1. Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 4)


    Date: 1/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Male/Teen Female, Romance, School, Young, Author: Muke Hunt Hz, Rating: 95.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Let’s go.” Cherry said, “Um, something came up that I had to take care of—I’m coming right now.” I leaned back and pushed my cock even harder inside of Cherry. My cock head pushed hard against her cervix, causing Cherry to gasp sharply before saying “ouch!” at the pressure. I heard her Mom ask, “What’d you do?” Cherry said, “Oh, nothing: I just got poked by something. I’m fine.” She placed her free hand on my stomach to steady herself as she rose up a fraction of an inch to relieve the pressure. She ground her hips back and forth on me. I had both feet and hands planted on the cement and I was in the ‘crab walk’ position while Cherry bounced on me like she was riding a trotting horse. Her Mom said, “Ok. Hurry up—I want to get home,” and ended the call as Cherry did the same before dropping the phone. I said, “Well, you didn’t lie to her: we were wrapping up; and you are coming right now!” Cherry said, “SHH. Don’t move…” She waited for a few moments and said, “There it is…” She was feeling my heartbeat again. Our orgasms were barely finished when she dismounted me; first sliding forward and then back over my cum-soaked cock. To my surprise, she pulled my goo covered shaft into her mouth and cleaned it off. Once it was clean she said, “MMM; salty and sweet! We taste great together!” Stunned, I said, “You are my QUEEN!” My boxers were soaked at the crotch and her pussy was in a similar state. Not having thought that part through, she was forced to resort to using her panties to ...
    wipe herself clean. But she couldn’t put the wet panties on under her uniform, so she gave them to me (she couldn’t take them home when they were soaked in bodily fluids). Cherry grabbed her sports bra and uniform top and started getting dressed. With my own pants back on, I found the remaining item of her uniform and held it until she was ready for it. Handing them to her I said, “Here’s your bloomers…” She looked at me like she couldn’t believe what I just said. While taking them from me she said, “Oh my god, you did not just call these ‘bloomers’.” I asked, “Isn’t that what they are called?” Cherry remarked, “Oh thank god you didn’t call them that in front of the others; I would have never heard the end of it.” As she stepped into them and began pulling them up to cover her bare ass she said, “These are called kick pants. You could also call them ‘lollies’ or ‘spankies’. You could even call them ‘bundies’. Just don’t ever call them bloomers: those are ‘granny panties’.” Enlightened, I said, “Ok; kick pants—got it.” I noticed she had something stuck to her top and said, “You have something on your top; I’ll get it…” Cherry groaned. “What now?” I asked. Cherry laughed and said while pointing to the top part of her uniform, “This is called a shell. If it had sleeves, it would be called a liner.” Not wanting to make another naming error, I tugged on her skirt and asked, “Ok: what’s this part called?” Cherry looked at me in disbelief and answered with an implied ‘duh’, “That’s ...
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