Lifeguard girlfriend is just too friendly
written by:
Turkey Butt

I fucked Sherri within four hours of meeting her. From the very start of our relationship, I knew she was no angel. She was a new reporter on the college newspaper, and I was the news editor. Coming off a bad break up, I started the semester with a new attitude - I was a make-out king, a swinger, a cocksman. Since most of the staff was new, they didn't know it was kind of a put on.

Much to my surprise, I found a lot of girls enjoyed my brash attitude, and I was having some success with the ladies. Which is why I came on strong to Sherri. She was a mousy little spinner with auburn hair and brown eyes. She had the slender body of a ballet dancer, but stood only 5'-0" tall - like I said, a spinner.

It was early afternoon when Sherri and I started to flirt in the office. I quoted a stupid song lyric from the ‘70s - "Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna, do ya wanna wanna?" Well, two classes later we were headed to the apartment I shared with my two best friends. We smoked a little herb en route and had a CD playing low to cover the awkward parts of the conversation. I was nervous as hell - I had never hooked a chick this quickly in my life. But I continued to play it cool right up to the queen-sized bed in my room.

Sherri flopped playfully backwards onto the mattress arms opened for me to join her. I cat-crawled onto the bed and we kissed and hugged and pawed each other, slowly getting to know the feel of our bodies. She had small breasts and a firm ribcage. By this time I knew she was a Water Safety Instructor - the head lifeguard at the municipal pool in town. That explained her figure. And I knew she used a diaphragm and wasn't worried about fucking bareback. Times were wonderful in the early ‘80s - no one had heard of herpes or Aids, so pregnancy was the only concern. But I planned to use a condom anyway.

Her belt came off easily, and her jeans slipped off her skinny hips as if by magic. Her sweater went next, and her un-needed bra shortly after. I kissed her left breast and sucked her nipple, while my hand fondled her other tit. I thought I was being romantic, dawdling on her chest, but she grew impatient, and pushed my head down toward her panties.

"That's where the action is, sweetheart," she said, slipping off her last stitch of clothing. I rose back to kiss her lips, sliding my hand between her legs reaching past her velvety pubic hair all the way around to cup her ass cheek. I withdrew it slowly, dragging the meaty part of my hand across all her bits, slowing down as I went across her pussy and clit. I slid my middle finger back into her womanhood, finding it warm and wet. Sherri sighed and pulled her legs up slowly, holding them up by her knees. It was the most awesome invitation I ever received. She had a full complement of pussy hair which warmed my palm as I slowly stroked in and out with first one finger, then two. She whispered, "rub my magic button... I don't like being prodded in the cunt, just rub my clit."

She was a bossy little thing, and cruelly honest, as I was soon to discover, but I wasn't about to complain. I withdrew and traced circles around her button, changing the pace and reversing direction. I dipped into her pussy for lubrication once, but when I tried again, Sherri took my hand and guided it to my mouth. "Taste me. Wet my pussy with your spit, and you get to taste my pussy. It's a bonus." She let me rub her some more, and when I brought my finger back, she claim-jumped me, licking her own juices off my fingers.

By this time, my boner was in Condition Red, but I was still fully clothed. I continued to rub her starter-button as she relaxed and laid back. I said "Am I going to make you come baby?" in a mock Austin Powers sexy voice. "Probably not - I don't come with men.," she replied.

"Do you come with women?" I asked, startled. She smiled and took control of my hand, rubbing her clit some more with my fingers. "No, silly... I just find it difficult. I orgasm alone, but not when I'm having sex with a man. It's curious, but I read that it's not unusual. I've just never come with a man." She closed her eyes and sighed. "But I just love getting head."

Message received, I moved down, kissing and licking her neck, chest and belly, through her velvety hair pie, and made a soft landing on the target for the day. I sucked and nipped her clit in an almost-69 position for only a short while before Sherri's hips began to rise and fall in a humping motion. She ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked and licked, pushing me on to her harder with each hump. I slipped a finger into her pussy and moved it around the perimeter. That seemed to break her mood, and she sat up.

"Take your clothes off, Tex," she commanded. I'm not from Texas, or even the south. But I was wearing Frye boots, and she had nicknamed me "Tex" within the first 5 minutes of our friendship.

I did as I was told, and soon she had me on my back, pointin' north as she sucked my dick. Again, it was the best invitation to sex I ever received. This girl Sherri was making me forget all about my bad break-up a few months back. She cuddled my balls with her right hand, stroking my cock with the left as she swirled up and down. Her hand twisted as she stroked, sending me out of my mind. She kept at it with a passion, resting occasionally by taking it out of her mouth, but no rest for me - she continued to stroke and jerk my cock as she looked at me and smiled. She was enjoying this as much as I was! She slowed her stroking and moved her mouth down to my dick. Sherri stopped cold for a long second, then slowly took me back in her mouth, keeping her lips so tight it felt like I was entering a virgin pussy. She went farther down my cock than any woman had ever gone, then slowly back up. After three of four of those, I was ready to explode.

"Where do you want to shoot it? In my mouth? Or in my pussy? Or....." she drifted off.

Not knowing if this was a one-time piece of ass, I needed to hit that pussy. I rolled Sherri over and in one swift motion buried my stiffy in her wet box. Her legs wrapped around me loosely as we fell into a frantic rhythm. Her puss felt so hot, so tight, her pussy hair so soft and warm against me that I wasn't going to last long. I made a valiant effort to give this new-found minx a long fuck, but the anticipation was too much, and I soon knew I was going to blow my load.

I had my arms around her back, pulling her down by the shoulders. With every thrust, Sherri lifted her ass off the bed, curling her back and taking my love wand as deep as it could go. She put her hands around my neck and started at me with lust-filled eyes. "Fuck me, Tex. I want to feel your dick up in my ribs..." Her legs were folded all the way back, making her pussy stick out farther than ever. My dick continued in and out, feeling as though she had her pussy and both hands wrapped around me. My hips slammed her butt bones with each stroke, and I knew I was deeper into a cunt than I had ever been. Sherri moved her hands down to my lower back, and helped pull me in with each stroke.

She could feel the time was coming, and Sherri bent forward against my hands, reaching down my back and putting a finger squarely on my ass hole. This was a totally new, but not unpleasant, sensation. I relaxed a bit, and with every stroke her finger slid a little farther into my butt. The sensation was too much, and the dam burst right then.

"Awww, fuck...." I said as I spurted shot after shot into her love nest. Two, three, four squirts, then a spasm, then another few feeble squirts. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

We both lay there breathing heavily, exhausted from a good frantic workout. Sherri had a "splooge towel" near the bed, and put it under her draining pussy. After a few minutes we lit up a joint to bask in the afterglow. I complimented her on her skills and her wonderful flexibility. "It comes from swimming a lot," she said.

"The sex? You learned to give head like that from swimming?" I teased. "No, the flexibility. The sex came from experience. I started fucking when I was way too young. I had a steady boyfriend and very permissive parents. They thought if they didn't set tough boundaries, I wouldn't be a rebel. Instead, I guess I turned into a slut."

"Why do you think you're a slut?" I inquired, now wondering if I should have taken the time to wrap my pecker... "Well, not so much a slut as just unfaithful. I have a boyfriend going to the Police Training Institute in Arizona, but we have an open relationship. He knows how much I love sex, and he figured he had no chance to keep my faithful when he's that far away, so it's an open relationship. So don't fall in love with me - it'll only end badly, I promise. But we can stay friends - with benefits - if you want."

And boy did I want. We spent about every third evening together for the whole semester, and learned a lot about each other. She had an abortion a year ago, and that's why she doesn't like being fingered. She doesn't shave her pussy because she's afraid of showing a camel-toe in her lifeguard suit. She thinks her tits are too small, and if you suck on them, she gets self-conscious. She doesn't come with her lovers, but she gets off by putting a satin pillow against her crotch and rocking it dog-fashioned between her legs.

And she really loves sex - everything about it, and in any fashion possible. She has one steady boyfriend and has fucked five other guys in the last year. Except for the abortion, our stats were pretty similar. As was our love of sex. Sherri was much more experienced than I. Her no-nonsense attitude was a wake-up call to me. When I wasn't doing something well, she stopped and told me how to do it better. It was like having a free sex tutor. With all the practice I could handle. But her lack of fidelity would come between us eventually.

Near the end of semester Sherri and I had been out to a party, and were heading back to my apartment with a nice warm buzz. "I have an idea... let's go swimming at the pool.," she said.

"Are you nuts? The pool's closed - it's after midnight," I argued. I wanted her pussy in my warm bed, not some warm pool.

"I'm the boss there - I have the keys and the alarm code. Let's go - turn left," she stated. And with Sherri, I did not argue. Because arguing meant no pussy. I was whipped, but I was very well-fucked, so I turned left.

We parked in the back and went in the employee's door. We had 45 seconds to make it to the front door to turn off the alarm. She said she made it just in time. With just the emergency lights glowing, we did a quick strip and dove into the Olympic-sized pool. We swam about like nymphs - she was totally graceful, and moved like a Musky in the water. We came together and kissed, caressing our nakedness in the shallow end. I hoisted her out of the water and sat her on the edge of the pool, spreading her legs and holding her arms as she laid back to let me lick her wonderland. We were just getting started when the police lights broke the mood.

Despite the dimness, the police outside had a clear view of what we were up to. We had to leave the water to get our clothes, so there was no mistaking that we were skinny dipping. "I'll handle this," Sherri said, pulling on her top and wiggling into her jeans. She opened the emergency exit a crack and talked to the cops. I sat there stupidly. After a few minutes, she came back with the bad news. "I have to go make a report. The silent alarm went off - I guess I didn't get there fast enough when we came in. They believe that I'm the boss, but I have to go make an incident report or I'll probably lose my job. I'll see you at your place - they said you can go."

Four hours later Sherri woke me up by climbing I bed. She cuddled against my back and went quickly to sleep, or at least pretended to.

"What took so long? Four hours?" I asked a few minutes later.

"It's complicated," she said.

"How could it be complicated? You're the boss, you had keys, you had your Park District ID. What took four hours?" I insisted. "And why is your hair damp? You smell like toothpaste - were you smoking?"

"If I tell you you'll be mad," she said.

"If you don't tell me, I'll be madder," I responded. We looked at each other for a long stretch before she broke off her gaze.

"It took four hours because I didn't make a report, It took four hours because I fucked those four cops in the weight room to keep it off the record," she explained.

"All four of them? At once?" I asked, my jealousy flaring, my mind spinning.

"No, two at once, and the others one at a time. They were shy," she said with a slight smirk. "I told you not to fall in love with me - I told you I have never been faithful..." she pleaded with me. "Please don't be mad... it seemed like a good idea at the time."

A long silence. "Do you want me to leave?" she asked meekly. Another long silence.

"No, I want you to stay. I want you to tell me everything about your night. And when you're done we'll take a shower and a douche and I'm gonna fuck your brains out. Then we'll decide if I stick around or if I move on," I said flatly.

"We won't need a shower or a douche - I did that at the pool before I came home. I even brushed my teeth so you wouldn't be kissing someone else's cock," she said, hoping that made everything better somehow.

"I'm impressed," I said acidly. "I just can't believe you let them do that to you. That's unreal..."

"It was my idea," she said, stopping my train of thought. "I offered it up, and practically had to beg the last one to go along with the idea. They didn't do anything to me that I didn't ask for - beg for. I'm sorry, but the world's a double standard, and I'm not gonna apologize for having one of the best times of my life," she said, taking a firm moral stand.

"Look," she went on, "If a female cop offered to let you out of a ticket if you licked her pussy, you'd go for it - I know you, I know you would do it. And if she had three girlfriends to join the party, I know I wouldn't see you till next week. I know you think you love me, but you really love the sex, and so do I. Hear me out and I know you'll forgive me - there's a surprise in it for you..." she said, teasingly.

"All right - let's hear it," I relented. I decided I'd hear her side of it, fuck her, and just move on.

"Well the Sergeant said I needed to come to the station and file a report. I asked him if we couldn't just do it in my office and save a trip. He asked me ‘What do you mean, do it?' and I said, you know, paperwork, reports, and all that. I offered to send you away if that made them feel better, and they said OK - that's when I sent you back to the apartment," she said. "When you left, I asked them to come in and led them to my office, where we talked about the meaning of "do it" for a while, until they knew I was for real, not just trying to get them in trouble. I told them the workout room had soft mats, and there was room for all of us in there. The sarge and his partner were ready from the start, but the other two said they'd just watch ‘the perimeter,' whatever that is," she went on.

"They were keeping a lookout," I said. Duh.

"We went to the workout room, and the sarge grabbed me immediately," she said. He had strong hands, and he had my jeans off in a second, getting to my pussy almost instantly, since my panties were still on the floor next to the pool. His partner took off my top and rubbed my shoulders while sarge rubbed my pussy and circled my clit. I told them they both needed to get their hardware off, cause I'm not fucking anybody wearing a gunbelt.

"They took off their belts, and while sarge kept kissing and stroking me, his partner took off his clothes. I got the feeling that these two guys had double-teamed chicks before, since they didn't even look at each other, but they knew what to do. In a minute, I felt a dick snaking between my ass cheeks, rubbing my pussy. I was pretty wet, so it was inside me in a second. It was nice-sized, not too big, and fairly thick -- not long and skinny, which I hate. Sarge held me upright while his partner fucked me standing up. I spread my legs and squatted a bit, letting him ride up in me as I bent over as far as the Sarge would let me - he kept stroking my clit and kissing my neck. His partner pushed on my asshole with his thumb, which, as you know, I love. I honestly can't remember how long this went on, because I was in heaven.

"The sarge stepped back a bit and opened his uniform trousers. I pulled his boxers down and started sucking his dick. It was nice - not too long, but thick. Bending over to do this was great because it let his partner get his dick in my pussy even further. We went on like this for a while, till his partner got close and pulled my hair back, pulling me off his bosses dick. I arched my back... he came in my pussy like a hot chocolate machine... I felt the cum fill me up and run down both my thighs as he pumped me and pulled me close... his boss rubbing my clit the whole time. The sarge seemed to want me to come. He asked me a few times what he could do to get me off, and I said ‘just keep doing what you're doing!'"

"But after his partner came, he wanted more head, so I got on my knees and let him fuck my face," Sherri told me. She was now so into telling the story that she didn't even care about my feelings. She had always been brutally honest, but this was the first time I had heard her discuss an affair with anyone else with such candor. She was telling it like she was Cinderella reliving the big ball...

"Sarge wasn't circumcised, but his dick was nice and clean. The head of his dick was pretty sensitive, and I made that worth my while... I pulled on his dick so that the foreskin stayed way back, and I teased his under-dick mercilessly... it's so ironic to see a man in a position of ‘power' so fucking helpless, just cause you have his dick in your mouth..." she said with relish.

"So you let him come in your mouth? Did you swallow?" I asked Sherri, noticing that my manhood was swelling with the telling of the story. In some way I was becoming detached from the personage and starting to enjoy the story in a third-person sort of way...

"Yeah, but I didn't swallow. I let him fuck my mouth until he went off, and I let it run all over the head of his dick and down to the floor mats... I kept his dick in my mouth for a very long time as he went off... I'm pretty sure that was the best blowjob he's had in a long time, because he doubled over and almost fell on me. I don't think he cared whether I swallowed or not, because the flood ran over his dick and the lubrication factor was off the scale... I could tell. I let it run down my chest..." she said, smiling at me with a "you know..." look on her face. I couldn't help but think of the times Sherri had done that with my cumloads. Sometimes she'd swallow me, and sometimes she'd let me explode in her mouth and let it run out of her mouth and down my dick like a volcano... man, my dick was getting hard listening to her...

"Sarge's partner had already saddled up and left, and he was quick to follow. The FNG was next."

"FNG? What's that?" I asked, ignorantly.

"He's the ‘fucking new guy' on the crew," she said. I began to suspect Sherri wasn't unfamiliar with the Park District Police Department at all.

"Yeah, he was shy, and sort of apologetic. I took him by the belt and had my way with him. He was a lot like you," she said. I didn't know whether I was just insulted or praised.

"He was nice, but kinda confused... he was hoping for some hot sex, but he was too nice to demand anything. He had a nice cock, and got rock hard fast, but I could tell he was blushing, even in the shadows. I gave him a slow, deep blowjob, but he couldn't get his nut. He wanted my pussy, and when I figured out it would take all night to suck him off, I laid back and spread my legs on the weight bench. He was a tiger... he straddled me and put his bone in my slot like he'd just won the lottery. I was still wet and quite slick with the earlier load of love oil, so he didn't take long. On that bench, he literally lifted me up with his boner... I never got that close to orgasm before... I think if he hadn't blown his load when he did, I may have hit the high note on that dick..." she said.

"I never even learned his name. But he left quite a DNA calling card on the weight bench," she said, giggling. "I pulled my jeans on and went looking for victim number 4.

"How am I supposed to feel about all this?" I interrupted. "I don't know," she said sharply. "You wanted to hear the whole story, so here it is. Figure it out and deal with it. I told you not to fall in love with me, so I won't apologize. Want me to go on?" she challenged.

"May as well," I said, resigned.

"Good. You'll be happy you did," she said, triumphantly.

"The other guys left on other patrols, and the only cop left was an older guy, Frankie. I'd seen him a hundred times - he's been a Park District cop for years, probably close to retirement. He was shy, too - seemed like he was trying to get me to talk my way out of fucking him, but that wasn't gonna happen. I snuggled in and rubbed his dick through the uniform, and tried to unbuckle him.

"That's a federal offense, Missy," he said. "Tampering with an officer's weapon," he told me, she said.

"I told him, ‘I don't want your weapon, I want your gun.' And he smiled that I knew the difference. I unhooked his belt, then his pants, and dropped to my knees. His cock was bigger than any of the other three - almost 10 inches, and plenty thick, with a nice knob on the end. I stroked and licked it, and freed his balls from the rest of his skivvies. I hoped he was enjoying this as much as I was, and put a few extra nibbles and twists in to my efforts. He pulled me up to kiss me, and reached past my loose belt to my pussy...

"What's this, then?" he said, in exaggerated concern. "That's quite a garden of hair down there for a lady as young as yourself."

"I keep it a bit thick so I don't show a cameltoe when I'm in my swimgear," I told him.

"Nonsense - we'll make short work of that - where's your razor?"

"He had said it in such a manner that it wasn't a question, it was a demand. And in one dazzling moment, I decided to let him have his way and do what he wanted with my pussy hair," she explained.

"Are you shittin' me? You let him shave your box?" I asked.

"Yup - feel it right here," she said, rolling over and reminding me that we were still in bed naked, next to one another. It was true... I hadn't even tried to grope her since she came to my apartment... but she was clean shaven... The feeling of her slick, soft skin below her waist was a new sensation. For months, I had hit a garden of wonderful brown pubic hair as soon as I went south of Sherri's beltline. Now - nothing but skin, all the way down to the lips of her pussy. My dick went to condition Purple.

"He didn't even want to fuck me, he just wanted to shave me - of everything I had. I had an Intuition razor in my locker, and he lathered me up and shaved me like a barber... it took him three times to get it this smooth. He pulled my pussy lips out and shaved around them, rolled me over and shaved my asshole, wiped me off, patted me dry... it was like being at a spa," she said. "I was in heaven."

"He was so nice... he's married with three kids. I wouldn't let him get away without something, so he let me lay down and he fucked me in my mouth... it only took a few minutes. I sucked him so hard when he came, and it almost seemed like it hurt him... I'm pretty sure I left him with some memories that will never fade away," Sherri said, not without some pride.

By this time, I was rubbing Sherri's new-mown pussy in a nice circular motion. She was relaxed now, having spilled the beans and knowing that the truth was out there, nothing to hide.

After a pause, I asked "And you still want me?"

"I want you to fuck me, if that's what you mean," she said.

"After all you had tonight?"

"I haven't fucked anyone I love tonight... you'll be the first," she said. I think I blushed.

I buried my face in her shaved snatch and latched on like a lamprey to her magic button, sucking and slurping at her clitoris and anything near it. I rolled her over so that she was laying atop me in a perfect 69, and planted her pussy on my face like a mask. Sherri took my rock hard bone in her mouth as I sucked her clit like it was a little dick... as we got hotter and hotter into it, we exchanged roles in our minds...

Her clit was a dick, and my lips were a small tight pussy... she kept sliding and rubbing into my mouth like she had a dick and she was running it into my pussy... it continued to get hotter and hotter - then I broke away and whispered to her "Sherri - my mouth is like a purple satin pillow... the pillow you fuck in your room... I'm your pillow... fuck me Sherri, fuck me with your magic button" and I went back to sucking her thrusting love button... her thrusts got harder and harder for a few seconds, then Sherri stiffened... stiffened more... and collapsed...

She moved up, saying "now you fuck ME, Tex... fuck me now..." I scampered out from underneath and straddled her from behind, my dick finding its place in the universe without any help from Sherri or me. After a few thrusts, she collapsed on the bed, letting me fuck her in the prone. We were both going full force, yet she said in wonderment between gasps "you made me come... Tex, you sucked me until you made me come..." I squeezed her legs together until there was virtually no room for my dick between her legs, yet I stayed in her pussy thrusting... I was so close to losing it... suddenly Sherri arched her back yet again, gasping for air and calling out my nickname, "Tex, do me, do me... gawd do me..." and she collapsed on the bed just as I shot a record-setting load into her still-tight little snatch.

It was ten minutes of heavy breathing before we talked again, but we didn't say much. She was happy I had rung her bells, but she was worn out, and in desperate need of sleep, and I was just all fucked out. I made her eggs and toast in the morning, but we didn't discuss the previous evening's events. She waved goodbye as she left, but I'm not sure what she meant...

Later installments reveal what happens if and when Sherri comes back into the picture...