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Ch. 5 Codes: Mf, teen, oral
CHAPTER FIVE
Marianne called me the next day to inform me that Tiffany was not interested
in group sex, and that therefore she was going to talk to her other friend on
the cheerleading squad, whose name was Ashley. She promised to get back to
me with a day and a time.
Thursday afternoon, she appeared at my door again wearing shorts and a
flower-print string bikini top. The top was scarcely enough to contain her
breasts, and had she jumped around at all--say, to attempt a cheer--it looked
like she would have come flying out of it immediately.
She gave me a quick bj in the living room, then remained at my feet to
explain what she had worked out.
"Ashley completely freaked when I told her what I've been doing."
"Sleeping with me, you mean?"
"For money. That was the main thing she freaked about. I tried to tell her
that it's not really like that, but when I pitched the idea to her, you know,
five hundred a piece for what you wanted, she completely changed her mind.
She wants to do it."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah. None of the girls on the squad have a lot of money, but Ashley is
probably the worst off. Her folks are divorced, and her dad just drinks a
lot. Her mom is a waitress. So five hundred bucks is a fortune for her."
"I can imagine. When?"
"Saturday night?"
"That works for me."
"Anyway. After I talked to Ashley, I was thinking."
"What about?"
"All this money, you know, it does seem kind of cheap to just come over, fuck
you, and have you hand me a check. I was trying to think of a better way to
handle it."
I thought about that for a moment.
"I could get you a credit card. You could charge what I've been paying you,
buy stuff with it. However it came out, we could settle up at the end of the
month."
Her eyes widened.
"Seriously? I could buy anything I wanted?"
"Within reason. The idea being to pay you that way instead with a check."
She grinned.
"Cool."
She stood up, taking my arms and pulling me upstairs. We quickly lost the
remainder of our clothes. Marianne kissed me, pressing her breasts against
my chest. Then she looked down coyly, though her hand settled on my
erection, stroking it gently.
"You know . . . you've come in my mouth, and in my ass, but never in my
pussy."
"I keep forgetting to buy some rubbers."
"Rubbers are no fun. I want your cum inside me."
"You might get my baby in the bargain."
"We could just risk it today. I think the timing is off. It's the wrong
time of the month."
"I don't know about this."
She grinned, looking up at me innocently.
"The prospect of knocking me up doesn't turn you on?"
"It's the prospect of eighteen years of child support that doesn't turn me
on."
She pouted.
"Please?"
"All right. It's your body."
She grinned and went back to kissing me, arms around my neck. I fondled her
tits, cupping them in my hands and working her nipples with my thumbs. She
began to squirm as they erected and grew more sensitive, and I finally picked
her up and carried her to the bed.
She lay on her back, and I kissed and licked my way down her body, nursing
her big breasts, running my tongue down her abdomen, wiggling it in her navel
(making her giggle and convulse in the process), finally settling between her
thighs and taking her blonde-furred twat in my mouth. I shoved my hands
under her butt, holding her firm cheerleading ass tightly under me. She
writhed around on the bed as I ate her, legs opening and closing, hands
randomly gripping her hair or her breasts or my head. I knew her rhythms
well enough now to bring her hot seventeen-year-old body to rapid series of
orgasms, keeping it up until she cried out in overstimulation and pushed me
away.
I gave her only a few seconds to recover before climbing above her and
slipping into her tight teenage pussy. She let out a guttural cry, wrapping
herself around me. I drove in and out of her steadily. She was tight and
wet, all hot squishy flesh gripping my cock. She cried out again as another
orgasm took her, and she dug her nails painfully into my butt. My control
began to slip away now, and I pounded her roughly, watching her round tits
shaking with each thrust. She sensed my impending orgasm and spread herself
even wider for me, begging for my seed.
"Come . . . come . . . come in me . . ."
I let out a hoarse grunt, stabbed every bit of myself into her, and came for
all I was worth, spurting painfully intense ribbons of come up to her womb.
I kept thrusting long after it was over, and finally collapsed onto her
breasts. She put her arms around me and held me close.
"Mmm. Stay inside me. Don't move yet. You feel so good."
I pushed my deflating penis forward.
"So do you."
"I love the feeling after a good fuck, all tingly and gooey."
She kissed me tenderly for a few seconds, then looked up at me.
"Have you ever done it with a virgin?"
"Mary Jo Beadman, after a Led Zeppelin concert when I was seventeen. We were
both virgins. It wasn't an experience worth remembering."
"Would you want to give it another try?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just thinking. There's another girl on the squad who I know is a
virgin. You could have her if you wanted."
I laughed softly.
"Have you consulted her about this?"
She smiled.
"I could talk her into it. She's been talking about losing it."
"She cute?"
"Not as cute as me." She smiled. "But she's not bad. She's kind of tall
and thin, you know, sort of that European model look. She's got really long
brown hair."
"What do you think this would cost?"
She grinned up at me.
"You'd be her first. You'd get to pop her cherry. That would be worth
something to you, wouldn't it?"
"Does she still have one? Because if she's been cheerleading for any length
of time, she's probably lost it on her own already just by stretching and
jumping around."
Marianne bit her lip.
"I didn't think of that. Would it make a difference?"
"Yeah. I suppose that sounds stupid, but it would."
"Okay. Well, I'll see what I can do to find out. But if she still has it,
do you want her?"
"How much?"
"A thousand?"
"That's pretty steep. I'm spending that much on you and Ashley together."
"This is special. Afterwards, if you wanted her again, it would be a lot
less."
"I'll think about it."
"Phat. I bet she'll do it."
Marianne went home after that, and I lay in bed marveling at my sudden good
fortune. A few weeks ago, I was dating women my own age and dealing with all
sorts of pretentious bullshit in exchange for a little sex. Now I had a
gorgeous teenage procuress whose sole mission in life seemed to be to provide
me with as much and as varied sex as possible. All I had to do was throw
some money at her. Not something I was inclined to complain about.
Later that night, I called one of my credit card companies and told them I
needed another card for my "stepdaughter," and that it was urgent because she
was about to take a long vacation. They promised to get it out as soon as
they could.
That afternoon, I had scarcely been home five minutes when I heard someone
knocking hard on the front door. I looked through the peephole and saw about
half a dozen teenage boys, some of them wearing football letter jackets.
I opened the door. The one who had knocked, a tall, athletic kid with sandy
brown hair, was clearly leading this group, but they were all here for a
reason, whatever it was. The looks on their faces were a mixture of
nervousness and anger.
"Are you Steven Chandler?" the leader said.
"What can I do for you, son?"
"I'm just going to say this once. You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend,
do you understand?"
I returned his glare for a few seconds before answering him.
"Are you talking about Marianne?"
"Yeah. Stay the fuck away from her before I have to fuck you up."
"She's the one who's been coming over here. I think you need to talk to her."
He glanced at his friends, trying to gather his courage.
"I talked to her, all right. I told her to stay the fuck away from you if
she knew what was good for her."
"Otherwise you'd fuck her up, is that it? You like beating up girls? I
guess that's probably your speed."
I saw his fists clench at his side, and he snorted hard through his nostrils.
"Just shut the fuck up, man."
"Or what? You're going to teach me a lesson for giving your girlfriend
something you can't seem to?"
His face reddened, and his friends began to mutter.
"Fuck him up, man," one of them said.
"Don't take that shit."
He stood in front of me, fuming, but didn't move.
"This is the football team I'm looking at, right?"
No one answered me, but it was obvious enough.
"You look pretty fit, son, so I'm guessing you've got ambitions of playing
college ball, don't you? You're probably talking to recruiters already,
maybe some of them have even made you some offers? Let me ask you something.
You know who Randy Moss is? Lawrence Phillips? Those names mean anything
to you?"
The other kids glanced at each other, and Marianne's boyfriend glared at me,
but none of them said anything.
"Both of them had talent to spare, but because they fucked up early on, got
reputations as troublemakers, few people wanted anything to do with them.
Moss was looking at a free ride at Notre Dame before he got in trouble.
Fifteen pro teams passed on him before he got drafted, even though he should
have gone number one. Things aren't like they used to be, son. This isn't
some jerkwater town in Texas we live in, and I really doubt you've got as
much talent as Randy Moss. You do something stupid here tonight, and you may
be kissing college football goodbye forever."
I could see them beginning to waver, especially the two kids in back who
didn't look like they wanted to be here in the first place.
"Do what you came here for if you're going to do it, son. Otherwise, get the
fuck off my porch."
The kids began muttering again, and one of them took the boyfriend's arm.
"Let's go, man. You said what you needed to."
He shook his arm free and glared at me once last time. Then he began backing
up. His friends turned to go, and the six them moved back down the walkway.
He and I continued to glare at each other until I heard my phone ringing in
the kitchen. I kept my gaze on him until I shut the door.
The phone kept ringing, and I went back to answer it. An anguished female
voice immediately gushed through the line.
"Steve?"
"Marianne?"
"Yeah, are you all right? Is everything okay?"
"Your boyfriend just left. Nothing happened."
She let out growl of disgust and frustration.
"*Ex*-boyfriend. Fuck him. Do you know what he did today?"
"What?"
"He called me a cunt. And a whore. And a bunch of other names."
I chose my words carefully.
"What exactly does he know?"
"Nothing! That's what's so fucking stupid! All he knows is that I came over
to your place a few times. His imagination did the rest."
"I'm sorry."
"Fuck it. I don't care. Anyway, are you busy? Can I come over?"
I took the phone back to the living room and looked out the window. The
boyfriend and his minions appeared to have left.
"Yes. But be careful."
"Okay. I'll see you in a minute."
She burst through the front door about ninety seconds later. She came
straight up to me and hugged me, putting her forehead on my shoulder.
"Fuck."
"It's all right. Nothing happened."
"I saw them coming up the street, and I knew right away what they were going
to do. I almost called the police. Then I realized I might get you in
trouble, too."
"Don't worry about it. I don't think they'll be back."
"I'm sorry." She backed up, smiling at me, and moved me toward the nearest
chair. "Let me make it up to you."
She kissed me a few times as she unbuttoned my jeans, then pushed me into the
chair. She dropped to the floor between my knees and pulled my pants down to
expose my cock. It went straight into her mouth, and she sucked eagerly on
me for a minute or two before withdrawing, replacing her mouth with her hand.
"Are you excited about tomorrow night?"
I nodded, gritting my teeth at what she was doing. She gave my cockhead a
few licks.
"Ashley is completely stoked about this. She's been sort of coming on to me
the last couple of days. She keeps saying things like 'I didn't know you
were into girls.'"
She dropped her head again and worked diligently on the end of my dick,
swirling her tongue around and around as she sucked.
"You've never done something like this before?"
She bobbed a few more times before answering me.
"Nope. And the truth is, I'm not really into girls. It doesn't turn me off,
but it never appealed to me either. But it's what you want, and I can really
use that money. So I'll fuck her for one night. It's no big deal."
She returned to sucking me off, using long slow strokes to push my dick to
back of her throat. As I got closer, she concentrated on the head, using the
tight lips-and-tongue suction that she knew I liked. I groaned, gripping her
long blonde hair tightly in my hands, and she sped her attack. I looked
down, seeing that her right hand had disappeared under her skirt, and from
the rapid motions of her arm, I could tell she was working just as hard on
herself.
A few seconds later, my balls convulsed and I spurted my cum down her throat.
As she usually did, she kept sucking and pumping my cock with her fist until
it was all out and my dick began to deflate. But this time, shortly after I
came, she let out a quiet squeak through her nose and shuddered between my
knees. Then her other hand reappeared, and she used it to caress my balls.
She pulled back, giving my cockhead one last kiss. She giggled.
"Mmm. That was fun."
"Yeah. I saw you helping yourself along there too."
She grinned.
"I get so turned on when I suck you. Do you mind?"
"No."
She leaned against me, folding her arms over my lap and laying her head on
top.
"I guess I'm single now. But that's okay. Randy better not start any more
shit at school."
"You two are seniors?"
"Yeah."
"I've never asked this, but how old are you?"
"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in about a month, though. That's not a
problem, is it?"
"No. A little late to be worrying about that anyway."
She giggled again.
"Yep."
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