"I musta woke Mom up," Sheri said, putting the phone back on the hook. She opened the glass doors and stepped from the booth. The man who called himself Roger stood leaning against the fender of his car. He smiled at her, ground his cigarette out with a twist of his foot.
"Well?" he asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, she said you were a friend of my dad's right." Sheri tossed her school books into the seat of the Lincoln and studied the man again. He had on faded denims and a cowboy shirt. His hair was blond and curly. It was a strange feeling, looking at him. She'd always imagined her father's hair as being blond, too. She wished she knew her father's name. But Mona had always kept that secret well. "Mona says I can go with you if I want. Are you really going to buy me a new dress?"
"Sure. Your old man was a good friend of mine. Real good friend." Roger looked at his hands, then at Sheri. "I promised him that if I ever got way, I'd show you a good time."
"Where is my father?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I had to promise your mother I wouldn't talk about any of that."
Sheri sighed. "Yeah. She hates him. She won't tell me anything about him at all."
"Well, come on. Let's go get that dress." Roger opened the door for her.
Sheri ended up with three dresses, a new pair of hip huggers and a top. Roger had driven to the most expensive boutique in town. She was sure he'd dropped over three hundred dollars. When they were back inside his Lincoln she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him.
"I wish I could thank my daddy, too," she breathed.
"Maybe you have, honey, maybe you have."
Roger drove her to a fancy restaurant and they went inside. Even though he wore jeans, the waiter smelled money. He took them to a dark, corner table. Sheri let Roger order her a mixed drink. In a classy place like this, nobody checked I.D.'s.
She kept finding herself staring at the good-looking man. He looked about the same age as Mona. He was awful sexy. And so darned nice. Alter a sip or two of alcohol she let down her reserve completely and slipped her little hand in his big one. She wanted to show him that she appreciated his attention. And too, she was curious about whether or not she could interest an older man. Getting Uncle Robby to like her had been one step. But Roger was obviously experienced, mature. Did he think of her as a child? Or had he considered her as a female? She was trying so hard to act sophisticated.
"I'm not hungry," she said when the waiter came to take their order. "I'm too excited."
"I'll just fuel us up some more then," Roger said, ordering two more drinks. She snuggled against his side. The alcohol was giving her courage. She leaned her head against his shoulder. She had his hand in both of hers and though she didn't plan on it, his palm somehow ended up against her thigh. The short dress she had on had slipped up enough so that she could feel his touch on her bare skin. It set off wonderful tickles between the lips of her pussy.
"Your dad said you were something special," Roger drawled.
"But he hasn't seen me since I was a baby."
"Well, you must've been a special baby then." He tried to take his hand away from her thigh, but Sheri pulled it back again. He gave her a funny look, took a swallow of his drink.
"I don't mind if you touch me," she said, proud of her experience with Robby.
"I don't think your daddy would approve," Roger said. He had a funny look on his face.
"Oh. Yeah." Roger managed to slip his hand from her clutching fingers. She felt disappointed. He didn't think she had anything going for her when it came to being a woman. She bit her lip, determined to make him notice her femininity.
"Let's go for a ride!"
"I think I oughta be getting you home to your mother."
"I don't want to go home, I want to go for a ride." She pressed her slender body against Roger. Though it was pretty daring, she slipped a hand against his belly and hugged.
"You're a little high, I think."
"I'm used to being high." She giggled, wishing she could tell him about the grass she smoked. But Roger was probably too old-fashioned to understand. She let her hand fall against his thigh. "Take me for a ride."
They drove out into the country. It was still hours from sunset and the shadows sped across the long hood of the Lincoln. Sheri cuddled against Roger's warm side. He hooked an arm around her for a little while but took it back again so he could turn off onto a dirt road which led to a lake she knew about.
As soon as he'd stopped the car he got out. Sheri had hoped he might kiss her first. She'd sure given him plenty of opportunities. He lit a cigarette and sat on one fender. Sheri kicked off her shoes and bounced around on the grassy beach.
"Let's go swimming," she laughed.
"You go ahead."
"You gotta go too. Come on…" She started unbuttoning his shirt. Roger threw his cigarette down and peeled off his jeans. Sheri draped her dress on a bush by the water's edge. It made her blush to do it, but she skinned her panties too and tossed them on a branch too. Roger looked like he was blushing.
"Come on in," she giggled, splashing her feet, "the water's fine."
"Okay, okay."
Roger waded in until his shorts were damp. Sheri laughed at him again but when she saw the shape of his cock showing through the soaked cotton, she swallowed hard and felt a giddy rush of excitement cover her body.
They dog-paddled around, only their heads sticking out of the water. Sheri was more curious than ever about this stranger with the fancy car and gobs of money. She paddled up against him and threw her around his neck.
"Thanks a lot Roger. For everything." Then she kissed him on the mouth. At first he tried to pull away, but she clung all the harder. She let him know that she could kiss. Finally he let her tongue between his teeth. She felt him weaken, felt his arms slide up her naked body. Then she was pulled hard against him. The rigid spear of his cock bobbed up against her mound. She moaned and kissed him deeply.
"Sheri… damn."
"Ohhh Roger, that felt good." She floated there in his arms. Her nipples were rigid from the cold water. As she bobbed in the waves, the pink nubbins raked his hairy chest. She'd never seen so much hair. It felt sexy against her skin.
"We'd better get the hell out of here."
"Not yet," Sheri cooed. She had sneaked a hand down to where his underwear still clung. She knew the liquor had given her the courage to dig under the elastic band of his shorts. As her small fingers circled the huge shape, Roger grunted low in his throat.
"Ohhhhh," she breathed, "ohhhh gosh, I'm excited." She squeezed the warm cock. It was lot bigger than she'd expected. It was thicker than Uncle Robby's slender organ. And it was longer too! The head seemed to be covered by a protective skin. Roger had never been circumcised. She'd never seen an uncircumcised prick. Her curiosity fired her excitement all the more.
"You should take your underwear off," she said. "They're wet anyhow."
"I'm about to take you home, young lady. Unless you shape up pretty quick."
"I'm not that dumb," she giggled. "I know you like it. A man likes it when he's hard like you are." She pumped the loose skin up and down his cockshaft. The head bulged inside the taut covering that clung to its sensitive surface.
"Sheri… damn you!"
"It's fun fooling around in the water, isn't it?" She kissed his neck, brushed her small, hard tits against his chest. "I've never done anything in the water before."
"And you ain't now. Come on!" Roger started walking his way toward the shore. She let him drag her along, but never let go his cock for a second. Roger found bottom and stumbled ashore. "Let go, damn it." Sheri let go. She pouted at him, then twirled a wet hank of her blonde hair and brushed it back and forth on her neck.
"Aren't I pretty? Don't you think I'm…"
"It doesn't have anything to do with that." Roger in his shorts floating in the lake and grabbed his jeans with an exasperated sound. Sheri felt cheated. If she didn't make her move quick, the whole evening would be a mess.
She ran at Roger hard, hit him in the stomach with her shoulder. They went down in a heap. Giggling, she wriggled hot way onto his chest and kissed his mouth hard. She wondered what her willowy, young body must feel like to him. Surely it must be feeling good. Roger's cock was hard as a chunk of steel. And ho was having trouble breathing right.
"Ohhhh Roger, you've been so nice to me. I wanted to be nice back." She licked his lips, then opened her mouth wide and kissed him again. Below she could feel that hard, hot cock pushing in the plumpness of her tummy. She wiggled and squirmed and thrust her slim hips up and down as if she were fucking already. Roger gasped, then he caught her bottom in both his hands.
"Sheri…"
"Oh, doesn't it feel good?" She licked him like a cat. Her blonde hair hung down on either side of his face. The long grass tickled every time she moved.
Roger tried to get up. He rolled Sheri off of him and got to his hands and knees. But she tasted blood now. She knew he was weakening. She knew she could have him if she just tried hard enough. That powerful looking cock swung heavily under his belly. Sheri squirmed half under him and got a good hold on it. Its size made her tremble. With careful fingers she forced the skin back until the purple head glistened nakedly.
"SOOO big," she gasped, "so darn big."
"Sheri. This can't be…"
She kissed his belly, looked tremblingly at his cocktip. "But I'm no dummy. I know how to please a man." Before she could lose her courage, she pushed her lips around the exposed barb of Roger's cock. It was a terribly daring thing to do, but she felt that if she could excite that sensitive crown, she would have him. He would fall in love with her then. An older man… and she'd have him wound around her little finger. She had images of herself riding around town in his big, white car. Her lips sucked noisily at the flared ridge of his cock. Roger groaned like he was losing consciousness. Her tongue lashed the cockhead. Then she pulled her lips free and lay on her back beside him.
"Roger… Ohh Roger, do it to me now! Fuck me!" She worked her trim ass in slow circles, thighs spread to invite him between them. He looked at her for a moment, his breathing labored. Then he gave a moan and foil between her slender, pubescent legs.
"Oh… God forgive me!"
"Yes!" Sheri sighed, the breath pressed from her chest by the heavy man. He kissed her hungrily, kissed her even bettor than she'd been kissing him. She found herself caught in a storm of love. His hands were everywhere, touching. His fingers kneading her inexperienced flesh. His lips sucked powerfully at her breast. The nipple burned wonderfully as he nibbled and licked it.
"Tongue so rough…" she moaned, pumping her trim hips furiously. The tip of his big cock was pressing against her mound. He was teasing her like that, just giving her a taste of it. She humped her body, rocked her hips. But still that engorged head hung out of reach.
"You're just a kid… my kid," Roger moaned. Sheri was too excited to concentrate on his exact words but it sounded like Roger was getting things all mixed up. She reached her thin arms around his neck.
"I'm not a virgin, Roger," she whispered hotly. "Don't be afraid of hurting me."
"Ohh damnit, Sheri…"
His cock was nestled into the tight hollow what her asshole began. She lurched her hips upwards, pressing her soft circle around the bulging tip. That was when Roger lost what little control he had left. He grabbed her see-sawing bottom and jabbed forward.
"Wow." He we lots bigger than Robby and the stretched feeling hurt slightly as he penetrated her. But it turned quickly to a lovely ache. Again she was being fucked and being fucked was about the best feeling in the world. "Nuuhhnnn… Ohhhhh, it's nice! Isn't it Roger? Isn't it?"
"Yeah… baby…!" He was nibbling her shoulders, rubbing her small breasts with his hands. Then he seemed to hold her everywhere so he could force more of his huge prick into her stretched but slippery pussy! Thank God a girl was really nice and slick, Sheri thought. She knew it was the only way someone so small could handle such a big cock like Roger had.
Roger moved again and she felt his hot shaft sliding deep. It rubbed the outer petals as it plunged in and out. The friction was light and tickly. She felt the tension building already. Her clit stood out from the sappy juicy membranes like a tiny cock that wanted to join the fun. She tilted her hips in a way that let the sensitive nubbin rub against Roger's body.
"It feels so big… way inside… that part that's all swollen up…"
Sheri was in ecstasy. The warmth of the older man's caresses, the way he held her so lovingly. She had the eerie feeling of being a baby in her daddy's arms. But of course she wouldn't remember that far back. Her dad had left home when she was too young to know what was going on. She hugged Roger against her breasts, pretending. Was it wrong to make believe your father was fucking you? Probably. Sheri had learned early on that just about everything a person daydreamed was wrong. But she'd always had a mind of her own. She made up her own rules. And she rarely felt the guilt that made most people miserable.
"Daddy," she breathed, not wanting Roger to hear. She was doing it for herself. And sure enough, the taboo words set off more explosions between her trembling thighs. She fucked her hips wildly and breathed the words again. "Ohhhh Daddy…"
"What? What did you say?"
"Nothin. Just that I'm glad you wanted me like this?" She offered her mouth to him. Roger took it, plunging his tongue between her teeth. Sheri sucked at it ravenously and the older man trembled with excitement. She was sure he'd never seen a girl so young that knew how to do things like that. She was proud of herself for learning so fast.
Roger managed to slide the last inch of his cock into her body. She felt all pushed around inside… all full of hot meat. She tilted her hips and felt his tip poke against the inside of her abdomen. Sheri was as surprised as Roger. She hadn't thought that she would be able to take every last inch of that huge shaft. But she had! And she still didn't feel anything pushing against the end of her tube.
"Sooo deep," she gasped, tossing her hair as he kind her. "You're really, really deep… I can't believe how, deep it is."
He pushed her thick hair back from an ear and started to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh. Sheri shuddered as his tongue poked into the tiny hole. His spit crackled and made her hug her arms around the small of his back. She was starting to pant like a dog.
"Yesssss! Ohhhh yesss!"
"Can you feel me way inside?" Roger whispered.
"Oh God yes!" She moved her trim ass, to tighten the slick folds inside her body. Roger closed his eyes and held his breath. She knew he could feel what her slippery surfaces were doing to that swollen knob at the tip of his cock. She moved again, concentrating on the exact angle that would do it right. Her concentration seemed to be working. Roger's mouth went slack and he sucked a quick breath as her muscles constricted around the base of his cock and then tightened all the way up into her body. At last she was squeezing that delicate barb again, rubbing her velvety slickness against it as she plunged her hips up and down.
She felt confident of her ability to please a man. A real grown-up man. And she wasn't the least bit shy about the realities of the situation. When she sensed that Roger's breathing was becoming more labored, she kissed him then whispered against his ear.
"If you're gonna come, why don't you let me put on a rubber for you. I got one." He looked at her with amazement.
"God, I can't believe you…"
"Hurry, I think I can feel it about to go off."
And she could. She could feel the swollen head pulling with each beat of Roger's heart. It was close to spurting hot cream deep into her body.
It was the one thing she knew she had to be careful about. Something like that could end a girl's fun pretty quick.
Roger cased his cock from her hole. As it came free of the tightened muscles around the opening of her pussy, Sheri trembled with the itchy goodness of it all. She was close to coming herself. She limped to the bush where she'd thrown her dress. But when she'd dug the foil packet from the pocket and turned, Roger was hopping on one leg, trying to get the other one in his jeans.
"Roger…" She ran to him.
"We can't do this, Sheri. I'll tell you why…" He groaned. "Don't do that… baby, please don't touch me."
Sheri wasn't about to give up now. She had his juice-drenched dick in her hands. She worked the foreskin down over his tip and back again. She was on her knees before him and kissed the fronts of his thighs. Roger's fingers loosened on his pants. They slipped down to his ankle.
"No, Sheri. I can't let this happen. I can't let it go on. Don't you see? Don't you know the truth?" Sheri didn't care about anything but the hunger that gnawed inside her. It was a fever, an insatiable hunger. The more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. And here before her was a lovely, hard prick. She couldn't let it go to waste. In her furious desire to keep Roger's interest, she began to lick the underside of his shaft. She ran her tongue daringly under the loose foreskin. As its soft-rough surface sanded the swollen lobes under his tip, Roger's knees shook. He liked it! She could hold him that way for sure!
"It's so pretty," she whimpered, "your cock… I love your cock." And then Sheri let her lips slip wetly around the streamlined shape. She let Roger's cock enter her mouth with agonizing slowness. He had stopped breathing now. He'd forgotten about getting his jeans on, too. She worked her tongue very slowly across the feverish head. She made circles, then troughed it so she could plunge ft way back. When she really stretched she could almost reach his balls. More cock inched into her mouth. She told herself that she wouldn't gag. If it would please Roger, she had to keep from choking. More cock slid between her teeth. It was more than she'd ever had in her mouth now. And she was taking it.
"Sheri… don't… God in heaven, don't!"
"Mmmmmnmm," she cooed, digging the point of her tongue into the hot spot between his cock's lobes. Roger's body jerked. Again his knees wobbled and he thrust his fingers in her blonde hair. She breathed noisily through her flared nostrils. She hooked her hands around the backs of her thighs so she could slide back and forth on the steaming chunk of meat that she was feasting on. Little by little she'd forced it into her throat and now she found she could swallow with the thing jammed back there. She could swallow without gagging. And everytime she swallowed, her throat closed down around the slick head.
"Shereeeee! Damn!"
She went on smacking and sucking, the saliva dripping from her chin. Roger lurched once as if he was trying to jerk his prick away from her hungry mouth. But she had a firm grip of his thighs and she was dragged along with him, her tongue never losing a beat.
Roger leaned heavily against the fender of his Lincoln. Sheri felt really strange. Like she'd become something wild, some crazed animal who'd latched onto this man to suck his juices. And she knew of course that in a few seconds it would happen.
But she clung fast to Roger's body, her head bobbing, her lips hot and wet around the shiny shaft. She'd long ago licked off all her own juices. But her mouth welled with spit. It dripped into the grass between Roger's feet. Her chin was shiny with it and so were her breasts.
"Stop… Sheri… God damn it!"
"Mm mmmmnnnnooo," she moaned through her nose. The tip of his cock was very, very taut now. And it had swollen suddenly much larger. She caressed it lovingly with her tongue, teasing his approaching come until it hung there like a bomb.
"Uhhhhh," Roger groaned, his fingers tightening in her blonde hair. Very slowly, Sheri sucked his bursting glans with the flat of her tongue. And it happened. She went dizzy as a frothing flood of cream rolled out of the tiny slit. The next surge was jetted powerfully against the roof of her mouth. She took him quickly to the back of her throat, suppressed her urge to gag and then began to swallow.
Roger let out a cry of excitement and sank to his knees in the long grass. Sheri went with him, careful to keep her lips tightly clamped at the base of his cock. The sound of her gulping down his stringy sap excited her too. She dug a finger into her slit and began to rub her clit furiously. The stuff was really coming fast now. She couldn't possibly wolf it all down in time. A whitish dribble poured from one nostril.
"Sheri… you… you… didn't stop, God damn!"
He was on his back now, legs spread wide. She hunkered over him, devouring every droplet she could swallow, letting the rest spurt from the corners of her mouth. He pumped his hips and dug his heels at the ground. She sat between his knees, bent over to nurse and suck the wondrous cock that was spouting hot curds of jizz in to her throat. Sheri was proud. She'd done it! She'd sucked a grown man dry. She'd given somebody good head, is Annie said. She was a real woman now.
"Get dressed," Roger said. He sounded mad as hell. Sheri opened her eyes. She'd been drowsing in the grass, almost asleep. As soon as she'd milked Roger dry, she'd cuddled down next to him and tickled her clit until a small but nice orgasm had trembled through her young body. She had been hoping that when he rested a little, he'd want to put on the rubber and really take care of her. She thought she deserved a little attention after what she'd done for him. But now this anger. She scrambled up, confused and hurt.
"What's wrong, Roger?" She took his hand but the older man shook it off.
"I said to get dressed, damn it. I'm taking you home."
Roger hardly spoke to her on the way home. She pouted by the window. She felt close to team. She'd been so confident, so happy that she knew the ropes. And now she was more confused than ever. What reason did he have for being angry? She'd licked his cock, drunk his seed. She wondered if she'd made some awful mistake. She wondered if she'd overlooked a secret she was as yet ignorant of.
"Roger?"
"Just sit there, will you? Don't say a word. I don't feel so hot."
"I'm sorry. I thought…"
Roger touched her hand briefly, then went back to driving. They were silent the rest of the way home.