Cherise

Cherise threw her suitcase in the trunk of her clunker car, and didn’t look back at the disaster of a marriage she left behind, or the mounting bills her husband had left for her to sort through. She wanted to make a clean break, and the best thing she knew to do was to sever ties with anyone from her old life.

When the email from her college roommate came, it was an answer to everything. Stacy had found her via Facebook, and wanted to get back in touch. When Cherise told her about what Lance had done, Stacy immediately suggested Cherise come back to Illinois and work with her at her dad’s shipping company.

The journey started out smoothly, but she was soon to realize her husband hadn’t been very good at keeping up with car maintenance. Much like their sex life, she mused. It’d always felt forced, doing anything sexual with Lance. Cherise was a very sexually-adventurous woman, and she prided herself on her technique… but Lance never wanted to do anything but missionary, and then she was always put to the task of sucking on his softening little cock. The entire ordeal was lackluster, to put it plainly. Once she found him mid-solo-wank session, and talking quietly with his secretary on his cellphone in her office, Cherise knew it was time to find her way out of the mess she’d made of her life. It was time to cut her losses, and get the hell out of Dodge. Now it was time to call a mechanic.

As she sat by the roadside, Cherise punched in Stacy’s cellphone number and waited for her friend’s advice on what to do.

“Hello?” Stacy’s husky voice answered on the second ring.

“Stace… darling. I’m beginning to think the cosmos are in on the shit-throwing thing, too.”

“Oh no! What happened? Are you having second thoughts because-”

“No, hun. Nothing like that. It’s just that… Lance forgot to check the oil. Some fifty-four thousand miles or so ago. I think I’m in trouble.” Cherise took three deep breaths and then four slow exhales, fighting off the mounting desire to bawl her eyes out. It seemed Stacy picked up on her distress.

“Cherry, honey. This is just not your week, is it? How far are you?”

Cherise tried to remember what the last road sign had said. “I think forty-five miles from a town called Heath? Give or take a few.” The sun was in on the game, too. The heat and humidity was sucking all her energy and will to think right out of her. “I’ll have Greg call a tow-truck. I think I know where that’s at-” Cherise listened faintly as Stacy hailed her husband over and discussed the predicament. A few moments later, and Cherise was talking directly to Greg.

“Hey, this is Greg here. What seems to be the problem?” Cherise could feel her body responding to the utterly sexy voice that just got on her friend’s phone. It had been a lonely six months since the last time she’d been fucked, and it seemed that Little Cherise was desperate beyond belief. “Hey… I uh… my ex-husband… ah… didn’t change the oilandnowI’msittinglikeanhourawayfromcivilizationandIjustwanttogetthereandgetintobedand-” the tears were pouring down her face, now. She felt like such an awkward teenager calling home to mommy and daddy to tell them she got rear-ended in the mall parking lot, or something. Not the best of first impressions.

“Love, it’s going to be all right. I’m gonna send my friend right over to you. He lives right outside of Heath. Just sit tight and we’ll all be laughing about it and sipping margaritas in no time, sugar.” Greg had her tell him a few more details, before assuring her she was going to be treated like a princess as soon as she set foot in their house, and hung up. Cherise actually found herself smiling. It was a dejected little smile, but a smile nevertheless.

Now she just had to wait for a half hour, at the least for this friend of Greg’s to show up, and then just two hours of complete and utter awkwardness… and she’d finally be able to give Stacy a hug… and everything would be ok again. She just needed to keep her mind off matters, that’s all. She glanced in the side-mirror to see if any traffic was coming up behind her before she climbed out of her damn car and sat in the shade of a pathetic little insecticide-afflicted pine tree. Her slingbacks stuck in the mud, and she could smell something that was akin to an outhouse… but at least she could see when her rescuer would be showing up. Thankfully, the highway seemed pretty deserted. She didn’t relish trying to keep her cool long enough to explain she already had help on the way.

The sun was suddenly covered by a thick raincloud, and distant thunder echoed. “Great. Just what I needed. A shower.” She slowly picked herself up from the dirty ground, and headed back to her car. “This guy better be showing up really fast!”

Once inside the car, Cherise dug through her purse to try and find something to munch on. Every girl knew chocolate was a necessity in any stressful situation. So what if she would gain a few pounds this week from all the stress. When in stress, let chocolate sooth your distress. That’s what her grandma used to say, anyway.

With her head buried in her gigantic, over-filling purse, Cherise didn’t see the pick-up pulling up behind her, and the driver’s side door swinging open & then shut. She did hear the crunch of gravel, though. Great, just what she needed. Some country bumpkin stopping to “help” her. She wished she listened to that fucker Lance when he suggested buying a mugger-be-gone kit from an online store four months ago. She reluctantly pushed the window button & looked up into the soaking wet stranger’s face.

“Greg and Stace said you were a knockout, but they didn’t inform me of your pack-rat status, as well.” the man was leaning over her door, blue eyes roaming over the interior of her car. Sure, she had a few boxes & bags and crates and suitcases… but if this was Greg’s friend, surely he knew she was moving to a new-old state, right? She had to take Lance’s things along, too. A secret part of her had been planning on sending every pair of tighty-whities soaring through the air as she travelled, but she soon realized she couldn’t do it while traveling 60 miles an hour down a freeway.

“Greg didn’t say what your name was.” She kept her eyes averted now, not wanting to succumb to the sex appeal Greg’s mysterious friend was exuding at the moment. She had a totaled car on her hands that took precedence. He didn’t answer, he just reached in the window to unlock her door & promptly picked her up in his arms. “It’ll be faster, this way.” was the only explanation before he practically flew back to his truck.

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Cherise was told not to worry about her car, that he knew a guy with a wrecker. He’d already called him up, it seemed, for when they were about to pull away, she could see the big truck pull up behind them. Greg’s friend waved at the mechanic, and merged onto the deserted highway.

When he caught her staring backwards through the rear window, he laughed a little as he shook his head. She looked at him, appalled at how rude he was being to her. “What the fuck is your name?!” she wanted to scream. Cherise suspected it was all a game to him. Make the scrawny lady with car problems guess his name, win a prize. Just what that prize was, she was keen to find out.

“So, Mystery-Man. How’d you get to me so fast?”

He straightened in his seat a little before mumbling something.

“What was that?”

He cleared his throat, seeming to become a little nervous. “My ex wanted me to meet her in a town not too far from here. Turns out it was a bootycall.”

She couldn’t help but smile, and picture the sexy man beside her completely naked, his hands and mouth roving over her entire body. Her entirely nude body.

“And did you answer your lady’s call?”

“Well, no. What’s done is done. I can’t do that sort of thing with her anymore. Besides, her kid was in the next room. I didn’t want to scar him for life.” Cherise laughed at that. She scooted restlessly in her seat, disturbed and aroused by the pictures that were floating around in her head. Damn, she needed to invest in a new vibrator for herself!

She drifted off to sleep soon, and when she finally awoke, it was to find her head two inches from the guy’s crotch. The truck was still, too.

She quickly sat up & assessed the situation. They were parked in a rest stop, and they were completely alone. And her head had been two inches from his denim-clad cock. Her tongue snaked out to lick her bottom lip. What would happen if they …

“You know, I could get used to your face down there, your warm breath teasing me. Don’t suppose you’re ready to learn my name yet, are ya?” She refused to meet his gaze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll only tell you my name while we’re fucking each other’s brains out. I’m shy, you see-”

Cherise burst into giggling at the absurdities coming from this man’s luscious, full-lipped mouth. Damn, she wouldn’t mind kissing those sexy lips.

“Well, it was worth a shot…” he mumbled. Cherise grinned now, a plan forming in her lust-filled head. She would let him fuck her. What was stopping them? Besides the big steering wheel and the cramped quarters, anyway.

“You mean here? Now?”

“Yes. Here.” he reached for her trembling fingers and brought them to his insistent hard-on. “Now.” Cherise forgot about the fact that they were in a parked truck, miles from anywhere, as his warm hand urged hers to settle on his crotch. “You do realize it’d be so much easier if we weren’t inside this truck, right Cherise?” His hot breath washed over her neck, sending tingles throughout her body. She met his gaze before asking, “Well, what do you suggest?” She didn’t recognize her own voice, it was so husky from pent-up arousal.

“See those woods beyond the building?” he nodded behind her head as he simultaneously worked her hand back and forth across his cock. She didn’t want to take her eyes off his mouth, so she only nodded, concentrating on the task at hand. “Cherise, honey… you ever fuck in the open?” When she shook her head no, he turned and opened his door, got out & reached in to haul her out behind him as well. She was held in his muscular arms, and all thoughts of her totaled car & failed marriage eased away. She even made it a point to forget about Stace & Greg, waiting a few hundred miles away for them to show up.

They walked a little ways into the thick trees, hoping to find a comfy place to fornicate on the forest floor. When the trees began to thin, he knelt with her still cradled in his arms, her lips raining light kisses against the hot skin of his neck. The knee-high grass was semi-moist, and it tickled Cherise’s bare skin. He let her stand on her own for a moment while he tore the shirt from his body, buttons flying wildly, much like her heartbeat was now doing. His body was dusted with hair, and this ruggedness made her insides clench in renewed arousal. He looked up into her eyes, a mischievous look sparkling in the hazel depths.

“Do you want to learn who’s about to fuck you?” his breath whispered across the tops of her thighs, and she shivered suddenly. All she could manage was a quick nod when he pushed his hands up her short skirt and peeled her light blue panties off her. He chuckled when he saw how wet he’d made her. “Get on all-fours, sweet. I want to give you the fucking you deserve.” He spun her around and she did as she was told, all the while wondering what she was in for. What was it that she deserved? A spanking, perhaps? Or a bit of ass-play?

For a few anxious-ridden moments, she thought she was abandoned there in the open field, her ass bared for all the woodland creatures to see. Then… oh, then! … she felt his fingers sliding up into her soaking wet folds, teasing and torturing her clit before dipping quickly into her honey pot. She moaned her delight at FINALLY being touched and worshipped and made to feel sexy. Someone still liked the way she looked. It made her all the more aroused, and she dared a peak at her lover over her right shoulder. Just as he was pushing his large middle finger inside her snatch, Cherise let out a gasp and pushed against him, riding that hand… coating his fingers in all her moistness. She didn’t see his hand coming down to spank her left ass-cheek, but instead of turning her off like usual, that particular pain made her cry out in excitement.

“You’re so naughty, Cherise! Where have you been all my life?” He sounded out of breath and damn sexy, so she quit humping his hand and started begging for his cock. “No, Cherise love. Not yet. I want to make this time last.” She hung her head down, peering over her small pooch of a belly, and saw that his cock was just as huge as it felt in his jeans earlier. He’d stripped out of them on their way through the woods, and she’d laughed as he tried juggling her in his arms & getting them off without falling. Cherise was now pulled up by her shoulders, and told to lay flat on her back, her legs spread-eagle. She decided to give him what he wanted… this time.

“Cherise… did your ex ever lick this pussy of yours?” he wanted to know. Her eyes bulged out and she shook her head, no. “Damn shame, that. Well… you’re about to have your first tongue in your-”

“No, I didn’t say that. I said that fucktard didn’t give a damn about whether or not I came during sex. I never said I didn’t have a tongue in my snatch before.” She folded her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, waiting for that devious tongue to touch her tingling clit.

“Uh,uh,uh. Open them back up. None of that daydreaming while I’m licking an orgasm from you. I want to see you in the moment, not thinking about someone else’s tongue.”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about her.” she murmured, beginning to get a little impatient at all of his demands and commands and lack of cock in her cunt. He let out a surprised laugh and she was glad to feel the course wetness of his tongue lashing through her pussyfolds.

She was in paradise, now. This was heaven. This private little clearing, this man. It was perfect, well… almost. She hadn’t wrapped her mouth around that thick cock yet. She was eager to reciprocate the pleasure she was being given right now. His tongue seemed to know just what would drive her close to the breaking point, and then he’d dive his fingers into her at the same moment he licked and sucked… and then he started twisting his fingers, and she felt herself cum all over those knowledgeable digits. She laughed, she was so giddy. It’d been a long, long time since anyone else besides herself had taken her to that point of no-return.

“Now will you fuck me?” she asked, looking into his hazy eyes. He just grinned, his hand wiping some of the cream from her lips and coating his dick with it. She wondered what was in store now.

“Get up on your knees, Cherise. I want to give you a taste of this cock.” Cherise complied all too willingly. She positioned herself before his cock, put her hands to each of his hips and forcefully tugged him closer to her. “Oo, you’re getting kinda feisty. I like it.” She grinned around the tip of his cock, letting her tongue slip in the hole located there. His hand was in her hair now, pushing her down his length before pulling her back up by her hair. She’d never had anyone be so rough with her… it boded well for when he actually began to fuck her cunt. She puffed her lips around her teeth so she wouldn’t scrape his sensitive skin, and went to town on that dick, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed out and she knew she was leaving teeth marks on the sides of her cheeks. Her tongue was going wild, circling the slit at his tip and then diving in, then briskly flicking the corners. It’d been so long since she had a nice cock to suck on, her pussy began clenching in her ecstasy, and soon she heard herself moaning around that thick cock of his. He was getting into it, too. His legs were tensed, his fingers almost digging into her scalp. He’d stopped pushing her up & down on his dick, and was merely holding her head in his big hands, massaging her head a little. She thought that was sweet, to make up for the rough-play he’d inflicted on her at first.

All of a sudden, he pulled her mouth off his cock and captured her lips with his own, flicking his tongue inside her mouth passionately. Inwardly, she laughed at her fortune. Outwardly, she sucked at his lower lip before gently nipping it with her teeth. He let out a low growl before turning her away from him as he knelt on his knees behind her. She felt his shaft cradled between her thighs. He guided himself up through her folds and shoved that cock up her cunt. She screamed, a grin playing at her lips as he began to forcefully pound into her soaking wet pussy. “Yeah! That’s it, Cherise. Fuck my cock!” He pushed her upper torso away from his so he could admire her backside. “You’re so naughty, Cherise. Fucking me when you don’t even know my name.” He was saying between each piston inward. She could only half-listen, but she tried her best. “Yeah! Fuck… oh you’re so wet! Wetter than anyone I’ve ever been with, actually. Cherise, darling… do you squirt at all?” She grew quiet, still pushing back against his rod, but self-conscious now. She gave a little nod, and he slid his hands to her cunt. “Do you want me to make you squirt, baby? Make you squirt as you scream my name?” he began to quickly rub her swollen clit, pinching it & running his hands around her pussy, making her legs shake with the tension that was building up. “I don’t know your name, though.” she said quietly, trying not to think too clearly… holding out for that big orgasm that she knew he was actually able to give her. This man… shit, he knew how to work a pussy!

“It’s time you learned, eh?” With those ominous words, she felt his cock slowly being pulled from her pussy. She instantly felt bereft at the vacancy, but was rewarded when she felt his tongue licking her yet again. “Yes! Oh yes… lick my pussy!” she shamelessly cried.

Not before long, he was slowly pushing a cunt-cream-soaked index finger up inside her asshole. She was loving it. It was the first time anyone took their time warming her up for this particular sexual activity. Instead of a horrible dry pain, she felt warm and wet and ready to be impaled by his cock.

She was moaning quite profusely when he began to ask her if she was liking it at all. When she simply kept moaning her excitement, thinking he’d get the clue… he pushed two fingers inside her abruptly. She choked on her moan, and her eyes bulged open. “You want me to slide my dick inside you, Cherise? You want this dick up in your asshole, huh?” he was squeezing her asscheek now as he pushed in and out of her clenching asshole. “Mmhmm. Fuck me!” She thought to push harder against his hand, but he held her hips steady. “You want me in this ass, huh?Beg me. Ask for it by name.” She humped backwards once again, harder this time to make her point. “FUCK THIS ASS!” she screamed wildly. He grinned. “Say my name, baby. Say ‘Sam, fuck this ass!’” She smiled in triumph. He’d finally given away his secret! Maybe now he’d let her cum again? “FUCK THIS ASS, SAM! FUCK ME Oooooo” He used one hand to spread her asscheeks, and the other to guide his big dick into position. He sighed audibly when he penetrated her pucker hole. All of a sudden, he began to pound in and out of her ass with so much force, Cherise’s body was slammed into the ground. She braced her arms around her head before the impact, and stayed that way, with her head buried while he buried his cockhead in her tight asshole again and again. “Oh Sam! Oh Sam fuck me hard! FUCK MY ASS!” It was a bit garbled, but hearing his name on her lips drove him to the brink. He pulled out of her one last time before quickly pulled her up into a sitting position to receive his cum. “Where do you want it, Cherise?”

“I wanna feel it deep inside my wet pussy!” With those words, he pulled her into his lap, shoved his cock back inside her hot pussy and pumped with all his might. She was screaming, her head lifted up to the skies, her eyes shut tightly. That’s when he felt the warm trickle of her pussy-juices coursing down his cock. He filled her mouth with his tongue again and blew his load deep inside her, pumping with each jet of cum. “SAM! OH FUCK!” she screamed as she humped his rod harder and faster. Mindless fucking, this was turning out to be. He loved every second of it, too! He knew they had to get back on the road again, though. Stacy and Greg had something special in store for this beautiful friend of theirs… and Sam was not going to be excluded. He definitely wanted to fuck this sweet, sexy girl again. Maybe even again and again and again. She seemed game enough for his appetites. He gathered their clothes together and walked them to his truck. She’d almost tripped three or four times, she was so relaxed. He knew the moment he saw her, that she was desperate for a good fucking. He was only happy to oblige her.