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Ch. 3 Codes: Mf, oral, teen, piercings
CHAPTER THREE.
For a couple of days, I waited to see if any of the other cheerleaders might
show up, but none of them did. I began to think that either Marianne hadn't
been brave enough to confess to what she had done or none of the other girls
were interested.
Then the doorbell rang again.
I was once again watching television, sitting home on a Friday night. I had
been seeing a woman I worked with off and on the past few months, and I had
considered asking her to dinner that weekend. After reflecting for a few
moments, I decided to give the cheerleader thing one last chance. It was a
good thing I did.
It was about nine-thirty, and I was in the middle of a movie on HBO. When
the doorbell rang, I immediately figured it must be Marianne, since I
couldn't imagine anyone else knocking on my door this late.
It wasn't.
Instead, I found a girl of about the same age, five-three, long dark brown
hair and brown eyes. Her body was not as curvy as Marianne's, but she still
looked quite delicious. She had a silver stud in her left nostril and a
definite "bad girl" cast to her face, sort of like that girl on "Buffy the
Vampire Slayer," whatever her name was.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"You're Steve?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Tiffany. A friend of Marianne's."
"A cheerleader."
She grinned.
"Yeah. So can I come in?"
I stepped back, opening the door further. Tiffany came inside, checking out
the house.
"Wow. You are pretty rich, huh? Marianne told me about your place."
"I do okay."
She glanced around a few more seconds before looking back at me.
"So, like, what did you guys do, just rip off each other's clothes, or what?"
"It needn't be that abrupt. But, just so we're clear, you know what she was
doing?"
She grinned.
"Yeah. But I don't really have as much as experience as she does. So
two-fifty might be too much for me. It's not like I know how to do all this
different stuff and all."
"But you're not a virgin?"
She laughed.
"You think I'd lose it like this? Jeez, no. Shit." She giggled again.
"But I've only slept with two other guys. So I don't want you to expect all
that much."
"Okay. Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure. Beer, if you've got it."
I got her a beer from the refrigerator and opened it for her. She took a
long swig and continued to look around the house.
"How old are you?"
"Forty-one."
"My dad is forty-three. He'd have a herd of cows over this if he knew."
"What do you know about Marianne?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know. I met her in Junior High. We've been friends a while. We
went out for cheerleading together. Her dad is a pervert."
I laughed.
"He is?"
"Yes. He grabbed my butt once. I think he would have done it again if I
hadn't threatened to tell his wife."
"Does Marianne know?"
"No. What was I supposed to tell her, 'Your dad wants to jump my bones?'"
"You think he does?"
"Don't all you old guys want to? I see the looks we get, me and my friends.
I'm not stupid."
"I guess a lot of us do."
"Most of them are repulsive, like Marianne's dad. But you seem pretty cool.
You don't look forty-one."
"Thanks."
"And Marianne said you were a great fuck. The best she ever had, and she's
had some fucks, believe me."
I smiled slightly.
"I can imagine."
She finished her beer and set it back down on the counter.
"So where do we do it?"
"Upstairs."
She followed me up to the bedroom and stood nervously in the middle of the
room as I shut the doors.
"I guess you're just going to have to tell me what to do."
I stripped to my boxers and lay on the bed.
"Take off your clothes. Slowly."
She wore a tight stretch cotton top over her firm tits, and she pulled it off
now. Under it, she wore a black satin bra, and I noticed another silver
stud, this time in her navel. She took off her bra slowly, trying to look
seductive. She didn't quite get it, but her nervous inexperience was
arousing enough. Her breasts were firm C-cups (Marianne was well into D-cup
territory), conical and pointy, with prominent brown nipples. She slid her
jeans down smoothly, revealing black satin panties that matched her bra.
When the jeans were off, she stepped up next to me on the bed, smiling.
"I like those piercings."
"Thanks. Want to unwrap the last bit? I've got a little surprise I think
you'll like."
I sat up, swinging my legs around, and hooked my fingers into the waistband
of her panties. As I slid them down, I saw what she meant: one last silver
stud through the hood of her clitoris.
"Like it?"
"Yes. I thought you had to be eighteen to get those, though."
"I did it myself. I did all of them myself."
"You're kidding."
"I think I have a high pain threshold. It wasn't that bad."
I pulled her closer and bent to take a hard brown nipple in my mouth.
Tiffany moaned softly, putting her arms around my head. I sucked on her
eagerly, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I could get. She
pushed me off after a minute or so, moving me to her other tit. I felt up
between her legs as I did it, finding the stud in her clit. I pulled on it
gently, twisting it around. I probed further down, finding her already wet
and growing wetter.
I played with her like that for a few minutes, stroking and tweaking her clit
with my fingers as I sucked on her nipples. She began to whimper softly,
holding my head tightly. Her hips started moving with my strokes as her
abdomen started to shake. A few seconds later her legs buckled, and she fell
against me. I rubbed her briskly as the orgasm pulsed through her body,
finishing her off as best I could.
She recovered after a few seconds and stepped back, grinning at me.
"Wow. Marianne was right. You are pretty good. What do you want me to do?"
"Kneel down."
She got the message, dropping to her knees in front of me. She reached for
my boxers and pulled them down, exposing my thick erection. She took it in
her hands and stroked it gently.
"How do you like it? My boyfriend just wants me to go as fast as possible
and get him off, but I'm guessing that isn't really the best way."
"Gently. Take your time and enjoy it."
She smiled, looking up at me, and took my cock in her mouth. She kissed and
licked it for a few seconds before sucking more purposefully. I closed my
eyes and held her head in my hands. She went slowly, massaging me with her
tongue. A minute later, she withdrew, reaching up to stroke me with her hand
as she sucked on my balls. Whatever she had said before about having less
experience than Marianne apparently didn't apply to oral sex. She worked on
my balls for about twenty seconds before taking my cock back in her mouth.
She was good enough that I though about letting complete the act, but
two-fifty was a lot for a blow job. So I pulled her off before she took me
too far.
"What now?"
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees."
Her eyebrows went up a little.
"Doggy style?"
"Right."
She complied rapidly, presenting her tight little butt to me. She was firmer
and less rounded than Marianne, all tight cheerleading muscles. I took her
hips in my hands and thrust forward, burying myself inside her. She let out
a cry at my rapid penetration, but immediately began pushing herself back at
me. I fucked her like that for a few minutes, just enjoying her luscious
little teen pussy. She dropped her head to the mattress after the first
minute, bending herself open for me even more. I felt her hand moving
between us, playing with herself and my balls as I fucked her.
I withdrew and rolled her on her back. She grinned up at me, spreading
herself open, and I climbed on top of her. I was inside her again in an
instant. Her lips curled back from her teeth as I bottomed out.
"Where should I come?" I moaned.
"I'm on the pill," she gasped. "Come anywhere you want, just fuck me."
I began moving firmly within her, massaging her sensitive spots with my cock.
She whimpered and held me tightly, pulling me even further inside her. She
didn't like me to withdraw very far, and she kept a tight grip on my butt to
hold me inside. I pumped her more rapidly now, feeling the stud in her clit
every time I thrust at her. She began to shiver and thrash under me. She
came deeply and silently, squeezing me tightly inside. I kept up the rhythm
without slowing, and she came again within a few minutes. By now she was
mewling and moaning, begging quietly for me to come inside her. A few more
deep, urgent thrusts were enough to do it, especially since she began coming
again a few seconds before I did. I pushed as far into her as I could get
and filled her quivering pussy with my sperm.
I rolled off her as soon as I caught my breath. She lay unmoving on her
back, legs still spread widely as my cum dripped out of her and onto the
sheets.
"Fuck. Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck."
I got her a towel to clean herself up, and she went into the bathroom. While
she was gone, I filled out her check. She returned a minute later with a big
grin on her face.
"Marianne wasn't kidding. I've never had a fuck like that."
"Good."
She found the check on the bed.
"Two-fifty?"
"You earned it."
"Cool. This is like, the most money I ever had at once."
"Don't spend it all in one place."
She giggled.
"What do you do that you have so much money?"
"I'm a stock trader."
"How much money do you have?"
"Total? A few million, probably, though most of it's on paper."
"Wow. Seriously?"
"Yep."
I could see the gears turning in her head as she stared at the check.
"Are there other things you'd want to do? Like with me and Marianne? For
more money than this, I mean."
"Both of you at once, maybe."
She gasped softly.
"You mean like--"
"Together."
"Would we have to, like, lez each other and all?"
"Say for five hundred a piece? I think that's the going rate for girls as
hot as you two."
Her eyes swelled.
"Five hundred? Do you mean it?"
"Sure."
"Wow. I'll have to ask her. I bet she'd do it, though. I have to think
about it."
"Think all you want. You know where I live."
She giggled.
"Yep."
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