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This story contains adult material. If this is illegal where you reside or if you are underage where you reside, begone.

I answered the door. It was Katie.

"Sheila’s not here."

"I know," she said. She walked in, and stood over near the couch.

"I know what you want," I teased. I went over to her, reached under her skirt, and stripped her panties off. I was about to kneel in front of her, when her hands went right to my shorts, and stripped them and my underwear down to my ankles. She pushed me—tangled up as I was—and I landed right on the couch, obviously by design.

Before it hit me, she was straddling me, and lowering herself on my cock. She got situated, and started bouncing like a pogo stick.

"ANNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! DAN! YES! FUCK! FUCK! FINALLY! AAAAAAYYIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Damn, what an animal!

Now, we alternate. One time, I eat her out—the next time, she straddles me. She always screams now, and doesn’t care who hears. She even did it at her house. It was a test. She passed—straddled me with her mother looking on from the next room!

You know, I really should ask her out on a date.

--The End—