The Perfect Pitch (m/f, oral 1st, cheerleader) Sarah learns about cunnilingus By Marklemagne --- This true story is intended for adults only. It should not be read by anyone offended by explicit sexual conduct. You may save this or repost, provided credit is given and no fee is charged. Since this story takes place in upstate New York, 1978, I guess it's dedicated to the people, particularly the public safety workers, of the Empire State (for what that's worth). Comments, criticisms are welcome at marklemagne@canada.com. --- "Great ability develops and reveals itself increasingly with every new assignment." -Baltasar Gracian, The Oracle It was late fall, so the baseball dugouts hadn't been used in some time. They were dirty and filled with crushed paper cups and leaves and the flotsam and jetsam that blow across wide open spaces. The benches had been worn smooth by hundreds of butts, and it was hard to tell in the soft twilight just what color they had been originally painted. Sarah and Louie sat leg-to-leg in the visitors' dugout, looking out over the barren ball field. They had come to the ball field after the James I. O'Neill Junior High School football game, where Sarah was head cheerleader. The game wasn't anything to write home about, but Louie, who was too much of a tough guy to play football, didn't care. He was only there to see Sarah. She was a typical good girl trying to straighten out a bad boy. Louie did all of the things that junior high kids back then weren't supposed to do. He smoked and occasionally drank, and once somebody said they saw him smoking marijuana with his older brother and some high school kids behind the Garrison train station. Sarah, on the other hand, was horribly allergic to smoke; it made her eyes swell up and her nose run. She left the drinking to her older sister and the only time she had been in trouble in school was when she skipped study hall once to work on a homecoming float. The one thing these two teens had in common was that they liked to make out. Sarah was still a virgin, and no matter what Louie did to try to convince her to give it up to him, she refused (that pleasure would be reserved for an older man 2,000 miles away and four years in the future). She wasn't inexperienced with boys, however; her previous boyfriend showed her the joys of oral and manual stimulation -- her mouth and his hand -- and Louie would just have to make do with the occasional hand-job now and then punctuated by a remarkably competent blow-job. Sarah sat in her maroon and gold cheerleader's outfit, saddle shoes and Louie's leather jacket waiting for Louie to kiss her. And Louie didn't disappoint. He was a good kisser, she thought. Not too wet, not too aggressive. His tongue tasted like a green apple Jolly Rancher and was soft and warm inside her mouth. Louie didn't move too fast, either. He spent time touching her face and hair, before moving to the giant "O" on the front of her sweater. His hand slid down her cheek, over her throat and came to rest on her right breast. She wasn't particularly well-endowed, but at that age, any breast was better than none, Louie thought. There was something magical about the feel of Sarah's breast beneath his hand. There was simply no other part of the body that felt anything like this. In fact, there was no part of anything that felt anything like it. It was both firm and soft at the same time, pliant yet rigid, too. Beneath the heel of his hand, Louie could feel Sarah's nipple harden; her desire was strong enough to penetrate the teenager's bra and letter sweater. He marveled in the way her breast moved as he stroked its top, its side. As he brought his other hand down to take her left breast, Sarah leaned into Louie and he felt her push herself closer to him. Still kissing the cute, hardbodied cheerleader, Louie brought his left hand down to the hem of Sarah's sweater and slipped his hand underneath to touch her bare skin. It felt almost electric where they made contact. Sarah felt sparks leap from Louie's fingertips to her nipples and from there down between her legs. Louie thought his heart was going to burst through his chest, it was beating so hard. God! This girl excited him so. Few would call her beautiful, in the sense that Farrah Fawcett Majors was beautiful, but Sarah was exceptionally...cute. Her eyes were brilliant green, her lips a pale rose (Louie didn't know what to call the color, his palette was quite limited), and they were just puffy enough to beg to be kissed. Sarah had fine, smooth skin and the cool fall air gave her cheeks a healthy glow. She wore her hair in the style of the day, feathered back from her face; she was a borderline blonde, but it wouldn't have been wrong to call her brunette, either. Her body was toned from hours of cheerleader practice and track. She was as limber as an acrobat, able to do toe-touches with ease . She had leg muscles that any runner would envy and they gave her thighs just the right amount of definition. Louie reveled in the silky smoothness of Sarah's young skin. She was warm against his cold fingertips and he felt her flesh jump beneath his tough. Moving his hand up, he encountered the bottom of her brassiere...was that a wire he felt? No matter, he thought to himself and continued moving up the satin fabric, his fingers reaching the point where the lacy top met the puffed fiber-filled lower part. He pulled the lace down and Sarah's nipple jumped into his hand. It was hard and warm and he gave it a playful squeeze between his thumb and forefinger. Sarah moaned into his lips, her hands running through his curly black hair. She pulled his face closer, trying to get more of his tongue into her mouth as she slowly lost control. Still softly pinching her nipple, Louie pulled away from Sarah and slid off the bench to his knees. He knelt between Sarah's legs as he reached up, one hand on top of her sweater, the other beneath. From his vantage point, he could see the white fabric of her bra against her pale skin, hidden beneath the shadow of her heavy sweater. He could see her coral-colored nipple hard between his fingers. Looking straight ahead, he saw Sarah's legs, the tops of her thighs hidden beneath the yellow, maroon and white pleated cheerleading skirt. As a junior high cheerleader, Sarah's skirt wasn't particularly short, but its mere design -- the alternating pleats of white and yellow between a maroon background -- excited Louie even more. This was a cheerleader's outfit, he thought to himself. His fantasy come true! Since Louie was between her thighs, Sarah's legs were spread wide and it didn't take much for Louie to reach down and pull the fabric up. Beneath the skirt lay Sarah's "lollipops" the maroon uniform panties that got their name because they were good enough to lick. Again, on their face, they weren't especially sexy, but what they represented, that hidden part of a cheerleading outfit exposed only in the briefest of flashes during a kick or a jump, made Louie feel like he was viewing the forbidden fruit. Sarah wore normal underpants beneath the lollipops, Louie could see. The legband of the pink panties showed just barely through the leg hole of the uniform. Louie had never gone down on a girl before, but he was desperate to try. Sarah had never experienced cunnilingus, but she had heard from her friends that it was to die for. Louie tried to figure out how to get the lollipops off and reached up to Sarah's waist. Unfortunately, her skirt would have to come off first, and when he tried to pull it down, Sarah touched his hands. "Louie," was all she said. He acquiesed and instead leaned forward and licked her pussy through the lollipops. "Louie," she said again, but this time is was more of a combination whisper and moan. Sarah clearly wanted the boy to continue. The fabric was a little rough on his tongue, but Louie liked the way Sarah smelled and he liked the way it felt to have his nose pressed against her clit as he licked. He leaned in again for another go. He could feel the gap between her lips as he pressed in with his tongue and he brought his right hand down to touch her clitoris. Sarah moaned and pushed herself forward to meet his efforts. She lifted her leg up on the bench and leaned back a bit to give him better access. Working a combination of hand and mouth against her pussy, Louie rubbed and licked the excited young cheerleader. The ground was hard and cold on his knees and his cock was hot and hard against his jeans as he moved his tongue up and down on the rough fabric. Sarah held his head in her hands, his hair twirled around her fingers as she humped into his face. Her smell was overwhelming, a musky, earthy smell of sweat and desire that stirred something inside Louie. He couldn't distinguish much of a taste, since there were two layers of fabric between his tongue and her flesh, but he found the scent intoxicating. He had heard many of the jokes and wondered just what the smell would be like, but he found he liked it and he liked it a lot. One hand on her small breast, the other caressing her clit, Louie licked, oblivious to the soreness of his tongue's surface and of the seldom used muscles that moved his tongue to and fro. She was moving differently now, slower, but more firmly holding on to his head. He liked the way she pushed her pussy into him, the hidden fur of her pubic hair pillow- like against his upper lip. He looked up to see Sarah's eyes closed and her head leaning forward, her hair falling about her face. She was glistening with perspiration despite the coldness of the night. Small mewls of pleasure escaped her lips and occasionally she would let out a small, "oh!" in an almost plaintive wail. Then she stopped still and he felt her thighs tighten around his head. She pushed up roughly and pulled down with her hands at the same time. Sarah gasped like someone struggling to breath -- short, shallow, quick breaths. Then everything stopped as she strained almost like she was lifting something. Involuntarily, Louie stiffened against her his tongue hardening like a cock against her clit, his shoulders rigid between her legs, his neck muscles taut. Then bam! She relaxed as her orgasm took her and together their muscles extended in relief. He continued to lick as Sarah took deep breaths in rapid succession. Then she pushed his head away. "No more," she said breathless. "No more." "Oh, god, Louie, what have you done to me?" she asked, panting. She meant the words as a compliment. "That was fantastic." As his tongue began to burn from rubbing against the lollipops, Louie smiled at Sarah. He had finally eaten a girl and he liked it. Not only that, but a cheerleader, in uniform! He knew that his technique could use some practice, but he was confident that Sarah would be a willing partner from here on out. The end.