Cherry Popping Cheerleader Camp by J.S. Lee

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Cherry Popping Cheerleader Camp

(J.S. Lee)



Amanda couldn't stop whimpering, yes and please and Coach and god and her legs trembled against his shoulders as he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck. Michael pulled on her gently, holding her sensitive bud in his mouth and worshiping her, he never stopped licking, he flicked her clit from top to bottom and placed his hands on her cheeks as she moved on the couch. He could feel it from her center, the girl was about to cum.

There was a hot wave of her want that rushed from her and her fingers were in his hair as Amanda pushed herself up. The girl convulsed under him and she called out, "oh, yes, Coach," as the spasm rushed down her body and Michael tasted her release. The electric current poured down her sweet frame, inch by inch and all the while, he never let her go, he never let up, he was going to drink every last drop of her virgin climax. Michael kept his lips on her, taking it all, the very last of it, her milky liquid was warm in his mouth and her skin was feverish and all he could hear was her little cries for more.

When it was over, he kissed the center of her splayed lips once more before looking up to murmur, "I could do that all night."

The girl had never looked so angelic. Amanda was a terror at school, her dark eyes rimmed in black eyeliner and a cigarette perched between her crimson stained lips, always a defiant word or a rude gesture waiting to erupt and yet, now, she was softness and light and when she touched his face it was so gentle. As gentle as her voice when she asked, "please, make love to me." Michael hadn't expected that reaction and when he pulled her to him, she shivered and shook her head, "no, not here. On the bed."

He had never fucked any of them here, not on the couch or the bed and he almost never stayed on campus. Too much temptation, Michael could hardly keep himself in check during daylight hours when eyes were on him, he suspected that he would lose any semblance of control if he stayed with the girls at night. It would be far too easy to stroll from room to room and then it was a slippery slope to getting caught. He had kept it under wraps, that's what work was for and his office was the perfect place. No windows and a door that no one else had a key to but Amanda was something different. She was worth the effort and he took her hand and led her to the mattress, "anything you want, Amanda." He watched her walk away and knew that fucking her from behind was a necessity.