Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1
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“It’s so weird, seeing it from this angle,” she said, her eyes locked on the stiff dick in front of her.
“Kiss it,” I whispered urgently.
She smiled and pursed her lips, pressing forward to touch them lightly against the front of my cockhead. I groaned louder.
Her lips stayed in contact, and then I felt her tongue slip out and lick over that sensitive spot. Like me, she knew exactly where it felt good.
“Ooooh,” I groaned, “that’s nice.”
Encouraged, she opened her lips and slid them over the front half of my cockhead, enclosing the slitted tip in her mouth. Her tongue continued to flick against my skin, and I felt my ass cheeks clench in pleasure.
“Yessss, just like that,” I hissed. “Suck me.”
She kept her eyes on mine as she slid her lips completely over my swollen knob, locking around the flared ridge as she bathed it in wet warmth. I groaned louder.
Her hand milked my shaft, and a twinkle came to her eyes. She pulled her mouth from me and said, “Mmm, I just got a taste of you. It’s so sweet.”
“Lots more where that came from,” I replied with a smile.
Suddenly, she lowered her head and opened her mouth, taking me deep as her lips locked around my shaft.
“Uhhh,” I cried, moving my hands to her hair. She began to bob her head, taking my thick cock in and out of her tight oral embrace, making it slick with her saliva.
I was in heaven. I had a cock and it was being sucked. I watched in fascination as her lips slid up and down, and I received the dual pleasure of seeing as well as feeling. It was different than having my pussy licked, and I enjoyed the power of its steely hardness jutting up into the air, tight and urgent.
Her hand moved to my balls and began to gently caress them, providing a sensation completely different than anything I had felt before. While her tongue on the tip of my cock was similar to a tongue on my clit, I didn’t have balls, so I had no idea what they would feel like. They rolled around in their loose sack, sending shivers of delicious pleasure up my spine. At one point she leaned down and took one gently into her mouth, and I realized why guys were so protective of their nuts. Glimmers of pain mixed in with the pleasure as she held the testicle in her oral embrace, and I knew it would hurt a lot if she put more pressure on it.
She was into her cocksucking now, and when a long line of pre-cum oozed from the tip and ran down the shaft, she captured the escaping bead of liquid, and then ran her tongue upwards, licking away all traces of the slick fluid.
“You going to come for me, baby?” she asked with a glimmer in her eyes.
“Oh yeah, getting close.” My ab muscles twitched in anticipation.
“Can’t wait to taste it,” she said, and dropped her head back on me, taking my cock in her oral grip and sucking it hard. Her lips made wet smacking sounds as they slid up and down my glistening shaft, and I felt my climax approaching.
“Oooh,” I groaned, enjoying the coalescing pleasure inside of me. It was different from what I was used to, but it was easy to recognize as it tightened into a small ball. I felt it in my balls and the head of my cock, and I tightened my fingers in her hair, gripping it painfully. But I was beyond caring as I slid over the edge of pleasure.
“Huuugggghhhhh!” I groaned, surprised by the suddenness of it. My muscles clenched and heaved as my orgasm began, and the pressure in my cock became unbearable. Then suddenly it was gone, bursting like a dam inside of me, and I couldn’t stop the cries that filled the still room. I could feel the cum jetting out of me, starting in my balls and shooting up the shaft, reaching the tip and blasting outward, directly into the warmth of her accepting mouth.
My body locked and convulsed as the volleys of cum continued to explode from my cock, and I spasmed in time with the waves of pleasure washing over me. I now knew the difference she was talking about. While my female orgasms had been internalized, my cunt contracting around whatever was inside of it, this male orgasm was directed outward, my cock jerking and spraying its seed into the waiting receptacle. I could feel my strength flowing with it, ebbing out of my body with each shuddering jettison of sperm, leaving me weak as it finally dribbled its last onto her tongue.
My head lolled back and I gasped for air, overcome by the exertion of climax. I felt completely sated as I lay there breathing deep, feeling her mouth still on me as she suckled at my twitching shaft.
Finally, I recovered enough to speak. “Holy fuck,” I groaned between breaths. “That was incredible.”
She let my cock slide from her mouth and lifted her head to look at me.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy it? You almost killed me.”
She giggled. “I liked it too. When you came, I almost came with you.”
“So I guess you’re over your fear of cocks?”
“Well, it is my cock, after all.”
“That’s true. Come here,” I said, crooking my finger at her. She climbed up my body, resting her breasts on my chest, her head above mine.
I pulled her down and kissed her, my tongue probing deep. I could taste my semen, and I had a flashback to when that cock had erupted in my mouth. This was too fucking bizarre.
Our kiss continued, and she reached down and gripped my erection. I had softened slightly after I came, but our kiss had rejuvenated it, and now her hand brought me back to full hardness. The desire to have it in something tight returned, and I knew exactly where I wanted to put it.
Pulling her tight to me, I rolled us both over, settling between her spread legs as I continued our kiss. Even after just coming, the desire to slide my cock into her engulfed my mind, and I moved my hips, prodding at her entrance with the tip of my dick. When I was in the right spot, I nudged forward slightly, feeling her inner lips spread around my cockhead.
I lifted my head and looked down at her. She was gazing back up at me with half-lidded eyes, a look of contentment on her face.
“You ready?” I asked.
She smiled softly. “We’ve done this so many times before, and I finally get to feel what you feel. Go ahead, baby, fill me with your cock.”
I shifted my hips and pressed slowly forward, watching her face intently as I felt her pussy spread open to accept my thickness. She was very slick, and I slid slowly through her tight embrace, stretching out her inner walls as my bulbous head inexorably forced its way through. The feeling was incredible, as my jutting cock finally made its way home, right where it was supposed to be.
“Oooooh,” she moaned, her lips forming a circle. “So good baby, it feels so good.”
“Uhhh,” I moaned in concert, my eyes rolling up from the pleasure of being encased in her clasping wet heat. When he had fucked me, I had experienced what it had felt like to be stretched wide by his impaling cock. Now, I was on the other side, feeling her tight, warm flesh molding around my solid girth, accepting me into its intimate depths.
Part of the joy I was experiencing was from the pleasure I was receiving, but another part was from now knowing I was giving him this kind of pleasure also. I would now know exactly what he was feeling as he slid into me, and he would know what I was feeling too.
“Yess,” she groaned, and slid her legs up around my waist, locking her legs around my thighs. I was content with taking my time entering her, but she wanted something else, and surprised me by quickly tightening her legs, holding me in place as she jammed her cunt up onto my shaft, taking me all the way inside with one sharp thrust.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, feeling my cockhead nudge against her womb. When he had done that to me, it always gave me a delightful shiver, since he was the only guy I had been with who reached that deep into me. She must have enjoyed it too, because she corkscrewed her hips as she pulled with her legs, skewering her pussy onto my solid pole, gripping the base of my shaft with her inner labia.
I opened my eyes and looked down again, and she had an expression of blissful pleasure on her face. I decided that if I always looked like that, it
was no wonder he wanted to fuck me, because all of the pleasure of having a cock inside was clearly evident on the face below me.
“Fuck me, baby,” she whispered. “Give me that big cock.”
I raised my hips, but she came along with me, keeping her legs tight and her pussy around me, her ass lifting off the bed. But then she relaxed and slid back down, my cock sliding out through her tightness and causing us both to groan.
I wasted no time in pushing back into her, sheathing into her slick, tight core, pinning her to the mattress with my weight. She groaned and spread her legs wider, and we were off and running, fucking like rabbits in heat.
I loved the feeling of being in control, using her body for my pleasure – fucking her. Even though I had previously been on top, riding his dick to many climaxes, he had still been the one in control, because he had the cock. And as a girl, I had enjoyed that aspect of it, being dominated by his strength and hardness, a willing receptacle for his lust.
But now, I was the one with the cock, and I was the one controlling our pleasure. I could fuck her fast or slow, gentle or rough, and I knew she would enjoy all of it, because she was me and I would.
Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, my cock thrusting into her welcoming tightness again and again, our bellies slapping together as our flesh joined in slippery delight.
I realized a simple truth. This was what a man’s lust was all about. While a girl wanted romance, soft touches, light kisses, and yes, eventually a hard cock inside of her, this is all a man wanted – to lie between a woman’s legs and fuck into her tight body. And he would put up with all of that other stuff to get it. This is why men did all kinds of crazy shit to get a girl to sleep with him. Because he had inherited this need from his cavemen ancestors, hard-wired to find a female and fuck her. That was all.
I kissed her hard as our bodies continued to move, me driving downward and her holding her body open, accepting my cock into her. Reality drifted away, replaced by a cloud of ecstasy we seemed to float on, drifting closer and closer to that whirlpool of climax.
Her breathing became ragged and harsh, matching the pace of my strokes into her. Each exhale produced a moan from her lips, and she pressed her face against my shoulder, nipping at my skin with her teeth.
My hips drove relentlessly between her spread thighs, slapping against her body with jarring plunges, causing her breasts to quiver with each impact. My groans joined hers, and we clutched at each other as we raced towards the finish line.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she grunted, her eyes glazing over with pleasure, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as her climax loomed. “Oh, oh, ohhhhh,” she managed to get out before the tidal wave consumed her.
Her body froze for a moment, and then began to thrash and buck beneath me. Her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped as her arms and legs spasmed in wild convulsions. Sharp, pleasure-filled cries filled the room, as her orgasm raged, and her pussy spasmed around my pistoning cock, tightening like a vise.
That was all I needed, and the sensation of her cunt squeezing me like a fist sent me over the edge. My back arched and I roared out my pleasure, jamming my cock deep into her as it began to jet its load into her depths. My climax burst through me in hot waves, sending my mind tumbling over and over, causing me to cry out in incoherent grunts. Once again I felt that draining of strength, flowing from me into her in hot, pulsing squirts, up from my balls and out the tip of my cock.
The world went away as we clung to each other, enjoying the pleasure of our mutual orgasms. We held tight in a warm embrace, finally relaxing and drifting away.
I’m not sure how long we slept, but when I awoke it was still dark out and she was sitting astride me. She was bent over to kiss me, and her nipples grazed against my chest as our tongues danced together. Her pussy pressed down on my cock, which was coming back to life, hardening and lengthening from her slick contact.
When I was fully erect, she reached behind and guided me to her entrance, and once again I felt the joyous delight of being inside of her. She started off slow, rolling her hips and sliding her pussy up and down my shaft.
I’m not sure how long it lasted, but halfway through I felt an odd sensation, and thought I was dreaming. Not only could I feel her pussy around my cock, I could also sense the faint sensation of being filled with dick. I wondered if it was a dream, but a moment later I noticed something else.
As I looked up at her, I could also see me looking up. The two images weren’t superimposed upon each other, but were two distinct images.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
She stared down at me. “I think we’re switching back.”
Part of me was relieved, but another part didn’t want to give up this new discovery.
She leaned down close to my ear. “I need you to fuck me now.”
I rolled us over, keeping my cock inside of her, and began to thrust between her spread legs. The visions and sensations were stronger now, and we closed our eyes and pressed our faces against each other’s skin.
My cock skewered down into her, but at the same time I felt his cock thrusting into me. I held her beneath my weight, but I also felt safe and secure under him. Her breasts slid against my chest, and I felt my nipples rub over his skin.
It continued to morph, and finally I was more the girl on the bottom than the guy on top. My legs curled up around him as he continued to fuck me, but I could still feel the faint sensation of being buried in a tight cunt. My fingernails scratched at skin, and somewhere in the back of my mind I felt it at the same time.
Minutes past, and finally all of the sensations of being a man were only memories, and I stared up into his face as he looked down into mine.
“Sarah?” he asked, his voice his own again.
I smiled up at him. “Hi baby.”
He grinned. “Was that fucking wild, or what?”
“Incredible.”
He continued to fuck me, and we made love slowly and gently, until we finally came together, locked in a tightly entwined embrace.
We decided it would be best not to tell anyone, or we would be turned into lab rats ourselves. Our experience made us closer, and a few weeks later he told me he loved me. I cried happy tears, telling him I loved him too.
We kept our jobs at the lab, and every time there was a thunderstorm, we would put the rats away and get into the booths ourselves, hoping for another opportunity to experience what the other felt.
Did it work?
Hell yeah. We got zapped real good several months later, and the effect lasted much longer than a few hours.
But that’s a tale for another time.
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Lockout
“Have a great day at work, honey,” I said, and kissed my husband. As I did, I pressed my breasts into his chest, hoping for some kind of reaction. We were going through a dry spell, and it had been three months since he showed any interest, let alone make love to me.
“You too, Jenny,” he said, but I could see that his mind was already elsewhere. Whether he was thinking about his work, or his new secretary he had hired – coincidentally enough, three months ago – I wasn’t sure, but I knew he wasn’t thinking about me.
We used to fuck all the time, even more than once in the same day. But that changed when our son, Jeremy, was born eight years ago. Since then, it had tapered off drastically, going from once every few days, to once a week, then once a month, and now, the long drought.
It wasn’t like I didn’t try. I worked out religiously, with aerobics classes twice a week, and jogging every morning. I had the hottest 34-year-old body among our friends, and always got compliments from guys I would meet while out. When my husband invited his friends over for poker, or to watch the game, I could feel all of their eyes on me, and it was obvious they were enjoying what they were seeing. All but my husband, of course, who seemed impervious to my charms.
I stood at the living room window and watched my husband back out of the garage and down the d
riveway, then head off towards work. With Jeremy already on the school bus and gone, I had the house to myself.
I considered going back to bed, retrieving my trusty vibrator from my bedside drawer, and taking the edge off. But then I remembered it stopped working a week ago, and its replacement hadn’t arrived yet. Instead, I decided to get my morning run in, and went upstairs to change into my exercise clothes.
As I got ready, I laid out my husband’s suits I was going to take to the cleaners later. As was my habit, I went through the pockets so nothing would be lost in the wash. I didn’t find anything, unlike last month, when I discovered a used condom wrapper in a jacket pocket. When I confronted him with it, he said he had found it in the hotel room, and had put it in his pocket, meaning to throw it away later, but forgot.
He said it so convincingly, I didn’t push the matter any further, but decided to keep my eyes open for other clues.
After putting on my running clothes, I headed out. I made my usual run, down to the park and then around the baseball field several times, working up a good sweat. As I jogged back to my house, I saw Brandon, my next door neighbor’s son, placing their trash can by the curb. I stopped in front of him.
“Hey, Brandon. I see you’re home from college for the summer. How was your first year?”
He smiled. “Hi Mrs. Alden. Started out rocky, but I made it through.”
“My first year was the same way. A little too much freedom.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds about right.
Brandon had certainly changed in the eleven years we’d been living next door to him. When we moved in, he was a gangly eight-year-old with an eye for mischief, seemingly always getting into trouble. Like the time he rode his bike through my flower garden, or when he broke our window with a rock, or when I caught him behind his shed, playing doctor with one of the neighborhood girls.
When he hit his teenage years, he filled out, and morphed from a cute kid, into a handsome young man. He always had girls hanging around him, and I guess they channeled his energy in different ways, since he stopped getting into trouble.