A New Path

Part four

Sheri had been correct in her assessment of the evening. Chris kept her awake until 4 am, when he allowed her to shower, and leave. The second bout of anal sex was not as painful as the first, or as emotionally traumatic. Her ass, already sore from the earlier invasion, relaxed much more quickly, and Chris even changed positions, putting her on top, and allowing Sheri to lower herself onto him at whatever speed her body needed. The only down side was that as Chris had already cum once, he took a lot longer to reach orgasm, so Sheri's poor asshole was very tender and inflamed. She drove home in a semi-dazed state, and collapsed in her bed at 5 am, with her hair still wet, and wearing her schoolgirl clothes from the night before.

At 8 am, Sheri's mother, Denise, knocked on her door, and called in. “Sheri, get moving honey! I want to be out the door in one hour.” Sheri looked up at her clock with one squinted eye, and groaned. Reluctantly, she crawled out of bed and stumbled towards her bathroom. One of the many concessions her father had made to his teenage daughter was the private bathroom. Herb had knocked out a wall between the bedroom Sheri had occupied since age 5 and an adjoining, smaller guest room, and in doing so, both enlarged Sheri's living space, and allowed for a private bathroom. As pleased as Sheri was about this, her parents were more pleased, as they didn't have to plan their needs around a pretty girl fluffing herself for hours at a time. The last benefit was in having her own external door. This was monitored closely by her father until Sheri's 18 th birthday, but now, allowed her to come and go as she pleased, without waking the family if it was late. Staring at herself, briefly, in the bathroom mirror before undressing, Sheri was more thankful than ever for her own entrance. ‘God, if Mom or Dad had seen me like this last night, they'd have shit! I look like a whore!' As she undressed, that last thought was weighing heavily on her mind. She loved the new found sense of eroticism, and the thrill of doing what was forbidden, but still heard her mother's voice in her head, calling girls a whore for any misdeed, real or perceived. She wanted to please her mother, live up to her expectations, but also needed to get out and find her own way. Showering, some of these cares seemed to wash away with in the steady flow of hot water. Sheri closed her eyes, and let her hand wander down to her shaved snatch. She rubbed her clit slowly, gently, and was surprised at how rapidly it became swollen. She thought about Chris' touch, his smell, his voice on the back of her neck as his cock slid in and out of her clenching anus. He breathing became ragged, and she started to shake, and then quickly, had a mind-blowing orgasm. Sheri's knees got so weak that she had to sit on the floor of the shower. As she dried off, and began dressing, Sheri smiled a small, sly smile that told her she was ok. Looking at her tired, grinning reflection in the steamy mirror, she thought to herself, ‘nothing that makes me feel this good, this satisfied could possibly be wrong.'

Shopping was uneventful most of the day. Her mother dragged Sheri in and out of a dozen stores, making small talk about friends and family. They passed a Victoria's Secret, and Sheri stopped, and said “Mom, let's go in and look around.” Her mother looked around, as if someone was watching them, and said “Absolutely not! Only sluts would dress that way Sheri, what is the matter with you?” Sheri hung her head a bit, and almost let it drop, but when her mother started to walk away, Sheri swallowed hard, and said “No.” Her mother looked back, and asked, “No what?” ‘Why am I making a big deal out of this?' Sheri asked herself, but she was committed now, and felt it was important to make a point. “Just because a woman wants to look pretty, or attractive for someone, that doesn't make her a slut Mom.” Denise looked around, clearly embarrassed by this exchange, but Sheri pressed on. “I mean, haven't you ever tried to look pretty for Dad?” Sheri's mom, blushing horribly, pulled her along by the arm, and hissed through clenched teeth. “Heavens no, if I did, he would want sex. God knows he wants that enough as it is.” Sheri looked at her mother, and asked in a quite voice, “What if you want that, wouldn't you dress that way to let him know?” Her mother, voice cold and harsh ended the conversation by looking at her daughter, and answering “I don't EVER want sex, it is something I do for my husband because he expects it of me, but I honestly could care less if he ever asked again. I have you, and that, in my opinion, was the only reason to have sex. Now drop it this instant.” Sheri was a little shocked, but not terribly surprised. These occasional candid moments only served to further illustrate how little her Sheri and her mother had in common.

After their awkward exchange, the shopping went by in tense silence. Very little communication took place, and even eating lunch in the food court, both women seemed distracted, and spent the meal staring at their plates. On their way out, Denise said to Sheri, “Let's stop at Sears, I need to pick up something for your father.” Sheri nodded, and allowed herself to be led through the store, as her thoughts wandered to Chris, and the instructions he had left for her. Her mother stopped suddenly, and said, “Your father needs a new belt, help me pick one out for him.” Sheri looked around, there were 3 different racks, all containing belts of various sizes, thickness, and color. As Sheri touched them, the smell and texture of the leather was pleasing to her senses. She could almost imagine the way a particular belt would feel on her ass cheeks, it's weight, stiffness or softness of the leather, all these things aroused her greatly, and Sheri began to be aware of a growing dampness between her thighs. She was caressing a belt, and smiling dreamily, when a salesman interrupted her fantasizing. She blushed horribly, shook off his efforts to assist her, and picked out a belt for her father. The salesman gave her a small wink and a smile as her mother was paying for the belt.

Saturday night, Sheri headed up to the adult toy store. It was a brightly lit place advertising games, lingerie, costumes, novelties, and toys for all types. Sheri was nervous as she arrived in the parking lot. There were many cars there, and Sheri had been hoping the place would be deserted. Gathering her courage, she walked inside. A clerk said ‘hello' as she walked through the door, and Sheri muttered a reply. “Can I help you with anything?” he asked. “Just looking.” Sheri relied quickly, brushing past the counter, and heading for the center of the store. She saw the section of wall that had dildos and vibrators on it, and stood there for a minute with her mouth open. There were hundreds of them to choose from. It seemed they came in about every conceivable color, shape, and style. Sheri saw a few so small, that she sniggered, and wondered, ‘What's the point? Might as well use a finger.' Then, just as surprising, were a few as big as her own wrist and forearm. ‘Oh my God!' she thought ‘who the hell uses one THAT size?' Shuddering, she looked for a dildo that would meet Chris' requirements. She saw a promising candidate, and picked it up. It appeared to be a similar size and shape to Chris' penis, but it was hard to tell through the plastic wrapping. She tried to grasp it in her hand for size comparison, and looked up, realizing she was being watched. A man in his late 40's, with a magazine under his arm was smiling at her, and asked, “How's it going?” Sheri didn't answer, and turned away quickly, almost running into a display rack in her haste, and headed for the counter. Paying for the item without further incident, a very flustered, embarrassed Sheri drove quickly away from her first venture to an adult toy store.

Back at home that evening, Sheri wanted very badly to get her new toy out of the package and examine it, but realized that Chris had not given her any instructions to cover this. Being unsure of what to do next, she decided to present him with the toy in it's original packaging. ‘Oh well, guess I'll have to get off the usual way tonight.' Sheri thought as she stripped down for bed. ‘This must be affecting me more than I thought' she mused as her hands moved between her thighs ‘because I have NEVER needed to masturbate this often.' Sighing deeply, she started lightly rubbing her clit, then sliding down further to push her finger in and out of her rapidly moistening cunt. Now working seriously to reach a climax, Sheri worked her clit in earnest. She frowned a bit as he first orgasm hit her. Despite her obviously aroused state and her need for release, the orgasm wasn't as powerful or satisfying as she had been expecting. Feeling her body relax form the first one, Sheri worked to orgasm again, seeking a stronger release, but found it difficult to even get close to cumming. ‘Damn, what is wrong with me tonight?' she thought, irritated by her body's mixed messages of need and unwillingness to let go. On impulse, Sheri sucked the middle finger of her left hand to get it wet, and reached under her thigh to insert it in her anus. Massaging that delicate, still tender bud, Sheri's body instantly responded to the light pressure, and her nipples became harder than ever. Encouraged by this, and liking the sensation, she inserted her finger gently until it was buried completely in her asshole. Sheri moved it around, finding a comfortable angle, and found that with a light upward pressure, combined with clitoral stimulation, her body was more than ready to let it go. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, and Sheri felt that familiar tingle moving through her. As she approached orgasm, the feeling took a few seconds longer than usual to release, and she thought she was going to explode, so great was the tension. Body rigid, Sheri felt like she was stuck in that moment before orgasm, and wanted soooo badly to cum. Then her head exploded. The orgasm came on like a tidal wave, slamming her with wave after wave of pleasure, head jerking from side to side as she bit into her lip to avoid crying out loudly. Finally, it passed, but like an earthquake, Sheri kept feeling little aftershocks that made her spasm and twitch as they played across her nerve endings. Totally spent, Sheri lay there gasping for breath, and grinned as she thought about Chris' touch, and what he would ask of her during their next encounter. Smiling dreamily, with fluid leaking slowly from her pussy, Sheri fell into a deep sleep.