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   Cheryl
   I had been what I thought was staring discretely at this girl for a
couple of days, ever since the beginning of criminology class.  For the
longest time most of the class thought she was deaf, the only communication
she ever exhibited was sign language.  She stayed to herself, "talking"
only to a couple of guys who knew sign.  I noticed her the first time I saw
her, she was beautiful.  Not really gorgeous, but pretty.  She had long,
frizzy dirty blonde hair and a pretty, innocent looking face.  Her eyes
were a pure blue, and she generally wore tight blue jeans and a sweater of
some kind with her brown leather penny loafers and thick cotton socks that
made her look like a "good girl."
   For what ever reason, I was immensely attracted to her, but for what
ever reason, I convinced myself that we wouldn't work.  For starters, I
didn't even know sign language.
   A couple of weeks later, all that changed.
   "How old are you?" I heard a sweet voice ask.  I looked up, only to find
this girl leaning over my table.
   "Nineteen," I answered, Shocked that she had just spoken, but doing my
best to control my expression.  She leaned back to her table, returning to
her conversation with her friends.  I stared at her for a moment, amazed
that I had just heard her voice.
   I continued to watch her for the next couple of days, not sure of what
my next move should be.  Every one else in the class seemed to be equally
shocked at her sudden speech ability.  During a review for a test, she
seemed to know all the answers, talking as freely as if she had always done
it.
   The next day, she completed her test before me and left before she had
gotten her grade.  I stayed, fairly sure I knew where I would be able to
find her.  I had seen her up by the school library a couple of times
before.
   I was pleased with my first test grade of the class, and I felt rather
confident, like I could accomplish about anything.  As I came around the
corner of the library, I saw her sitting with the guys from class.  All the
confidence I had gotten in class disappeared.  I instantly felt my stomach
sink, and a nervous, nauseous feeling over come me.  I stared for a moment
deciding what I should do, run or face the fire.  I knew I wouldn't be able
to live with my self if I ran.  Reluctantly, I slowly walked over to her,
fighting hard to resist the bitter fear that was quickly surging through my
veins.
   "Hey," she greeted, pulling out a Marlboro Red and lighting it with a
intricately designed Zippo, "how'd you do on the test?"
   "Ninety-eight," I said, guessing she probably did better.
   "Damn," she replied," I didn't even answer five or six questions.  I
sure as hell didn't want to stay for my grade."
   "You got a class to go to now," she asked, finishing her cigarette, and
looking up at where I stood.
   "No," I replied, " I'm pretty much done for the day." Usually I was
turned off by cigarettes, but for some reason they gave this girl an
arousingly contradictory look, 'a good girl gone bad' kind of thing.  I was
turned on.
   "Good, you can keep me company." She didn't really say it as a request,
but more of a command, " I don't feel like going to class, and my cars in
the shop.  I got to wait around until my dad comes to get me at four." I
sat down by her, not really knowing why.  "What's your name?"
   "Matt," I replied, noticing the light freckles on her creamy, smooth
skin.  Her face was flawless, and her eyes were captivating.
   " I'm Cheryl," she said, lighting up another cigarette.  "'You smoke?"
she questioned.
   "No," I admitted.
   "Good," she said as she took a deep drag, blowing the smoke from her
mouth, "Don't start.  Nasty habit.  I wish I could quit."
   We talked for an hour, exchanging personal information.  She was
studying to be a civilian investigator for the Navy, and her truck was in
for a engine repair that had already taken two weeks more than it was
supposed to.
   She went on to tell me a little about her social life.  She lived with
her dad and step mom, who she absolutely could not stand.  She told me how
they got into fights almost every day.
   "I hope you don't mind bitches," she said after a story of their most
recent fight, "because I'm one of the biggest around."
   "No, not really," I lied.  The truth was I had just ended a relationship
with one.  But Cheryl didn't seem any where as bad as her, just demanding
enough to make me want her, bad.
   After a little while, I was getting a little tired of just sitting.  If
she got her way, I would wait there until her dad came to pick her up a
couple hours later.  I liked her a lot, but I really didn't feel like
waiting that long.  "You want a ride home?" I asked, hoping this time she
would say yes.
   "If you want to drive all the way to Deltona, sure."
   "Sure, it's not that far," I answered, gathering up all my stuff and
standing up.  We walked to the parking lot, talking about nonsense the rest
of the way.
   "You have a boyfriend?" I asked on the way to her house.  I couldn't
believe that I actually had the courage to ask her if she wanted a ride
home.  I was usually a coward when it came to members of the opposite sex,
and I was feeling pretty lucky, having this gorgeous creature sitting in my
car, only a few inches away, her round, her delicious perfume filling my
senses, and arousing me even more.
   "No," she answered, "We broke up a couple of months ago.  He cheated on
me."
   "I know how it feels," I said, " that's what happened to my last
relationship."
   "The sex was good while it lasted," she said, " but now I'm really
starting to miss it."
   "I know what you mean," I agreed, thinking the same thing.  I hadn't
made love in five months, and I was really starting to feel the strain.
   We talked casually the rest of the way, she directed me to where she
lived.  It really didn't seem as far away as she made it seem.  As we
pulled up in the drive way of her house, she thanked me for the ride home.
   "You want to come inside for a little while," she asked as she gathered
her books and slid the seat back.
   "Sure," I agreed, shutting off the engine and getting out.
   Her home was new, and decorated in light colors.  "Go ahead and have a
seat," she invited after she unlocked the door and threw her books on the
cream colored couch, walking down a hall to the kitchen, "make yourself at
home."
   I shut the front door behind me and sat down on the biggest of the three
couches in the front room.  I looked around nervously until Cheryl
reappeared with a couple of wine coolers.
   "Here," she said, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch.
   "Thanks," I took the drink, and opened it, sipping it casually.  I had
never been much of a drinker, and wasn't really used to the taste of the
alcohol.
   "So how long have you and your girl friend been broken up?" she asked,
taking another deep swallow of her wine cooler and put it on the coffee
table in front of us.
   "About five months," I answered, doing the same.
   "You been with anyone since then?" she asked naturally.
   "No," I said, "just looking for the right girl, I guess."
   "Me neither," she added, her eyes getting dark as she scooted a bit
closer on the couch.  "I sucks not getting any for that long, doesn't it?"
   "Oh, yeah," I agreed.  I was beginning to understand now, and I leaned
closer, my eyes closing as our lips touched.  Her lips were as soft as
satin, and I felt mine were on fire as the warmth of her tongue flooded my
mouth and made my whole body seem instantly alive.  I felt stupid for not
understanding before, but now that I did, I totally agreed.
   Within moments, we were wrapped deep in an embrace of passion,
soul-kissing, and struggling to control ourselves even a little, but
failing.  Our mouths collided like two starved scavengers, our hands
roaming greedily across each others body, groping and fondling, desperate
to fulfill our own deep passions and desires.
   We broke reluctantly, gasping for breath.  She looked down at me from
her position above me on the couch, her blue eyes hot with lust and pent-up
passion.
   "I need you," she whispered heatedly, "I'm yours to do what ever you
need."
   I smiled as I pulled her torso up so it was resting on mine.  She smiled
when she felt my already solid prick.  She sat up fully, and lifted the
cream colored sweater from her body, revealing her immense breasts
restrained only by a cream colored bra, reinforced to hold back the weight
of her immense tits.  I struggled to sit up, kissing her neck and chest as
I worked my T-shirt off, revealing my bare chest.  Her skin felt like the
softest silk as we pressed together, returning to our desperate kiss, more
passionate and untamed than before.  My hand slipped around her back,
unclipping her bra and pulling the straps off her shoulders.  With a little
help, I had her bra off, my chest pressing against her naked tits, igniting
fires of lust as our nipples rubbed together like two ends of an
electrified wire.
   Slowly I moved lower, drowning her neck in fiery kisses, moving lower,
caressing her large mammaries with feverish licks.  I cupped her tits in my
hands, lifting each nipple to my mouth in turn as our hips gyrated in
rhythm concealed in our constricting jeans.  Cheryl gasp above me, caught
in the rapture of pure carnal ecstasy.  My tongue flicked wickedly across
her coarse nipple, sending nails of ecstasy shooting throughout her body as
she held my head fast against her breasts.
   As I engulfed her mountainous tits, my hands slipped down to her jeans,
unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down.  Together, we managed to work
her pants off without ever haven broken my connection.  Now she sat on top
of me, totally nude save for her thin high cut panties and thick cotton
socks.  I rolled her over to the bottom, my weight now pressing on her bare
body.  I took in her stunning form, her elegantly curved legs, her just
wide enough hips, her thin torso and enormous breasts.  This girl was as
close to perfection as was humanly possible, and she was giving me the
honor of pleasuring her.  I was honored beyond words, and I would
fulfilling my duty with the greatest pleasure, satisfying her every need
and want, her every fantasy completely.
   She looked up, her eyes following me meticulously as I positioned my
self between her eager spread legs.  I carefully removed her panties,
sliding them off her smooth, flawless legs, enjoying the opportunity to
remove the last article of this insatiable creatures clothing.  Once it was
free of her still socked feet, I lowered my head in homage to her lower
lips, spreading them gently apart with my fingers as my tongue danced
around the edges, tempting her cruelly before slowly working my way in,
easing my tongue through her inner lips and flicking her vulva and sucking
her deeply.  Cheryl writhed in pleasure as I assaulted her cunt with the
skill of a adept lover.  She cringed as I dipped my rough tongue deep into
her hole, stroking her flooded inner walls and viciously sucking her clit.
Within seconds, Cheryl's hips were grinding against my mouth as she groaned
aloud, urging me on with her burning cries of desire.  I slowed my pace
down, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, but leaving her hanging. 
Slowly I increased it again, driving her wild with each stroke of my strong
tongue.  Her pussy was sweet, like pure wild honey, and bubbled with the
intense heat generated by her lust.
   As my pace increased, I caressed her tight bottom with my hands, a
couple of my fingers found their way to her tight hole.  Slickening one
with Cheryl's own dripping juices, I carefully eased my finger inside her
elastic opening, cautiously pushing it deeper into her ass until I slid
down to the knuckle.  I began finger fucking her ass, my tongue still
digging deep into her oozing slit.  It was too much for her, and she came,
hard and loud, crying out in the agony of overwhelming delight that crushed
her soul like a building, collapsing her nerves and toppling her control
down form the base.
   "OH, YESS!" she screamed, "Eat my fucking pussy!  Eat me!  OHH!  I'm
coming!  I'm coming!  YESSSSSS!  OHHHH YESSSSSS!"
   Cheryl shuddered on the couch as the last twinges of her fierce orgasm
seared her body and left her utterly satiated.  She slowly regained control
of her breathing and managed to open her eyes, still heavy with desire.
   "Why are you still wearing your pants?" she asked, her voice rough with
her exertion, "Give me your dick."
   I gladly obeyed, stripping of my shoes and pants quickly and presenting
my painfully hard cock to her.  She smiled, gripping it firmly and stroking
it a couple of times.  My knees weakened as her strong hand slid up and
down my taught shaft, bringing forth a drop of precum.  She smiled up at
me, her eyes once again filled with her undeniable lust.
   "Seven or eight inches," she said aloud as she licked the drop of
precum, "it'll do."
   Slowly her tongue slid around my cock like a boa wrapping it's prey in
it's coils, squeezing the life out of it.  Her tongue was like steel as it
curled around my dick, her mouth following as I eased myself down on the
opposite end of the couch.  She followed me, her mouth clamped tight to me,
never once separating as we moved.  I watched from between my spread legs
as the girl whom I had only met a few hours ago took my prick into her
mouth, sucking as if she knew just where every nerve of my cock was.  She
was amazing, each stroke of her skilled tongue brought new plateaus of
ecstasy to me, while groan after groan of pleasure escaped my lips.  Her
mouth rode my erect pole like a piston, her tongue busily searching my cock
for new areas of sensitivity while her mouth sucked it, caressing it's
receptive, vulnerable belly, making me beg to cum in her.  Her hands
caressed my nuts as her mouth moved lower, even replacing her hands as it
took in first one then the other testicle as she gently but insistently
drove me out of my mind.
   Slowly and seductively, she flipped me over so now I was on top, and
gripped her chest , signaling for me to lay my nearly spewing shlong
between her tits.  "Fuck my tits," she said hoarsely, her voice so full of
lust she could barely form the words.
   I obeyingly placed my cock between her white melons, and watched in awe
as Cheryl wrapped it in a blanket of female flesh.  My tip barely cleared
the top of her artificial cavern as Cheryl's saliva lubricated the tube.  I
tried to control my self as I began my gyrations into her breasts, but I
soon found it impossible, my cock nearing the bursting point with each
stroke.  Cheryl's thick, red tongue snaked out and licked my head each time
it cleared the top of her tits, and between that and the tight grip her
tits had on my cock, my orgasm over took me in a matter of minutes.
   As soon as I felt the tingles of my impending climax, my pace quickened.
Cheryl knew too, and opened her mouth wide.  My orgasm hit me like a
semi-truck, hitting me with the force of a thousand horses as wave after
wave of hard, fleshly pleasure blasted against me.  I could feel each
volley of cum as it slid up my spewing prick, approaching the tip.  Just as
it did, I quickly slid out of Cheryl's fierce grip and stuck my cock deep
inside her open mouth where she gladly finished me off, sucking deeply
until every mind dissolving missile of jizz jetted into her thirsty mouth
and down her ravenous throat.
   As my orgasm subsided, I slumped, against the back of the couch, sliding
down next to Cheryl.
   "You taste so good," she said, glimpsing my limp cock, "I guess you're
out of commission for a couple of minutes, huh?"
   I groaned in agreement, my body drained from the exhausting workout.
   Her hand slipped down to her furry apex.  I watched in amazement as she
slipped two fingers deep inside her bubbling snatch, causing heavy moans of
pleasure to come from her parted pink lips.  She closed her eyes and
pinched her nipple with her free hand as she continued to finger herself,
each stroke leaving her more and more breathless, and me more and more
aroused..  Within minutes, her constant fingering had brought her to a
orgasm, leaving her panting and moaning, and my prick at full attention.
   Cheryl opened her eyes, looking down at my rock hard member.  "Ready?"
she said, smiling as she gripped it firmly once again.
   "Uh huh," I groaned and moved to penetrate her missionary style.
   "No," she said, resisting, and moving from beneath me, " how much fun is
that?"
   I couldn't move as she positioned her self against the back of the
couch, her ass sticking out and offering a clear invitation for
penetration.
   I eagerly moved in behind her, fingering her soaked cunt, preparing it
for invasion.  I smeared the extra lubricant across her ass, slipping a
finger once again inside, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure from it's
owner.
   I removed my finger and slowly slid my cock between Cheryl's legs, her
hand guiding me inside her.  Her pussy was loose, but as I deliberately
began my gyrations, the feeling of intense ecstasy returned to me.  I
fucked her pussy as she crooned beneath me, urging me to continue.
   "Oh my god," she gasp, "You feel sooo good in me.  Please don't stop,
please fuck me, fuck me good."
   I slid in a couple more times, then quickly with drew, pressing the tip
of my cock against that of her anus before pushing in to the hilt.  I
stroked her ass a couple of more times before returning to her feverish
snatch, and fucking it once more.
   I repeated this maneuver a few more times until I thought I would
explode from the deep delight.  I quickly returned to her pussy, looking
over to the front door.  I was delighted to see every stroke I made into
Cheryl's lose snatch as her mirror reflected our nude forms.  Our eyes met
in the mirror as we both concentrated on the erotic sight as our hips
collided.  I desperately fought off my orgasm wanting to make this moment
last as long as it could, and wanting desperately to make sure Cheryl had
been thoroughly pleasured first.  I didn't have to wait long.
   Cheryl began to groan as she watched intently in the mirror, her hips
meeting mine in a more and more desperate manner as her breathing deepened.
She gripped my hands close to her tits as my cock repeatedly ravaged her
body, and my balls swung freely into her ass.
   "Ohh, yesss!" Cheryl cried as her climax overtook her, pleasure beat at
her body from all angles and her muscles tightened in the ultimate release
of sexual pleasure she had ever felt.  Her throbbing pussy squeezed my cock
as she exploded, her juiced flowing down my prick and down my legs as I
lost control and exploded within her.
   I erupted like a volcano, spewing my load deep into her quaking cunt as
my orgasm over take me as it's penned up pleasure surged into my
bloodstream, sending the euphoric feeling coursing though out my very
being. My cock delivered such a load that it hurt to deliver it, shooting
my cum rocketing deep into Cheryl's climaxing cunt, deep into the thick,
wet being of my new lover.
   Cheryl came again as my cum shot into her, her hips continuing to ride
my dick like an piston, firing nearly five hundred times a minute, and
delivering as much pleasure.
   I slowly pulled out, my dick dripping with the juices of our joining. 
Cheryl gladly sucked my dick into her mouth, cleaning it of it's slick
coating, and preventing it's shrinking while arousing in me a new craving,
a lust less desperate that before, but just as powerful.
   Despite my viscous climax, my dick still ached to fill her, and she
gladly excepted me again, pulling me between her spread legs and letting my
still raging hard prick slide into her warm, slippery cooze.  She was
nearly dry, and we gasp together as I slid down into the fiery dampness. 
Slowly we began our gyrations again, kissing lovingly as our hips gently
grinded against each other, filling us with renewed pleasure, and slow,
almost romantic ecstasy that was more erotic that before.
   As we fucked, we explored each other's body, kissing each other deeply,
and luxuriating in each other's flavor.  I suckled Cheryl's breasts,
bringing little cries of joy from her pouted lips as we mated.  She kissed
her eyes instinctively as I kissed her nape, my tongue massaging her neck
as my cock slid in and out of her now drewling cunt with long and relaxing
strokes, soothing her and filling her once again with erotic glee.  We
continued our leisurely screw for what seemed like the most pleasurable
hours of my life.  I had never experienced any thing like it, and as we
continued, I could feel my climax grow in side me, not hard and sharp like
before, but warm and inviting.  Cheryl's pussy sucked at my cock, and I
could feel her muscles tensing as her orgasms rippled through her, her
bristly bush now wet and sloppy from our constant fuck.  She continued to
climax beneath me with small ripple like orgasms that kept her purring with
the pleasure of the sexual act.  After nearly and hour of this slow,
sensuous sex, my orgasm finally climaxed, and as I pulled Cheryl close, her
warm inviting body buffeting mine as I came into her soaping cunt, my body
now drained of every ounce of energy.
   We both just laid there on the couch, unmoving.  My deflating cock still
filling her greedy snatch.  What ever force had brought us together, I knew
I owed it a great deal of gratitude.  I lay with my new found lover, far
more gratified than I had ever thought possible, my head spinning from the
repeated acts of tremendous rapture.  I felt Cheryl stir on top of me, her
arms wrapping around my neck, and her body snuggling against me.  My eyes
closed as the gratified commencement of sleep took my body, and slowly I
slipped form consciousness, my last thoughts that of love, that kind that
only Cheryl and I knew here, wrapped in each other's protective arms.
   -the Circusfish, 8/15/97
   
  
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