
Sherry  by Pete

It was 1984, and a beautiful early fall day in Southern Oregon, and Mary (my wife) had asked me to get a few things from the glorified junk shop that was about two blocks from our home. I had finished my shopping and gotten into the checkout line when I realized that the young lady in front of me was someone that we hadn’t seen for several years.

I tapped her shoulder and said, “Hi Sherry, where have you been hiding?”.

“I’ve been living down in Humbolt County for the past three years, and I’m on my way with the girls to Seattle to live. I couldn’t stand Bill any longer.”

“Well, Mary and I live just around the block, and if I tell her that I saw you and couldn’t talk you into stopping by, she'll be pissed at me.”

“How about if I follow you to your place with my pickup and we’ll fill each other in on all the juicy details.”

“Fine, I’ve got the silver Honda Accord parked right by the door.”

When we arrived at my place a few minutes later, Sherry chased her two girls to the front porch and went around to the back of the truck. I joined her and asked what she getting. She replied. “I can’t visit without bringing a little present”.

I looked into the back of the camper shell on the pickup, and saw that it was filled with stuffed black plastic bags. She opened one.

The smell of skunk almost overwhelmed me. The bags were filled with the most beautiful reefer buds that I’d seen in a long time. I figured that there most have been close to a quarter million in Humbolt County weed in that truck. Sherry grabbed a small bag, dumped a generous couple of ounces into it and we headed into the house.

“Sherry, where in Hell did you get all of this?”

“It’s my share of the last three years crops.”

Annie (aged nine) and Crystal (aged eleven) were getting under foot, so we asked our boys (Tom aged thirteen and Marty aged eleven) to take them to the back yard and keep them occupied for a while so we adults could talk.

I grabbed one of our bongs, filled it with some fresh cold water, Mary hit the fridge for the bottle of white wine and we settled in for the BS session.

Several hours later, I remembered that there was nothing in the house for dinner that night, and that I was supposed to have gone grocery shopping…… We told the kids to stay out of trouble that we were going to Safeway.

You should never go for groceries when your high, we weren’t high, we were righteously ripped!

We shopped. We spent almost two hundred at Safeway, and we actually had enough real food for several days…… the bulk of it though was junk food (but it all looked sooooooo gooood while we were loading the cart).

I fixed BBQ’d hamburgers with all the trimmings for the crowd.

After dinner, we watched TV ‘til around 9 PM, and put the kids to bed for the night. We doubled the boys in one bedroom and put the girls into the vacated one. Then we got back into the bong and the wine.

When They were all tucked in for the night, Sherry asked if there was anything good to watch on the tube, and I told her. “Just the usual crap.”

Mary piped up with, “We have a pretty fair collection of videos on the high shelf.”

Mary and Sherry went over to sort through the stacks of tapes. About two minutes later, Sherry said, “Oh. You’ve got some X rated films. Can we watch some.

Mary and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said, “Why not.”

Sherry picked two, “Debbie Does Dallas” and “Inside Desiree Cousteau”.

Mary popped “Desiree” into the deck and both of them joined me on the sofa for a little (okay, a lot) more weed and wine.

Around midnight, I told Mary and Sherry that even though tomorrow was Saturday, I would most likely have a full days work and it was time for me to hit the sack. I brought out some sheets and a blanket for the sofa bed for Sherry and headed into the master bath for a hot shower.

The master bath had a tub. It also had a 5’ x 8’ shower with two heads and a 50 gallon gas water heater so you could get into a crossfire from the nozzles and stay until your skin started to slide of your body if you felt like it.

I’d been in the shower for about ten minutes when the curtain was suddenly pulled back and I heard  TWO voices say, “Surprise, Surprise”.

I turned to see TWO naked bodies getting in with me.

“We’re all stoned, you know where this could end up?” I asked.

Two voices said, “We sure do!”

At 130 lbs. On 4’10”, Mary is what you would call comfortably padded. She had a nicely rounded ass, wide solid hips and a little pooched out stomach that makes a wonderful pillow. Sherry on the other hand is about 5’7” and quite slim with small pointy breasts and small hip, but still in the very nice looking class.

“I’m game.” I replied, “But I’ve got to take care of something first.”

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my butt and went to my home office to change the message on my answering machine to, “We’re out of town camping for the weekend, we’ll handle all problems Monday morning.” and dashed back to the shower.

The two of them ganged up on washing me from hair to heels, then I ganged up on them returning the favor. Two heavenly bodies. I’ve got a boner that you could use to punch holes in steel plate. We rinsed, grabbed three big towels and spent the next ten minutes drying each other before jumping into the king-sized water bed.

I’m in the middle, Mary and Sherry were on their sides facing me, they’re taking turns, one stroking my cock the other gently fondling my balls and in the mean time my head is making like a windshield wiper turning from one warm probing mouth to the other.

After a little while I did a “U” turn between the two of them and they slid down so that we could pay a bit of attention to the more interesting parts.

While I was kissing first one lovely pussy then the other, Mary and Sherry were taking turns liking and sucking on my cock.  When they’d see me getting ready to cum, one of them would grab and squeeze the head to bring me back to earth then start teasing again.

We shifted around again. I’m still on my back, but Mary is straddling my hips with my prick buried to the hilt in her pussy, and Sherry is parked over my face and wiggling like she had St. Vitus Dance. I’m in heaven!

Mary and Sherry were hugging and kissing each other, I’m reaching up between them trying to figure out how to play with four breasts with only two hands and at the same time doing my damnedest to lap up pussy juice as fast as the one on my face could produce it. The one on my prick and I were making enough lubrication that it was dribbling all the way down the crack of my ass to the sheets

About every ten minutes, the girls would switch positions, and I’d have a chance to ease off (I wanted to make this last as long as possible).

We’d been at it for almost two hours when I decided I couldn’t hold out any longer, and asked , “Which one of you gets the load? I can’t hold out any longer.”

Mary said, “You have to give the first batch to Sherry. It’s only common courtesy to our lovely guest.”

I had Sherry get on her hands and knees, went around in back of her and slid my dick up and down her pussy for a moment and then slowly shoved it all the way in.

I could feel the head of my cock bumping her cervix, so moved my hips from side to side giving it a massage. Sherry moaned and came.

I reached around with one hand and massaged her breast and she came again.

I used my other hand and rubbed her clit. She CAME AGAIN.

I fast stroke my prick into that hot wet hole, massaged her breast and rubbed her clit all at the same time and shot the most incredible load of all time into her pussy. She screamed, her ass was swinging in circles, I thought she would break my dick off. SHE CAME, She passed out.

Her arms gave out and her head and shoulders collapsed onto the pillow. I held her ass up by her hips and gave her little short slow strokes until she rejoined the world of the living, and let her gently the rest of the way down to the mattress.

Mary and I rolled her over onto her back, and while I sucked, nibbled and licked those cute little boobs, Mary proceeded to lick Sherry’s pussy ‘til it was sparkling clean. Sherry just lay there and gibbered quietly.

We snuggled for a while. Me in the middle with a head on each shoulder, four warm breasts pressed against my ribs and two hot pussies pushed tightly to my hips. Is this heaven? You bet!

We lay there for almost an hour just talking quietly and then they started playing with my dick. When it was fully erect, Sherry whispered in my ear, “Time for you to do your wife properly.”

I began by doing some serious spit swapping with Mary, gradually working done to those fabulous “Double D’s” while Sherry lapped at Mary’s pussy

 Then I rolled onto my back while the girls climbed aboard…..Mary sitting on my face and Sherry on my prick.

I licked Mary for a bit and then sucked her clit between my lips and gave it a thorough tongue lashing while Sherry top fucked me just enough to keep me as hard as a steel bar.

Mary came at least three times before climbing off my face, assumed the kneeling position and said, “Drill for oil Daddy.”

Who am I to refuse a damsel in distress?

I got out from under Sherry, knee walked behind Mary and slid slowly all the way in.

I did. I drilled for oil. I drilled for gold. I drilled for the center of the earth. Even after fifteen years, Mary still had the finest pussy I had ever had.

I stroked that pussy all the way to the bottom. I’d pull out until only the head of my prick was barely inside her and then slowly slide back to the bottom. She dropped her head and shoulders to the pillow, sticking her ass as high as it would go and rammed it back at me as hard as she could. Damn. Pure pussy! Pussy that was pretending my prick was some kind of cows teat. Pussy that milked my cock for all that it was worth.

Sherry scooted around to where she could rest her back against the headboard and presented her cunt to Mary for a bit of attention. Mary obliged.

I reached around Mary’s hip and spread her nether lips with two fingers, stroked her clit with a third and used the ball of the thumb on the other had to make little pressing motions against her anus.

Mary came. Sherry came. I came. We all came. Hooray!!!!!

That was it for Friday night. You couldn’t have gotten me stiff with spray starch and a hot iron after that. We fell asleep with me back in the middle and to warm ladies snuggled up close using my shoulders for pillows.

Four hours later, the kids were up and hungry.

Mary and Sherry got up long enough to feed the mob, make sure that they had something to do and came back to bed for more sleep.

We finally crawled out of bed around noon, fed ourselves brunch, gave the mob some lunch and then sat down to decide what the agenda would be for the rest of the weekend. It ended up with Mary and Sherry taking turns keeping an eye on the four kids while which ever one was free and I made typhoon sized waves in the waterbed.

Dinner that night was fairly easy. One of the things that had caught my eye while shopping was a “Cure 81” ham. That with all the trimmings made for a heck of a meal, then back to the living room for more TV, good smoke and white wine ‘til the gang was ready to sack out around ten.

At last. The rug rats are asleep. Time for the adults to play some serious games again.

The girls went back to the tape collection, picked out two more XXX flicks and I dug out the remains of a small block of Lebanese hash that I had stashed in the bedroom. I machine rolled three king-size doobies with some of Sherry’s bud and shave a line of has through them, and we proceeded to get totally ripped while watching the movies.

Off to the master bedroom again, we daisy chained eating each other for a bit. We  played mutual masturbation games. We licked and nibbled on nipples and then we got down to brass tacks.

For one of the more interesting variations of the evening, I got Mary on her hands and knees, then had Sherry  half lie on top of her with both of their asses lined up vertically. With the two of them like this, I could make a few strokes in Mary, then pull out and make a few in Sherry. The girls couldn’t make up their minds, and alternated between giggling and moaning while I just grunted and stroked like a madman. When I went over the edge, my first two shots went into Mary, the next two into Sherry. A final shot into Mary and the dribbles into Sherry. Thank God for a bathroom between the master bedroom and the nearest kids room, or we would have had youngsters knocking on the door to see if everyone had lived through the screaming and moaning.

The three of us staggered into the shower for a cleanup that used up a whole tank of hot water and crawled back in bed to sleep. Yeah, right.

Mary woke me up around four with her lips locked around my dick. I pulled her ass around to where I could return the favor, licked her through two more orgasms and gave her a little protein to nourish her the rest of the night. That had killed an hour of my sleep time, but that wasn’t the last of it.

About six, Sherry got up for a kidney call, and when she came back to bed, I was awakened with one of those gorgeous little breasts in my mouth and a warm hand stroking my cock. Traitorous organ. I wanted to sleep. My cock didn’t. When Sherry bent down and inhaled my half hard cock, I said to myself, ‘Okay dick, you win again.’, and rolled Sherry over onto her back.

I started near the foot of the bed, slid up between her legs kissing my way North until I reached heaven. I’d been having a “box lunch at the “Y” for about fifteen minutes when I continued my slither up her body and poked into that wonderful warm cunt. I didn’t make love to Sherry that time. I fucked her bowlegged. If there hadn’t been so much lubrication from the two of us, we probably would have started a fire in the water bed. The waves were so big, I was afraid we were going to make Mary seasick. Sherry came first, and before she had a chance to come down from her peak, I got my nut. It was only three shots this time (what do you expect from a 45 year old man), but I tried to fold myself double and disappear into her pussy. We laid together for a few minutes basking in the afterglow until I softened enough to just kinda slide out.

Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t leave her lying there dripping, so I turned around and we licked each other clean. This time I got the protein…..Fresh creampie…...Hell of a snack! Back to sleep until the kids woke up.

We had a Sunday brunch. The ladies made the coffee and fried the bacon , then I fried up pancakes and eggs for the mob.

After we had eaten, we needed something to do for the rest of the day and decided to make a trip to a skinny-dipping hole on the Upper Applegate. The chosen point was referred to locally as the three pools. The first pool was deep with a 15 foot cliff on one side that was perfect for diving. The middle pool about a half block downstream was wider, nowhere as deep and had a three foot waterfall at the inlet making the most incredible Jacuzzi that you’ve ever dropped into, plus, the East side had an area where the lave rock was angled about 30 degrees to the afternoon sun. The third pool just down stream from there was very wide, about 8” to 10” deep and was where the little kids usually played.

There was no “hanky-panky” at the swimming hole. This was a place where you might find as many as 150 people on a hot weekend and the vast majority were families. We split up on arrival, the two boys going to the diving hole, the Sherry’s two daughters to the lower pool, and Mary, Sherry and I grabbed some toasty rock at the middle pool. The only personal contact until we left was periodic application of more suntan lotion.

Dinner that night was fairly late, around 8:30 PM, even though we had gotten home about 4. I had thawed the last of the venison from last falls hunt (a boned and rolled thigh of doe), and  it needed at least four hours at low heat. I had the fire at on end of the BBQ with plenty of wet mesquite chips, and the meat at the other end just doing its thing and getting really tender.

Sherry said she and the two girls had to leave for Seattle in the morning, as much as she regretted having to go, so we all crashed and burned by 10 PM. The kids were tucked into their respective beds, then Mary, Sherry and I retired to the master bedroom for a last evening of quiet love making.

Afterwards, as we lay there snuggling, we talked about how much we had enjoyed the weekend and each other and our regrets that things were coming to an end. Sherry told us that she had met Bill while she was a senior in school, and that after they graduated he had joined the “Hells Angels”. The sex had been so so, and more than once Bill had “pulled a train” on her with a bunch of his biker buddies but this weekend was the first time that she had ever felt really loved. We cuddled, pulled up the quilt and drifted off to sleep. We were up and about by 6:30 Monday morning, had a big breakfast, made a stack of venison sandwiches for their trip and said our slightly tearful good-byes.

I remembered the ounce and a half that was still under the coffee table, and Sherry said it was a present to us and to think about her each time we fired a bowl or rolled a doobie. We thanked her one last time and watched as the truck disappeared down the street.

Sherry and her girls headed North. That was the last time we saw her, and from time to time we still think about that weekend and wonder what ever happened to her.

We hope with all our hearts that she found someone that truly appreciates her loving qualities to take care of her for life.

Pete, 10 August 2008

