Chapter 10

I happened to be out front when Jennie returned home the next day, Troy letting her off down the block and allowing her to surreptitiously meander home as though just walking back from a girlfriend’s. I walked toward her, telling her we needed to talk but she waved me off. “I have enough shit to deal with Taylor. Save it. I’ll come by some other time.”

“No, for real Jennie. We seriously need to talk.”

Jennie ignored me and just kept walking, straight into home, into what I knew was a lion’s den. I wanted to follow her in, pretend that Tim and I had a date with a basketball or something. I went the more cowardly route, hanging out by the fence and listening for raised voices and slamming doors, but it all stayed pretty quiet. That was normal for Jennie. Her silent treatments could be the worst.

I went by later in the afternoon, honestly hoping to find Tim and check on his bicycle, but when Sherry answered the door she cut me off and let me know it wasn’t a good time. The next day was a little better, Jennie texting and inviting me over for lunch. It was pretty strange. Everybody sitting around the table and talking nice, Tim excited about a full week of vacation and Sherry taking a few days off from work to hang out with the kids. Sherry and Jennie acted like best friends, but I knew better.

Much to Jennie’s disgust I helped Sherry with the dishes. After Jennie disappeared into her room, I asked Sherrie about how things were with Jennie. Seems that she hadn’t had any better luck than me, but that was mostly from a lack of trying.

“Didn’t you confront her? Point out that you know what’s going on with her and some guy on a motorcycle?”

“No, I just couldn’t. The words just stick in my throat every time I even think of it. I asked her about who else she was seeing and why she broke up with you, but she just walks away and says nothing’s going on and doesn’t want to talk about you.”

We talked for ten minutes before Jennie walked in and helped herself to an orange, slowly peeling it and staring at Sherry and me. I got the hint, giving Sherry a polite goodbye but telling Jennie she should come over later. She grunted out a response and of course never showed up.

So the next day held no promise for me, especially after I saw Jennie walking down the street toward Sam’s house. Then Tim came over and asked me to help tighten his bike chain, giving me an enthusiastic thanks before riding off to one of his friend’s. Which left Sherry all alone in her house.

The screen door was shut but unlocked, the door open, and with a thousand thoughts going through my head I quietly entered and walked through the house. Sherry wasn’t in the kitchen, so without much thought I went down the hallway, first checking Jennie’s room and the laundry room before pushing open Sherry’s bedroom door. She was just standing at her dresser, her back bare, folding some clothes and seemingly unaware of my presence until I said her name and began walking toward her.

Sherry turned to face me while bringing a newly folded blouse up to cover her bare chest, letting out a gasp and leaning back against the dresser. “Oh! Taylor, I didn’t hear you.”

I don’t know why she didn’t have a top on, though it was pretty common for her to change clothing maybe three times a day. I suppose she was just choosing a new blouse when I walked in and disturbed her. I should have excused myself and left, but so far every time I had done what I was supposed to do I just got left out in the cold.

I walked up and put a hand on her shoulder which made Sherry squeeze her shoulders in. “Taylor. Please. You know we can’t, and Tim could come back...” She left it hanging, letting me choose, saying no without ever telling me no.

I really didn’t feel like talking and so I just said what I thought every man is supposed to say. “My god but you’re beautiful Sherry. You know how much I want you. The kids are gone...” I just left it open, not knowing what else to say. Sure, I wanted to say I loved her, that I needed her more than I had ever needed anyone ever before, but I forced myself to shut up and instead leaned in to kiss her.

She didn’t move away, even leaned forward and kissed me back, putting a hand up to my head and holding me close. Sherry was good at kissing, giving me back a much better kiss than I had ever given any girl in my life. I was sure she wanted me, maybe even cared for me, but as our lips parted she turned away, turned her back to me, still clutching her folded blouse close to her chest.

No way I was going to leave it at that. Even as Sherry tried to move sideways I wrapped my arms around her and put one leg in front of her, tripping her down to her bedroom rug, her arms remaining tight against her chest as though protecting her breasts. As she folded to the floor I was right there with her, my body covering hers, my crotch pressing into her ass, my arms holding her shoulders and my face pressing into the side of her head. I could smell the scent of her perfume, of her soap, of her sweat.

As I held her body close to mine, I murmured into her ear of how turned on I was by her. She didn’t say anything but a simple “Really? You that horny for an older woman?” which was all I needed in the way of an approval to move ahead. If she had worn a pair of her skin-tight jeans I would have been stymied, but on this warm spring day Sherrie had on a mid-length skirt, reaching down toward her knees which was now rising up and inviting me to open her ass to view. I expected her to scream at me or roll away when I put my hand on her thigh, but I could swear she opened her legs just a fraction, and then she closed her eyes as though in anticipation.

I sat back on her lower legs and used both hands to push her dress up, my fingers lightly following her very firm thighs up to the high rising curve of her ass, then pushing her dress up to reveal Sherry’s most wonderful womanly assets to my eyes. There I found every man’s dream, her ass bare, her thick and lightly forested lower lips wet and glimmering in the light that came through the window. I had to wonder how often Sherry walked around without a pair of panties on, her snatch open to a simple reach of my hand. For that moment she was mine and all of my inhibitions disappeared. With my ass pressing down on her legs and using one hand to press deep into Sherry’s labia, I used my remaining hand to unzip my pants and wrestle out my fully engorged and very frustrated cock.

It wasn’t a slow and loving merging of our bodies. I simply lay down on her, pushing my cock into the space between her legs, and with only a couple of experimental thrusts found Sherry’s wet if unwilling hole and forced myself through her slippery gates. As I entered her, Sherry gasped and said, “No, wait a minute Taylor.” I heard the words but chose not to understand, and as I pulled back and pushed into her very warm and wet hole, she let out a short grunt and pulled her legs in, closing her knees. It was way too late to stop me. I pushed in another couple of inches, sliding easily through her wet tunnel, tighter because of her clenched thighs but still hot and slippery with her juices. I ground down into her ass, pushing deeper and causing Sherry to push another of her hands out to balance her, thus making her two breasts available to my hands.

That’s where I settled in, grinding into Sherry’s ass, my cock filling a good portion of her unquenchable cunt, my chest pushing down into her back as my hands protected and massaged her tits. I was finally able to collapse onto her back, my head coming equal to hers, our cheeks touching as I began my remorseless attack and takeover of what I knew should be mine.

Yeah, I know. Crushing your one true love into the floor and forcing your cock up into her pussy, however wet and welcoming, is no way to gain her love. I knew that and cursed myself for my selfish impulses, one part of me wanting to pull out and apologize while another part of me wanted to continue the assault and physically claim Sherry with a flood of my personal brand of seed.

No way I was going to simply pull out and go home, but I did want to ease the weight of my body on her. After a few minutes of reacquainting my cock with the wonders of Sherry’s pussy, I forced myself to slow and finally stop my assault. I pulled my hands back from her chest, sliding my knees up to either side of her knees then pulling her ass up and back as I rose slightly on my knees.

This left us in a kind of spoon position, me hunched over her kneeling form, like we were really doing it doggie style. My cock was still largely embedded inside of her but this gave Sherry room to breathe and relax as I began again to fuck her from behind. With my hands pushing up to knead her swaying breasts, I could feel Sherry begin to respond to my slower but balls-deep thrusts. As Sherry began to moan and respond to my loving, I began to rejoice in a possible repeat performance of what we had enjoyed together just a couple of weeks before.

I thought Sherry was mine, wanted to be mine, with her moans filling the room and her pussy hot and wet as her ass began pushing back in a demand for me to fill her. Yet after only a minute of this, Sherry suddenly stops the backward thrust of her hips and instead begins crawling forward, completely disengaging my cock from her wet tunnel. In a short second she reaches the side of the bed, reaching out as though to pull herself up, but I’m there to pull her back, to continue our reunion. This is when she gasps, “No, wait Taylor,” and simply shifts her hips, turning and sitting on the carpet at the side of the bed. Her ass and twat pressed into the rug, hidden from me while she looked up at me, gasping for breath, her face sweating, her breasts open for me to see.

Instead of cursing me or striking out, Sherry reached out a hand to touch my face, again whispering “Taylor,” but no more. With hardly a pause I rose on my knees, moved forward a foot, and presented my still hard and throbbing cock to Sherry’s face. All girls at school knew what this meant, at least any with a history of dating, and I’m pretty sure Sherry had her share of boyfriends back before she got married. Not bothering to wait for Sherry to react, my two hands reached out to hold either side of her beautiful head of hair, pulling her head in as I pushed the wide head of my glistening cock to her mouth.

Not quite the same as what she had done for me in the kitchen, but Sherry showed me again that she knew how to please a man. She reached out with one hand to pull down my upright staff, first licking off a large drop of my pre-cum before sucking the leading tip into her mouth. I was happy to help, pulling her head in with one hand and just slightly pushing in with my hips. Otherwise I didn’t need to do much, Sherry doing a wonderful job of her own. She didn’t go deep and I didn’t force it, but she was a master of sucking and tonguing, swallowing down the secretions I had pulled out of her and seeming to be hungry for everything my balls could pour down her throat.

What I most got off on was the sound of her sucking my dick, the slurping sucking swallowing sounds as she drank down all of what her juicy twat had wet my cock with. Sherry showed skills no woman could talk of in polite company, not with anybody, only showed with a man she loved and wanted to bring to a climax in that very special way.

I would have happily had Sherry bring my balls to a boil, pouring forth a double dose of hot cream into her mouth, holding her head tight as I shot my load down her throat. It was always a turn on for me to see and hear Jennie receive a full days worth of cum in her mouth, watching her face as she worked to receive and swallow my jism. No different for Sherry, seriously wanting to hold her head in a vise as I unloaded into her.

This was different. I didn’t want to just fuck and cum and leave embarrassed and unsure of what I meant to her. More than anything I wanted her to know I was making love to her. Sure, fucking her into the ground, but with more than just an orgasm in mind. I decided that shoving the entire length of my cock down her throat wasn’t going to get me anywhere with her, so I paused and forced myself to pull back.

Going against everything my mind and cock were telling me, I stopped Sherry’s hands from helping her lips bring me to the edge of oblivion and pulled back on my hips. My cock popped out and up, a long string of my pre-cum still joining us. I took a deep breath and pulled Sherry up to stand by the bed. She stumbled up, rising before me, naked but for the short skirt. I pulled her into a kiss, sweet and salty and sticky from her oral labors down below, then pushed her back onto the bed.

She probably thought I was just going to fuck her, but more than anything else I wanted to drink her down, taste her twat and all her loving juices. Sherry put her feet on the lower edge of the bed and prepared to push herself back onto the center of the bed. My balls were in so much need they hurt, but I had other thoughts filling my mind.

I put a hand under each bent knee and pulled her ass just over the edge. Then I kneeled and pushed my face into her open twat, her skirt covering my head as I tried to take in the sight of her pussy. I was mesmerized at the sight of her furry brown pussy, huge lips with a pink inner slit that called to me. With her knees thrown over my shoulders I pushed her skirt up to her stomach and pressed my face into her thick wet folds of womanly flesh, one thumb easily being sucked into her hole as my lips wrapped around her clit.

It was hard and erect, like one of her nipples, and as I began tonguing and sucking on it Sherry let out a moan. I was even able to work out a technique with the piercing, like a ring just above the clit. I began sucking and tonguing, drowning in her increasing juices. To me it was like rain from heaven. With one hand grabbing a fist of my hair she pulled me in tighter, locking her legs around my head and forcing me to devote my life to her pleasure.

I didn’t mind. With a gentle rubbing inside of her hole with my thumb, I happily drank down the liquids that seemed to magically flow into my mouth, every suck of Sherry’s clit giving me what seemed to be a full ounce of liquid joy. I wouldn’t have minded staying between her legs for the rest of the afternoon, my mouth and hands making love to her twat and tits. Before too long Sherry’s moans of pleasure turned into short sharp shrieks, finally ending with her legs locking my face so tightly into her pussy I couldn’t breathe. She finally relented, loosening her legs but pushing a hand down to cover her slit, her other hand pulling me up to join her.

Instead of crawling up to lay next to Sherry, I did the most selfish of things and just stood up. There she was, Knees wide and her dripping wet twat right at the edge of the bed, begging for me to join her in the most intimate of unions. It took all of thirty seconds for me to strip, shirt and pants tossed into a dark corner, Sherry unmoving as she watched. Then I stepped to the edge of the bed, pushing her knees wide and pushing her skirt up to reveal her glimmering twat. I wrapped my hands around Sherry’s waist and pulled up on her ass, bringing her hole even to the tip of my cock. After a few plays through her slit I pushed in, easily levering her hole open and burying a good three inches of my aching cock inside of her.

Sherry let out another groan, one hand down to grab one of my wrists, her other hand feeling up her own tits as I began pushing in and making her pussy mine. After only a minute I was balls deep into her, giving hard but short grinding thrusts in, my scrotal sac slapping against Sherry’s ass as I held her up and out over the bed. That was it for the next couple of minutes, just some hard fucking, my cock screaming in delight at being able to fully enter this woman, her hole deep and wet enough to take my entire length, Sherry giving out a grunt of appreciation with every thrust in.

I was ready to go all the way, to lay down and crush her and fuck her and let loose inside of the woman of my dreams, but then reality came into the picture and changed everything.

“Taylor, no, stop. You can’t cum in me Taylor.” It was Sherry, for some reason telling me to stop the most wonderful fuck of my life. “I’m so sorry, but I’m sure to get pregnant. I don’t have any protection. Please don’t cum in me.”

Shit. Why didn’t she say so while I had my cock in her mouth? There was the temptation to just keep going, but I liked Sherry too much and wanted more than anything to know she’d welcome me back that night and for every other night into the near future. So I slowed, I paused, And then I pulled back, my cock pulling out from inside her with a wet slurping sound. As I stepped back, my cock popped straight up, the fat leading tip gleaming wet and red as though angry at being denied his rightful place between Sherry’s legs. I lowered her legs and looked down at her, breathing hard and sweating and unsure of what I needed to do other than scream out my frustration.

Sherry showed me the way, though I’m not sure she meant to. Breathing hard and shimmering from the sweat of our exertions, Sherry turned over and pulled a knee up onto the bed and started to crawl away from me. But in that instant I saw my salvation. Her skirt was still high above her waist, her ass reaching out to me, her pussy hanging down and dripping with what I had pulled out of her. And just above was her anus, showing dark and demanding against the much lighter skin that made up her firm round ass cheeks. It only took me a second, reaching out to wrap my hands around Sherry’s retreating waist and holding her in mid-movement as my crotch pressed into her firm round ass.

I didn’t even need to look for any of the lubricant Jennie sometimes needed. Sherry’s ass was slick and my cock coated with our shared secretions, and with only a check for aim I pressed into her anus, pausing for just a second before the leading hood of my cock popped into her.

Sherry let out a long loud groan, one hand reaching back and hitting my arm, her head lowering to the bed. She attempted to crawl forward but I held her tight, keeping the leading hood of my cock well past the anal sphincter that held such a tight grasp on my cock. She let out another moan and I thought I was going to have to fight her, worried that she might try to jerk her ass off me and crawl away. Just the opposite. Rather than try to move away as Jessie often did, Sherry took another deep breath and pushed back.

My cock was slick and coated with her cum and another inch of my rod easily disappeared into her ass. Over the next few minutes we merged, my entire length being eaten down and disappearing into Sherry. Her grunts of approval were matched by her hips, fucking back with every thrust into her rectal depths. I was completely overwhelmed when my balls began slapping into her, my cock fully engulfed and her ass demanding more.

That’s when the real fuck began, my hands pulling her hips back and my crotch slamming into her, Sherry completely impaled on my long hard length and letting out quiet moans and joining me in my abandonment. For the next five minutes or so I stood there at the edge of the bed, pulling up on Sherry’s waist and pounding down into her ass, lost in the moment as my most unspeakable lusts were made real. We were mostly silent but for the wet slapping together of our bodies, though I did throw out a few choice comments about how great a fuck she was. Then Sherry’s moans grew louder, her movements becoming more jerky, and then words, telling me not to stop, it all ending with a wail, a long low wail with her hands beating down into the bedding and her most beautiful face, wet with perspiration, turned toward me with her eyes closed.

That was pretty amazing to me. Jennie never got off on me doing her backdoor unless I went slow and fingered her clit for a half hour. Watching Sherry orgasm let me know that it was my turn and I was ready for it. This is when I lay down on Sherry’s sweat-soaked back, feet on the ground but leaning into her, grinding my cock and balls into her, pounding her into the bouncing bed and building for the final moment. Her ass seemed just as capable as her pussy to take my entire length without a complaint. I mean it when I say I was balls deep, slapping hard into her. Jennie would have been screaming bloody murder if I’d been this deep and hard and rough, but Sherry seemed to want even more and I did my best to give it to her.

In only another minute the wave of joy overtook me, my balls letting loose with everything I had been saving up over the past few days, my cock feeling like a firehose pouring out an unending stream of cream. Hands up to feel out Sherry’s tits, my lips locked onto the back of her neck, my cock deep inside of her, I felt all the joy of living and wished only that the moment wouldn’t end.

I found myself talking without thinking, still embedded inside of Sherry and wanting to let it all out. As my juices ebbed out through my softening cock, I could hear myself murmuring about how much I loved her, of how I never wanted to leave her. When I realized what I was saying I stopped and raised my head, but when I looked down on her sweat soaked face I saw her smiling, and I heard and saw her say, “You’re sweet Taylor.” Sweet? I never heard that from Jennie.

Then Sherry turned her head up and opened her eyes, and while gasping for breath she somehow also said, “Haven’t done that in a while. Don’t tell me this is one of Jennie’s favorites.” Then a pause and she tried to get up, letting me know that maybe it was time to pull out of the hot wet and most illicit hole my cock was still embedded within. I stood, shakily, and pulled out, my eyes glued to the sight of Sherry’s anus, hole still wide and dark with my departure, and as it began to pucker back into place, a thin rivulet of white cream began to flow out and down her leg. I could only smile.

Sherry suddenly sat up, pulling her forgotten skirt under her leaking ass and looking up at me with a smile that quickly turned serious. Taking my hand she said, “Taylor. This is all going way too fast, but before we talk maybe first you need to take a shower.” She gave my softer yet still half-hard cock a quick glance, reminding me of just where it had been buried for the previous ten minutes.

“I’ll make-do in the half-bath,” she continued. Maybe make some tea.”

Five minutes later and I was out of the bathroom and ready for another couple of hours in bed. I just couldn’t get the taste and feel of Sherry’s body out of my mind, her pussy and ass and tits filling every bit of my mind, but she was already in the kitchen and acting like I hadn’t just stretched out all three of her holes just an hour before. The second I walked into the room she turned and said, “We’ve got to talk.”

That always sounds like trouble when its coming from an adult and I worried that Sherry was about to blow me off again, maybe tell me she didn’t want to see me around the house anymore. I walked up and acted as mature as I could, nodding and serious but really sweating on the inside. Yet as I reached out to touch her shoulder she put a hand on my hip, rubbing my side a couple of times before getting to what she wanted to say.

She got right to the point. “You sure I’m not just a fill-in, quick sex with an available woman after your girlfriend has left you?”

“Damn no.” I couldn’t come right out and tell Sherry that she was a dozen times hotter than her cock-teasing little daughter, but I’m sure Sherry knew that already. “I’m pretty serious about you Sherry,” my head leaning in for another quick kiss. “Jennie and I are over each other, but you’re not the reason for the break up and she’s not the reason why I want to be with you.”

“Good to know. I like being with you Taylor. You make me feel young again, but you know my first thoughts are always going to be about Jennie. She’s always going to come first.”

I nodded, not feeling a need to say anything. Sherry went on, recapping what we’d talked about before, about Jennie probably seeing some older guy, probably the guy on the motorcycle, and how worried Sherry was that her baby was being molested and controlled and abused by some dirty old man.

I assured Sherry that as far as I knew, Jennie was okay and that I’d try to convince her to talk with Sherry about it. That’s when Sherry smiled, which surprised me considering the topic we were covering. Then she stunned me with a piece of history that showed how little I really knew about Jennie. “No way she wants to listen to me, but I really am hoping you can slow her down, maybe make her realize she’s just a little girl. Taylor, did you know about her father?”

“Um, no. I met him, but she doesn’t talk about him much.”

“Good,” replied Sherry. “You see, her father and Jennie did something a couple of years ago. I’d say he assaulted her, but I think it went on for a while, and Jennie never came to me about it, and when I threw him out, she seems to have blamed me. I know this sounds odd, but I think she’s kind of fixated on older men, thinking of them as her father, and now sees sex with them as some kind of replacement for her father. Do you get it?”

I was stunned into silence, my jaw dropping, my head barely able to nod in agreement.

“Don’t take it personally, Taylor,” Sherry said, all of a sudden acting as though she had to protect me. “That bastard should have known better than to abuse a young girl. And I should have seen it earlier. I was afraid she was sneaking off to see him behind my back, but maybe going around with this other man is just as bad. If I call the police she’ll just get kicked into some institution, maybe me as well. We’ll all be blamed and I don’t think it’ll do anybody any good. I’m lost here, but maybe you can help. When she comes home I’ll try talking with her, confronting her about this man on the motorcycle. No more trying to be her best friend. But if you see her first, well, I don’t know. If she won’t listen to me, then try to get across that I’m not so much disapproving of whoever this guy is as just worried for her.”

I thought that would be it, but after a few seconds where Sherry just looked out into space, past me, past the walls of the kitchen and into some unknown, she suddenly turned back to me. “Be sure she knows I don’t blame her, that I love her. Be sure you tell her that Taylor. More than anything I don’t blame her. I just want her back with me, back home.”

That’s when Sherry went quiet, her eyes filling with tears but none finding their way down her cheeks. I was still in shock over what we had just talked about, but my feelings for Sherry had only grown. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, went cheek to cheek with her in a light hug and said, “I’ll tell her. And I’m betting she knows that already.”

As I pulled back, Sherry smiled and again shocked me, though this time in a way that made me fly a good foot off the ground. “Taylor. Don’t think I take you for granted or that I’m pushing you away. It’s just that right now all I can think about is what’s good for Jennie. But, you know, if my daughter doesn’t mind, I really hope you can stay here more often. It’s nice having you around.”

That left a thousand things left unsaid, but it gave enough of a message for my cock to harden and nearly pop out of the top of my pants. I played it cool, just leaning in to give Sherry a light kiss on her lips and say, “I’ll see if I can find Jennie. But you know I love you, right?”

Sherry just smiled and pushed me away, but then said “Jennie first Taylor. Then we’ll see.”

I was flying a good foot off the ground as I returned home, checking my phone for texts and wondering if I should call Bob and ask for Jennie (something Jennie told me to never do). As I walked in my front door, Dad pulled me back to reality when he yelled out from the recliner in the living-room. “Taylor. Jennie was here a little while ago, and just so you know, I think she’s mad at you. Better check out your room.”

Uh-oh. Sounded like trouble, and there it was. The mirror on my dresser was covered in lipstick, spelling out the message “Fuck You Taylor!” That was it. But that was enough. She had been here an hour before, meaning she had been home, meaning she had seen me and her mom. My stomach fell into a pit, but I remained determined to search Jennie out and talk to her. No more silence and quiet bullshit. First check Sam’s place, and then maybe have him call Bob. One way or another, I had to talk it out with Jennie.

I found Jennie at Sam’s, stuffed into one of their old chairs in the front room and playing some video game with animated animals. She scowled and threw out a standard “What do you want?” but otherwise didn’t scream or stomp off like I thought she would.

Using my most adult voice and staying calm and serous, I tried to reach out to her. “Your mom said something, and I’d like to talk it out. You okay with that?”

“It was my mom who said it,” growled out Jennie. “Whatever it was, talk it out with her. You know, like an hour ago when you were telling her what a great fuck she is.” Jennie paused her game and looked straight at me, saying “Jesus Taylor. Right there, with all the doors open. I could hear you guys going at it from the street. What were you thinking?”