Readers often e-mail me after enjoying one of my autobiographical stories and ask, "Are your stories true?" Sure, of course they are, every word. Well, mostly. Sometimes, maybe. At least, as far as I remember things.
Ah, fuck it, let's not over-analyze, just enjoy!
Cheryl Morgan had, shall we say, a very healthy attitude when it came to sexual exploration. That bode especially well for me since I had been her designated 'friend with benefit' for several months now. Ours was a very symbiotic sexual relationship. After all, a man needs some 'strange' pussy every bit as much as a woman needs her sidebar cock.
Cheryl and I worked together. No, wait, that wouldn't be entirely accurate. Cheryl and I worked for the same company is more like it. She was a shoe department manager in a chain of department stores in the greater Philadelphia area, and I was a IT engineer whose job entailed going to the branch stores and providing a lot of systems training. About an hour after my group training seminar in the West Chester store, most of the attendees convened at the local watering hole across the street, blissfully unaware of Cheryl's and my absence for about twenty minutes.
And that was because Cheryl and I were enjoying our own happy hour in the parking lot, which ended with a very happy ending with me coming all over Cheryl's huge tits after a backseat blow job that should have merited her own training manual for oral administrations.
Ironically enough, I had a hot, steady girlfriend, Stephanie, who was an assistant buyer in the home office, and she was responsible for the same division of shoes in which Cheryl worked. Stephanie and Cheryl were very friendly. Cheryl always confessed that it made her so hot every time she talked to Stephanie after Cheryl and I had fucked the night before, or, in at least more than one instance, at lunch break on that same day.
It also turned Cheryl on when she asked Stephanie about her own sex life, and she regaled Cheryl with her animated stories about her "hot, hung" boyfriend. Little did Steph know that Cheryl had some first-hand knowledge about the subject. The more Stephanie bragged about her sex life to Cheryl, the hotter Cheryl fucked me the next time she saw me. Yep, this was a pretty nice set-up, and it was about to get even better.
For her part, Cheryl was essentially engaged to be married to a construction project manager who spent about seventy-five percent of his time on the road. So, as Cheryl always reasoned, "what's a girl to do" when boyfriend is away? Um, that's where I came in. And came we did, several times a week. She was perhaps the most fun steady-on-the-side-fuck that I had ever had.
You see, Cheryl was absolutely the ultimate fuck in bed! She got totally into it. She was a VERY sexual woman. She loved stripping, dressing up and playing with her toys. When she'd be fucking, she loved to move her entire body. She'd buck, bounce, moved her hips like she's dancing on you. She was into moaning, wailing, screaming and talking dirty! She loved oral sex, a lot! She was very experienced at it, loved giving and also receiving. She was into anal play and anal sex (and Stephanie most definitely was NOT) as long as I was gentle and went slowly, at first at least, until her asshole got used to my size, and then she wanted it fast and hard. She loved being on top, doggy-style and reverse cowgirl. What's not to love, eh?
Cheryl lived in a big house that she and several other women rented, just outside of Downingtown. Her one roommate, Bev, a willowy blonde who seemed to be a frequent entertainer of male visitors herself at the 'brothel', as I jokingly called the house, had just moved out within the last week. Personally, I thought this was a shame, because Cheryl and I had just recently started to discuss in earnest the possibility of enticing Beverly to join us in our carnally aerobic activities. The fact that Bev moved out did not necessarily preclude such an inclusion in the future, but, well, let's face it, proximity and convenience are often mitigating factors when talking about bringing someone into a threesome.
This may be an opportune time to describe Cheryl's features. I'm not going to lie to you, Cheryl probably had about fifteen extra pounds on her and as much as we tried to work it off of her during our sexually wrestling matches, those pounds weren't going anywhere. This never bothered me in the slightest, however, because, well, let me put it to you this way, picture Anna Nicole Smith's classically pretty face, platinum blonde hair, ruby-red blowjob lips, and that magnificent rack that would stop traffic on the Autobahn, and well, that was pretty much Cheryl.
40D was the magic number and letter of Cheryl's tits ('The Goodfellas', as I affectionately called them), that was Cheryl's most impressive attribute, and after one of her world-class hummers, my semen would inevitable find that cleavage like a homing pigeon delivering a letter. A buddy of mine once accurately said that where big tits are to be found, a big ass will soon follow, and in Cheryl's case, this was true. Yet, she also had a golden, tight pussy that was among the most delectable that I had ever savored, and Cheryl's love for providing oral homage, as already touched upon earlier, was matched only by her passion as a recipient of same.
On this particular Thursday evening, Cheryl had asked me to come to her house around seven-thirty, with the understanding that her other two roommates wouldn't be home until around eleven, and our plan was to fuck in every nook and cranny of the house for a few hours, with unfettered access to things like the hot tub, the kitchen counter, the outside patio deck, etc.
I had only been in the house for perhaps three minutes, yet I already was buried deep inside of Cheryl's receptive cunt, grabbing her fleshy ass, her shorts bunched around her ankle, my hands assaulting those gigantic missiles beneath Cheryl's thin tank top, preparing to release them so that they could flop on the formica as I bent her over the kitchen sink and pummeled her already juice-covered cunt as Cheryl howled her now-familiar and distinctive sex wail, reminiscent of a beagle in heat. "Wooooo-oooooo-ooooooo!"
It was right about then that, even above the din of Cheryl's rousing verbal approval of my cock buried deep within her tunnel, I heard a slight squeak on the hardwood floor and was it my imagination, or did I see some movement in the reflection of the kitchen window? Yep, I did.
I pulled out of Cheryl with such suddenness that her chin almost hit the countertop because she had been supporting her weight on her elbows, which quivered when I let go of my grip on her tits. I turned around, not even completely cognizant that my eight inches were at full attention and dripping with Cheryl's creams and nectars, and the intruder and I looked at each other. Well, actually, the intruder, a VERY attractive angular redhead, looked straight down at my twitching cock, which was leaking pre-cum and waving a happy introductory hello, a bouncing salute of sorts.
The redhead's face turned about the shade of her hair, or my cockhead, or Cheryl's ass from my pounding, take your pick, you get the idea, there was a lot of flushing and blushing and engorged blood going on all at once.
Reds pulled her hands from her mouth long enough to stammer, "Ooh, my God, I am SO sorry, oh my, I don't know what to.......um, I'll tell you what, I'll just leave, I'm so..." But I noticed a curious thing. She never moved, and her eyes flickered back and forth from Cheryl to me.
Or, rather, my cock. Her gaze kept lingering at my cock. And, was that a look of disgust or arousal twinkling in her bright green eyes?
Cheryl, ever the bold one, made no attempt to cover up, placed her hands on her naked hips, and turned to face the newcomer, whose eyes naturally went like a laser to Cheryl's glistening, gaping pussy and uncovered massive tits. There was a lot of exposed genitalia for one kitchen.
"Excuse me, but someone is in the wrong house her, and it's not us," she barked, pointing at me and her tits (if you pointed in Cheryl's general direction, the tits always seemed to get in the way, a safe lightning rod, of sorts). "Who the fuck are you, anyway?"
