The Amorous Adventures of Sherri
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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Some women will do anything to get in the movies! Sherri never meant to be part of the adult sex industry. But she discovered she liked sex and money, and then she met some men who showed her how much she could make starring in movies for very adult audiences. Some of the things she was asked to do, Sherri didn't like. But she needed the money, so she did them anyway. But others, she would have done for free! And there was one young man she would have paid do! A hot behind-the-scenes story of the erotic video industry as it was--and still is! Uncensores and uninhibited!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [184 KB]
Reading time: 106-149 min.
When first we see me, if it's worth looking at all, I am a hazy blank, a nothing at all. Later, I suppose, I will grow a goatish-looking goatee that will always have a goatish smell about it too, but that's later in my life, so stand by.
Right now youth is the thing, and living here in Hollywood I spend most of my time trying to give the world what it wants. So it wants youth, and I just happen to be lucky to still possess it. Oh, I'd like to grow my blond hair down to my shoulders, part it in the middle, practice that "religious gleam" in the eyes routine, but then I'd be like all the other characters strolling up and down Sunset Boulevard.
I'll do my thing later, but...
Right now I am nothing at all. So, if you will, come stare at a most terrifyingly ordinary (but young!) guy.
I'm pretty well built and pretty well hung, and up until now that's about all I been getting by on.
If you can call it getting by.
Now you take old Hazel Horton. (I called her Hazel Hard-on, when I wasn't calling her Old Star, which is what everybody called her. She was once pretty big in the movies, now the only place she was pretty big was around the waistline.) Yes, take Hazel Horton. Please, somebody should!
I can only take her when the heels of my shoes are down and the loot is damned low. Then she's always good for a place to sleep, a really good batch of food (she loves to cook) and a few quiet evenings in front of her TV, while I try to get my health back after banging around town alley-catting. She's about fifty-five, has metal-rimmed glasses and bad breath.
"Oh dear. TV Guide says tonight's movie is one of those silly Martin and Lewis things. Pity. I had hoped for a Richard Burton or James Mason. Either would do, they always leave me refreshed."
"Hugh? Oh yeah, Martin and Lewis." Wild conversation, eh? Shit. You see, I wasn't listening to Old Star, I seldom do. I knew the routine well. After the movie, she'd turn off the TV set, go upstairs to her bedroom and ten minutes later she would emerge all in white, a wedding dress that must have been a hundred years old and a thing on her head that looked like something the Good Witch wore in The Wizard of Oz. Then she'd turn on the tape recorder and out would come this ceremonious voice that would perform the wedding ceremony.
You read right, the wedding ceremony. I don't know why, but that is the only way the old bag could get turned on. So I'd have to put a dark jacket on (she kept it hanging in the hall closet) and play young Mr. Bridegroom, while the tape recorder droned on: "Do you take Hazel to be..." and Old Star would stand there, looking angelic and virginlike, reliving another time in her life. Then she would pour us each a sip of champagne before we mounted the stairs, arm in arm, for our nightly toss in the hay.
Well, that's what she was paying for, and I was supposed to be an actor-of-sorts, and this is what the script called for. On nights when my financial situation forced me to play "the lead" in Hazel's private little production, I really had to talk myself out of throwing up.
But such is life.
"I think there's a Bette Davis movie on, too," I finally managed, bringing my mind back to the present.
"I never watch her," Old Star said crisply. "Not a fine actress, like they say. She makes me nervous." And then Old Star burped.
Her apartment still retained its garlicky dinner aroma and I was being my young-stud self, still thinking about that miniskirt that bent itself over on Wilshire Boulevard that afternoon. But there was nothing in Old Star's apartment to encourage a replay of the warm sensation, and so my blood sighed back to sleep with a few last throbs of complaint.
No. I couldn't go through that ordeal one more night, twenty-dollar bill or no. So I stood up and said, "I have to beg off tonight, anyway, Hazel. Got a rehearsal to do ... you know, for that showcase bit we're putting on."
"Oh?" and her wrinkled face saddened. "I was so looking forward to this evening. Really, each time you come, you stay fewer and fewer days. You just got here Tuesday and ... Haven't I been good to you? Do you need more money? Can you come back after rehearsal? You know how lonely I am..."
"I'll try." But I knew I wouldn't. Maybe I'd never come back again. She laid her hands (jewelry on every finger, ugh!) on my chest.
"My big, strong boy. And so young and smart too. You'll go far, Cary, you will..."
You bet your tutu! Far away from that living room. I don't mind renting myself out as a male prostitute when the times are running rough, but ... well, this had been too much, that's all.
I looked back into the room as I left, absolutely guaranteeing myself that I would totally forget the velour chair, the sleeping dog, the burping old bag. In that room I always felt as though I was nothing. But just wait. Ho! Just you wait.
Out in the street there seemed to be an air of emergency to the night traffic. Above my head, the intransigence of Old Star's sky-scraping apartment building. Sights and sounds. I was alive again! Now, I said to myself, now for Sherri. I smiled.
I pulled my Volkswagen up in front of Sherri's apartment house. Already late, I tore up the steps, through the entrance, and down the long, dimly lit hallway. I knocked on her door, out of breath. Sherri, looking up into my eyes,' greeted me with an uneasy smile. Her green eyes traveled up and down my six-foot-three frame, gazing intently at the big bulge in my jeans.
"Hi, Cary, I've been waiting," she welcomed me, her voice wavering with uncertainty. I walked past her into the little room. I noticed a tall, homely girl sitting on the couch staring at me suspiciously, her arms folded tightly across her huge bosom. "Gary, you remember Jodi, my roommate," Sherri said, closing the door. "I think you met her at class. Jodi's not interested in acting, but she loves the work backstage. Maybe it's because she's got it all to herself-too many stars out front," she laughed.
"Yeah, sure, hello there." I tried to sound friendly, as Jodi gave me a sour half smile in return.
"Thanks for coming over to rehearse with me," Sherri chattered on. "I'm kind of anxious to get this scene down pat. This production we're in is going to be a real showcase, and we've got to be the best skit of the night. But, oh, honey, do all the other gals hate me, because we were paired together!" She looked toward Jodi. "Don't you think he's the sexiest thing we've ever had in class?"
I laughed a little embarrassed, running my hands through my thick blond hair.
"Really," Jodi commented coolly.
"Sit down." Sherri gestured to me as she picked up a script from the coffee table. I plopped down on the couch next to Jodi, who was sitting primly in one corner. "You can't imagine how much Jodi has been helping me memorize this scene for class next week. She's been doing the man's part."
"No shit?" I smirked, glancing over at Jodi.
"Just reading, kiddo!" she snapped.
"Cary, we've just got to be perfect, because Mr. Oxman said there were going to be so many important people coming. This is his yearly private showcase and he sends invitations out to everybody who is anybody in the business. Isn't it exciting?"
"Yeah, sure." I shrugged my shoulders, leaning back and spreading my long legs.
Sherri looked down at my colossal endowment, her cheeks blushing. "They'd have to be blind to miss your beautiful face, sweetheart, so you've got it made, I'd say."
Smiling, she leaned over, and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Well, I think I'd better go now." Jodi stood up and went to the door. "I'll be up on the fourth floor with Mrs. Updike. There's a good Bette Davis movie on TV tonight."
"Yeah, you don't want to miss that," I remarked dryly, hugging Sherri.
Jodi looked at me with open hostility. "Call me if you need any help, Sherri. You know her number," she said coldly as she slammed the door behind her.
"What are you hanging around that neuter for?" I sneered.
She laughed. "What's a neuter?"
I smiled. "Forget it. Let's get with it on our scene, huh? I really haven't had much time to memorize it."
"Oh, that's all right. Besides, it's much better if you're fresh than if you're too involved. Just watch me, Cary, and I'll show you everything," she bragged.
"Don't worry, luscious, I never miss a trick," I winked, taking in her full breasts, swaying freely under her loose blouse.
She laughed uneasily as she pulled away and sat down next to me. "We've got a hell of a lot of work to do on this, but I'll make it come out perfect."
"It's so good to work next to a professional," I teased, putting my arm around her and hugging her close.
She half grinned, nervously pointing to the script. "Let's see, here is where our skit begins. Miles and Bernice are in bed, nude," she giggled, "and they're about to seduce one another. But she's scared because it's really her first time, and--"
"What the hell is she scared about?" I interrupted, pressing my leg against hers.
She looked down at the heavy swell in my jeans. "Be serious! She digs this guy, but she doesn't want him to know she's a virgin."
"Are you kidding? Man, she doesn't know what a wild trip she's missing! And it only happens once, you know."
"Anyway," she sighed, "you get the picture and it's our job to make it seem real to the audience out there."
"Yeah, well, it's going to be harder for them to believe it, babe, because I can't even begin to believe this scene myself. We're sitting here, both dressed, on an old couch, pretending to be nude. Who's kidding who?"
"What do you expect us to do? Take our clothes off and practice in my bed-?" Sherri caught herself short and laughed.
I smiled back.
"Gary, don't get any stupid ideas now. I'm an actress first and a woman later! It doesn't make any difference to you, because you're just at the school to meet girls and get into their pants. Naturally, you couldn't begin to understand what this once-a-year theatrical presentation means. But some of us are serious, and every little showcase performance is a matter of life or death! Our skit is the only nude act in the whole program lineup, and I'm giving my heart and soul to this scene!"
Her soul was the last thing I was thinking of as I pushed my hand up her flimsy blouse, squeezing and pressing one full mound.
"Cary!" Sherri flinched, pushing my hand away, embarrassed.
"Aw, come on, Sherri, why do you care so much about that funky acting school? We're only students, you know. Besides, you're not like that bunch of neurotic punks wasting their time taking acting lessons a couple nights a week, pretending they're going to make it to movie stardom someday. What a farce! They're barely producing any films lately and even the old pros are getting left out today."
"Who cares about those old antique broads?" Sherri said. "They've had their chance. But I'm young, eager, and living right here where all the major TV, commercials, and movies are made, and Mr. Oxman's drama academy is my first step toward stardom! Now come on, 'Miles', we're wasting a lot of time playing footsie. Please, don't spoil it!" I sighed. "Okay, Sarah Bernhardt, what's next?"
She smiled happily and patted my knee. "Now, I'm supposed to be sitting up in bed with my arms folded across my chest-like so."
I shook my head. "Why hide all the talent?"
She frowned. "Cary!"
"But they're so young and beautiful," I teased, licking my lips.
"Come on, Don Juan, try real hard to concentrate and read your part."
Reluctantly, I picked up the script with one hand. "Hmmmm, let's see. Miles says, 'The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a real swinger.'"
Endeavoring to act in character, Sherri blinked her green eyes innocently and replied in a little girl's voice, "I only talked that way around you, because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted to be with you the first time."
I was all wrapped up in admiring Sherri's smooth, creamy legs, when I felt her elbow in my ribs, "What? Oh, yeah, let's see. What do you mean, the first time? Who's getting seconds?"
Sherri closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, still emoting. "You don't understand, do you?"
"Uh..." I looked back at the script and read, "I'm not a mind reader, sweetheart. This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quite messing around, huh?"
Sherri looked up at me suddenly. "You're supposed to throw your hands up in disgust here."
"I am disgusted, believe me," I replied. "I'm sorry, beautiful, but I can't get in the mood for this scene with our clothes on. Besides it's too hot in this little room."
"How can you be hot with just a T-shirt on?"
I stood up, trying to look irritated. "Look, I'm in this business to make money. Mr. Ox-man says I've got everything going for me physically, and that's a good start in this town. You're the prettiest girl in the class, so naturally, he wants the whole showcase to revolve around us."
"Did he really say that?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure," I lied. "But I wasn't supposed to tell you. Besides, everything is nude now, so all those producers want to see beautiful nudes--doesn't that make sense? I'm sorry, but I better do the part with that other girl. Doing this scene in our clothes on this dilapidated old couch won't work. I'll never be able to stop ogling your gorgeous tits when we get on that stage. Forget it, babe," I finished, getting up to walk to the door.
She grabbed my arm. "Wait a minute, Cary. I'm a little nervous, I guess." She locked the door. "I don't want Jodi to pop in now," she apologized. She opened the closet and struggled to pull a wall bed down to the floor. "For art's sake, right?" she reminded me seriously. "What other girl did Mr. Oxman mention for my part?"
I smiled but didn't answer as I pulled off my boots and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Sherri jumped in bed with her clothes on. "I'm not getting my pants wrinkled up either," I remarked, unzipping the fly. Her eyes widened in disbelief as I slowly opened my jeans so she could see the mass of curly hair on my belly. As I pushed the fly all the way down, my enormous pride and joy bounced out. Kicking the jeans to one side, I piled into the bed beside her. "And quit acting like Miss Virgin and take off your shreds-or I'm getting out of here right now!" I threatened, with mock severity.
Sherri looked up at me, speechless, and slowly got out of bed. I smiled to myself and watched her greedily as she turned her back to me and unzipped her miniskirt, dropping it to the floor. Next went her flimsy underpants, revealing her shapely, creamy buttocks. My eyes devoured her slender, velvety legs as she kicked her shoes to one side. Turning toward me, she unbuttoned her blouse and her fleshy tits swayed back and forth loosely in front of her. She tried to cover her bouncing orbs with one hand and at the same time, hold the script between her legs.
"If Jodi ever caught me, I'd die!" she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes downcast as she walked back and climbed into bed beside me, pulling the covers up to our waists. "Satisfied, Cary?"
I nodded, putting my arm around her soft shoulder and pressing my hairy leg against her warm skin. "You're a real pro, honey, and you'll make it!"
"Just remember, all those directors and agents at the private showcase will be looking at you, Venus. I'm just your backdrop." I winked, picking up the script with one hand and pretending to get down to serious business. "We better start at the beginning. Uh, let's see, Miles says, The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a real swinger."
Sherri stammered, conscious of my eyes staring down at her round boobs and my muscular leg moving slowly up and down her leg. "I only talked that way around you because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted it to be with you the first time."
I pushed her long, silky brunette hair back off her shoulder and kissed her warmly on the neck. She squirmed. I looked casually back at the script, reading without emotion. "What do you mean, the first time? Who's getting seconds?" I wiggled my wet tongue in her ear.
She flinched and tried to continue in a matter-of-fact tone, "You don't understand, do you?"
Casually moving my arm down her back, I slipped my hand around her tiny waist. I looked back at the script as I wrapped my leg completely around her tense one, nonchalantly. "Uh ... I'm not a mind reader, sweetheart. This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quit messing around, huh?" I moved my hand up and touched the bottom of one soft breast with my fingertips. Then, lifting my leg up, I turned my body slightly sideways, letting my one-eyed devil fall limply against her quivering leg.
She gulped, really nervous now and breathing a lot faster. She turned her face to mine, and her arms dropped to her sides, uncovering her round white bosom.
"Oh, baby," I smiled, throwing the script on one side. I took my arm from around her back, sat up, and grabbed her tits in my hands. "Neat-o!" I whispered, bending down and sucking noisily on one pink nipple as my hands squeezed and teased those beautiful mounds. Wiggling my tongue from one firm nipple to the other, I swallowed all of the tit I could. She gasped.
After a couple of minutes, I pressed the soft flesh together and ran my hot tongue wildly from one wet nipple to the other. Not interrupting my movements, I maneuvered my body so my knees were between her legs. Kissing, nipping, and tonguing the delicious red buttons, I pushed my face alternately deep into each trembling globe, leaving them moist with my saliva.
"Oh, Cary, what a terrific feeling," she cried passionately, as her hands pulled my head even closer to her fullness.
I nipped more wildly, making little tooth marks all over.
"Don't be rough, please," she pleaded.
I let up and instead licked her rubbery nipples as I squashed both orbs together tightly. I had her all tuned up, now.
"Really, I'm freaking out! Don't ever stop!" she moaned. "This is the greatest!"
Changing my position, I stood up on the bed, moved from between her legs, and maneuvered my knees beneath her arms. "What's up?" she asked.
Ignoring her question, I grabbed hold of the bed frame for support. Her eyes widened, startled, as she gazed at my hardness looming enormously above her face. Carefully, I sat down and placed it between her breasts. They were still wet with my moisture. She turned her face to the side, frightened, as she focused on the large pink head of my erect one only inches from her mouth. Grabbing both of her warm breasts in my hands, I rubbed them up and down firmly against the sides of my dancing dong.
"Fantastic!" I winked. "What a combination -your soft titties and my nine-inch rod," I smiled, feeling the new sensation and closing my eyes in ecstasy.
"Nine inches!" I heard Sherri mutter.
I reached out and grabbed hold of the bed frame, sliding my hard hot penis across her soft boobs. Leaning forward, I pushed it against her lips. She twisted her head to the side, wincing.
I took a different tack. Moving back between her legs, I leaned forward and ran my hot tongue over her smooth, flat belly, into her perfect naval, then on down into the mesh of soft, curly brown hairs above her sexy pink-ness. Her body quivered. "Like a bed of roses," I remarked as I pressed my nose into the hair and inhaled deeply. "You don't know what a flawless jewel you have here, Venus. But you'll know what it's for when I get through with you," I promised as I moved my waggling tongue down between her white thighs.
"Oh, my God!" she sighed as I licked up and down avidly over the tender swelling slit. "You're wild, you know that?" she cried as I thrust my long tongue in and out of her moist box, kissing and sucking fervently. "What is this?" she choked as her fingers dug into my hair frantically. I pushed my face even deeper into the warm lips as I leeched her wetness away hungrily. "No!" she cried in passion as I spread her vagina apart with my fingers and first sucked hard on her clitoris, then tongued in and out, trying to force open her virgin passage.
Suddenly, the telephone rang.
Sherri cried, "Jodi!"
"So what?" I sneered, wiping my drooling mouth with one arm. "You're pretty tight, baby. You got any Vaseline or baby oil?"
She shook her head no.
"What about face cream? You gotta have that!"
She pointed toward the top of the chest of drawers, looking over at the telephone, which had finally stopped ringing. I jumped up and opened the top drawer, pulling out a jar. "Cary, I think you ought to know I've never..." she stopped shaking her head.
"You're kidding!" I grinned as I opened the jar and slapped a hunk of cream over my stiff, throbbing member. I put the jar down and walked over to the bed again. Her eyes stared at the massive tool, greased with cream and swaying sideways as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her trembling legs. "Now don't worry, Sherri, this is going to be real neat. Honestly, it's the simplest thing in the world. Every living creature does it, you know." I smiled as I directed the slippery head into her juiciness.
As I gently pushed in, Sherri groaned and closed her eyes. "Just relax, will you?" I whispered, as I leaned forward carefully, my hands underneath her armpits, and looked down at the full, round breasts, glistening and wet. I pushed the titillated fellow a little deeper. Her body stiffened. "You have the sweetest little box in the world, and it feels so great-warm and tight." I thrust once more. She groaned. "See, there isn't anything to it at all. I've already got the head inside. Sure, it hurts a little, but it feels so damn good, eh?" I shoved all the way this time.
"Cary!" she cried out, grabbing hold of my arms.
"It's in! What the hell are you worrying about?" I lowered myself gently onto her trembling body. "Your boobs feel so good against my hairy chest. So big and soft." I looked down at them bulging between our bodies. "Terrific, babe."
I took her head gently in my hands and kissed her sensuously on the lips. I slowly rotated my pelvis, pushing myself even deeper between her widespread legs. I shoved my tongue into her mouth as she moaned inside her throat. She relaxed a little and her arms pulled me tightly to her hot, perspiring body. I jammed harder now and moved my pelvis slowly from side to side. I felt her fingers dig into my knotted shoulders.
Sherri turned her face from mine, panting and gasping. "Oh, darling, I was so scared of this moment, and it's so out of sight! You've made it everything I've dreamed it would be!"
I moved my arms down and struggled to place my hands underneath her soft, round ass, pushing her pelvis toward me as I thrust wildly into her tight warmth. "Open your legs and let me in all the way, honey," I whispered, trembling and urgent. My feet felt the bottom frame of the bed and I pushed against it for leverage.
"God, you're killing me! Please!" she pleaded. I let my feet drop from the bed frame and slowly pulled my shaft partway from her tight cleft, then rammed the pulsating stiffness all the way in again, pumping her good this time, up and down.
"Why does it hurt so and still feel so damn good?" she asked, throwing her arms around my neck tightly and kissing me passionately.
I laughed to myself as I pulled my slippery pole out again slowly to the head and then plunged it back down deep into the bushy hairs for what seemed a divine eternity.
We drove against each other in pleasurable rapture as the bed rocked nosily. Pulling my hands out from beneath her warm body, I pushed them in between our bodies, cupping her trembling breasts firmly. Her tongue thrust down into my throat, and I sucked hungrily on it. My hands kneaded and squeezed her heaving tits as I bored excitedly into her fleshy pocket, pulling my pulsating pecker out to the base of its head slowly, then driving it deeper, over and over again.
"Oh, God, no, I think..." Sherri stammered as I felt her fingers clutching the hair on my head with a new urgency as she moaned down in her throat, her body convulsing and ecstatic. Then she came with complete surrender, her vaginal muscles squeezing my hard, fiery meat.
With utter abandon, I thrust savagely into the yielding tight tunnel as my hands went back down to her ass to shove her hard against me. In wild ecstasy, I jabbed and jabbed with all my strength until I could feel myself building toward that final urge to blast my warm gift into her gushing moisture. Pulling her mouth away from mine, Sherri groaned out loud as we writhed together in a delirium of lust.
"You got your rocks off, now it's my turn," I cried, grabbing hold of her legs and lifting them high. "This is too damn good, babe, and I want all nine inches in you!" I grasped her ankles for support and pushed my stiff rod deeper into the silken hairs, that final moment of passion coming fast now. Sherri sobbed loudly, her head twisting in a frenzy.
This time it was really too much! Clear from down inside me it started. The rapturous feeling spread through my legs and gut until it gushed uncontrollably up through my dong and out through the open mouth in a pulsating flood of sperm. "Here it comes! Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it!" I choked as I felt the hot blast jet into her over and over again. My body responded with whiplash writhings, involuntary and fantastic.
Finally, things let down. We were both gasping as I made one last shove and then relaxed. Panting heavily, I shakily let her legs down and withdrew my bird, still half hard and throbbing. Sherri lay limply underneath me as I sat back, trying to catch my breath again. "Baby, was that a fabulous lay! You're the best virgin I've had yet!" I muttered as I struggled to get off the bed. Hardly able to put on my T-shirt, I didn't even bother to clean up my crotch as I pulled on my jeans and stepped into my boots.
Just then, the telephone rang. Sherri still lay panting breathlessly, unable to move, her legs spread wide. Reluctantly, I picked up the telephone.
"Yeah, hello," I mumbled into the mouthpiece. It was Jodi. "Yeah, we just finished the reading, and she came off beautiful-just beautiful!"
I hung up the telephone.