1. Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 5) repost.


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Hardcore, Lesbian, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Voyeurism, Author: Muke Hunt Hz, Rating: 28.6, Source: sexstories.com

    higher up; looking down at her in the tub. Just as she had said: there was nothing in the tub but clear water and an incredibly sexy, naked young lady. Suddenly, Cherry gasped in faux shock and she used her free arm to try and cover her exposed body while saying, “How dare you look in upon me while I’m bathing!” She put on an over-exaggerated southern belle accent that seemed to come straight out of a western movie from the 1940’s. Picking up on her joke, I adapted my own cowboy accent and said, “Terribly sorry Ma’am. I didn’t recon there was no one in here.” She was still holding the phone in the same position when she said in the same voice, “Well look away you cad!” I said, “I’m powerful sorry, Miss, but if you ain’t just the pertiest thing I ever did see—I…caint…look away!” The last line had her laughing and she dropped character, securing me the ‘win’ for our little game. She stood up and reached for her towel to dry off. The phone was propped up again and I could see almost all of her bathroom. She dried off as casually as if no one was watching and hung the towel to dry. Once again she sat on her vanity stool, applied lotion to her legs, and I found myself wishing I was there to do it for her—still able to sense the fragrance of it. Besides, I was much more thorough when it came to massaging it into her skin! Cherry turned to face her mirror, let down her hair, and began brushing it out in long, slow strokes. In a very nonchalant tone, Cherry asked me, “What were ...
    you doing a week ago at this time?” I said, “One week ago at this time? Easy: I was with you at the mall.” I looked at the clock to get the exact time and said, “At this precise time, we had finished lunch and were still talking in the food court.” Seeing an opportunity to challenge me, she asked, “What was I wearing?” I said matter-of-fact, “Black yoga shorts and a tank top; that was easy.” Her eyes narrowed and she asked, “Yeah, but what did I have for lunch?” I said, “Oh, give me a break! How am I supposed to remember that you had a spinach salad topped with char grilled chicken and balsamic vinaigrette? Next you’ll expect me to remember that you like an orange wedge in your water instead of lemon!” Cherry’s mouth hung open for a moment in surprise. “You, Mr. Mann, have impressed me! For your attention to detail, you shall be handsomely rewarded!” “Really? What is my reward?” I asked. “It’s a surprise so don’t ask!” I said, “Can I ask WHEN I will get it?” She teased, “No-you-can’t!” I sighed in ‘disappointment’ and said, “Ok; fine…” Cherry stood and only then did I remember that she was still as naked as the day she was born. She took me with her to her closet and turned the phone around to show me her clothes. She first opened a drawer that had all of her panties and even some lingerie. She was digging through the unfolded, unorganized collection of intimates while whispering ‘what to wear, what to wear?’ Something caught my eye. “Oh, what was that—the red thing?” She dug ...
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