Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  She smiled and reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra and then shrugging it off her shoulders. Her breasts came into view and I gasped out loud. They were perfect in every way. Full and round, with skin so soft looking all I wanted to do was run my fingers over it. Her areolas were rosy pink, and sat slightly upturned, her nipples hard and pointing up stiffly.

  I let out a low groan.

  She moved her hands up and cupped them gently, rubbing her fingers over where the seams of the bra had been. “It feels so good to get out of that,” she said, as her fingertips played lightly over her nipples.

  I groaned again. I was convinced I was going to come in my underwear from just staring at her perfect body.

  She leaned slightly closer and peered down at my crotch. “You have a wet spot,” she said softly.

  I looked down. Sure enough, right where the head of my cock pressed tightly against the material, a large blotchy wet spot darkened the cloth, making it slightly transparent.

  “Sorry,” I said, unable to come up with anything else.

  “No, I love it.” She licked her lips. “Can’t wait to taste it.”

  I groaned again. I might have come right there if my sister hadn’t started crying loudly up in her room.

  Erica reached for her shorts, but I said, “I’ll go see,” and hurriedly put my pants back on before racing up the steps.

  Amy was standing beside her bed, crying loudly. I picked her up and held her close.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “I had a bad dream,” she gasped out through her tears.

  “Shhh, it’s ok. Tell me about it.”

  “There was a mean dog trying to bite me.”

  “It was only a dream. You’re safe, Amy.”

  She pressed her face into my neck. “Don’t leave me.”

  “I’ll stay with you until you fall back asleep.”

  She clung tightly to me, and I held her close, rubbing her back gently. Turning, I saw Erica standing just outside the door, peeking around the frame, her bare breast visible from the nightlight in the hall. She gave me a soft smile.

  Finally, Amy’s body relaxed, and I waited another minute to make sure she was fully asleep. Then I carried her to the bed, laying her back on her pillow and pulling the covers up around her. I brushed her blond hair from her face, and then turned to leave.

  Erica stepped back as I exited, and we stood facing each other, her almost-nude body on display in the dim light. She stepped close, placed her hands on my shoulders and kissed me.

  “That was beautiful,” she said. “You’re going to be a good daddy someday.”

  I smiled and took her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. “Let’s go finish our game.”

  She held firm, stopping me in place, shaking her head. “No, the game is over. Come with me.”

  She pulled me towards my room, and I followed.

  It was the most wonderful night of my life. She guided me through it, calming my anxiety when I came quickly from her first touch, telling me there was plenty more where that came from. I remember it all, but some memories stand out sharper than others: how her soft, sucking lips touched me in places I had never been touched before; how her taut, urgent nipples swelled even further when I closed my lips around them; the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs; sliding into her hot, eager tightness; the way her body strained powerfully against mine when she came; and how we lay together afterwards, sharing whispers and warmth before we had to get up and get dressed.

  * * *

  “What are you doing here?” Erica asked.

  Her voice brought me back to the present. “Scouting for software.”

  She smiled. “Say no more. We have just what you need.” She pulled me into the booth and began her spiel. Half of my brain listened to her, and the other half watched how her lips moved, remembering what they did to me on that night so long ago.

  The part of my brain listening to her technical talk finally realized she was right – her software was exactly what I had been looking for.

  I held up my hand to stop her. “I’ve heard enough. I’ve got to get final approval from my boss, but I think you have what we need.

  She smiled. “That’s great. Hey, do you have plans this evening?”

  “None.”

  “You want to get together for dinner?”

  “I would love to.” I glanced over at Brandi, who was talking to another customer. “Um, don’t mention it to Brandi, okay. I’ve already turned her offer down.”

  Erica laughed. “You’re secret is safe with me.” She paused and looked at me. “It really is great to see you again, Kyle.”

  “And you too, Erica. Hotel restaurant at seven?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  I got to the restaurant first, and was sitting at the table when she came in. Damn, she looked just as good as she did back then, if not better. She had changed out of her business attire, and was wearing a short black skirt and red silk blouse. Black stiletto heels completed the look, and her legs seemed to go on forever as she walked my way. My cock twitched from the sight.

  Calm down, I told myself. She’s married.

  I got up and held her chair as she sat, then sat back down.

  “I still can’t believe I ran into you,” I said. “After all this time.”

  “It’s so nice to see you again.”

  I nodded. “So, tell me about yourself. You’re married?”

  Her smile disappeared, and this time she didn’t try to put it back. “Technically.”

  “What does technically mean?”

  “We’re getting divorced. The papers have been filed, and the lawyers are doing their thing. I hate it, and I can’t wait until it’s all over.”

  “Oh Erica, I’m sorry to hear that.”

  She shrugged. “I thought I knew him, but it turns out I didn’t. Oh well, live and learn, huh?”

  I reached over and covered her hand with mine. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

  “How about you? I don’t see a wedding ring.”

  “Well, five days ago I was heading in that direction. The girl, the ring, the wedding plans, all of it.”

  “And now you’re not?”

  “No. Five days ago she informed me she was still in love with her ex, and she had been seeing him for the past few months. Said she wanted to compare us side-by-side, so to speak, before making a final decision.”

  “What a bitch.”

  I sighed. “It’s probably for the best.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Well, she was dead set against having kids, and I’ve always wanted a big family.

  “Then why were you marrying her?”

  I shrugged. “I guess I thought I could make it work.”

  Our waiter came by and took our drink orders, and after he left, Erica said, “I should introduce her to my husband.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He’s the same way. Adamant about not having children.”

  I looked at her in surprise. “You? Marrying a guy who doesn’t want kids? You were born to be a mother.”

  “That’s true, but like I said, I thought I knew him. Before we were married, that’s all he talked about, having lots of kids. But once we were married, he kept putting it off, telling me we weren’t financially stable yet. Years passed, and I felt my clock ticking, and I finally confronted him. He admitted that he’d changed his mind, and now he thought it would be best if we remained childless. I tried to talk him out of it, but he refused to relent. I went to a lawyer and filed the papers the next day. He didn’t put up a fight.”

  “Good for you, Erica. Did I tell you how incredible you look?”

  She smiled. “Yes, but feel free to say it as much as you like.”

  I chuckled. “It’s true. You look just as good as you did… um…”

  “That night?”

  “Yeah, that night.”

  “That was special, wasn’t it?”

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�It was amazing.”

  “Yeah.” Her eyes got a far off look.

  “I wanted to see you again.”

  “And I wanted that too, but I was feeling guilty.”

  “Guilty? Why?”

  “I was eighteen and you were fourteen. I took advantage of you.”

  I shook my head. “No you didn’t. I wanted it just as much as you did.”

  “Still, I was supposed to be the responsible one.”

  I reached over and held her hand again. “Don’t say that. That was the best night of my life, and if you regret it, it’s going to ruin it for me.”

  “No, I would never regret it. What we shared was special, I know that. In some ways, I’ve been looking for what we shared ever since that night. But I keep coming up short.”

  I squeezed her hand. “I feel the same way.”

  She paused and then said, “Want to know something?”

  “What’s that?”

  “I left my husband because of you.”

  I stared at her in shock. “What?”

  “When I first met Jack, I thought he would be the perfect father, and I had this image in my head of who that would be. It took me a while to realize that perfect image came from seeing you that night with your sister, and the way you treated her. I needed a man to match that image, and I thought Jack would. But when he failed me, I had to leave him because I knew he would never live up to the example you had set.”

  I paused for a long moment. “When I was with Hailey, and I tried to imagine her with kids, I couldn’t do it. Instead, I saw your face.”

  The waiter reappeared and placed our drinks on the table. Erica and I stared at each other as he pulled out his tablet. “Are you ready to order?”

  We stared a moment longer, and then Erica turned to him. “Could you give us another minute?”

  “No problem,” he said, flipped his notebook shut, and walked off.

  Erica and I watched each other again, knowing what the other was thinking.

  “I’m not very hungry,” I said.

  “Neither am I.”

  “I believe I have a deck of cards in my room. You in the mood for a game of Strip Go Fish?”

  She smiled wide.

  We fell onto the bed, shedding clothes as we grappled with each other. Our tongues twined together in a passionate kiss, the rock-hard length of my cock pressing against her thigh.

  Her blouse and my suit jacket had been lost somewhere between the door and the bed, and I cupped her breast through her bra, enjoying both the lace against my palm and her soft, white flesh below. Curling my fingers under the edge, I pulled it down, stretching the cloth and allowing her breast to come free. The hard nub of her nipple rose up and begged to be touched, so I leaned down and sucked it between my lips, lashing at it with my tongue.

  She groaned in response, one hand combing into my hair and gripping it tightly, and the other moving down between us, feeling along the edge of my cock, clutching it tightly through my pants.

  Her skirt had ridden up to her hips, exposing creamy thighs leading up to her panty-covered mound. She spread her legs wide and I shifted between them, pressing my cock, with her hand still attached to it, against her satin-covered pussy. We both growled from the pleasure, and I used my teeth on the rubbery nipple between my lips, the need inside of me consuming all rational thought.

  As I moved to her other breast, her hand left my head and joined the other, trying to squeeze between us as she worked at my belt. I raised my hips slightly, giving her room, as I yanked down her bra and devoured her other nipple.

  “Oooh,” she cried, and I felt my pants loosen. Next, the zipper slid down, and her hand snaked into my boxers, holding my solid length in her warm hand. I groaned from the sensation, and slid one hand between us, cupping her mound through the silky material. She raised her hips up, and I deftly pushed the panties to one side, exposing her to my touch.

  “Uhhh,” she cried, as my fingers delved between her slick labia. Unlike the soft, delicate bush she had sported nine years ago, she was now shaven smooth, and my fingers caressed her soft skin. When I found her clit, she cried out again, and gripped my cock harder.

  Impatiently, she pushed down my boxers with her other hand, then guided me to the right spot, nestling my swollen head into her entrance. I moved my hand away, and instinct took over, my hips flexing as I drove into her tight depths.

  “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, as my thickness stretched her wide. Using my strength, I bore into her, sinking deeper and deeper into her clasping depths. Her inner walls rippled up and down my shaft, as her pussy molded itself around my invading girth.

  With one last thrust, I was all the way in, and her labia snugged up against my root. Her legs slid up around me, locking around my ass as she held herself tightly to me.

  “Yessss,” she cried, “so good, baby.”

  I matched her groan, and began to slide out, feeling the resistance of her tight walls. And then back in, sheathing fully into her welcoming cunt.

  We kissed hard and groaned as we began to fuck. Unlike our first coupling, which had been tender and slow, this one was raw and demanding, almost animalistic as our bodies slapped together. Her fingernails clawed at my back through my dress shirt, and the tightening of her legs matched my thrusts, her feet on my ass as she pulled me into her.

  Our lips battered against each other, our tongues taking turns, probing and then retreating, sucking and being sucked. My fingers found her nipple and twisted it painfully, causing her to cry out in my mouth.

  “Baby,” she panted, “So long, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  My cock continued to piston deep into her welcoming core, and she began to thrust her hips up against me, matching my rhythm, driving our pleasure higher and higher.

  Our breathing became ragged, as we panted out our pleasure, signaling our impending climaxes. “Fuck me,” she groaned, and I increased my pace, using my strength to drive her ass down into the mattress, my swollen cock head battering her womb.

  She began to whine low in her throat, picking up intensity as my cock whipsawed into her. It soon reached the next octave, and her mouth formed a round ‘O’ as she teetered on the edge of climax. I could feel myself sliding down that slope also, and I continued to fill her, over and over, each thrust pushing us both closer to the edge.

  Her moan hitched, and her body froze for a moment, and then she exploded, crying out loudly as her body began to convulse and thrash beneath me. I felt both the pain of her fingernails on my back, and the incredible sensation of her cunt squeezing me tightly in rhythmic spasms, and it sent me over the edge.

  Roaring loudly, I arched my back and buried my cock deep, feeling the waves of pleasure pulse through me as my cock bathed her womb with hot jets of seed. We held that way, locked together in ecstasy, riding out the storms of our orgasms as one. My cock continued to pump its load into her grasping depths, until it finally gave one last spasm and lay still, slowly softening as her slick walls held it snugly.

  I collapsed down on her, my gasping breath hot against her bare shoulder. She caressed my back as we held each other and recovered from our pleasure. Finally, I lifted my head to look down at her.

  She was smiling up at me, her eyes happy.

  I spoke first. “I haven’t felt that way since our first time together.”

  She nodded. “It’s the same for me. It’s like I’ve been waiting to get back to you without being aware of it.”

  “I’m not letting you go this time.”

  Her smile widened. “I don’t want to go.”

  I rolled off of her and lay on my back, and she turned and snuggled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. We lay like that for a long time, half undressed and talking in whispers.

  She moved up and kissed my lips, and I kissed her back, feeling my passion rising once again. After a minute she moved to her knees and began to undress me, pulling my clothes off with my help. When she was done, she finished with her own clothes, and
then straddled my waist, leaning down to resume our kiss.

  My cock surged back to hardness, and she shifted down, pressing her pussy along its underside. Hunching her hips, she rode her clit along my length, painting my cockskin with a fresh coat of her juices, making our contact slick and warm.

  After a while, she rose up and reached down to hold my cock in position. I groaned loudly as she pressed down on it, and it felt like her pussy was flowing down around me, encasing my shaft in tight warmth.

  She rode me slowly, reminding me of that night nine years ago, when I had lain between her legs, nervously pressing my cock into a pussy for the first time. But halfway through she had taken control, rolling us over so that she could determine the pace. Now it felt like I was transported back, as I stared up at her beautiful face, so content from the pleasure she was getting from having me inside of her.

  She came once, and then again as I held her hips tightly and groaned, once again flooding her core with my seed.

  She fell asleep on my chest, and I awoke sometime in the night to discover her mouth on my cock, gliding her lips up and down the shaft. I reached down and pulled on her hip, urging her to turn around and straddle my head. This was something I hadn’t done to her our first time, and as I lifted my head and wormed my tongue between her slick labia, I got my first real taste of her. It was wonderful.

  I came first, and she kept her lips tight around me, swallowing as I spurted against the roof of her mouth. When I recovered I lifted my head and resumed sucking her clit, and batting it with my tongue. She came loudly several minutes later, her body thrashing and spasming as her pussy throbbed warmly against my face.

  When her climax ebbed to shudders, she turned back around and lay on me, resting her head on my chest, falling asleep in my arms.

  * * *

  Eight years later.

  The sound of my daughter’s cries woke me, and I quickly got out of bed before they disturbed my wife. The five-year-old was sitting up in her bed, and I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulder.