Cheri was a girl from a good upbringing. Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mike were not her real parents, but she had been raised by them since she was 8 years old and called them "mom" and "dad". They were two very loving people, strong in their faith and love for their religion. The type of people who gave freely of themselves, going out of their way to help those less fortunate. The fact that they weren't her parents and yet took her in as part of their family... this very personal display of their giving spirt had touch Cheri very deeply.
That's how Cheri had been raised. It was this example that they had set for Cheri that she tried so hard to emulate. The problem was that this character feature had somehow manifested itself differently in her. She loved helping others, but not in quite the same way as her mom and dad. It was an unusual spirit of giving that Cheri had developed, but one that brought her great happiness as well as those around her.
When she had moved away from home to go to college at barely 18 years old, one of her first priorities was to join a local church. She found one. In Los Angeles, the size of the church was much larger than the one she had attended back home in the Midwest. She quickly made many friends and got involved with lots of different activities.
She loved the charitable spirit she felt deep within herself as she gave everything to helping others. When someone was suffering and she was able to relieve that suffering, she would do whatever it took. She was eager to do all she could to bring some happiness back to their lives. Yes, she really saw herself as a person interested so much in helping her fellow man.
And at this very moment, Tom felt much the same way about her as she felt about herself. This was a girl who really was willing to give everything, and that is what Cheri had done. She had held nothing back. Not even her tight little teenage ass into which he had plunged his rock hard cock. She didn't even resist or struggle even though he could hear from her little squeals that it was a little painful as he stretched her open. No, she had willingly given herself to him. Tom thought about how not many girls, especially not many as good looking as Cheri, are willing to give themselves over like this for a man to use as he pleased. He agreed that she had found her calling in life.
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Earlier that day, Tom had called a friend of his at the church to complain how his wife had once again gone off shopping with her girlfriend. "It seems she's never here on the weekends," he complained. "It's getting very frustrating... if you know what I mean."
In what seemed like a change of subject his friend suddenly asked him if he knew that cute girl who had just joined the church named Cheri. He had told Tom that this girl could do wonders for a man with a problem. "I was also having some problems with my wife, just like you. She really knew how to help," he had said to Tom. "Don't ask anymore questions," he had urged him. "Just call her."
Tom thought about it for a little while, then he did call her although he had barely spoken to her before. They talked for a while, then Cheri said to him, "You sound a little unhappy, Mr. Lewis. Is everything OK with you? Is there something I can do?"
Tom paused for a moment, then told her that he had heard from his friend that she had helped him out not long ago. Cheri replied, "Oh, I see. That's true. I don't mind helping someone having a problem. Are you having a problem, Mr. Lewis" Then, after a very short pause, "Wait, it's much better if we talk about it in person. I'll come over? What's your address?"
An hour later, she was at his door then sitting on his couch. After a little small talk, Cheri asked him, "So, what's the matter? Are you having some kind of problems?"
Tom, felt awkward and didn't know where to start. It almost seemed crazy to think that this girl, young enough to be his daughter, could somehow help out in this problem he was having.
Cheri saw him struggling, so she helped him along. "Is it your wife, Mr. Lewis?" she asked. "That's what problem your friend was having," she went on then slid over a little closer to him. In a softer voice, she went on. "Doesn't she take care of you... you know... sexually..."
Tom's eyes widened at that. He was surprised, but with barely a pause he answered her question. "Well, we do have sex... sometimes," he said to her.
"Is it fun for you?" she asked him, a bright smile on her face.
Again, Tom felt very strange sharing this kind of private information with this young girl, but he had gone this far so he decided to see where it was all going. "It's pretty good, but to tell the truth, she won't do it any way except the missionary position," he had told her. "She thinks it's dirty to do it other ways."
Cheri's face showed that she had full sympathy for him. This poor man! Why do so many women deny their husbands what they want and need? "You mean, she never sucks your cock, Mr. Lewis?" she asked him.
Now, Tom was dumbfounded. "No. Not ever," he said with a little laugh. The idea was inconceivable.
Cheri reached out and took his hand, stroking it in hers. "That isn't fair to you, Mr. Lewis," she said. "Do you want her to do that? Do you want her to suck your cock for you?"
Tom's breathing was getting rougher as his blood immediately began to pulse faster through his body as it responded to her touch. This sexy girl next to him was really starting to get to him and he didn't know what she... or he... might do next. He finally replied, "Yes. I would like her to do that, but there's no way. She never would."
