I met Cheri when she was about to graduate high school, I had graduated two years prior. Although I was pals with her cousins, I'd never actually met her; however, I had heard a few guys talk about her.
Cheri was a gorgeous girl with the looks of a beautiful gypsy. Long, thick, wavy, dark-brunette hair with auburn highlights, green eyes and a firm, shapely body. At a much later time she said her grandparents were from Romania so she really was a Gypsy. Her eyes and smile would pull a man to her with a promise of heaven if you were lucky. The stories I'd heard was that she loved to fuck and was quick to accept a backseat romp--the Perfect Storm for a young man.
I went to a bonfire-party in early October when the air was crisp, and the trees were still full of colorful leaves. The party was at a friend's farm who lived in the country. They had loud music, several kegs of beer set up, and a nice bonfire. When I got there, I saw 20 -- 30 people around the fire drinking beer. So, I grabbed a beer and started hanging out with pals and enjoying the early evening. There were a lot of bikes coming and going, so it was kind of loud and chaotic.
I had been there less than an hour when this gorgeous, young, brunette came up to my buddy and began flirting aggressively with him. He already had his eye on another girl and walked away so the brunette came over to me rubbing up against me in an amazingly seductive way, swaying beautifully to the music while sipping her beer. When my buddy got back, he told me to get her away from him because the girl he had an eye on was interested in him but thought he was with the pretty brunette. So, I walked her away from him and thought I'd done my job. I planned on going into the house to smoke some weed, but she was not leaving me alone. The music was great and she started gently gyrating against my leg as she swayed to the music. When I asked her name, she said Cheri, with a "C". I had finally met her.
I had ridden to the party with another friend of mine, but he left with a different hot little lady, so I decided to catch a ride to my home for my car. I asked another friend to give me a ride to my place, which was probably 10 miles away, and when he agreed, I grabbed Cheri and off we went. As we were leaving, she leaned over, unzipped my fly, and started sucking my cock before we got to the paved road. I was a little embarrassed since the driver had a girl with him, but it was dark, and they couldn't see us. And since he had some loud music on the radio, they couldn't hear anything. By the time I got home, she had been sucking my cock for a good 15 minutes. I kept her from getting into it too much since I didn't want to cum in the back seat with them in the front seat.
We got to my place, hopped out, and headed into the house for my keys. Once we were inside, she dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock again--she was needing a cock in her. I grabbed her, headed for the bedroom and had her naked and my cock in her mouth again. She needed fucked so I pounded her tight little pussy and we both got off quickly. Before I started to cum, she told me she wanted me to cum in her mouth and I greedily obliged. She got a huge mouthful and swallowed every drop. As a matter of fact, she tried getting my cock hard again, but it was too sensitive, and I had to pull her off it.
We hopped in the car and headed back to the party, but halfway there, she went down on me again and within seconds, I had another roaring hardon. I stopped on a side road, got her into the back seat, put her on her hands and knees and pounded her pussy from behind but decided to experiment more. So, I spit on my fingers and inserted them into her ass. Once I realized she was into it, I started fucking her tight, beautiful ass. Although I expected her to object at first, she helped me guide my cock into her tight ass and began rocking back against me to get my cock in deeper and began fucking me back. It didn't take long for me to empty a load into her ass. This was the start of my relationship with her. She was one horny, little, cock worshiper.
Although we weren't actually dating, I fucked her or got a blowjob from her every time I saw her out and about. A couple of times, she was with another guy but she would just leave him and hop in the car with me. The other guy was a dumbass I had known from school, but their relationship was not serious, so I was happy to oblige. A few times, while at her cousins, I nailed her and really enjoyed fucking her on a bed instead of a backseat. She fucked at the drop of a hat and always asked me to cum in her mouth or on her face instead of letting me pump it into her pussy. I dig a woman who knows what she likes and happily obliged, as usual.
After winter set in, I saw very little of her and ended up moving out of town for work. Several years later I heard she had gotten married to the dumbass I used to see her with. So, when I was back in town, she had apparently been domesticated and was nowhere to be seen. Although I hadn't forgotten her, I moved on and had another relationship.
A few more years later, a business acquaintance I knew approached me about an opportunity to buy into a busy bar with a small pool-hall. He said the current owner had purchased it and had no clue what he was doing, had never operated a business before, and was on the verge of losing it if he didn't find someone to help on the business side of things. The buy-in was not too bad so I agreed to speak to the owner. Oddly enough, of all people, the owner was Cheri's dumbass husband. I had recently been divorced and decided this was a good opportunity for a new start.
He and I ran the business for nearly two years, and she worked for us in the office and bartended when we needed her. And although she quietly flirted with me, and I watched her leave with other guys for a few hours knowing she was probably fucking them, she and I kept our distance and remained quasi-professional.
Then one evening after closing, I walked into the office and caught him choking her nearly unconscious. I have no patience for such bullshit and had heard rumors that he mistreated her and beat her. I had seen her with a cast on her arm a few years back, black eyes at other times, and wondered if it was him. I grabbed him by the throat and held him against the wall. I wanted to beat his ass thoroughly but just slapped the shit out of him. He had been drinking in the office and got mean when he was drinking. He didn't dare try to fight me since I had a known reputation for handling myself and dealing with punks like him, so he screamed at her and left for home leaving her there with me.
Our business was in between two different towns where we lived, so it was about a 30-mile drive to work from opposite directions for each of us. Once he left, she came to me crying and apologized for the mess. We sat down and had a few beers, and she began telling me the truth about the beatings, regular strangulations, and general abuse & mistreatment that went well beyond anything I could have guessed. This outraged me greatly, and I wanted to deal with him that night, but she was terrified that it would just cause her more trouble and abuse. So, I assured her I wouldn't pursue it that night but if it happened again, I'd deal with the cowardly woman-beater in a way he would never forget.
I was getting ready to lock up and head home so I asked her where her car was, but she said she had ridden to work with him. I told her I'd wait there with her until he came back to get her. She called him and he told her to get her own fucking ride and hung up which put us both in a hell of a bind. He was drunk at this point and was getting mean which scared her.
She said I could leave, and she'd spend the night there in the office. I refused to leave her stranded like that, so I told her I'd spend the night on a sleeping-mat I kept there for that purpose, spread it out in the bar, and watch some TV. There were some blankets and a sleeping bag that were kept there so she could sleep on the couch in the office, and I'd stay in the bar. After a few hours, we headed off to sleep in our separate areas. But I thought about hitting on her to see if I could take advantage of the situation and get laid but nixed it since the entire situation was just too volatile.
However; about 1:00 in the morning, I woke with Cheri sliding under the blankets with me. She was nude and needing some attention. So, without hesitation, I went down on her and ate her pussy before fucking her long and hard, then feeding her my load. It was a wonderful experience and something we both needed. The next morning, I drove her home. On the way there, she gave me a great blowjob in the car. As I came heavily in her mouth she moaned loudly and greedily swallowed every drop. She later told me she had an orgasm while I was cumming in her mouth.
When I got her home, I walked into the house with her. The dumbass was sleeping on the couch with beer cans and a bourbon bottle on the floor and the TV still on. She left to shower, and I woke his drunken ass up. I told him to never put her or I in that situation again and if I heard of him hurting here, I'd deal with him directly and harshly. I had a reputation for being able to handle myself and he was a lowly, cowardly, woman-beater who clearly understood he was screwed if he even tried yelling at her again.
She ended up leaving him the following Spring, I sold my shares of the business, and Cheri and I have been together since then.
Cheri was in her late 20s and I near 30 when we got together. Our sex life was very active, experimental, and glorious. I learned that she loved being sexually dominated and was abnormally submissive. I was cool with that although I had never been with someone like that in a long-term relationship and was a bit confused about it... but I learned quickly.
When I asked her about her sexual past, which I knew a little about from many years ago, she was happy to share a ton of incredible stories that she was neither embarrassed by nor ashamed about. Since I knew about a lot of them already, I wasn't made jealous by them, and to be quite honest, not sure we were actually in love. It seemed more like a relationship of convenience at the time.