Sherrie

by J Sherrie was a girl I knew in high school. She had long blonde hair and a great looking body. We were good friends, we talked about everything, boys, sex, and then one day as we were walking home from school, we started talking about masturbation.We were getting turned on and she ask me if I wanted to come over to her house because her parents were both working. I said yes. When we got there, Sherrie took me to her bedroom. "I'm really horny," she said. And started taking her dress off. We were both 15 and a bit shy but we managed to both get undressed. Sherrie laid across her single bed and begin to explore her body. She touched her nipples and then her pussy. I could see it was wet, she began to finger her clit. I started rubbing myself right there standing in front her. We both just watched each other. My knees grew weak and I found myself spreading my legs further and further. It felt so good, I thought I was gonna die. I moved to the bed and laid down beside her. I could smell her warm pussy scent as it drifted in the humid air, and felt my clit surge with the need to cum. We masturbated side by side for several minutes. "Damn it feels so good!!" she yelled out. I laughed. She took her time, building the excitement up. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and began to breath heavily as the moment of orgasm came closer. "Gonna cum!!" she said and then she half-grunted, half-moaned as her hips convulsed and her body shuddered. The sight of another girl having an orgasm was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I masturbated furiously. Then I felt Sherries hand on my body. She caressed my belly and cupped my breasts. I exploded. Powerful sensations surged from my pussy and flowed throughout my body. I rubbed my pussy faster than I ever had before. Each pulse seemed to get stronger and I felt my pussy spasm as if it took on a life of its own. It kept clenching and clenching and wave upon wave kept coming. Finally the sensations started to subside. Sherrie leaned over and kissed me. After that day, Sherrie and I became almost inseparable. Two or three times a week would find us going to her house after school. Of course our parents thought we were studying. We would go to Sherrie's bedroom and undress each other very slowly. Lots of touching and kissing. Then we would lay across her bed and begin to caress each other. Sherrie always liked to cum last, so eventually her hands would begin to feel me up with more intensity. I didn't mind that she liked me to orgasm first. I was always ready. Her hands would move over my body ever so lightly, like a feather, tantalizing my every nerve. She would kiss me and my breasts, suck the hardened nipples into her mouth and use her tongue and teeth on them. I wanted to scream, it felt so good. When her hand would finally move down my belly ever so softly, my body would be twitching with anticipation. She would begin to masturbate me expertly, spending lots of time on my clit. I would almost die from the pleasure. Soon I would beg for release. Sherrie would kiss me deeply and then increase the intensely to just the right pressure and rhythm. I would cum!! Wave after wave of pleasure would ripple through me. Just as I would think it was subsiding another wave of even more intense pleasure would take over. Sometimes I would have as many as five orgasm before they stopped. I didn't know for several years that what I experienced were called multiple orgasms and not every woman was capable of having them. My hand would move over Sherrie's soft body, cupping her small breasts. They were a bit more developed than mine. My thumb would tease the erect nipples and Sherrie would moan. Then my hand would move down to her pussy. She had a small patch of pubic hair, or fuzz just above her slit. I would cup her pussy gently and let my middle finger push into the wet slit. My finger would slide up and down the slit, feeling her hard clit at the very top. Then I would begin to move my finger around and around her clit, straying occasionally to her pussy hole and inserting my finger into her body slightly. As I masturbated her gently, I would kiss her nipples and move my tongue around them, feeling their hardness and her reactions to my attentions. Her breathing would become ragged and I knew she was close to orgasm. As her orgasm would rise, I would move my finger faster and faster. Harder and harder. She would began to explode with an eruption of juices and I would feel the spasms inside her pussy. She would draw a large breath and hold it, then her whole body would begin to spasm and jerk. When she did let out her breath it was to moan and cry in total ecstasy. I never grew tired of watching her orgasm.