Sarah finds herself as the center of lustful attention in the middle of a foursome with these three incredible specimens of masculinity.

  The Curvy Waitress and the Rock Star – by Téa Minx - Curvy Amber has gained weight since high school, but she’s trying to get her life together by working and taking college classes. When her friends call and ask if she wants to go to the Adam Quill concert with them, she must decline because she has to work at the diner.

  But as she’s closing the diner after her shift, a late-arriving customer shows up and asks to be fed. She lets him in, and discovers the decision may lead to the most erotic night of her life, and might even change her life forever.

  Broken (A story by Jean-Luc Cheri exclusive to this collection) - Nineteen-year-olds Kristen and Laura have been friends for a long as they can remember. After spending a year apart away at college, they arrange a sleep-over at Laura’s house. Laura’s father, Mr. Ross, is still recovering from his wife’s death two years ago, and despite his daughter’s efforts, he’s refused to begin dating again.

  When Kristen gets up in the middle of the night and discovers Mr. Ross in an embarrassing situation, she decides to take his rehabilitation into her own hands. Will this teenager’s erotic skills be able to heal this broken man?

  72,963 words, or 292 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)

  Switched

  “Hey Sarah, you’re looking sexy tonight.” Chris waited until I took off my jacket and hung it up before taking me into his arms and kissing me softly.

  “You too, baby,” I said when our kiss ended. I reached down and gave his cock a gentle squeeze through his jeans.

  “Huh-uh,” he said, admonishing me with a wagging finger and a grin. “Work first, and then play.”

  I squeezed him slightly harder and gave my best pout. “But I need your cock, and I can’t think straight until I get it.”

  He chuckled. “You think just fine. If we don’t do any work, we’re going to get fired. My cock will still be here when the experiments are done.”

  “Promise?” I asked, looking up at him with sultry eyes as I continued to hold his swelling cock in my hand.

  “Promise,” he said, as he leaned down and kissed me again.

  This was the real reason I had taken this work-study position in Professor Nolan’s lab, working the night shift. Sure, I got a few Science credits out of it, and I enjoyed the research the professor was doing, but I had set my sights on Chris back at the beginning of the semester and this was the perfect way to get close to him.

  He wasn’t an athlete by any standards, but in the Science Department, he was a complete stud. Not only was he the smartest student t
o come through Davidson College in a long time, but he also had a smoking body. Tall and lean – his six-feet-two towered over my five-foot-three – he reminded me of a greyhound when he walked – smooth and graceful but with an underlying power. He wore his brown hair a little long, which sometimes covered his smoldering blue eyes, but I always found my gaze being drawn to the fascinating bulge in his crotch, wondering what secrets he had hidden there.

  I discovered the answer to that question two weeks after I started working in the lab. We had just finished the experiments for the night when he came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist, pressing himself against me as he leaned down to nuzzle into my neck. He told me later he had been worried about how I would react, but he had nothing to fear. I had been sending him all the signals, and when his hands touched my body I almost came just from that.

  I turned in his arms to kiss him, and we were off and running, shedding our clothes as we made our way to the small break room, which contained a foldout couch for researchers putting in long hours. He opened the couch, and then I jumped on him, pushing him back onto the bed and discovering exactly what he had been hiding in his pants.

  It had been amazing, and we made love for hours, going way past our quitting time and not stopping until the sun came up. His cock was long and thick, and he filled me in a way no other guy had.

  Since that day, our work nights had been divided into two parts. First, we performed all the experiments that were required of us, and then we spent the last hour in bed together, satisfying all the desires we had built up working so close together.

  “How’s the weather outside?” he asked.

  “Starting to rain. We’re supposed to get a storm.”

  “Mmm, fucking you while there’s a storm raging outside? That sounds like fun.”

  “Oh god, I’m wet already. Come on, just a quick one.”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Work first.”

  So I put on my lab coat and we started. Professor Nolan was a neuroscientist, and he had spent the better part of his life mapping out the activity in the human brain. The experiments we were currently working on involved thought transference, something that the professor had proven was theoretically possible, but had yet to be able to demonstrate through controlled experimentation.

  I went back into the animal room and retrieved our first set of subjects – a pair of white rats in separate cages. When I got back to the lab, Chris was preparing the transfer booths, two refrigerator-sized devices that had hoses and wires running to the transfer device, which sat between them looking much less impressive than what it did – or what it was supposed to do.

  I placed one of the cages on a pedestal in the first booth, and the other in the second. As we closed the doors, we heard the first rumble of thunder from outside, which caused us to smile at each other, our thoughts on that bed waiting in the back.

  We left the enclosed experiment room and went to the control panel, taking our seats where we could see the two booths through a large observation window. Chris rolled his chair over next to me, brushing his shoulder against mine as he performed one last visual check of my settings.

  “Looks like we’re ready to go,” he said, then rolled back to his spot. As he did, a loud crash of thunder was heard from outside, and rain began to fall hard on the roof.

  “Do we need to worry about that?” I asked, pointing upward.

  He shook his head. “No, the building is insulated from lightning. Nothing to worry about, my dear.” He gave a deep laugh like an evil scientist, causing me to giggle.

  He looked over his gauges and said, “Okay, everything is set. I’m going to count it down. When I reached zero, flip the switch. Three, two, one, zero.”

  We flipped our switches simultaneously, and a blue glow appeared around each of the booths. At the same time, lightning flashed again outside, making the room appear like something out of a Frankenstein movie.

  “Okay, cut the power,” Chris said, and we both flipped our switches off. “Let’s go see if it worked.”

  We went back into the lab and pulled the cages out of the booths. The electrical odor of ozone was in the air.

  When I had selected the rats, I had made sure to get one from Group A and one from Group B. The two groups of rats have been trained differently. Through condition and response, Group A was trained to press a red button to receive food, and Group B was trained to press a green button. After running the rats through the machine, we had to test to see if one was acting like the other. The idea was, if the machine had transferred their thoughts, each would act like the other.

  The storm outside was in full swing. Between the flashes of lightning and the booming of thunder, it sounded like we were in the middle of the artillery zone. I felt a quiver of anticipation in my pussy, thinking about being beneath Chris’s body, safe from any bad weather.

  He carried the rat from Group A over to the test area, and let it out of the cage. It immediately ran over to the two buttons, looking for food. It sniffed the green button for a moment before going over and pushing the red one, causing a morsel of rat food to drop out of the hole.

  “Damn,” Chris said. Thunder boomed from outside, as if to emphasize his disappointment.

  “Let’s try the other one,” I said encouragingly. But the results were the same, and the rat picked his normal green button.

  Chris shook his head. “Didn’t work. Let’s give it another try. Take these two back and get two more, and I’ll start the paperwork.”

  The lightning outside seemed to be flashing continuously as I went back and got a new set of rats. When I got back to the lab, Chris was wiping down one of the pedestals in a booth, and I set down the rats and grabbed a rag, intending on clean the other one.

  I entered the booth and began wiping. I was just finishing, when a loud boom shook the building, and a bright flash lit the room. Startled, I straightened up and hit my head on the top of the booth. Wincing, I opened my eyes to see a blue glow around me, and then everything went black.

  I returned to consciousness slowly, as if I was underwater and struggling to the surface. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the lab floor and staring at the ceiling. How did I get here?

  The memories drifted back: the experiment with Chris, the failure of the rats, cleaning the pedestal, and then the lightning flash followed by the strange blue light.

  Chris! Was he okay?

  I turned my head in his direction, and found myself staring at the wall. That’s odd. Why did I remember being in the other booth when this happened? And what, exactly, had happened?

  Rolling my head to look the other way, I saw Chris lying at the foot of the other booth. But then my eyes focused and I saw something odd. Chris was lying on his side facing away from me, wearing his white lab coat, but his hair was very long, and very black. What the hell?

  I stared at Chris again, and realized with a start that it wasn’t him. It wasn’t even a guy. The person lying there was a short female with long dark hair. What the hell was going on, and where was Chris?

  The girl moaned in pain and rolled onto her back. Her eyes blinked open.

  I gasped in shock. She was me. I was staring at my own face, even down to the full lips and deep brown eyes.

  Oh my god. The machine had duplicated me! I had a clone!

  Her head turned to me and her eyes opened wide in shock. We stared at each other with gaping mouths.

  “What happened?” I croaked, and my voice sounded deep to my ears.

  “I don’t know,” she replied in my voice, and she got a weird look on her face.

  “We’ve been cloned,” I said. “It’s the only explanation.”

  She nodded. “I agree. There’s two of us now. But I sound funny.”

  “So do I.”

  I pulled myself up onto my knees. Something was wrong. Proportions were off, and my body felt odd. I held my hands in front of my face. They were bigger than I remembered them, and bonier, not as soft.

  I
glanced over at my clone, and she was cupping her breasts as he stared down at them with a shocked look on her face. I looked down at my breasts, and they were gone.

  I stared, not believing my eyes. What happened to my breasts? I pressed my hands against my chest, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me, but no, they were gone. All I felt were muscular pecs.

  Glancing back at my clone, she was now holding her hands to her crotch, and her expression was even more startled.

  I did the same, expecting to feel the smooth mound of my pussy under my jeans, but instead found something else there. Feeling around for a moment, I finally realized I was feeling a cock and balls. And not only was I feeling them, I was feeling my hands on them, as if they belonged to me.

  Suddenly, clarity struck me and I instantly knew what had happened. My head snapped up and I stared at the girl across from me, and she was doing the same.

  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

  “It worked!” I added.

  She pointed at me. “Sarah?”

  I nodded, pointing back at her. “Chris?”

  “Yes,” she said, her eyes wide. “We’ve been switched.”

  “But how?”

  “Somehow the machine must’ve worked.”

  “But we didn’t turn it on.”

  She thought for a moment. “It must have been the lightning. It must have hit something and set the machine off.”