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Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like sex stories containing teenagers
engaging in weird perversions, or you can't separate truth from fiction, get
lost. The author does not advocate or condone anything that goes on in this
story.
This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it only if 1) you don't
change it, 2) my name and this disclaimer remain attached, and 3) you aren't
making money off it. That includes posting it on some slimeball banner farm
web site. Yes, that means you!
Previous chapters are archived at ASSTR
(ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Richard_Bissell). Muchas gracias, Rey!
Don't ask me to e-mail story pieces--everything you need is there.
Ch. 1 Codes: Mf, oral, teen
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER ONE.
I was watching football one Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I
don't get a lot of unannounced visitors, so I was fairly sure that this was
another solicitor of some sort. I peeked through the peephole and saw that I
was probably right. It appeared to be some teenage girl.
I opened the door. The girl was probably seventeen or eighteen, cute,
five-six or so, long blonde hair, full breasts, wearing shorts and a
spaghetti strap top. I recognized her as Marianne, a girl who lived down the
street.
"Hi. I'm raising money for the cheerleading squad. We're selling magazine
subscriptions, and we have some really great deals." She tried to stick a
brochure in my hand. "Is there anything you might be interested in?"
There was, but it wasn't magazines. Besides which, I knew these fundraising
programs were complete rip-offs, raising twice as much money for the magazine
company as they did for the kids.
"I don't think I need any magazines. But if you want, I can just write a
check directly to your squad."
Her eyes lit up.
"You would? That would be really cool of you."
"Come on in. Let me get my checkbook."
She stepped into the house, and I shut the door. I got my checkbook out of
the kitchen and returned to the foyer.
"This is a really nice house."
"Thanks."
"You must be rich or something, huh?"
"You could say that."
I sat on my couch and opened the checkbook, setting it on the coffee table to
write the check.
"How does fifty dollars sound?"
Her eyes swelled.
"Fifty bucks? You're just going to give me fifty bucks?"
"I'd rather give it to you than the fundraising company you're working with."
"Thanks a lot. You're sure there's nothing you need that we could do? Like
wash your car or something like that?"
I smiled at her, looking her over slowly, pausing at her ample chest.
"I think there might be something you could do."
She returned the smile.
"Like what?"
"Show me your breasts."
Her eyes swelled in amazement, and she bit her lip to keep from grinning.
"If I just show you my tits, you'll give me fifty bucks?"
"Yes."
She giggled nervously.
"Okay."
She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a lacy white bra, which she removed a
second later. She dropped both on the floor. Her big breasts were firm and
full, not sagging at all. Her nipples were tiny in comparison, but swelled
and stood out under my gaze.
Marianne took a step or two toward me, pushing back her shoulders to stick
her tits out even further. I could see the flush of arousal coloring her
chest.
"How much if I took off some more?"
I leaned back casually on the couch, appraising her.
"Considering that there's a strip bar not far from here where I could see a
dozen nude girls for a ten dollar cover plus a two drink minimum . . . let's
say seventy-five."
She slowly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down. Underneath, she wore
plain white cotton panties, and she paused for a moment or two, gathering her
courage, before sliding those down as well.
Her blonde pubes were closely trimmed, most likely to accommodate her
cheerleading outfits. I could see her labia underneath, beginning to color
and swell in arousal. She took another step towards me, then turned around
slowly to show me her little butt, tight and toned from many hours of
cheerleading gymnastics.
"Nice."
She smiled nervously.
"Thanks."
She put a foot up on the coffee table, opening herself slightly to give me a
better view. I could see her inner lips peeking out, and the dewy moisture
beginning to collect there.
"What could I do for a hundred?"
"Come here. Give me a closer look at all that."
She climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs. She put her hands on my
shoulders. I laid my hands on her firm thighs and moved upward. She
remained still as I neared her breasts, and let me take her in my hands. Her
tits were like fresh bread, spongy and firm. I cupped them, feeling the
weight, moving them around. I took her hard little nipples between my
fingers, twisting them gently. Marianne closed her eyes, breathing unevenly.
I slipped a hand down to caress her hard butt, squeezing the muscles. When I
moved the hand around slowly, reaching between her legs, she stopped me
suddenly.
"One-twenty-five."
"Done."
She let go of my hand, and I slid it between her thighs. She was already hot
and wet when I took her blonde pussy in my hand. I slipped a finger inside
her, feeling her wetness. She moaned, moving her hips up and back slowly as
I masturbated her. I tweaked her clit gently, working it back and forth.
Her breath was hot and damp in my face now.
"What about for two hundred?"
"Everything."
She gasped softly.
"Everything?"
"How about two-fifty then?"
She panted for a second or two.
"Okay."
She immediately wrapped her arms around me, kissing me eagerly. Her hips
settled into my lap, and she was soon rubbing herself against my erection as
I played roughly with her tits. I pulled off my shirt, and she bent to suck
on my nipples. I let her do it for a few seconds before pushing her further
down. She dug my cock out of my pants and took it in her hands.
"I've never sucked a cock before. I don't know if I can do this right."
"I'm sure you have the general idea."
She grinned and bent down to lick at me. She ran her tongue around the head
a few times before taking me tentatively into her mouth. I held her blonde
head in my lap as she moved up and down slowly, trying to guide her
movements. She kept it simple, but her mouth was so hot and wet that I
didn't care. I let her bob over me until I felt the jizz beginning to boil
in my balls.
I pulled her up, and when she stood, I took her waist and seated her on the
couch. I climbed in between her thighs and pushed forward, sinking into her
tight teenage twat. She moaned, biting at my shoulder.
"You have to pull out before you come. I don't have anything."
"I'll come in your mouth."
"Oh, God. Okay."
I sank all of my thick seven inches into her, groaning at the heat and
wetness. She wrapped her legs around my butt and dug her nails into my back.
I pumped her steadily, massaging her clit with the base of my cock. She was
already hot and turned on, and it took me only a minute of firm thrusts to
have her shuddering in climax under me. She whimpered, biting again at my
shoulder as I pounded her firm teenage body. Her tits began to shake with my
thrusts, and she gripped them in her hands, pinching her nipples. The sight
of it was enough to do it for me, and I gave her a few last thrusts before
pulling out suddenly.
She needed no coaching by now, and she instantly dropped to the floor,
swallowing up my erection. I groaned, grabbing her head and fucking her
mouth as she sucked as hard as she could. My cum boiled into her mouth, one
shot after another, and I felt her gulping it down as it came. She massaged
my balls and the base of my cock as she swallowed, working out the last few
drops. When I caught my breath, I looked down at her. She continued to suck
gently, waiting for my permission to let go.
I pulled out and sat on the couch in front of her.
"How was that?"
"Great," I gasped. "Two-fifty?"
She giggled.
"Two-fifty."
I wrote the check as Marianne got dressed, and then she left.
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