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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
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Sherri
	by Spangles Muldoon
	spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com



	I really didn't like Sherri. I tolerated her, though,
because Kevin wanted to fuck her, and he would have
done the same for me. Admittedly, he had made
absolutely no progress towards doing that yet, so he
agreed to drive her to Stillwater one weekend to visit
some of her friends. He figured he could gain some
major points with her by doing that, not to mention
getting to spend a lot of time with her during the
trip.

	Two days before he was supposed to take her, he ran
his car up on a huge pile of gravel that the
Department of Transportation had put beside the road.
He was drunk when he did it, of course. The car had
made a valiant effort to climb the gravel pile, but
couldn't make it. It was sitting halfway up the gravel
pile, buried up to the frame, and gravel was covering
the car about halfway down the hood.

	I went out there with him the next afternoon to get
it down. It took several attempts using the pickup and
a chain to get it. When we got it down, it had all
four headlights busted, a bent tie rod, and the oil
pan was bent and hitting the crank. It was obvious he
wasn't going to drive her to Stillwater. He didn't
have enough time to get the car fixed, not to mention
the fact that he didn't have enough money to do it. He
asked me to drive them to Stillwater.

	It wasn't something I wanted to do. I really didn't
want to spend that much time with Sherri. Stillwater
was half way across the state, and there was nothing
in it for me. Still, it is something that he would
probably do for me under the same circumstances, so I
told him I would think about it. Kevin called Sherri
that night, and as soon as he hung up Sherri called
me. She said that she and Kevin would cover all the
expenses for the trip, and that she would get me a
date with a girl who had a reputation for being 'easy'
when we got there. I was skeptical, for more reasons
than one, but with some more prodding from both Kevin
and Sherri, I reluctantly agreed to take them.

	I picked up Kevin at six thirty Saturday morning, and
we were at Sherri's house in Weatherford by seven. She
was apparantly watching for us, because she was coming
out the door before I even got the car stopped. I
thought it was a little bit curious when I saw her
come out, because she was looking a lot better than
usual. She had her hair done, had makeup on, and was
dressed in a short, black skirt and a black tank top.
She was really looking good for that time of the
morning. Hell, she was looking good for any time. She
got in the front seat between me and Kevin, and we hit
the highway. Within a half hour, they were both
asleep.

	I didn't stop until I got to Oklahoma City. I pulled
in to a McDonalds, and only then did they wake up.
Sherri was annoyed that we had stopped, because she
wanted to go on to Stillwater. I told her that I was
tired and hungry, and hadn't had a nap like they had.
We went in and got coffee and food, and all the while
we were there, Sherri seemed nervous and antsy. She
really wanted to get to Stillwater, and I was
beginning to wonder what was really going on.

	The rest of the trip was pretty much uneventful.
Kevin and Sherri dozed on and off all the way. I tried
to keep my eyes on the road and off of Sherri's short
skirt and her tits. Her skirt had ridden up pretty
high, and she obviously didn't have on any hose. Her
nips were clearly visible through her tight fitting
top. If she wasn't such a bitch, I might have been
interested in fucking her myself. She normally didn't
look this good. Occasionally, as she repositiined
herself, her clothes would shift, giving me a bit more
view, but never enough to see any of the parts I was
interested in seeing. Real close a couple of times,
but she always noticed it and adjusted her clothes
before they got too revealing.

	When we got to Stillwater, Sherri gave me directions
to a house just a few blocks west of downtown. This is
where it began to get interesting. It turned out that
the friends she had wanted to see was really just one
friend in particular. A long-time boyfriend of hers,
actually, who had moved to Stillwater when he changed
schools from Southwestern Oklahoma State in
Weatherford to Oklahoma State in Stillwater. Kevin was
major pissed. He thought he had a chance with her, and
here she had a boyfriend all along, and she had no
interest in him other than as transportation to go see
her boyfriend. After a lot of yelling, Kevin left the
house on foot and walked towards town. I started to
follow him, but figured he needed time to cool down.
Besides, I knew where to find him. He would be in the
first bar he came to.

	As it turned out, Sherri was pissed, too, because her
boyfriend wasn't there. He knew she was coming, and he
was supposed to be there. It took some prodding of his
room mates for her to find out why he wasn't there,
and by the time she did find out, it was
mid-afternoon. Turns out that her boyfriend had been
arrested the night before for being drunk in public,
which in itself was bad enough, but he had also
charged with solicitation of prostitution and
possession of marijuana. She didn't really mind the
drunk or possession charges, but she was major pissed
about the solicitation charge. After all, he knew she
was coming, and he knew that she would give him some
when she got there. He wouldn't be out of jail until
at least Monday, if even then. Sherri started
drinking. I was ready to go home. I knew that the ride
home would be less than pleasant. Both Kevin and
Sherri were pissed, and they would both be drunk. I
hoped they would pass out on the way and sleep until
we got home. Problem was, I had to go find Kevin
before I could even think about leaving.

	After a few drinks, Sherri got on the phone and set
up a date for me like she had promised. I would have
preferred to forget the whole thing and head home.
Sherri was pretty drunk by then, and she told me that
she had promised me a date with a girl who put out,
and that she always kept her promises. She had set it
up for me to take this girl to the drive in. Shit. I
was planning on being back home about the time the
drive in started. Now it looked like I would be in
Stillwater all damn night. Still, I was tired, and
wasn't really looking forward to trying to drive home
that night with two drunk, hostile passengers.
Besides, maybe this girl really did put out.

	Sherri gave me directions to the girl's house. Her
name was Dawn, and Sherri told me she would be
watching for me. I pulled up in front of the house,
and was about to get out of the car and go to the door
when the door opened and Dawn started down the
sidewalk. I almost put the car in gear and
floorboarded it, but she had her hand on the car door
before I could. This was not a good looking girl.
This, my man, was an ugly woman. Period. End of story.
I should have suspected as much.

	Dawn was about nineteen or thereabouts. She was a
wrong side of the tracks girl, no doubt about it. Her
hair needed to be combed, but I don't think you could
get a comb in it. Her dress needed ironing, she had on
no makeup, and her glasses had gone out of style years
ago. She was about five foot seven or so, and while
not really fat, she was certainly overweight, with no
curves to speak of.

	She was nice enough, and had a really good
personality. I was actually having fun with her, and I
wasn't bothered by it too much because nobody in town
knew me. There was no chance that anybody who knew me
would see me with her. When we got to the drive in, I
went to the snack bar to get us some Cokes and
popcorn. I got back just as the previews started, and
immediately noticed that she had moved to the middle
of the car seat, which put her right next to me when I
got in.

	She took a long drink of her Coke, more than I
thought was humanly possible. I took a few sips of
mine, and was watching the previews. When she finished
taking her drink, she rummaged around in her purse and
pulled out a pint of dark rum. She refilled her Coke
cup from it and offerred the bottle to me. I poured
about a shot in my cup and handed the bottle back to
her. She stuck it back in her purse. "Let me know if
you want more." she said.

	We sat there and watched the movie, sipping our
drinks for a while. Actually, I was sipping mine. She
was chugging hers. She very casually dropped her free
hand to my crotch. I hadn't even so much as put my arm
around this girl, and she had her hand on my crotch.
It looked like Sherri had been right. I sat my Coke
down, and she followed suit. I put my arm around her
shoulder, and she started working on getting my zipper
down. She obviously had some practice at it, because
she got it down quickly, and had her hand inside
before I even knew what was happening.

	She worked my dick out of my pants, and started
jacking it very slowly and gently, using only two
fingers and her thumb. Damn. I had never been with a
girl who was this aggressive. I reached over and
started feeling her tit through her dress. She had
more than a handful, and I was certain that despite
her relatively young age, they were probably already
saggy without a bra. Her top part of dress buttoned up
the front, so I began working my way down the buttons,
unbuttoning each of them in turn. The buttons stopped
at her waist.

	I put my hand inside her opened dress, and managed to
get my hand inside her bra. I worked my way into her
bra until I could reach her nipple. It was huge, about
like the tip of my little finger. When I got it
between my fingers and started rubbing and squeezing
it, she increased the attention she was giving my
dick. I moved my hand out of her bra, and was going to
try to get it unfastened, but as soon as I moved she
bent over and put her head in my lap. She licked my
painfully hard dick up and down, then flicked the tip
of it with her tongue. Slowly, gradually, she took my
dick in her mouth, sliding down until her nose was
buried in my pubic hair. Damn. I had not even so much
as kissed this girl, and she had my entire dick in her
mouth. Hell, I didn't even know her last name.

	She began a slow, steady, up and down motion,
stroking the full length of my dick with her mouth.
When she had it all in her mouth, she had this tongue
action that was driving me insane. It was not going to
take much of that to make me come, and I told her
that. "Dawn, if you keep that up, you're going to make
me come.", I said. She quit sucking me and lifted her
head. "That's okay," she said, "I don't mind that at
all. On the other hand, though, maybe you'd like to
shoot it someplace else?" She sat up and lifted her
dress, revealing no panties. She laid back on the seat
as best she could and opened her legs. It was an
invitation I was not going to refuse.

	I moved over on top of her and started to guide my
dick to her entrance, but she beat me to it. She
guided my dick to her hole and started the head of it
inside her, then moved her hand away. I paused for a
moment with just the head of my dick inside her, then
pushed forward, burying my dick full length into her
on the first stroke.

	I immediately started fucking her hard and fast. I
made no effort at all to make her come, nor did I
really give a shit if she did or not. Her pussy wasn't
tight, and had almost no sensation or feel to it, but
it still felt pretty good. My balls were already heavy
and tight, and I knew this was going to be a huge come
for me. Kinky situations always made me come hard, and
this certainly qualified for that. I hadn't even
kissed this girl, didn't know her last name, had only
met her a couple of hours ago, and here I was fucking
her.

	She humped against me as best as she could in the
confined area. She was a moaner, and I found it a
little bit distracting, but at the same time, kind of
a turn on. I had never been with a moaner before. I
knew I couldn't hold out for long, and decided to not
even try to. I increased my already fast pace, and
began fucking her even harder and faster. Her head was
actually bouncing on the car seat as I pounded into
her, and she was pushed closer to the passenger door
every time I bottomed my dick inside her. A few more
strokes, and her head was driven between the car seat
and the arm rest, and the top of her head was hard
against the door. Each stroke drove her harder against
the door, and she gave a little cry of pain every time
I bottomed out in her. I wasn't about to stop, though,
and I don't think she wanted me to.

	I felt my come starting through my dick, so I buried
my dick in her to the hilt. My first shot blasted into
her, making her moan louder than ever. I paused for a
split second, then started fucking her again. Each
time my balls hit against her ass, another shot of
sperm blasted into the bottom of her cunt. I kept it
up until I could go no longer, and until every drop of
sperm I had was inside her pussy. I collapsed on top
of her, breathing very hard. I stayed there until I
caught my breath, then got of of her and rearranged my
clothes. She sat up and started getting dressed as
well.

	She took a long drink of her Coke and sat silently
for a moment. Then she turned to me and said "I hope
you won't be too disappointed, but would it be
possible to call it night? I have to get up early and
go to work tomorrow, and I really need to get home."
"Not a problem," I said, "I have a long drive to make
tomorrow myself."

	I was glad she had called it a night. The movie had
only been going about forty five minutes, but I had
already achieved more than I expected, and the evening
was sure to go downhill from there. We certainly had
little if anything to talk about, and I wouldn't be
recharged for another round for a while. I took her
home and did the customary "I'll call you..." bit,
even though we both known it was bullshit. I was back
at Sherri's friends house before ten o'clock. That had
to be some kind of record. I know it was for me, to go
from meeting to fucking to taking her home in less
than three hours. Hell, you can't get it done that
fast with a hooker.

	Sherri was surprised to see me back so soon. She had
obviously been drinking the entire time I had been
gone, and was pretty well lit by then. Kevin had still
not made it back, and I was not in the mood to go
looking for him. I had actually planned on being back
home by this time, and here I was still in Stillwater.
I planned on crashing where ever I could and heading
back first thing in the morning.

	Sherri was really, really, drunk, much more than I
had ever seen her before, although admittedly I hadn't
been around her all that much. She asked me what had
happened with Dawn, more of a comment than a question,
actually. She said "I guess you and Dawn didn't hit it
off?" "She's really not my type.", I said, not
admitting or denying anything. "Shame." She said. "I
thought sure it would work out for you." She started
to turn, and stumbled when she did, falling on the
couch. She didn't get up. She sat there for a short
while, and her eyes slowly closed, then she was out
like a light.

	The bad part was that the couch was where I was
planning on sleeping myself. I didn't know the people
who lived here, and I wasn't really too keen to just
go find a bedroom and go to bed. I took a quick stroll
through the house to see if anybody was at home that I
could ask. Naturally, there wasn't. I did find a den
in the back of the house, though, and it had a sofa in
it. I decided that I would sleep there.

	I went back to the living room to check on Sherri. I
looked down at her, and almost automatically my dick
began to harden. Even though I had only shot my load a
couple of hours earlier, the thought of fucking Sherri
brought me back hard again. I reached down and felt
her tits through her top, and got absolutely no
reaction. I pulled her skirt up higher, and placed my
hand on the crotch of her panties. Still no reaction.
I opened her legs wide, placing one of her feet on the
back of the couch and the other on the floor. Her
panties stretched tight, outlining her pussy. I got on
to position on the couch, and opened my pants. I moved
her panties aside, and fingered her pussy a little.
She wasn't really all that wet, but I figured she was
wet enough for me to get inside her. I laid down on
top of her, and used one hand to hold her panties
aside and the other to guide my dick inside her. It
actually took me several strokes to get all the way
inside her, but she still hadn't made a sound or a
move.

	I was very concerned that somebody might come in
while I was doing her, which only added to my
excitement. I stroked in and out of her gently for a
while, really enjoying the feel of her pussy. She was
really pretty tight, much tighter than my earlier
piece that evening. Fucking her slowly was not an
option I had at the moment, though, so I began to fuck
her as hard as I dared to. The pressure in my balls
built quickly, and I soon flooded her pussy with my
come, sending shot after shot deep inside her, until
there was no more left in me.

	At about that same instant, I heard the front door
open. I pulled out of her instantly, and made a run
for the den. Once there, I made my way back down the
hall and peeked into the living room to see who had
come in. As I looked around the corner, I saw Kevin.
He looked around the room a little, then walked (well,
staggered, actually...) over to the couch. Sherri was
still in the same position I had left her in. He
looked at her for a while, and I knew all too well
what he was thinking as he did. When he reached down
to unzip his pants, I knew I was right.

	He got into position on top of her, and did exactly
what I had done, burying his dick in her all the way
on the first stroke. He went in easier than I had,
since her pussy was well lubed with my come. He didn't
hesitate at all, and began to pound into her with all
his might. He was too drunk to worry about whether she
might wake up or not. Due to the effects of the
alcohol on him, he pounded into her for much longer
than I thought possible.  I could tell he was getting
close to coming, though, and I soon saw him bury his
dick inside her and freeze. I knew he had just shot
his first spurt of come in her. He hesitated for a
moment, then began to fuck her again. I knew
instinctively that each thrust he made into her after
that planted more of his seed inside her, where it
mixed with mine. When he had finished, he collapsed on
top of her. He had what he wanted. I went back to the
den and fell asleep on the couch.

	It was the screaming that woke me up. Apparently,
Kevin had passed out on top of Sherri with his dick
still inside her. When she woke up, she went
ballistic. She knew that she had been fucked by Kevin,
but she didn't know that I had fucked her too.

	The ride home that afternoon was dead silent. Sherri
was major pissed at Kevin. Kevin was so hung over that
he really didn't want to talk, and I was just stealing
glances at Sherri as I drove, knowing that my seed was
inside her, too. I regretted that I never got a look
at her pussy or her tits, but what the hell.

	I never saw Sherri again after that trip. Kevin only
saw her one more time. He saw her in court when she
filed a paternity suit against him. He fought it, of
course, since he knew that she had a boyfriend at the
time. He took a blood test, which proved conclusively
that he couldn't have been the baby's father. Who was?
Well, it could have been the boyfriend, but I heard
that Sherri had never seen him again after the little
stunt he pulled in Stillwater. All I can say is draw
your own conclusions.























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