Am I the Asshole?
Copyright© 2025 by RickSands
Chapter 35
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 35 - A young man looks back at his life and lusts. Considering each of the girls and women he's known, he smiles as memories come to mind, relishing the connection and ecstasy that came with each conquest and every ounce of semen he poured between their legs. And so as his past relationships are recounted to himself and the reader, he only slowly comes to realize that maybe he really is the problem after all. Codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Brother Father Aunt Light Bond Gang Bang Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Water Sports Teacher/Student
It was difficult to make it through the weekend, my boss demanding a lot from me just for the privilege of getting all of Wednesday off. In the end she was the winner, gaining a promise from me to always be there for the weekend, our busiest days. I figured that if Sherri had to work long weekends and I could match her schedule, then she’d always be mine in the middle of the week.
Just writing that out gave me a thrill. Sherri was mine, promised to me to be and do anything I wished, or so she’d kind of said. When a girl shrugs and agrees that she’ll be over so I can fuck and fill her then I have no complaints, and when a girl like Sherri says it, I’ll move heaven and earth to keep my calendar clear.
Yet I planned for something different. She knew what I wanted and she expected me to tie her to my bed and keep her there for the day. Not a bad plan, but I wanted to show Sherri that she meant more to me than that.
Picked her up at that bus stop near the mall at eight-thirty Wednesday morning and drove over to a nice breakfast place only the well-informed knew about. Sherri went along with my suggestion for breakfast but claimed she’d already eaten and only ordered a side of toast while I went for a small vege omelette.
Sat in a booth, me trying to get more info on Sherri’s upcoming graduation, a surprise to stupid me. She shrugged it off, saying she’d go full-time at her workplace at the start of summer but then shifted the conversation, asking me about my own studies and interest in electric cars and hybrids.
I took her seriously and actually began getting into the details when she kicked me under the table.
“What the fuck, Louis? Breakfast and you’re going to take me to some art museum later because you think I’m into that stuff. That’s nice. Kind of sweet, but don’t we have other places to be?”
The confused look on my face caused Sherri to roll her eyes.
“Look. I’m wearing an open sweater and my blouse has a deep V that goes to my navel. Want me to shake my chest a little? If you’d bothered checking like any normal guy does at my school, my crotch has a camel-toe as big and deep as the Sahara. Spent half an hour this morning just trimming my pubes to make myself a little more inviting to that very capable tongue of yours. You get it? Or should we google for more info?”
My jaw had dropped just hearing about Sherri’s camel-toe and I was certainly ready to drop all plans for the museum tour. Yet doing what I always tended to do, I found myself playing it cool and trying to make a joke of a serious matter.
“Hey. No need to trim your lower hairs for me. You look beautiful down there, all that growth. Kind of holds all your cum and makes you even sweeter to eat.”
“Good to know,” scowled Sherri, giving me another if softer kick. “Can’t trim it too much. I like the look and even the feel of all that fur covering me over. Damn inner lips hang so long out of my outer that they flap when I walk. I need the hair to keep them from catching cold. You must have noticed. Long and pink, like slabs of meat. I was kind of worried about what you’d say when you turned me upside down last time.”
I was about to make another comment, another joke, another attempt to hide my lustful need to throw Sherri onto the counter and fuck her, when the guy in the booth just behind Sherri looked over the divider and told us to get the hell out and find a room.
I couldn’t pay the bill fast enough. Went running outside while holding in our laughter and not until we were in my car did the conversation continue, though in a totally different direction.
“I’m a little confused, Sherri.” I’d said, finding it hard to talk seriously with her while operating heavy machinery in Saturday traffic. I’m serious here. She’d removed her sweater and I and any driver to her right had an easy visual of her upper chest.
“The other day you seemed hysterical. Sure, giving yourself up to me, like some sacrifice at the behest of the universe, but I want more than that. I want you in my bed every night and morning, but I also want you throughout the day. Even if its just breakfast and some art. I seem to be screwing up at every turn. You want sex, I’m all for it. I can’t get enough of you. But I still don’t get how I fit into what sets you off. I’m afraid. Not for myself but for...”
“Shut it, Louis,” Sherri said, punching my shoulder with a soft fist. “You’re thinking too much. And maybe not enough. Told you everything you need to know last week.
“It’s like this. You know how I like to fuck. You’ve thrown it in my face, preferring a cock over my own fingers. Not so unlike most girls, and yet I really get off on having something or anything moving inside of me. Knew that even before I ever saw you, but when I watched what a real cock could do with a girl like Fern and when I got to see and smell and taste the same cum you blew all over her tits, well, that took me over the edge. No more fingers or cucumbers.”
“Yeah. You said that. But maybe a bunch of the other girls felt the same way. Happy with their fingers until they saw me and Fern go too far and then decided it was time to find a boy and play around a bit.”
“Only I’ve carried that day, that moment, around with me ever since. Like some kind of trauma I haven’t been able to shake, but it was also an incredible turn-on. Told you I would have fucked anything or anybody on my walk home. It became a trigger for me. All a guy has had to do ever since is remind me of you playing rapacious lover with Fern and I roll over and open my legs.
“Call in Pavlov or Freud or any other psychoanalyst. Doesn’t matter. That’s just how it works. I get the scent of fresh cum, maybe a mouth on my tits, maybe the feel of a long hard dick in my hands. Boom. All I can see and sense is you and Fern, and all I want to do is enjoy the same. Add that to my already insatiable cunt and I’m a danger to myself.”
“Pretty intense,” I said, pulling into my apartment complex. “I get it, but I guess I still don’t understand it the same way you experience it. I get how you could even blame me for being the trigger, for making you do stuff you might not want to do. Sure. But why so much anger? It’s like you’re angry at me and pissed for having met me again. And instead of walking away, you keep coming back. I swear that for all your hatred of me, you also can’t get enough of me. Makes me think of you as a crazy bitch and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Yeah. Not your fault,” Sherri repeated, getting out of the car and walking toward my apartment, me two steps behind. “but it’s not like I hated you until I met you in person. Just lived with it. Kind of a nasty memory I could see, just as clear as my hand held up before my face right now. You and Fern, your dick fucking the girl, spraying her tits, and the smell and taste of your cum. Shit. It’s hitting me right now and I have to stop and catch my breath.”
And Sherri did, stopping at the outside stairway, holding onto the rail and taking a few deep breaths. As though I was finally catching on, I stepped in, put a hand up her rather short skirt, and pulled her into a kiss. We almost devoured each other, Sherri pushing her hand down to grab my cock, hard and erect and threatening to rip my jeans open. We finally pulled ourselves together, looked down to see a little girl staring at us, and we rushed up to my place to ease our shared urgency.
Entered the apartment with my hand pushed up her thighs, my fingers fighting for entrance to Sherri’s lush red forest. She was pulling me toward my room, but I pushed her against the couch and forced her over the armrest. Held the tramp down with one hand while I dragged my cock out with the other and collapsed into her, cock and fingers working to lever her open and hammer a long hard spike into her very wet twat.
Sherri fought, yowling like a cat, but only because she wanted to fuck me as much as I was fucking her. Loved pulling her slutty blouse to the side to expose her tits, leaving the girl fully clothed while my dick slid up her thighs, past her lace panties, and deep inside of her. A hard won fuck that both of us wanted.
Held Sherri down, fucked her soft and gentle for a minute and then hard for two, and after a nice couple of slaps to her ass, collapsed onto her and gave her a choice.
“I want to do this all day, but I was wondering if you’d prefer I cum on your tits instead. You seem to have a thing for that.”
“No,” gasped Sherri, “Kind of late for that. Don’t stop.”
“Then let me taste you again. You blew me last time and I’ve been dreaming of dipping my tongue into that fat lipped forest I’ve been shoving my cock into.”
“Fuck yes. Never need to ask.”
And right there on the couch I flipped her, pulling Sherri’s panties off and pushing my face into her red forested slit. I loved being able to put my head between her thighs, lapping at her clit while looking down to her tits and into her gleaming green eyes.
Amazing how thick the girl’s clit was, making it an easy thing to wrap my teeth and lips around and suck on for the next five minutes. Also spent a fair amount of time simply sucking on her long lips, fat and thin, long and juicy. Not sure how much she got from that. Didn’t care. It was all pleasure to me. Got a few red hairs caught in my teeth, but all the better to taste her with. Delicious, thick cum that created a froth all around her crotch, held in by her thick forest of pubic hair just so I could return and taste her again.
Finally made it to my bedroom for more long hours of sex and personal connection. But mostly sex, since so much of the connection had to do with our wet bodies merging with one another. After we’d both enjoyed bringing the other to the edge and then pushing them other, I lay with her and pulled two fingers worth of my cream out of her hole. Warm and still bubbling with the excited fury of some millions of sperm, all hoping to make the girl theirs.
“Care to taste? Maybe rub on your tits so you can smell me all the way home. Would this trigger you to want me more or hate me for turning you into the cock-loving girl you’ve become?”
Sherri grabbed my hand and pulled the viscous goo to her face, making a great scene out of licking most of the semen into her mouth before rubbing my only partially cleaned hand over her breasts.
“Yum. Smells good, tastes better, though not as good when you shoot it straight into my mouth. Feeling a jet of cum in my mouth is almost as good as feeling a guy’s dick throbbing with the intensity of blowing a load in me. And now here I’ve got the man himself, the pedophile who loves giving it up to little fifteen year old girls. Yeah, I know your scent and taste, but pretty much any guy’s cum will work now. It sends me back to that day watching you with Fern, but its not like I get any more out of your special brand than any other load of semen coming my way.”
I bit my lip, wondering how to take this. Sherri was being far too casual about mentioning all the semen she came across. I really thought that if I had been her trigger in the past, leading her to make use of her cock-hungry pussy, then she’d be doubly affected by having me waylay her and force her into my bed. Nope.
“Remember what I said? That the universe is perverse for having you sit next to me and ask me out? One in a million chance and it happened. I feel like life and the universe is spiraling out of control. No. Fuck that. Like the universe has its own agenda and I’m forced to go along for the ride. Sure, to enjoy, but also made use of in ways I feel I don’t have a say in. Sex is just sex. I can deal with that. But meeting you seems like the universe is just toying with me. I could take everything else. Fine. But why you? Why throw us together?”
“Maybe its not just you,” I said, trying to connect all the random dots Sherri was throwing out. “The universe is playing both of us, making fun of both of us. Or maybe we were simply meant to be with each other. Everything else is random, but we were meant to be.”
“So I’d like to think,” Sherri murmured, scooting up to push her tits into my face. “I like you,” she said, giving off a soft moan as I sucked on each of her firm, white breasts, “and maybe I can even believe you like me beyond the fact that my twat can fuck you and suck your cock dry better than any other girl you’ve had. But why now? Why wasn’t it me you covered with cum rather than Fern? Why’d I have to date all those high school losers? Could have met you twelve months ago and been planning on moving in with you after graduation. Why the fuck now?”
I would have asked a few of my own questions but Sherri moaned louder, my fingers and mouth and tongue all doing too good a job of making the girl very happy for having me next to her at all.
It really was an amazing thing to be devoting my mouth to Sherri’s long firm nipples while my fingers were feeling out her clit, easily just as long and hard. Had to develop a special kind of feel and rub for her clit. Easy to use my mouth, sucking on her clit like it was just a third nipple, but my fingers developed a few unique moves just for Sherri, like putting extra pressure and movement on the inner base of the miniature mountain. Sure made Sherri act like the slut I knew she was.
As with almost every time we were together, Sherri needed to have my cock moving in and out of her slick and very needy twat. I remember this particular day because of the talk we had, the many short but intimate and revealing conversations, but also because of the dildo I’d pushed into the recesses of her ass before assaulting her yet again with my own very demanding eight inches. I was hesitant, fearing that pulling out a long rubbery dildo would lead her to asking too many questions, but given all the hints she’d been dropping about her own active past, I decided one good orgasm from her would have her forgive all past sins.
So I held her down, lathered the dildo up inside of her already cum-filled cunt, and then reamed her with a good half-foot of rubber. She didn’t struggle or curse me all that much, and it really did slide in deep and to the base with only a few minutes worth of careful fucking.
Then my own live length of very hot flesh. That had Sherri squirming on the bed for almost half an hour, whimpering and shivering before screaming and kicking out with her legs only five minutes in. All the rest of that time was spent in simple love making. Fucking, sure, but with me whispering how I felt about her, how beautiful she was, and how I couldn’t imagine being without her.
All through continued the simple act of moving my cock in and out of her pussy, one hand controlling the fuck of that dildo inside of her ass. She was mine, in my arms, exhibiting all the actions of a woman in the worst kind of sexual heat. Whimpering, crying, uncontrolled squirming and contractions, and just acting as though she were having a fit. Wet my bed, bit my neck, slapped my ass, and groaned as I finally gave myself up to her, my cock acting like a geyser and jetting another load of cum into her. That alone was worth losing a day’s pay.
While entwined and enjoying the feel of our sweat-soaked bodies lying close to the other, I nuzzled Sherri and softly whispered how I really wished I’d run after her that day after the even at Terri’s.
“Would have been wonderful to be your first boyfriend, to keep you from having to deal with the jerks you met in high school.”
“Yeah. I sure dreamed of you a lot,” Sherri said, giving me a soft kiss. “Went through a bunch of guys, but they never came close to matching the kind of intimacy I saw you and Fern sharing. The first guy was just a big jerk. I think all he wanted was for me to give him a hand job when he dropped me off after taking me to a movie. Thinking of what Fern had done with you, I made the mistake of bending down to suck his dick. I guess I was good enough for him to tell me to move into the back seat. I only kind of knew what to expect. Knew he’d suck my tits but I wasn’t ready for how good it felt. I moaned and didn’t complain when his hands went low and felt me up. Took the guy all of two minutes to pull me onto his lap and have me ride him to a finish.
“I was pretty easy for him to enter, so for him it was just another cunt to fuck, but for me it was a brand new experience. Much better than a rubber toy or finger, but I needed more than the mere few minutes he was in me. Did that with a few other guys, but the word had gotten out that I was an easy lay and by Christmas all the boys expected quick sex. It just didn’t meet expectations. Really did use you as a bar to reach and none of them ever got that high. It was really frustrating.”
Hearing Sherri talk like this really swelled my ego, but then she hit me with a big chunk of reality.
“Every orgasm, or even the approach of orgasm, had to come from my own fingers and the toys I’d hidden in the closet. Damn high school jerks. All they wanted was a fast fuck and cum, and even then a burger and fries wasn’t guaranteed. Then I met Glen. I think he saved me from moving to a nunnery. And it was all because of our red hair.”
“Our?”
Yeah. I was out shopping for Christmas and he walked up and put his arm around me and said, “Hi, Sis!” and I looked at him and almost screamed. He had thick red hair. Maybe not quite as dark a red as mine, a bit more orange, but it was still a shock. Sure, there were red heads at school, but he was this tall handsome young man and so sure of himself. He asked me out and we talked and its like I felt so comfortable with him. I thought that this was the guy I was supposed to meet three years before when I’d first discovered what a baby cucumber was for. Not quite lust at first sight, but close.