This story is not an endorsement of the sexual habits or practices
contained. If you are offended by graphic sexual descriptions or
are under the age of 18, do not read further...
SWEET SUCKING SCHOOLGIRL
by: tomcat7@concentric.net
CHAPTER 1
Little Kimmy Johnson heard the Thomases' car pull into the
garage. The eighth-grader had come to their house after school and
had been babysitting for them while the couple went out to dinner.
She looked at the clock. It was 10:15 PM, and the two children had
been sleeping for over an hour already.
Mr. Thomas opened the door and walked into the living room. He
could see Kimmy look up over the top of her schoolbook at him as
she reclined across the sofa.
Kimmy smiled. She had a sweet smile, and her cute little
dimpled cheeks and bright blue eyes made her very photogenic. Her
shoulder-length light brown hair was parted in the middle, curled
under on the ends, with bangs ending just above her eyebrows.
Kimmy was dressed in her school uniform from St. Anthony's. Mr.
Thomas looked over her young, skinny schoolgirl body lustfully.
The frilly collar of her white long-sleeved blouse peeked out above
a tight blue-and-white plaid vest. The girl's breasts were quite
small, barely noticeable at all through the vest.
Kimmy's skirt was blue-and-white plaid. It was a little shorter
than the women teachers at school liked, but it got her a lot of
attention from the boys and the male teachers. As Kimmy lied
across the couch with her legs up and crossed, it pulled up even
higher on her smooth, thin thighs, hemming out only a few inches
from revealing her panties.
Her white knee socks were pulled up tight around her calves,
just below her knobby schoolgirl knees, and blue-and-white saddle
shoes completed the school uniform.
Mr. Thomas felt his cock twitch at the sight of sweet little
Kimmy. Mrs. Thomas joined him, and the couple thanked her for
watching the kids for them.
"Honey, why don't you go up and relax? I'll drive Kimmy home,"
Mr. Thomas proposed.
"Sounds good to me. I'm very tired," his wife replied.
Mrs. Thomas started up the stairs, while Kimmy gathered her
school books and stood up to leave. Mr. Thomas walked with Kimmy
to the car and opened the door for her.
He got in, started the car, and pulled out of the garage. It
was about a fifteen-minute trip to Kimmy's house.
"Thank you for watching the kids, Kimmy," he told her.
"You're welcome sir," Kimmy answered.
Mustering up all his courage, he reached over and touched the
pleats of her little skirt.
"I like your school uniform, Kimmy," he said.
Kimmy looked down at his hand, holding the hem of her skirt.
"Thanks," she replied. "Some of my teachers think it's too
short, though."
"Not at all!" he exclaimed, still caressing the fabric in his
fingertips.
"They think it shows too much of my legs," Kimmy explained.
"Your legs are beautiful, Kimmy," Mr. Thomas responded, placing
his right hand on her left thigh.
The man and the young girl both looked at each other. Mr.
Thomas smiled at Kimmy, and she returned the smile. He ran his
hand up and down her thigh slowly and softly.
"Mr. Thomas, I don't think we should be doing this," Kimmy said.
"It feels good to you, doesn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, but..."
"So why not?" he added.
Kimmy didn't say anything, so Mr. Thomas continued caressing the
girl's thigh. With each stroke, he slowly pushed her little skirt
up higher and higher until his fingertips, on the inside of her
thigh, found her white cotton panties. He rubbed Kimmy's little
cunny once through the soft material.
Kimmy squeezed her legs together, trapping Mr. Thomas' fingers
there. We wiggled his fingertips against where he guessed her clit
would be.
"Sir, this isn't right," she chided him.
"Don't you like the way it feels?" he asked.
"Yeah, but you really..shouldn't..have..your..hand..there...".
Kimmy closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling. She spread
her schoolgirl legs wider than before.
Mr. Thomas fingered her tenderly through her panties. Kimmy's
juices were starting to flow, and soon her crotch was soaked.
"Oh...Mr. Thomas..." she murmured.
He smiled as he fingered the young girl while he drove. Kimmy's
clit was so tender, and the friction of her panties and his
fingertips made her go numb with pleasure. Soon, little Kimmy was
breathing loudly, gasping for air.
"Oh, sir! It's wonderful! It feels so wonderful!" she groaned,
her eyes squeezed shut.
Kimmy felt her young teenage body convulse and spasm with its
first orgasm. She felt an incredible tingle and surge of warmth
come over her.
Mr. Thomas pulled his hand from Kimmy's crotch. Kimmy pulled
her little skirt back down into place.
"Thank you, sir. I've never felt anything like that before,"
she told him.
"You're welcome, Kimmy. And now, there's something you can do
for me," he added.
"What?" Kimmy asked, innocently.
Mr. Thomas reached down and unzipped his pants, then fished his
half-swollen cock out into the dim light of the car.
"Mr. Thomas!" Kimmy exclaimed.
"It's okay, Kimmy," he assured her.
"What did you want me to do?" she asked, afraid.
"Just put your hand around it, Kimmy," he told her.
He gently took her wrist and pulled her hand over to him, until
her fingertips were touching his prick. Kimmy put her hand around
it, softly.
"Like this?" she asked, shyly.
"Just like that, Kimmy," he answered. He smiled at her, and she
smiled back with her sweet dimples.
"Now, start stroking your hand back and forth on it," he
instructed her.
Kimmy started a slow jerk on his cock.
"Like this?" she asked again, looking for approval.
"Yeah, cutie, just like that," he answered, looking for a place
to pull over for a few minutes.
He finally spotted a parking lot with a single light pole. Mr.
Thomas pulled the car under the light and turned the ignition off.
In the quiet of the night and the dim light, he slid forward in
the car seat as the young eighth-grade girl stroked his prick with
her hand.
Kimmy kept up a good pace as she jacked him off, innocent of
what she was doing.
"Does this feel good, sir?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Kimmy."
"What will this make you do?" Kimmy asked.
"It's gonna make me cum, sweetheart."
"What do you mean?" she asked, innocently.
Mr. Thomas laughed.
"It's gonna make white cream squirt out of my dick," he told
her.
"Really?" she responded, surprised.
"Yeah, Kimmy. Would you like to see that?"
"Uh huh," she nodded, her hand caressing his warm, thick cock.
"It's so hard and long, sir," she murmured.
"That's because you make it that way, Kimmy."
Kimmy smiled at him, then looked back down in admiration at the
thick cock-stalk in her young hand.
"Do it faster, Kimmy," he instructed.
The young girl picked up the pace. Mr. Thomas panted as he sat
there, geting closer and closer to his release.
"Are you gonna do it soon?" Kimmy asked.
"Oh yeah! Faster, Kimmy!"
Kimmy's hand was almost a blur as she whacked away. Suddenly,
Mr. Thomas groaned loudly. As Kimmy continued jerking, thick
streams of jizz shot out and splattered on the steering wheel and
dashboard.
"Ooh, Mr. Thomas, it's squirting that stuff!" she gasped.
Kimmy kept up her stroke, as more and more cum splattered all
over the car.
"So much white stuff, sir!" she babbled. "What is it?!"
"It's my cum, Kimmy. It's all for you."
Finally, it slowed to a stop, trickling down over the young
girl's hand, as she slowed her hand to a stop.
"Thank you, Kimmy," said Mr. Thomas.
Kimmy released her grip on him and pulled her sticky, cum-covered
hand away.
"Your cream is all over my hand, sir," she said.
Mr. Thomas laughed.
"Taste my cum, Kimmy," he encouraged. "It'll taste good."
"Are you sure, Mr. Thomas?" she asked.
"Try it, sweetheart."
Kimmy pulled the hand close to her mouth as Mr. Thomas smiled.
She stuck her tongue out a little to get some from her fingers,
then pulled away, embarrassed.
"I don't know, sir..."
"Try it. Just once, Kimmy."
Kimmy put her hand to her mouth again, and licked a tiny bit of
it. She tasted it for a moment, then licked a little more off.
"What do you think, Kimmy?" he asked. "Do you like the taste?"
Kimmy nodded and smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, sir, it tastes a little sweet."
Mr. Thomas smiled as he put his cock back in his pants and
started the car again.
"Well then, Kimmy," he said. "I'll squirt my cum in your mouth
next time. That way, we won't waste it."
"Okay, sir," Kimmy smiled. "That would be fun. I'd like to eat
more of your cum."
Mr. Thomas patted her thigh with his hand. Then, Kimmy helped
him clean the gooey jizz from from his car, and the two started for
her house.
And Mr. Thomas rubbed her little clit through her panties all
the way home.
CHAPTER 2
Kimmy Johnson spent the next day at school thinking about her
fun with Mr. Thomas. It was so wrong, she knew, but it was so
right at the same time. When she got home, she had a phone message
from Mr. Thomas asking her to sit for them again.
She knew that he liked her school uniform, so she decided to
keep it on. Mr. Thomas picked her up at 6:30 PM, and the two drove
to the Thomas home. On the way, it was still light outside, and
Kimmy knew that they would have to be careful so nobody would see.
Mr. Thomas looked over to little Kimmy, who smiled with
anticipation. Her sweet blue eyes, her cute little bangs and
dimples, her pretty smile made Kimmy a picture of sheer teen
beauty.
"I wore my school uniform for you, Mr. Thomas," she told him.
Mr. Thomas looked her over as they waited for a stoplight. Her
blue vest fit tightly over a white long-sleeved blouse with a
straight collar. Her blue-and-white plaid pleated school skirt
rode high on her smooth, thin thighs. She wore blue cable-knit
knee socks, pulled up high to the bottom of her little knobby
knees, with her blue-and-white saddle shoes.
As Mr. Thomas gawked over Kimmy, she tugged her little school
skirt up higher until the crotch of her white cotton panties was
visible. He gulped at the daylight sight of her little puffy
muffin. He wanted to fuck her then and there, and his cock ached
with a raging hard-on.
Suddenly, the honk of the car behind him brought him back to
reality, as he had not noticed the light change. Kimmy laughed,
knowing that she had distracted him. She enjoyed the power that
she seemed to have over Mr. Thomas.
"You look great, Kimmy," he told her. "Can I cum in your mouth
later tonight?"
Kimmy smiled and nodded, a bit embarrassed, but looking forward
to tasting more of his semen. He had paid her very nicely for
babysitting the night before, and knew that he probably pay her
even more tonight.
******************
It was nearly 9:30PM. The two children had been in bed for
about a half-hour, but Kimmy thought she heard noises upstairs.
She crept quietly up the stairs, and noticed that the boy,
Bobby, had his bedroom light on with the door open just a crack.
She tiptoed down the hall to his door and peeked through the crack.
The 12-year-old boy was sitting up in bed, with his hand
whacking away on his dick. Kimmy almost laughed at having caught
the young boy in the act. She opened the door. Bobby reacted with
total surprise and just stopped in mid-stroke. He blushed, not
knowing what to say.
"Why aren't you sleeping, Bobby?" Kimmy asked.
"I...I...I couldn't..." stammered Bobby.
Kimmy smiled.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Cause I keep thinking about you," he admitted.
"Oh, yeah?" asked Kimmy. "What were you thinking?"
Bobby shrugged.
"I don't know," he said. "I just get all horny looking at you
in that school outfit."
"Really?" Kimmy asked. "So you were jerking off to me?"
"Uh huh."
Kimmy was flattered.
"Would you like me to help you, Bobby?" she asked.
"Would you?!" Bobby asked, incredulous.
"Sure," she answered.
Kimmy walked over and sat on the bed. The young schoolgirl took
Bobby's hard, five-inch prick in her warm hand and started the same
motions that made his dad cum the previous night. Bobby leaned
back and moaned in delight as the schoolgirl babysitter jerked him
off.
"Oh, God, Kimmy, you're gonna make me shoot my stuff," he
moaned.
"Go ahead, Bobby. It'll make you feel better."
Kimmy was going to suggest that the boy cum in her mouth, but
she wanted Mr. Thomas to have the first opportunity. So she
grabbed a nearby towel and held it under Bobby's prick.
"Oh God...oh God...oh God..." he moaned.
Suddenly, he gasped. Kimmy felt his cock bloat in her hand just
before it shot a stream of cum onto the towel. She kept jerking
his cock as it emptied its load on the towel with several more
squirts.
When Bobby stopped shooting, Kimmy wiped his prick clean with
the towel. It wasn't as much gooey cream as his dad could pump
out, but she still enjoyed helping the boy to orgasm.
"Time to go to sleep, now, Bobby," she told him, as she stood up
and went to the door.
"Hey, Kimmy," Bobby called. "Could I put my dick inside you
next time?"
Kimmy smiled.
"We'll see," she said, as she turned off the light and closed
the door.
***********************
By 10:30, Kimmy was on her way home with Mr. Thomas. No sooner
had they left the driveway, than Mr. Thomas put his hand on her
thigh and slid it up under the hem of her plaid pleated school
skirt, reaching for her sweet pantied crotch.
Except this time, Kimmy wasn't wearing her panties. She had
taken them off and put them in her purse before they left, and now
Mr. Thomas' fingertips had found the soft, sparse curls of an
eighth-grader's pussy hair instead.
Mr. Thomas smiled.
"You're not wearing your panties, Kimmy."
"I thought you'd like them off this time," she said.
"You're right," he admitted.
He probed her soft muffy with care, pushing the tip of his
finger into her to get just a bit of her pussy juice. He used it
to lubricate her young, tender clit, rubbing it around gently with
two fingers.
Kimmy groaned in delight.
"God, Mr. Thomas, that feels so good..." she gushed.
He wiggled his wet fingertips back and forth across her sweet
love trigger, and Kimmy's breath grew steadily louder.
He felt her body convulse and shudder in orgasm.
"Oh, Mr. Thomas, I'm getting that good feeling again!" she
gasped.
"You mean you're cumming, Kimmy," he told her.
"Yeah, I'm cumming..." she mumbled, lost in exhilaration.
Mr. Thomas pulled his wet fingers out from under her skirt. He
found that same deserted parking lot and pulled off the road, then
turned the car off. As the dim streetlight filled the front seat
of the car, Mr. Thomas pulled his dick from his pants.
"Now, Kimmy, you're gonna suck on my dick," he told her.
"Okay, sir. Will you squirt your cum into my mouth, too?" she
asked.
"You bet, sweetheart. I'll give you plenty to taste."
Kimmy giggled, then leaned over to his lap, her legs spread wide
apart. Mr. Thomas pulled her skirt up again so he could admire her
nearly-smooth snatch while she sucked him.
The schoolgirl took firm hold of his nine-inch cock and stroked
it slowly with her hand.
"Put your mouth around it, Kimmy," he encouraged.
Kimmy slowly put his manhood into her innocent teenaged mouth
and sealed her darling lips around it.
"Now keep it in your mouth, but slide your lips up and down on
it," he told her.
Kimmy started to use her wonderful mouth on him. In and out, in
and out, she slid her lips up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Now suck on my cock while you do that, Kimmy."
She started to suck him, and suck him hard.
"Keep using your hand, sweetheart," he reminded her.
Kimmy started her hand jerk again, coupling that with her
sucking mouth. Her little dimpled cheeks caved in as she sucked
Mr. Thomas for all he was worth.
"God, Kimmy, I can't believe this is your first time..." he
moaned.
"You're so good..." he added.
Kimmy's mouth clamped down like a vise around his prick. She
loved the taste of his cock in her mouth, and enjoyed the feeling
of power it gave her. She could taste his pre-cum, and longed for
a full drink of his man-cream. Her hot mouth, her intense sucking,
her pumping hand would all milk Mr. Thomas to orgasm any minute,
she knew.
Kimmy heard his breathing grow quicker and louder. She knew she
was going to make him cum, because he did the same thing the
previous night. She waited for him to squirt his warm load down
her throat.
Mr. Thomas shook, unable to control his muscular actions. The
sight of the young schoolgirl in her uniform, sucking his cock for
all she was worth, was way too much for him. His balls ached,
waiting to release his cum into the little girl's hungry mouth.
"Oh, God, Kimmy, you're gonna make me cum again!" he yelled.
"Here it comes, sweetheart! I'm gonna squirt it in your mouth!"
Kimmy felt his cock spasm in her mouth, then felt a stream of
hot jizz splash against the back of her throat. She almost gagged,
but managed to swallow it before he shot more gooey white cum into
her virgin cocksucking mouth.
The eighth-grade schoolgirl worked Mr. Thomas like a vacuum
cleaner. The more cum he shot into her mouth, the more she
swallowed. Kimmy gulped down squirt after squirt of gooey white
fuck-cream, as fast as he could pump it out. Finally, the goops of
cum slowed to a stop.
Kimmy popped her lips off his cock and swallowed once more,
downing the last of his creamy fluid.
"You didn't even spill a fucking drop, Kimmy," he said in
disbelief. Mr. Thomas shook his head.
"Was I okay?" Kimmy asked, still holding his cock in her hand.
"You were better than perfect," he told her.
Mr. Thomas squeezed a couple more drops out, beading up on the
head of his bright red prick.
"You left some," he told her.
Kimmy looked down and saw a few beads of white on his prick-tip.
She bent down again and slowly licked them off with her tongue, as
Mr. Thomas moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, you sweet girl... sweet little Kimmy..."
The schoolgirl smiled at him with that cute dimpled smile, and
Mr. Thomas kissed her passionately on the lips. Kimmy opened her
lips slightly, meeting his tongue with hers.
She had never French-kissed before, and she felt a wave of
desire crash over her.
"Have you ever fucked, Kimmy?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"No, Mr. Thomas," she said. "Why?"
"Because I'd like to fuck you next time," he told her.
"That sounds like fun, sir," she answered, with that cute
schoolgirl smile.
Kimmy could hardly wait to have Mr. Thomas' cock in her virgin
pussy, and her mind swirled with her new discoveries. There were
many more cocks for her to suck, and she had to find them...
CHAPTER 3
Kimmy sat in her English class at St. Anthony's Junior High.
The teacher, Father Gordon, a strict man in his sixties, was as
boring as ever, and little Kimmy found herself daydreaming, as
usual in this class.
She sat in the last row of the class, which didn't exactly help
her to pay attention. She was wearing one of her new cheerleading
uniforms for the basketball game that afternoon, and she looked
absolutely stunning.
The eighth-grader's light brown hair hung to her shoulders, cut
straight across and curled under on the ends. Her bangs were full
and covered her forehead, ending just above her eyebrows. Kimmy's
bright blue eyes, thin lips and dimpled cheeks gave her an angelic
face of youthful innocence.
Her cheerleading uniform fit her like a glove. The white
sweater pulled in tightly across her tiny tits, with a blue
megaphone on the front and the white letters "SAJH" emblazoned on
it.
Kimmy's cheerleading skirt was bright blue, with sixteen
inverted white pleats. It was very short on her, and made of a
flimsy fabric, which made it dance high on her delightful, tight
little ass when she walked, flashing all those white pleats.
Her long, thin legs were encased in white knee socks with a
matching bright blue ring around the top, pulled up high just below
her somewhat-knobby kneecaps, and white tennies completed the
uniform.
As little Kimmy sat there daydreaming, her mind was fixated on
how she sucked Mr. Thomas off, and imagined him fucking her sweet
young pussy, as he had promised.
The more Kimmy thought about Mr. Thomas' long, hard cock, the
wetter and hotter she got. She squirmed in her last-row seat, her
tight cheerleading panties rubbing her clit as she moved. It felt
good, but she knew her squirming would get lots of attention from
the teacher and other students.
Kimmy spread her nice, thin legs at the knees. Her little blue
cheerleading skirt fanned out in white pleats between her legs.
She held her pen low in front of her, positioning the back end of
it against the skirt and wiggled it up and down, back and forth.
The small amount of friction through the skirt and panty fabric
was just enough to make her cum if she did it long enough. Kimmy
stroked her pen across her covered clit repeatedly, looking around
occassionally to make sure that the other students, sitting in
front of her, weren't noticing.
The cheerleading schoolgirl worked herself to the point where
she could feel her panties getting moist with her own juices. She
wondered if she could get herself to cum at her desk.
Suddenly, she saw Father Gordon look squarely at her, and
realized that she had been caught. She pulled her pen away and put
her knees together like a good girl, as Father Gordon scribbled
something down on a piece of paper.
"Kimmy," he called, "please take this down to the principal."
He held out the folded slip of paper.
"Yes, sir," she replied, as she got up and walked to him at the
front of the classroom.
She took the paper in her hand and walked out the door toward
the principal's office. As soon as she was out of sight of the
teacher, she opened it and read as she walked:
Father Nelson,
Kimmy Johnson was stimulating herself during class in an
unappropriate manner, and I am sending her to you for
punishment.
Father Gordon
Kimmy almost cried. She knew that she was in trouble, and she
could only hope that the incident would be kept a secret. She
tentatively walked into the principal's office, fearing Father
Nelson's reaction.
"Can I help you, Kimmy?" asked the secretary.
"I'm supposed to give this to Father Nelson," Kimmy explained.
The secretary picked up her phone and dialed him, telling him
that Kimmy had something for him.
Seconds later, Father Nelson opened his office door.
"Come on in, Kimmy," he invited her.
Kimmy walked in slowly and Father Nelson closed the door behind
them. They both sat down, the principal behind his desk and Kimmy
in a chair facing him.
"Now what can I do for you?" he asked.
"I'm supposed to give you this," she said, nervously, holding
the paper out for him.
Father Nelson took the paper in his hand and read it, then
looked at Kimmy. Kimmy was embarrassed, and didn't return the eye
contact.
"What were you doing in class, Kimmy?" he inquired.
"I was rubbing myself with my pen," she muttered.
"Show me how," he demanded.
Kimmy took a pen from his desk and demonstrated what she had
been doing. She spread her knobby knees apart, about shoulder-width.
Her little blue cheerleading skirt fanned out its white
pleats as she opened her legs. Then Kimmy mashed the end of the
pen against the skirt fabric at her covered crotch.
Father Nelson gulped as he watched the cute young cheerleader
wiggle the end of the pen against the front of her tiny skirt.
"You know you shouldn't be doing that in class, Kimmy," he
chided her.
"I know, sir," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Of course, you have to be punished, Kimmy."
"I know."
"I'll need to spank you for your immoral actions. Stand up,
Kimmy."
Kimmy stood up before him. Father Nelson felt the huge bulge
growing in his slacks, and Kimmy saw it, too.
"I'll go easy on you, Kimmy, because you've been a good student.
I'll just use my hand," he told her.
He stepped around the front of the desk.
"Bend over my desk, Kimmy," he instructed.
Kimmy obeyed, bending forward onto the desk. Her skirt pulled
up high on her tight little ass, showing her cunny mound puffed up
in her tight white cheer panties.
Father Nelson ruffled her soft white pleats, pulling the skirt
up even higher on her ass.
"Oh, Kimmy," he muttered, his voice trembling.
Father Nelson drew his hand back and slapped her firmly on her
panty-covered ass.
"Ouch!" Kimmy gasped.
He spanked her again, this time keeping his hand on her tight
little ass cheek.
"You're lucky your ass is so tight, Kimmy. That way it hurts
less," he told her.
He spanked her a third time, this time rubbing an ass cheek
through her tight white cheer panties.
"Ooof!" Kimmy groaned, noticing that Father Nelson's hand was
squeezing her ass.
She waited for him to spank her again. Instead, she felt his
fingertips reaching through the legband of her panties.
"Father Nelson!" she reprimanded, leaning up from the table and
looking back over her shoulder.
"It's okay, Kimmy," he responded. "Trust me."
Kimmy, her elbows resting on the table, looked back at him,
watching him as he reached up under her skirt and grasped the
waistband of her panties.
Father Nelson started wiggling her panties down.
"You shouldn't be doing this, sir," she told him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Cause you're a priest," Kimmy answered.
"But I have human desires, too, my dear," he said.
The priest/principal wiggled her panties down, till they fell to
her ankles, around her white knee socks and tennies.
"But Kimmy, I took an oath not to have sexual intercourse with
a woman," Father Nelson told her.
"So you're not gonna fuck me?" Kimmy asked.
"No, my dear. I just want to put my penis between your legs and
orgasm that way, instead of putting it in your vagina."
Kimmy was half-disappointed, but also happy, because she wanted
Mr. Thomas to be the first to fuck her.
"Okay, sir, go ahead," she approved.
Still looking back over her shoulder, she watched the priest
fish his already-swollen cock out of his pants. He fisted it up
between her thighs, just touching her pussy lips.
"Put your legs together, Kimmy," he asked.
Kimmy clamped her legs together, holding his meat firmly between
her tight teen thighs and her pussy lips.
Father Nelson groaned in delight and started pumping from behind
her. He scrunched the little cheerleader's skirt up in a pile of
blue and white on her back, the grabbed the sides of her tight
white sweater for leverage, pulling himself against her hard with
each thrust.
His legs slapped against the back of Kimmy's legs as he fucked
the young girl's thighs. Father Nelson began to perspire in his
uniform as the intensity of his thigh-fuck grew stronger.
"Oh my God, Kimmy, I'm going to orgasm any moment," he groaned.
"Do you wanna do it in my mouth, sir?" she asked, curious to
taste his semen, as well.
"Yes! Yes!" he gasped.
But before he could pull it out from between her legs, he
started to cum. A goosh of hot jizz squirted between Kimmy's legs.
As he pulled back from her, Kimmy spun around and dropped to her
knees.
Father Nelson's cum was squirting everywhere. Kimmy grabbed his
cock as quickly as she could and guided it to her mouth, but cum
flew all over in the process. With cum being pumped all over her
face, Kimmy finally got his prick in her mouth. The principal shot
a few final streams of jizz down her throat before his balls
finally ran out of fluid.
Kimmy laughed, with his cock still in her mouth. She could not
believe that a guy could pump out that much cream.
Father Nelson, laughed, too, looking down at the darling young
cheerleader. Poor Kimmy had cum all over her face, in her hair,
dripping from her chin to the carpet. More splotches of semen were
on her beautiful white cheerleading sweater.
Kimmy wiped his man-cream from her face and stood up. She felt
more cum from his first squirt as it dribbled down the inside of
her thighs and ran down onto the blue band around the top of her
white knee socks.
"I'm sorry, Kimmy," he apologized, quickly pulling tissues from
a box on his desk.
"It's all right, sir," she assured him. "That was fun."
Father Nelson smiled and winked at the schoolgirl cheerleader.
"Come back and see me anytime," he told her.
"You can count on it, sir," she replied, returning the wink.
CHAPTER 4
That night, Kimmy was asked to babysit for the Thomases again.
When Mrs. Thomas asked her over the phone, Kimmy could not help but
sound excited. She hoped she didn't sound too excited, however,
because she didn't want Mrs. Thomas to know what was going on
between her and Mr. Thomas.
Kimmy knew her period was about to start, and she hoped that it
would wait until Saturday. She stuffed a few hygiene pads in her
purse before she left for school Friday morning, just in case, and
wore one of her cheerleading uniforms for the game that afternoon.
Mrs. Thomas picked Kimmy up at school after the basketball game.
When Mr. Thomas came home from work, Kimmy was sitting on the
couch, anxiously waiting for him.
Mr. Thomas walked into the room. His eyes lit up when he saw
the young girl.
"Hi, Kimmy," he said, smiling.
His eyes devoured the sight before him. Kimmy lay across the
couch, decked in her cheerleading uniform. He had not seen her in
a cheerleading outfit before, and his cock nearly sprang out of his
pants in anticipation.
Mr. Thomas admired her as she sprawled on the couch. Her
long-sleeved sweater was bright royal blue, with two inch-wide white
bands down each arm, separated by only a tiny strip of blue. The
white bands ran up to the shoulders, and then down the front and
back of the sweater in a "V" shape. A tiny white megaphone with
the blue letters "SAJH" adorned the front of the sweater, above the
"V".
Kimmy's royal blue cheerleading skirt matched her lovely
sweater, pulled up high on her thighs as she lied there, with
sixteen inverted white pleats splashed out across the couch.
His eyes traced her uniform carefully. He could hardly wait to
see what color her little cheer panties were. Kimmy's thighs were
so thin and smooth, and resting just below her knobby little knees
was a pair of royal blue knee socks, with three thin white bands
around them, near the top. Her white tennies contrasted nicely
with her knee socks.
Kimmy smiled with her sparkling blue eyes, that darling,
talented mouth and the sweet dimpled cheeks. Her light brown hair,
parted in the middle, framed her face so nicely, as it curled under
her jawline on the sides and hung down in pretty bangs across her
forehead.
He wanted to fuck little Kimmy right then. He heard his wife go
into the backyard to see the kids before she left.
"I didn't know you were a cheerleader, Kimmy!" he said.
"Yeah, do you like my uniform?" she asked, softly.
"I love it," he whispered. "I wanna fuck you right now, my
little sweetheart."
Kimmy laughed, stopping as she heard Mrs. Thomas come back into
the house.
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Thomas called out to her husband.
"Yeah, I was telling Kimmy here about my photo equipment," he
said.
"She wants to see it," he added. "I thought I'd show it to her
before we left."
"Now?" Mrs. Thomas asked impatiently.
"Sure. It'll only take a few minutes," he replied.
"Okay, dear. I'll be waiting in the car, so hurry up," she
added.
Mrs. Thomas walked out to the garage and closed the door to the
house.
"Come on, Kimmy," Mr. Thomas said. "I want to show you
something upstairs..."
Kimmy followed Mr. Thomas up the stairs to his large den, where
he kept all his camera gear. He closed the door behind them and
locked it.
"You wanted to show me this stuff?" she asked.
"Sure, some other time, but right now I want you to suck me off,
my little cheerleader princess."
He started unfastening his pants while little Kimmy dropped to
her knees in front of him.
"I thought you were going to put your penis in my vagina," she
mused.
"I will, later tonight, darling. But I'm so fucking horny right
now, I need you to suck me off."
Mr. Thomas whipped out his long cock. It dangled, hard and
straight, in front of Kimmy's cute face. Kimmy took hold and
placed the head in her eager mouth. Her lips clamped around it and
she started sucking for all she was worth, knowing she only had a
few minutes to work his cum out of his balls.
He stood there, looking straight down at the girl. Her hand
grasped the cock-stem firmly, massaging it gently as she stroked
the entire length.
"Oh, God, Kimmy, you're wonderful..." he murmured.
Kimmy sucked long and hard, finally coaxing a bit of pre-cum
onto her tongue. The sweet-but-salty taste made her anxious to
milk every bit of his stuff out of his balls.
"Kimmy, you wonderful little cocksucking cheerleader..." he
groaned.
The schoolgirl cheerleader looked delightful, kneeling before
him in her little uniform, his cock plunging in and out of her
mouth. The end of her hair swung in rhythm with her mouth-fuck,
and soon she had Mr. Thomas exactly where she wanted him.
He was almost gasping for air by now, and Kimmy knew she was
going to get the tasty treat she was wanting.
Suddenly, they both heard Mrs. Thomas call from downstairs.
"Honey," Mrs. Thomas yelled up the stairs. "Are you almost
done?"
"Yes!" he shouted. "I'm coming!"
He stifled a loud cry as he arched his back and shoved his cock
deeper into little Kimmy's hungry mouth. His cock exploded, firing
squirt after squirt of creamy white jizz into her sucking mouth.
Kimmy choked a little bit, her mouth filling rapidly with a
mixture of saliva and cum, as his cock pumped its cream. She
pulled his prick out about halfway, so she could quickly swallow,
and he continued with a few more squirts of semen.
A few strings of sticky cum oozed out the sides of Kimmy's mouth
and dripped to the carpet, but she managed to swallow most of it.
Still grasping his cock firmly, she felt the spasms in it subside.
Kimmy sucked it dry, then pulled it out of her mouth and
squeezed one more time at the base, just above his balls, working
her hand forward.
The last beads of cum oozed out the piss-slit, and Kimmy caught
them with her tongue before they dropped to the floor.
"We've got to get going!" Mr. Thomas whispered.
Kimmy released his cock and stood up, licking the cum from her
lips, while Mr. Thomas hurriedly buckled his pants. Then they both
walked down the stairs, as if nothing happened.
"It's about time," Mrs. Thomas said, as she turned toward the
door to the garage. Mr. Thomas followed behind, patting Kimmy
softly on the ass through her soft pleats.
Kimmy smiled. She could hardly wait till the Thomases got home,
because she knew she was going to have her sweet little cherry
busted...
**********************
The Thomases came home early, about 9 PM. Kimmy jumped into the
car with Mr. Thomas and they started driving to her house. In
typical fashion, he had his right hand up under her little blue
cheerleading skirt in a matter of moments.
Kimmy giggled in anticipation, feeling the friction of his
fingertips through her bright blue cheer panties. She was so
anxious to have Mr. Thomas fuck her. Her tiny nipples grew hard,
nestled in that tiny bra of hers under the cheerleading sweater.
Mr. Thomas loved the feel of the lycra cheer panty fabric in his
hand. He reached a little under the legband, and Kimmy spread her
legs to give him more room.
"Do you want to do it in the same place, in that parking lot?"
he asked.
"We could do that, or we could go to my house," she offered.
"Your house?"
"Yeah," Kimmy answered. "My dad's out of town on business, and
my mom has to work until midnight tonight. There won't be anybody
home till then."
Mr. Thomas looked at his dashboard clock.
"That would give us at least two hours," he said.
"Yes, sir," she agreed, smiling at him.
"Okay, sweetheart."
"You are going to put your penis in my vagina tonight, aren't
you?" she asked.
"Yes, darling, tonight I'm going to fuck you," Mr. Thomas
replied. "It's okay if you want to talk dirty to me."
"You're gonna fuck me real nice, aren't you, sir?"
"Yes, Kimmy, I'm gonna fuck you really good."
"You're gonna stick your cock in my pussy, aren't you, sir?" she
said, excited by the dirty talk.
"Yeah, Kimmy, I'm gonna fuck your pussy with my big cock and
shoot my cum up your sweet little twat."
Kimmy giggled again. Mr. Thomas worked her clit through the
legband of her panties, rubbing it around, using her pussy juice to
lubricate. Kimmy's little chest heaved.
"God, sir, you're gonna make me cum again..." she muttered.
"Aaauugghhh!!!" she screamed. Her thin body convulsed as the
young girl was consumed in ecstasy. She grabbed the hem of her
cheerleading skirt, squeezing it hard as she came.
Kimmy's thin, sweet thighs trembled as the powerful orgasm
overwhelmed her. Her royal blue cheer panties were soaked, and she
didn't mind a bit.
Mr. Thomas pulled his wet hand out from between her thighs and
wiped it dry on his trousers, just as Kimmy's house came into view.
The lights were off as they pulled into the driveway, and Kimmy led
Mr. Thomas to the front door, opening it for him.
Kimmy locked the door behind them, then gave Mr. Thomas a big
hug.
"Come on, sir," she said. "You can fuck me on my bed with all
my stuffed animals..."
CHAPTER 5
Kimmy led Mr. Thomas up to her bedroom. It was painted bright
yellow, her bedspread a pretty floral print with frilly fabric
trim. There were a number of stuffed animals both on the bed and
on shelves nearby.
The eighth-grade cheerleader sat on the edge of the bed, and Mr.
Thomas sat next to her. He put his hand on her thigh and caressed
it softly.
"Are you gonna show me one of your cheers?" he asked.
"Sure," she said.
Kimmy jumped up and moved to the center of the room. Mr.
Thomas' eyes devoured the young girl, from her royal blue
cheerleading sweater with the white trim, down to her matching
royal blue skirt with the sixteen inverted white pleats, down to
her blue knee socks with the white rings.
Kimmy could see the bulge in his pants, and she smiled. It made
her feel so good to have that kind of power over men.
"Your thing is hard again, isn't it?" she asked, teasingly.
"Yes, Kimmy, all because of you," he answered.
Kimmy started doing some of her cheers. She jumped around in
her little uniform, her skirt dancing about and flashing its color
from her pleats.
"Yea, Bulldogs!" she shouted.
The young schoolgirl spun around, her short skirt rising to show
off her tight blue cheer panties. She did some high kicks, giving
Mr. Thomas short, peeking glimpses of her wet, panty-covered
crotch.
After several cheers in a row, she stopped and fanned herself.
"It's warm in here," she said. "Especially with this sweater."
"So take it off, Kimmy," Mr. Thomas suggested. "You'll be
cooler."
Kimmy smiled.
"You just want to see my breasts, don't you, sir?" she asked.
Mr. Tomas nodded.
"Yes, Kimmy, I'd love to see your breasts."
She reached down with both hands on the waistband of her sweater
and peeled it off over her head, then tossed it aside.
Tentatively, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then, a
bit embarrassed, pulled it off.
Kimmy's breasts were small and firm. The nipples were hard and
begged to be sucked. Mr. Thomas stared at them longingly.
The young girl blushed.
"They're wonderful, Kimmy," he told her. "I think you should do
some more cheers for me."
She smiled and started jumping about again with various arm
motions. Her firm, small tits hardly moved, the nipples jutting
outward. The topless cheerleader did a couple more cheers for Mr.
Thomas, then stopped, waiting for instructions.
"Okay, Kimmy, take your panties off for me," he ordered.
She reached up under her bright blue skirt, the sixteen white
pleats fanning out, and thumbed her panties down to her knees.
They dropped to the floor, and Kimmy kicked them aside.
Mr. Thomas quickly peeled his clothes off at the same time, then
sat back down on the edge of the bed.
"Come here, sweetheart," he said, patting the bed next to him.
Kimmy, dressed only in her blue cheerleading skirt, blue knee
socks and white tennies, sat down.
He turned to her and engulfed her lips with his, kissing her
tenderly at first, then slowly probed her young mouth with his
tongue. She responded, and soon both the man and the young
cheerleading schoogirl were passionately kissing each other.
Mr. Thomas' hand caressed her tiny tits, rubbing the nipples
gently between thumb and forefinger. Kimmy purred softly as she
felt his hands touch her virgin breasts. Her rock-hard nipples
rolled around gently in his fingertips.
Then Kimmy, still with her eyes closed, her tongue caressing
his, felt the man's hand on the inside of her thigh. He pulled her
down onto the bed slowly, slightly on top of her. She felt his
hand rustle the hem of her little skirt, then reach underneath, as
he rubbed the inside of her smooth thigh, all the way up to her
crotch.
Kimmy moaned softly as his warm fingers gently mashed against
her almost-hairless love nest. He massaged her pussy lips and
clit, already wet with anticipation. Then he reached a finger up
into her.
Her pussy was wonderfully tight, and his finger slowly slid up
into her young body until it mashed up against her hymen.
Kimmy was definitely a virgin, and Mr. Thomas was simply amazed
that a virgin girl could suck a cock so well.
"I think we're gonna need a towel, Kimmy," he told her.
She pointed to a closet across the room.
"There are towels in there," she told him.
Mr. Thomas jumped up and quickly retrieved one, then jumped back
onto the bed next to her.
"Are you going to put it in me now, sir?" she asked, a bit
impatiently.
"Just a minute, sweetheart. First, I wanna eat your pussy."
"You wanna what?!" she asked, surprised.
"Eat your pussy," he repeated. "Just lay down here."
Kimmy squirmed to the middle of the bed, lying on her back,
watching him with interest.
Mr. Thomas raised her legs at the knees, then spread them apart
wide. Her pussy lips gaped open for him, swollen and bright pink.
He pulled her little cheerleading skirt up out of the the way, the
blue and white pleats piled up high on her tight little tummy.
Kimmy saw his head dip down between her legs, then felt the most
wonderful sensation of her young life. His tongue lapped her love
hole and caressed her tender clit.
"Oh, God..." she gasped.
She knew she would never forget this moment. The friction of
his tongue was just right, and his warm breath against her teen
cunt made her quiver in delight.
"Sir, that feels so wonderful..." she gushed.
He ate the schoolgirl with a frenzy, building up the pace and
intensity slowly, until poor Kimmy was literally screaming.
She screamed over and over as her thighs shook uncontrollably.
Kimmy reached down and grabbed her legs, trying to stop the
involuntary reaction.
"Oh! Oh! Yes! I'm gonna cum, sir! I'm getting it! I'm
getting it! Awwwwwww God!" she screamed.
Her orgasm slowly subsided to a stop. Mr. Thomas pulled his
head out, with her cunt juice dripping from his chin. He smiled
and she laughed, looking at his drenched face.
"Sir, you're a mess!" she giggled. "You've got my juice all
over your face!"
Mr. Thomas wiped his face clean with the towel.
"Raise your hips, Kimmy, so I can get this towel under you," he
told her.
She complied, and he positioned the towel properly under her.
"Are you going to put it in, now, sir?" she asked again.
"Yes, Kimmy, I'm going to fuck you."
She smiled as he crawled up on top of her. Mr. Thomas
positioned the head of his cock between her pussy lips.
"It's gonna hurt a little at first, sweetheart," he warned her.
"Okay, sir," she acknowledged.
"But I'll be as gentle as I can, Kimmy," he assured her.
She nodded.
Mr. Thomas slowly slid the head of his cock into the young
cheerleader, then pressed it up against her hymen.
"Okay, this is gonna hurt a little bit," he said.
Kimmy bit her lip as Mr. Thomas punched his cock-head into her
cherry. She yelped and her muscles tightened as he firmly but
gently pushed his cock through.
Kimmy's eyes watered, and tears came. Mr. Thomas felt sorry for
her and tried to ease her moment of pain.
"Easy, sweetheart," he told her. "It's okay now, the pain is
over. Since this was the first time you've been fucked, your
cherry wasn't broken yet. It'll be painless from now on."
He wiped the tears from the young girl's eyes, and she smiled.
Mr. Thomas pulled his cock out, then back in again, this time a
tiny bit deeper. Then back out, back in.
Each time, he fucked a tiny bit more of his prick into the
darling schoolgirl. She was so incredibly tight, that he knew he
wouldn't last too long.
"Are you okay, now, Kimmy?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Thomas," she answered. "It feels fine, now. Keep
fucking me, sir."
He was only too happy to oblige, and soon his thrusts were
coming nice and steady, being careful not to shove his eight inches
all the way into her.
"You're so fuckin' tight, Kimmy, I'm gonna cum pretty soon," he
said.
"Oh no, sir, don't do it in me. I might get pregnant," she
responded.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I had a vasectomy about five years
ago. I can't get you pregnant," he informed her.
Kimmy nodded beneath him.
"Okay, sir, go ahead if you'd like," she consented.
"Yeah, Kimmy, I wanna cum in your sweet little cheerleader
pussy," he said.
Kimmy hooked her knee socks around his back as he rode her. The
sight of the man fucking the young cheerleader was absolutely
beautiful.
"Okay, Kimmy, any moment now..."
"Cum in me, sir. Cum in my sweet little cheerleader pussy."
Kimmy loved the sound of her dirty talk. It made her feel
hotter and nastier than ever.
Mr. Thomas groaned twice, pumped once more into Kimmy, and fired
his load. Kimmy felt his cock spasming within her and knew he was
pumping her full of his sticky white cream.
"Yeah, sir! Squirt your cum in me! Squirt it! Squirt it!"
Mr. Thomas pumped Kimmy's pussy full of creamy cum until it
overflowed her tender, deflowered muff. He stopped his fuck-stroke
and pulled his cock out of her her.
Blood and cum dribbled out of Kimmy's pussy onto the towel. He
mopped up the mess and dabbed her cunt with it, then folded the
towel so the fluid wouldn't ooze out.
Mr. Thomas leaned forward and kissed Kimmy, who just smiled with
those precious dimples.
"Thank you, sir," she said. "That was fun."
"No, Kimmy, thank you," he corrected her. "You've made me feel
like a youngster again."
He got up, wiped the blood and cunt juice from his sagging cock,
then started getting dressed.
"I've got to get home now, Kimmy," he said. "My wife will
wonder where I've been."
"I know, Mr. Thomas," Kimmy nodded.
The young cheerleader watched him finish getting dressed, still
lying there on the bed, knees raised wide apart, skirt pulled up
high.
"Bye, bye, Kimmy," he told her, blowing her a kiss. "I'll see
you again soon, I hope."
"I hope so, too, sir," she said, smiling. She watched him walk
out of her bedroom, then listened as he walked down the stairs and
out the door.
Kimmy closed her eyes, absorbing the moments which had just
passed. She had learned so much in the last couple of weeks, and
she knew there was still much to learn. Many more sexual
experiences still would await her...
CHAPTER 6
It had been almost a week since Kimmy's cherry-busting fuck with
Mr. Thomas, and Kimmy still thought about it constantly. Luckily,
she had started her period the day after, and now she was free
again to continue her exploration of sex.
She came to school, dressed in her formal school uniform, since
there was a special presentation to be given by the faculty of St.
Anthony's that day.
She had her soft, light-brown, curled-under hair parted in the
middle as usual, except today she had it pinned back along the
sides behind her ears, with her bangs hanging across her forehead.
Kimmy's outfit consisted of a blue blazer over a white long-sleeved
blouse with a high-necked collar. Her blue-and-white plaid
pleated school skirt rode higher on her thighs than most of her
fellow female students, showing more of her delightful legs to the
men and boys of St. Anthony's.
She wore blue cableknit knee socks that day, tugged up high on
her smooth calves and ending just below her dimpled knees. Her
blue-and-white saddle shoes completed the wonderful ensemble.
When Kimmy smiled as she walked, she was the envy of the whole
junior high. She kept a bounce in her step, causing the soft
pleats of her short plaid pleated skirt to swish from side to side.
She knew now what those looks from the male teachers were all
about: they wanted to fuck her.
Kimmy was on her way to lunch with her brown paper bag as she
passed the principal's office. She saw Father Nelson watching her
from just inside the office door, smiling and leering at her sweet
eighth grade body.
She returned the smile, and he motioned for her to come to him.
Kimmy stopped and turned, walking into the deserted office.
"Yes, Father?" she asked. "Did you want me for something?"
She knew exactly what he wanted.
"Yes, Kimmy. Step into my private office, please."
Kimmy smiled as she opened his private office door and walked
in, where he had dry-fucked her thighs and splattered her with cum
just a couple of weeks before. She knew he wanted more of the
same, maybe even to fuck her pussy.
She stepped in, only to find three other priests in the room,
sitting on the large couch. Another fellow girl student sat
between two of them, dressed in the same formal school uniform.
Kimmy recognized her as Amy, a seventh-grader who was tall and
very thin. She looked a little bit younger than she really was,
but that was because her long honey-blonde hair was fixed up in
braided ponytails, and she wore glasses and braces.
Amy's legs were spread wide-apart, and one of the teacher-priests
had his hand mashed into her white cotton panties. Another
had his hand in her blazer, fondling her tiny breasts through her
still-buttoned high-necked blouse.
The two girls looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed at
first.
"Hi, Kimmy," said Amy, with a sheepish grin.
"Hello, Amy," Kimmy answered.
"Both of you girls have been very nice to us," Father Nelson
interrupted. "And you will both be getting straight A's at the end
of the term."
"Really?" asked a surprised Kimmy.
"That's right, my dear. Of course, both of you must never tell
anyone about this," he added.
Kimmy and Amy looked at each other and both nodded in agreement,
smiling. They would both be getting top grades and some fun sexual
education in the process.
Father Nelson put his arms around Kimmy and pulled her tightly
to him. She could feel the bulge in his black trousers pressing
firmly against her. Father Nelson pressed his lips to hers,
thrusting his eager tongue into her sweet, young mouth.
The other teacher, Father Gordon, stood behind her and pulled
the back of her little pleated skirt up high, cupping her ass
cheeks through her white cotton panties.
Kimmy saw Amy move off the couch and onto the floor, being led
by the other two priests. Amy dropped to her hands and knees on
the carpet as one priest positioned himself in front of her and one
behind, both on their knees, as well.
Kimmy felt Father Watson pull down her panties from behind.
With her panties draped over her saddle shoes, she suddenly felt
hot breath on her ass. She felt him spread her ass cheeks with his
hands, and then felt his tongue on her asshole.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed.
She spread her legs wide apart for him as he ran his tongue down
to her almost-hairless cunt. The friction of his tongue on her
pussy lips made her tremble with pleasure, just as Mr. Thomas had
done to her.
Kimmy heard Amy groan, and looked over to her young schoolmate.
Young Amy looked darling in her little uniform, minus the jacket.
Her plaid skirt was pulled up high over her waist, her panties in
a tight roll around her thighs.
The priest behind Amy had just pushed his cock into the girl's
pussy. Kimmy saw him pull it out slowly and sink it back in again,
guessing that it must be eight inches long. She was impressed that
Amy could take the whole length of it, and figured that Amy must
have done this a few times before, anyway.
"Aauugghhh!" groaned Amy, grimacing and showing her braces as
the priest fucked her schoolgirl twat. He sawed his prick harder
and harder into her, slapping her tight ass hard with his thighs on
each fuck-stroke.
Kimmy's attention was pulled back to Father Nelson as he gently
pushed her down to her knees. But it was clear to Father Nelson
that Kimmy was enjoying watching one of her schoolmates getting it.
"Would you like to watch Amy?" he asked Kimmy.
Kimmy nodded sheepishly, and Father Nelson pulled her up to her
feet and led her over to the couch. Kimmy and her two priests sat
and watched Amy get hers from the other two priests.
Amy's braided ponytails and her pleated skirt swung forward and
back repeatedly as the priest behind her kept his fuck rhythym. At
the same time, the priest kneeling on the carpet in front of her
tried to get his stiff cock into the seventh-grader's brace-filled
mouth.
"Father Mulcahey's enjoying himself, isn't he?" Father Nelson
asked.
Kimmy nodded.
"Yes, Father. He's fucking Amy really hard, now."
Amy groaned each time Father Mulcahey hammered her tight, hot
snatch, her groaning muffled by the other cock in her mouth. The
two priests were timing themselves so that, when Amy would rock
forward from Mulcahey's thrusts, the other priest would shove his
hips forward and drive his cock deep into little Amy's mouth.
"God..." Kimmy gasped.
Little Amy was getting hammered from both ends, until she almost
choked on the cock in her mouth. She pulled it out and coughed
several times.
"Oh my God!" Father Mulcahey exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum!
"Please, Father, don't do it in me!" Amy begged. "I don't wanna
get pregnant!"
"I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!" he shouted.
"Please, sir!" she implored. "Do it in my mouth like before!
Just don't do it inside me!"
Father Mulcahey pulled his swollen prick out and rolled Amy onto
her back. He scurried up to her face, and so did the other priest,
who was jacking himself off furiously.
Kimmy thought sweet little Amy looked wonderful. Still fully
dressed in her formal uniform minus the panties, she had her knees
cocked high in the air, her little pleated skirt piled up on her
tummy.
It was such a nasty scene, with the young schoolgirl getting a
quickie from her teachers. She just lied there smiling at the two
cocks being hand-pumped above her face.
"Oh, God! I'm gonna do it! How about you?" the one priest
asked Father Mulcahey.
"Yeah, I'm gonna cum, too!" he gasped. "Open your mouth, Amy!"
The two priests pointed their cocks straight down at little Amy,
who obediently opened her brace-filled mouth for them, and let
loose with two groans. Sticky jizz squirted from both thick cocks,
splattering on Amy's innocent face.
Amy started laughing as both men dumped goops of cum all over
her face. She had semen going everywhere, all over her glasses, in
her blonde hair, dripping down her cheeks, on her braces...
"My, God..." muttered Father Nelson. "Look at that, Kimmy!"
Kimmy started laughing, too.
The two priests frigged themselves off to the last drop, and
poor Amy's face was coated in cum. The priest who had been fucking
her, straddled her and squatted down, pushing his cock at Amy's
mouth.
"Open your mouth, Amy," he said. "Suck the last drops out of
it."
Amy obeyed, and the priest pushed it between her gooey braces.
She sucked hard as he frigged down the length of his prick-stem,
squeezing off the last drops of cum into her young mouth.
He pulled it back out of her mouth, stretching a string of gooey
jizz until it snapped back onto her face. Amy just laughed, as the
other priest handed her a bunch of tissues to clean herself off.
"Okay, Kimmy, your turn," said Father Watson, lifting her from
the couch, then lowering her to the floor.
Father Watson reached up under Kimmy's school skirt and pulled
her panties down quickly. Kimmy lifted her ass so he could pull
them off. He flipped them aside, then tossed the front of her
pleated skirt high on her waist.
Kimmy watched as he fisted his cock, hanging outside of his
trousers, to her tight snatch. She felt the head of his penis pop
into her little cunt, and she bit her lip. It was only the second
time she'd been fucked, and it still felt a little uncomfortable.
Father Watson began fucking Kimmy hard, as everyone else
watched.
"I get her next," said Father Nelson.
"Fuck her, Father Nelson!" said Amy. "Fuck her good, sir!"
Kimmy looked over at Amy, surprised at the seventh-grader's
dirty talk.
Father Watson started banging Kimmy's sopping wet cunt as hard
as he could, thrusting all six inches of himself into her. Kimmy
was glad he wasn't any larger, but she was still enjoying it.
Kimmy wrapped her kneesocked legs around the priest, using her
calves to pull herself tightly against him with each thrust.
"Yeah, sir, fuck her hard!" added Amy.
Kimmy was soon panting hard. Father Watson was fucking her much
harder than Mr. Thomas had done, and she was getting exhausted, but
she was also having fun. She grimaced as she felt her young body
building to orgasm.
"God, sir, I'm getting it!" she groaned. "God, I feel good!"
Kimmy's thin body shuddered as his cock showed no mercy.
"
"Yeah, sir, fuck her hard!" Amy added.
"Don't cum in me, sir," Kimmy asked. "I want you to cum in my
mouth, instead. I wanna taste your cum."
Father Watson said nothing, just kept pumping his cock into
Kimmy, now with short, rapid fuck-strokes.
"Okay, Kimmy!" he exclaimed.
He pulled himself out quickly and jumped to his feet, pulling
her by the hand up to a sitting position. He pulled her head to
him, and Kimmy opened her mouth for him. Then he shoved his cock
between her lips.
Father Watson grabbed her by the sides of her head and started
pulling and pushing her head back and forth, fucking her mouth
hard.
Kimmy groaned a few times, uncomfortable at first, then enjoying
the sensation of having her mouth fucked. His cock wasn't that
long, so she wasn't worrying about him choking her.
"Fuck her mouth, Father!" cheered not-so-innocent Amy. "Cum in
her mouth!"
"Yeah, Kimmy, get ready..." he said.
Father Watson grunted and shot his load of spunk into Kimmy's
hungry mouth. It exploded against the back of her throat, running
straight down to her tummy. She felt his cock spasm again and
again, knowing that he was shooting his cum down her throat with
each contraction.
He pulled his dick out a little more, and at least she could
taste it now on the way down. It was a little bitter tasting, not
anywhere as good as Mr. Thomas' cum. A little disappointed, she
politely finished downing his load of cream, then smiled as she
pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Father Thomas milked a few final drops out of the piss-slit and
held it in front of her. She kindly licked them off.
"Okay, Kimmy, my turn," said Father Nelson.
"Okay, sir, how do you want to do it?" she asked.
"I'm gonna fuck you doggy-style," he said, and Kimmy laughed.
She got on her hands and knees. Still fully dressed in her
uniform, she watched the priest flip the back of her pleated plaid
skirt over her waist.
Kimmy felt him punch it into her pussy. He held her by both
sides of her waist and started a slow stroke, then got faster and
faster with it.
Poor Kimmy was so worn out by her first fuck, she couldn't enjoy
this one as much as she had hoped. But she also knew the more she
fucked guys, the more she would be able to enjoy it. She secretly
thought of a plan...
Father Nelson closed his eyes and pumped his dick into the young
girl, enjoying every second of it. The feeling of her tight snatch
gripping hard on every inch of his cock was ecstatic, and he had
wanted to fuck her for so long.
"I'm gonna cum, Kimmy," he said.
"Already, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, my dear. I'm much too excited to hold off any longer."
"Okay, Father, do it in my mouth again," she told him.
Father Nelson didn't answer, just kept on fucking hard into her
sloshing wet teenage pussy.
"Do it in my mouth, okay?" she repeated.
"Sweetheart, I wanna cum in your pussy!" he exclaimed.
"But, sir! I wanna taste your stuff! Do it in my mouth!" she
begged.
Father Nelson gripped her tightly, and she couldn't move. While
the others watched, he tightened his grip on little Kimmy, slamming
his thighs hard against the back of hers.
"I'm gonna cum in your pussy, Kimmy!" he told her. "I'm gonna
fill your tight little cunt!"
Father Nelson kept on fucking her from behind, his breathing
getting louder and shorter with each stroke.
"Okay, sir, do it in me, then," she consented, a little
disappointed that she wouldn't be drinking his cum. She had just
finished her period, so she wasn't concerned with getting pregnant.
Kimmy knew he was about to ejaculate, and she coaxed him the
rest of the way.
"Shoot it, Father. Shoot your stuff in me. Shoot your cum."
With a loud groan, he fired his first burst of jizz deep into
her sweet young twat. She could feel it pulsate within her, and
knew he was filling her with his hot cream.
His dick kept on pumping its load into the eighth-grade
schoolgirl as he continued fucking her, until it dribbled down the
back of her thighs.
Amy was giggling as she watched Father Nelson's jizz run down
Kimmy's legs.
"You fucked her good, Father," she chortled.
Father Nelson finally pulled his dripping penis out of Kimmy,
and all four men and the two schoolgirls lied there, relishing
their lunch hour of forbidden passion.
CHAPTER 7
It was Friday afternoon, and Kimmy was ready for the big
basketball game against St. Francis Junior High, the game for the
Catholic league championship. She was the first of the St. Anthony
cheerleaders to arrive at the gym, and spotted Coach McKenzie
studying a playbook on the first bleacher row.
"Hi, Coach!" she said, smiling.
Coach McKenzie looked up from his playbook at the alluring
cheerleader walking toward him. His eyes devoured her young body
with lust, and little Kimmy knew that he wanted her.
She smiled knowingly with those dimples, her almost-shoulder-length
light brown hair curled under, and her bangs combed out
evenly across her forehead. Kimmy's lipstick made her angelic
smile seem even sweeter to him.
"Hi, Kimmy," he answered, still taking in the delightful sight
before him.
"Do I look okay?" she asked. She turned around slowly, giving
Coach McKenzie a good look at her cheerleading uniform.
Her cheerleading sweater was bright royal blue across the top
half of both the body and arms, with a few blue and white stripes
below that, running across. The bottom half of the sweater was
white, on both the torso and arms, also. The sweater pulled in
tightly against her small tits, and was a V-neck, with a white
detachable collar.
Kimmy's skirt was a matching royal blue with eight white
inverted pleats. It ended extremely high on her thighs, barely
covering the glove-tight white cheer panties underneath.
Below those thin, smooth thighs were a cute pair of slightly-knobby
knees and white kneesocks with three thin blue stripes
around the top. The uniform was made complete by her all-white
tennies.
"Why, Kimmy, you look just fine to me," he told her.
"Well, this uniform's getting a little too small, because I've
grown this year," she told him.
Coach McKenzie looked at the tight sweater hiding her precious
little tits. She smiled again, because she knew she could drive
him wild.
"Well, Kimmy, I like it," he said.
"My skirt's getting too short, also," she added. "You can see
my cheerleading panties when I bend over."
"Oh?" he asked.
"Yeah, look," she said.
Kimmy bent over, facing away from him. As he watched in
disbelief, her little blue pleated skirt rose up high, showing off
her tight white cheer panties. Her cunny mound bulged between her
legs.
"Oh, God..." he blurted out.
Kimmy laughed, knowing she had the coach right where she wanted
him. She straightened upright and turned around, spying a huge
bulge in his slacks.
"Do you need me to help with anything in your office, while I'm
waiting for the game?" she asked, teasingly.
He knew what she was getting at, and he was only too willing to
go along with it.
"Sure, Kimmy," he said, with a smile. "Come with me."
The coach led her into the boys' locker room, making sure nobody
saw. They stepped into his office and he closed the door behind
them.
"We've got to make this quick, though," he told her. "The boys
will be here in a little while to get ready."
"Okay, coach," she acknowledged.
Kimmy joined the coach in an embrace. He pulled her tightly
against him, rubbing her belly against his aching hard-on. His
hand reached up under her skirt and squeezed her ass cheek through
her soft, tight cheer panties.
"How about a blow job, Kimmy?" he asked. "Have you ever sucked
a cock before?"
"Yes, coach," she stated, feeling her pussy getting moist from
the excitement of the moment.
"Would you like to suck me off?" he asked.
Kimmy nodded.
"Yeah, I'd like that, but only if we can fuck some other time,"
she told him.
Coach McKenzie laughed.
"Sure thing, Kimmy," he chuckled.
He unzipped his fly and pulled his swollen cock out, as Kimmy
dropped to her knees. She took it into her hand, caressing the
warm flesh softly.
"I promise I won't cum in your mouth," he told Kimmy.
"That's okay, coach," she said. "I like the taste of it, so you
can squirt it in my mouth if you'd like."
"Oh, God, yes I will," he moaned.
She closed her eyes as she slowly pulled his eight-inch cock
into her sweet, teenaged mouth. She sealed her lips around it and
ran her tongue across the underside of the head, sucking at the
same time.
"Oh, Kimmy..."
Kimmy started a slow mouth-fuck on him, sliding his cock in and
out of her eager mouth. She left lipstick marks on his prick,
marking the depth to which she was taking him in.
"Oh, sweetheart," he moaned. "You darling little cock-sucking
cheerleader..."
He stood there, slowly pushing his hips forward toward her. Her
hot breath and stroking tongue drove him wild.
Kimmy looked adorable in her little cheerleading uniform, on her
knees, sucking off the basketball coach. She could taste a couple
drops of pre-cum as it oozed from his piss-slit. It was very
salty, but she enjoyed it.
"God, Kimmy, I love fucking your hot little mouth," he told her.
Kimmy giggled as she sucked him, harder now, working her tongue
more aggressively.
"Yeah, my sweet little cheerleader..." he muttered.
Kimmy could hear his breathing get faster and louder. She
bobbed her head in and out on his prick, her light brown hair
swishing forward and back with each mouth-stroke.
"Oh, Kimmy, you're gonna make me cum if you keep this up!" he
gasped.
Kimmy cupped his balls and softly massaged them with one hand.
She stopped her mouth-fuck, just clamping her lips hard around his
prick-head and sucking away, using her tongue and jacking him hard
with her other hand.
"Oh, shit, you're gonna make me do it!" he groaned.
Kimmy kept up the sucking, tongue-wiggling, and hand-whacking,
getting faster and faster. She felt his cock swell even larger in
her mouth, and knew she was about to get a pre-game meal.
"Awwwww!! Shit!!" he screamed.
Coach McKenzie shuddered as his prick bloated and squirted a
load of cum into the eighth-grade cheerleader's hungry mouth.
"Oh, fuck!!" he groaned.
Kimmy felt his thick cock spasming in her hand as he pumped his
jizz down her throat. She could feel his warm cream as it splashed
across her taste buds, briefly tasting the saltiness before she
swallowed. More and more cum gushed from his piss-slit, filling
the little cheerleader's mouth almost faster than she could
swallow.
Finally, the coach's stream of jizz came to a stop. Kimmy
stroked his cock one more time, sucking the last drops out of him,
as Coach McKenzie moaned in delight.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
"Coach, are you all right?!"
It was Danny, the center on the basketball team. He had heard
the coach gasping and cursing, and just wanted to make sure his
coach was okay.
Instead, Danny saw his coach standing there in the middle of the
room, his pants undone, his swollen cock hanging out and being
grasped by a junior high cheerleader on her knees.
"Oops, I'm sorry, sir..." he stammered.
Kimmy had turned her head as the door opened, and just stared at
the eighth grade classmate, white cum coating her bright red lips.
"Sorry, Kimmy," the boy added, embarrassed and starting to close
the door.
"That's okay," she told him.
Danny stopped and looked at her.
"I'll bet you'd like this, too, wouldn't you, Danny?" Kimmy
asked, brazenly.
"Yeah, sure!" he replied.
"I'll tell you what, Danny," she added. "If you guys win the
game, I'll suck your dick, too."
Coach McKenzie laughed.
"If they win the game, I think they'd all deserve to get sucked
off," he chortled.
"Okay," agreed Kimmy. "If you guys win, I'll suck all of you
off down here in the locker room, afterward."
Both Coach McKenzie and Danny grinned from ear to ear.
"Sounds like a deal to me!" Danny added. "But what if we want
to fuck you instead?"
Kimmy shrugged.
"Whatever, it doesn't make any difference to me," she grinned.
"It'll be fun, anyway."
Kimmy licked the coach's cum from her lips, stood up and walked
out.
"I'll see you guys later, if you win," she called back as she
walked out, her incredibly short blue cheerleading skirt flashing
its white pleats as it swished teasingly from side to side.
CHAPTER 8
By the time the game began, the word of Kimmy's promise to the
team was spread among all the players. Kimmy could tell by the
looks she was getting from the bench, and she could only smile.
In a couple of hours, she knew she would be the most popular
girl in the junior high. Even if the faculty found out and
complained to the principal, Father Nelson, she knew that he
wouldn't do anything to punish her, because he had fucked her, too.
Kimmy was already fantasizing about taking on the fourteen
players and Coach McKenzie. Even if the team lost the game, she
would be visiting their locker room, she knew.
She took the floor with the other cheerleaders for the
introduction of the starting lineups for St. Anthony's. As she
cheered and jumped about with the introduction of each boy, she
made eye contact with each one and smiled.
The boys went back to the bench, and the school fight song was
played. Kimmy did her pom pon routine to the music, exaggerating
her movements, showing off as much of her white cheer panties as
she could for the boys and Coach McKenzie, who just stared at her
with vivid lust.
Her little blue skirt with the eight inverted white pleats
flipped about as she swung her hot little teenaged ass. Her kicks
were high, flashing her panty-covered crotch as her white knee
socks with the blue trim soared over her head.
Kimmy could feel her little pussy get incredibly moist with
anticipation. She wondered if the guys could see a wet spot
through her panties.
The game was a close contest, with the lead changing hands a
number of times. Finally, St. Anthony went on a 14-2 scoring run
in the last quarter. With just under forty seconds left and St.
Anthony's leading by 16 points, the two coaches began substituting
their bench players, acknowledging that the game was over.
Coach McKenzie looked over at Kimmy, and smiled. The little
cheerleader winked back, trembling with excitement. She couldn't
wait for the final horn to sound.
Finally, the game ended. The boys mobbed each other on the
floor, having won the Catholic League championship. The trophy was
awarded and the boys quickly took off for the locker room.
Kimmy waited for the other cheerleaders to start leaving.
Finally, when the gym had all but emptied out, she carefully made
her way toward the locker room door.
Making sure nobody saw her, she quickly opened the door and
slipped inside, carrying her pom pons. The boys were eagerly
waiting, sitting on the benches with Coach McKenzie. They stared
intently with lust at the daring young cheerleader.
Kimmy started to blush a little. She didn't know quite what to
say or how to start this.
"Would you guys like to see one of my dance routines, first?"
she blurted, somewhat clumsily.
"Yeah!" they cheered.
Kimmy smiled at their enthusiasm, and started one of her more
suggestive pom pon routines, while all the boys cheered her on.
Their encouragement was all she needed to get her confidence back.
She smiled as she watched the bulges in their shorts getting larger
and larger.
Her tight V-neck sweater, blue on the top half and white on the
bottom half, with a few blue-and-white stripes across the middle
and the white detachable collar, pulled up high with arm movements.
Her flat belly peeked from the gap between sweater and skirt.
Her blue skirt danced about wildly as she spun about and ground
her ass, flashing those eight inverted white pleats and her
incredibly tight white cheerleading panties.
The boys cheered as she put on the sexiest show she could.
Halfway through the routine, she reached up under her skirt and
peeled her panties off. As they fell around her white kneesocks,
she stepped out with one foot and then flung them across the room
with the other, to the gasps of the boys and Coach McKenzie.
Kimmy started a high kick sequence, each kick giving just a
teasing glimpse of her almost hairless pussy. She ended the
routine by facing away from them and bending over slowly with her
feet together. Her little skirt pulled up high on her bare ass,
with her sweet little cunny mound bulging between her tight teen
thighs.
The guys went wild. They flocked around Kimmy, kissing her and
fondling her body from head to toe. Some of the guys were rubbing
her firm little tits through her sweater, while others were
reaching under her skirt, squeezing her ass and rubbing her pussy.
Several of the boys peeled off Kimmy's tight sweater and
unfastened her bra, flinging both across the room, as well.
Kimmy's firm, round nipples stood erect as the boys' hands roamed
across her tiny breasts.
Kimmy was lost in delight, finding herself the object of all
this attention. She closed her eyes as she stood there, enjoying
the feeling of warm hands all over her young figure. She felt
fingers on her pussy lips, poking inside the wetness of her sweet
lovebox.
Kimmy could take it no longer. She had to fuck or suck
somebody.
"Okay, guys," she called out. "We might as well start. I'll
sit down on this bench over here and suck a few dicks first. If
you want me to suck you off, stand on this side, and if you want to
fuck me instead, stand on that side."
Kimmy gestured to both sides of the bench. Eight of the boys
ran to the other side, wanting to fuck sweet little Kimmy, while
six of them stood where they were, wanting the darling cheerleader
to suck their cocks dry.
"How about you, coach?" Kimmy asked.
"I'll do you last, honey," he told her, with a wink. "Let the
boys go first."
Kimmy smiled and sat topless on the bench, dressed only in her
blue cheerleading skirt with the white pleats and her white
kneesocks with the tennies.
The boys all undressed where they were. The first boy stepped
up to Kimmy, somewhat nervously.
"It's okay, Bobby," she told him, taking his small but firm cock
in her tender hand.
While the others watched, Kimmy sealed her lips around him and
started sucking him. Her dimpled cheeks caved in and her tongue
darted all around his prick-tip, while she started a good hand-jerk
on him.
Kimmy knew from hand-jerking Mr. Thomas' son that these boys
probably wouldn't last very long. She whacked away on Bobby for
only a few minutes, while he moaned in ecstasy, before he let loose
and dumped his creamy load into her waiting mouth.
Kimmy was a little disappointed at how little semen came out,
but knew she was making them happy, anyway. She licked Bobby dry,
then asked him to step aside.
The next boy came up. Kimmy smiled at him and proceeded to
repeat the same with him. This time, the boy lasted a little
longer and poured more jizz down her throat, but his cum didn't
taste very good.
The third boy hardly lasted a minute before he shot off, but he
gave Kimmy a good, long drink from his cock. She enjoyed his
taste, too, and milked his prick for every last bit she could get
from him.
"Mmmm, that was good," she told him.
As he stepped aside, she turned her attention to some of the
other guys.
"Okay, who wants to fuck me first?" Kimmy asked.
Danny was first in line.
"Hi, Danny," she said. "Are you ready?"
He nodded, while Coach McKenzie came back from his office with
a stack of towels, placing them behind Kimmy for a pillow. Kimmy
lied down on the bench, resting her head on the white towels.
The young cheerleader smiled with her cute dimples while she
pulled her little skirt up, pushing the white pleats high on her
waist. She spread her legs wide, displaying her bright pink, wet
pussy for the boys.
"Okay, Danny," she said. "Put your cock in me."
Danny squatted down and pushed the head of his prick between her
slick pussy lips. He punched his full six inches into Kimmy and
started fucking her hard.
Kimmy looked up at the handsome boy as he drilled her twat hard.
She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and raised her knees
high, her shoelaces swinging in rhythym with the fuck.
"That's it, Danny," she coached. "Fuck me... fuck me good..."
She could feel herself nearing an orgasm, when Danny suddenly
groaned and fired his wad up into her tight snatch. He stopped
abruptly, letting his cock squirt itself dry into her. Then he
pulled it out and stood back up.
Kimmy was glad that Danny had fucked her, but she would have
liked to have gotten off, too. Maybe the next boy would do it.
The next boy, a starting forward named Mike, lowered himself on
top of her and pushed himself into her pussy. Loud sloshing noises
could be heard in the locker room as his cock squished through the
jizz already in her cunt.
Kimmy giggled at the sloppy noises, but the boy was all business
as he rammed it hard into her.
Meanwhile, another boy couldn't wait any longer. Kimmy watched
him whacking himself by hand and knew he was going to jack off
before she could suck him.
"Come here," she motioned.
The boy scurried to her side, still beating his meat.
"Squirt your stuff in my mouth, okay?" she asked.
The boy nodded, and Kimmy opened her mouth wide for him. She
waited patiently for him to orgasm, and when he did, he pushed his
cock toward her mouth.
Cum splattered all over her cheeks, but he missed her mouth with
most of it. Kimmy scooped up most of his cream with her finger
before it ran into her hair, and licked it clean.
The boy fucking her was getting close to cumming and suddenly
pulled out of her, just as he shot off. His cum splattered all
over her tits and the underside of her pleats.
Coach McKenzie towelled her off as the other five boys continued
stepping up to fuck the sweet eighth-grade cheerleader. Each one
got off in a matter of only a few minutes, with all of them
shooting their cum into her sopping pussy.
When they had finished, Kimmy mopped up the mess from her cunt,
most of which pooled on the bench as it ran out of her when she sat
up.
The last two boys waited for their blowjobs, which Kimmy gave to
their satisfaction, drinking down every drop of creamy white jizz
that she could get.
Only Coach McKenzie was left, and Kimmy knew he wanted to save
the best for last. She pulled her legs high over her head, her
pretty white kneesocks cocked high, her shoelaces dangling.
"Come on, coach," she said, smiling at the man whom she had
already pleased once earlier.
Kimmy pulled her swollen, almost-bare pussy lips wide apart for
him, as he straddled the eighth-grade cheerleader.
"Fuck me, sir," she asked him, as he fisted his already rock-hard
cock into the darling young girl.
"Ooohhhhh..." she groaned, closing her eyes as she felt his
manhood slide up into her sloppy snatch, filling her juicy cunt.
The cum from the other boys squeezed out of her, pooling under her
ass on the bench.
Coach McKenzie gave her a nice, firm fuck. The boys watched
Kimmy get nailed by their coach, staring at the incredible sight.
Kimmy looked magnificent with her blue cheerleading skirt's white
pleats splashed up high on her tummy.
"Ooohhhh....ooohhhh..." Kimmy kept moaning, squeezing the hem of
her pulled-up skirt with both hands as Coach McKenzie drilled her
with short, measured fuck-strokes.
"Oh, God, sir..." she groaned. "You're gonna make me cum!"
He smiled down at Kimmy, whose breathing was getting faster and
faster. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting him to
give her a much-wanted orgasm.
"Yes....yessss...YEEEEESSSSSSS!!" she screamed, as her young
body shuddered uncontrollably.
"Oh, God, Coach, you made me cum!" she gasped, trying to catch
her breath.
"Good, Kimmy," he told her. "You deserved it."
He pulled his cock from her abruptly.
"Okay, Kimmy, stand and bend over the bench," he told her.
"I'm gonna fuck you doggy-style," he added, as Kimmy and the
boys laughed.
Kimmy stood up and bent over the bench, grasping the sides with
her hands, looking back as Coach McKenzie flipped her little
cheerleading skirt up over her back.
The coach grasped Kimmy's tight little ass cheeks and spread
them. He wanted to fuck her sweet little ass, but he didn't want
to hurt the sweet girl. So he pushed his prick into her snatch
again, this time from behind.
The coach and the cheerleader continued fucking, the force of
his thrusts driving her down toward the bench with each push.
"Hey, Coach, can you cum in my mouth?" she asked, wanting
another drink of his juice.
"Sure, sweetheart," he said. He fucked into her a few more
times, then pulled out and spun Kimmy around.
The girl sat on the bench in her skirt and kneesocks as Coach
McKenzie flogged his cock in front of her face. Kimmy opened her
mouth, tilting her face upward toward him, waiting for the tasty
treat.
She didn't have to wait for long. The coach gasped and groaned,
then fired his load. Thick, gooey strings of cum splattered into
Kimmy's mouth. Wanting to make sure she got it all, she sealed her
lips around him and jerked him off herself, sucking him dry like a
vacuum cleaner, as his cock squirted spasm after spasm of its cream
down her throat.
When she had worked the last warm drops from him, she pulled his
cock from her mouth.
"Kimmy, Kimmy..." the coach muttered, shaking his head from side
to side. "You're incredible."
Kimmy laughed and looked around the room at the drained penises
on all the boys, feeling very proud of what she had done, and
feeling very naughty at the same time. She couldn't wait to take
advantage of her new-found popularity.
She had learned a lot in a short time, but she knew there was
stiill much to learn in this fascinating subject of sex. One thing
for certain, as long as Kimmy could have a cock in her mouth, she
would be happy...
***** T H E E N D *****