0 comments/ 468065 views/ 88 favorites A Cheerleader Next Door By: SxxyLyssa I sighed and picked up the box cutter, deftly slitting the packing tape on the last box of the worst moving experience of my life. We, my wife and I, had moved from the east coast to the west coast for what was supposed to be a better job opportunity for the both of us. Outside, it was raining profusely and the weatherman was predicting more for the next three days...I tried to avoid the thought of dragging the cutter across my throat. "How's unpacking going, baby?" my twenty eight year old wife Monica came into the room, lugging bed sheets in her arms. She stood about 5'6 with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes, and a trim, athletic body. We had been married for going on six years; no children (God knows I wasn't ready for those yet, even though I was going on thirty-four) and a decent sex life though Monica was growing more keen to the idea of fucking for kids, rather than just pleasure. I could already see the upward hill I would be ascending in the coming year with her biological clock ticking away, but she kept an open mind sexually all the same. "Still hating it," I muttered crossly. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around me from behind, her small, firm breasts pressing against my back. Her hand slid down to my crotch, cupping it, then beginning to rub slowly, firmly. "Monica," I murmured. "We don't even have curtains up on the windows yet. I don't think we want to give the neighbors a show quite yet..." She ignored me and instead unzipped my jeans, slipping her hand underneath my boxer-briefs to wrap her warm fingers around my stiffening cock. I moaned and let her begin to stroke up and down the length of my cockmeat, her fingertips teasing the head of my dick, and waited impatiently while she knelt in front of me and tugged my jeans and briefs down to my ankles. "Don't want to give a show, hmm?" she said with a sly grin, sticking out her wet tongue and rubbing the now throbbing tip of my cock against it. I ran my fingers through her soft brown hair and tugged on a handful of it, sliding the full length of my eight inches into her hot, waiting mouth. She looked up at me with her sexy brown eyes as she suckled at my pole, her head bobbing back and forth, sucking harder, her tongue licking at the underside of my stiff prick. I groaned loudly and stilled her head, letting my hips do the work as I began fucking her mouth. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her hot hole, my breathing quickening as I moved faster, feeling her sucking, her lips tight around me, and I felt my cream shooting up to the tip of my shaft. "Monica," I gasped. "I'm going to cum...cum all over your face..." She turned me slightly to the right and I felt my stomach jump to my throat. I could see directly into the upstairs window of our neighbor's house, and they could see directly into ours. And she was! A girl, who couldn't have been more than eighteen, was standing in the window and looking right at us. She smiled as I stared in horror at her, and felt my cock harden even more in my wife's mouth the longer I looked at her. She had blond brown hair that was well past her shoulders, and though I couldn't see too much, she had big tits and was wearing a cheerleader's uniform, which was a short, pleated white skirt and navy t-shirt with a "J" embroidered on the front. "Monica..." I whispered. "There's someone...watching..." "Mmmm, isn't she cute?" Monica murmured, her tongue lapping up and down my rock hard dick. "I bet you would like her sweet little mouth around you, wouldn't you?" My balls tightened hearing the dirty word's coming from my wife. I fucked into her mouth faster, my meat pushing down her throat, and began to imagine the girl on her knees in her cheerleader outfit, hungrily swallowing my throbbing rod. "Mmmm, cum in my mouth," she whimpered. "Shoot into my throat imagining that little slut sucking you, Justinn." "Ahhh yes, suck it," I groaned, humping her face, feeling my load swelling. "I want to see her sucking it..." I couldn't finish my sentence because my cock began spurting unto my wife's face, shot after shot, my hot cum coating her face and hair. She purred in satisfaction and licked any remaining jizz off my softening tool, and I dared to look at the neighbor's window again, feeling a small stab of dismay when I didn't see her there. "Baby, you came so hard." Monica said, standing with a smug grin. "You like her?" I flushed and yanked my pants up, avoiding the question. "You've never done that before." She shrugged and set to making the bed. "You didn't like it?" "It's not that. It was just...new." I said carefully, shoving clothes into an oak dresser. I suddenly couldn't get the neighbor girl out of my head...whether it was seeing her watching, or my wife coming out with telling me to imagine her sucking me off, I wasn't sure. Maybe it was both. Over the next few days, Monica didn't mention the girl again. I was beginning to think it was just a momentary bit of exhibitionism she experienced, sucking me off in the window in plain view of a stranger. I glanced out the window several times a day, hoping to catch another look of my young neighbor, only to be left unsatisfied. One day, when the rain had finally stopped and the temperature soared well above the nineties, I was working on giving my car an oil change and was underneath the car watching the liquid flow out when I heard footsteps approaching. "Hey, baby," I called, thinking it was Monica home on her lunch break. There was a giggle, and I slid out from under the car, my eyes sliding up a pair of long, tanned legs, a pleated cheerleader skirt, a pair of big tits with nipples pushing through a sheer halter top, and a cute face with soft blond brown hair blowing across it. The neighbor girl! "Baby? But we just met," the girl grinned, her blue eyes squinting against the bright glare of the hot sun. "I'm sorry," I stammered, embarrassed. "I thought you were my wife coming home from her lunch break." "No problem. I was coming back from cheerleading practice, saw you out here, and wanted to come over and welcome you. I'm Valery, I live next door," she paused, a sly twinkle in her eyes. "But I think you already know that." Shit. I swallowed and wondered if I should apologize, but instead stuck out an oily hand. "I'm Justinn, and my wife is Monica, I'm sure you will meet her soon. Maybe when she comes home from work tonight, around five thirty. This is my day off." Valery took my hand and squeezed lightly, then withdrew it and grimaced, seeing it smeared with dirty oil. I mentally groaned. How much more a jerk could I look like today? "Do you mind if I use your sink?" she asked. "Sure," I said quickly and lead her into the house to the kitchen sink, the thought not even crossing my mind she was next door and just as easily could've went home to clean up. "Help yourself." I motioned to the sink. She smiled and brushed past me, her taut nipples sliding across my bare chest and sending electric shivers straight to my tightening groin. I watched her bending just slightly at the sink, her skirt moving up, showing the bottom of her tight little ass. "Did you want something to drink?" I forced myself to ask, my eyes not seeming to want to budge from her ass. She turned and I snapped my eyes up to meet hers, but from her smile, I knew she had caught me already. My dick tightened even more in my jeans, pushing against the zipper. "Sure...what do you have?" she asked, grabbing the soap and lathering up. I opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents. "Coke...water...iced tea..." "I'll take a coke, if you have one, too." She said. I took two from the fridge and waited while she finished up, handing her a hand towel when she was ready. It slipped from her hands and she cursed, bending over directly in front of me to pick it up. I inhaled sharply, the skirt hiking well up over her ass, revealing the fact she was wearing no underwear. I gazed wide-eyed at her shaven cunt slit, my dick as hard as a brick, and imagined dropping the cans of pop I held and shoving deep in the hot, tight depths of her pussy. My free hand moved to the front of my jeans and I rubbed my aching cock, biting my lip to cut off the groan that welled in my throat and knowing I was some kind of pervert for doing what I was doing. My hand dropped quickly when she stood up again and replaced the towel, and I lead us into the living room, taking a seat on the couch while she sat across from me on the reclining chair. "So where did you move here from?" she asked, opening her pop and sipping on it. "The east coast," I replied, trying valiantly to keep my eyes off of the length of her tan legs, as well as her sheer white halter, which kept little from the imagination. I saw a ring peeking out from her belly button underneath her halter. "You have your belly button pierced," I commented. "How did you talk your parents into that?" She shrugged. "I'm eighteen, they really didn't have much choice, but they don't mind now after they got used to it." There was a moment of silence, and Valery drew her right leg up, bringing her knee level with her chest. I almost came there in my pants seeing her pink slit, her legs open just enough to give me the view. The little slut, I thought silently. A cocktease. Valery had a small smile on her face, and I had an image of her spread eagle on her back, holding her wet cunt open, begging me to stick my cock inside her. She wanted it as bad as I did, I could feel it. "Well," Valery said, standing and setting her pop down. "I should get home, I have a game tonight, and I have to shower and all. It was really nice meeting you, Justinn." "Same here, Valery." I smiled and walked her to the door, shutting it behind me as she walked out and breathing a sigh of relief. It had been a long time since I had gotten a hard-on like this without physical stimulation, and she did it with a mere bend of her waist and lift of the leg. I wanted my little cheerleading neighbor big time. I went upstairs to shove a porno in my bedroom VCR and relieve myself of the huge load sitting in my balls. I slipped my jeans off and settled on my bed, wrapping my hand around my thick, hard shaft as the first scene opened to a girl taking it hard from behind, moaning lustily on her knees. I closed my eyes and pictured Valery on her hand's and knee's in front of me in her short cheerleading skirt, rubbing her nipples and whimpering for my big cock, and crying out in pleasure as I pushed inside her tight pussy, fucking her hard and deep. An idea passed through my head and I slid off the bed and over to my window, pushing the lace curtain slightly aside to look into Valery's window. She apparently had just emerged from her shower, because she stood in the window in a bath towel, brushing out her wet hair. I kept jerking my cock, my breath quickening, and let a low groan escape my mouth when she dropped the towel, standing naked. Her tits stood firm, nipples pointing straight out, and she shaved her cunt clean, because I saw not a hair between her thighs. Valery lie back on her bed and spread her legs wide, her hand reaching down to play with her pussy. Her middle finger began slowly rubbing her clit, moving faster as her back arched, her free hand pulling at a hard little nipple. I groaned loudly when she slid her middle finger deep inside her cunt, then another finger, and began finger fucking herself fast, her eyes closed, and I felt my cum pushing up to shoot. Valery jerked upwards as I came, shooting cum all over the lacy curtains, and I watched as her mouth opened in pleasure, her fingers slowing. She brought them up to her mouth and licked each one clean, her blue eyes turned to the window, knowing I was there. I drew myself away from the window, breathing heavily, the actions of the past few minutes fully sinking in. I observed the mess I made on the curtains and sighed, pulled my jeans on, and quickly cleaned it up as I heard Monica pulling up in the driveway. "How was your day?" I called out, the humid heat hitting me full force as I pulled the front door closed behind me. She yanked out a bag of groceries and grinned. "Long and boring." She replied and kissed me. From behind her I saw a red Cavalier pull out of Valery's driveway, and Valery waved at me as she drove off. Monica waved back. "Did you meet her?" she asked. I followed her into the house and watched her work around the kitchen, preparing to make dinner. "Yes. She's nice, a cheerleader at her school." "Really?" Monica raised an eyebrow and came to stand between my splayed legs, using her knee to rub against my crotch. I began to harden instantly, still turned on hardcore from my slutty little neighbor. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide from her shoulders, pulling her bra down, freeing her perky tits and lightly rubbing her hard nipples. I couldn't stand anymore teasing...I stood and pushed her to her belly across the kitchen table, pushing her skirt up to waist and yanking her pale pink panties to her knee's. "Fuck me, Justinn," Monica whimpered. "Put your cock in me!" I pulled my hard dick from my jeans and thrust deep inside her, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard and fast. I watched my pole slide in and out of my wife's wet pussy, covered in her juices, and couldn't help imagining it was Valery I was fucking into. "Make me cum..." she moaned hotly. "Fuck me...harder...please, Justinn..." I grabbed a handful of her curly brown hair and harshly pulled back, ramming my full length to the hilt in her grasping cunt and hearing her scream of pleasure. I was going to cum again...cum on my hot little neighbor's young, tight ass... "Justinn, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Monica cried and I felt her cunt contract around my pistoning prick, squeezing me, milking me, and I pulled out to shoot a load of my hot cream unto her ass. I held her down, smearing cum around with my cock, our breathing slowing, and for a moment it was Valery I saw when my wife turned to look at me. I blinked, and it was Monica again, smiling in satisfaction. Monica stood and straightened her clothing, setting back to making dinner. "I have to go away this weekend for business." She told me. "I leave Friday morning and should be back Sunday evening." I sighed and nodded. The thought of no sex for a whole weekend and being next door to a girl like Valery didn't sound promising. Sounded like a weekend with only my hand to keep me company. The next few days passed uneventfully. I didn't see Valery much save for her leaving for school in the morning and returning late at night, a different guy returning her each time. Monica left early Friday morning, my work day passed marginally fast, and I returned home the same time Valery was pulling into her driveway. "Hey!" she called, trotting over to my Pathfinder in her cheerleading outfit, her tits bouncing enticingly under a navy blue t-shirt embroidered with a white "J". "What are you up to tonight?" "Nothing exciting," I replied. "Monica left for the weekend on business, so I doubt I'll be doing much." The image of her on her back on her bed, legs spread, shoved its way into my mind's eye as we chatted. I swallowed and willed my deviant thoughts away. "I'm not doing much tonight either. Do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked. It seemed so strange, talking like nothing odd had ever happened between us. "Sure." I shrugged. "Come over whenever. I should be around all night." "Great. I'll bring over something." She gave me a smile and walked away, my eyes firmly glued to the glimpse of ass that showed with every sway of that short skirt. It would be a long night. I glanced at the wall clock, admitting to myself it was well past midnight and she probably wasn't going to show up. A curious disappointment settled over me and I flicked the lights off, trudging upstairs to my bathroom, deciding to toss off my horniness with a quick shower. The cool water soothed my nerves as it flowed over me, but I began to think of Valery again and my dick hardened instantly. A small sense of guilt pervaded me every time I thought of Valery instead of my wife, but I comforted myself by knowing it was just fantasizing, and what I had done so far couldn't be classified as cheating. I could never cheat on Monica. I didn't hear the shower curtain slide open, but I did feel the cool draft that slid over my wet skin. I turned to yank it closed. Valery stood with a sexy grin on her cute face, completely naked, twirling a lock of her blond brown hair around her index finger. "Sorry I'm late, Justinn." "V - Valery..." I stuttered, so shocked at the sight of her curvy, naked body that the thought of covering myself was the farthest from my mind. I suddenly realized that I hadn't locked the front door...not that it would help me now...did I think to myself only a second ago I could never cheat on Monica? "Started without me I see," she murmured with a glance at my hard cock and stepped into the shower, kneeling quickly in front of me. The gently spray of water wetted her hair and she slicked it back, the look somehow maximizing her rampant sex appeal. She wrapped her fist around my throbbing shaft, dragging her hand up and down my length, and then stuck out her pink tongue and slapped it lightly against its wet surface. I considered telling her to stop, but I knew I didn't want her to. This is what I wanted. "Suck me, Valery," I moaned. "Put my dick in your mouth." Her blue eyes looked up at me as she slipped my eight inches into her hot mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it and began bobbing up and down, sucking hard. I set my hand on the back of her head and pushed it forward, my cock sliding deeper into her mouth, nudging against the back of her throat. To my surprise, she did not gag, but continued taking me in, deep throating me, still sucking. "Ahhh, yes," I groaned, fucking into her wet, suckling mouth. "Suck my cock..." I was so close to cumming...Valery felt my cock grow in her mouth and she withdrew, using a slow stroke up and down my meatpole with her fist and lapping at the head of my cock. It was my turn now. "Turn and put your hands against the wall," I murmured. She did as told and stuck her ass out, her slit staring out at me, setting her feet wide apart and looking back at me when I knelt down behind her. I used my thumbs to pull her cunt lips apart, seeing her pink flesh beneath and the fuck hole I had fantasized about for the past week. She whimpered softly and pushed back, eager to feel me eat her young cunt. "Eat my pussy," she moaned hotly. "Let me feel your tongue inside me...please Justinn!" I slipped my tongue between her swollen pussy lips, lightly teasing her clit and thrusting deep inside her hot cunt, tasting her sweet juices as they flowed. I tongue fucked her hard, hearing her heated moans and pleadings, feeling her humping back against my face, rubbing her clit with at thumb as I ate her out. "Yesssss...oh yes...I'm going to cum...suck my clit..." Valery cried. "I'm cumming...cumming! Fuck me, Justinn, let me feel your fat cock in me..." I grabbed Valery and turned her around, pressing her against the shower wall and hiking a sleek, damp thigh up to my waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her blue eyes were filled with hot lust, and her tongue peeked out to lick her lips as I pushed the head of my dick against her steaming opening. "Fuck me," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock deep in me." Valery arched up as I began to sink slowly inside her, relishing her hot, tight insides wrapping around my throbbing pole, sucking me in. I sucked a warm, wet nipple into my mouth and gently nibbled on it, her hot breath in my ear as I fully filled her up. She was so fucking tight! A Cheerleader Next Door After 30 years in the military I finally decided to retire. At 50 years of age I was still in superb physical condition and young at heart. I owned a home not too far from the military base I retired from. I had lived there for several years, and liked it, so just stuck around after retirement until I decided what I wanted to do next with my life. Perhaps one of the reasons I stuck around rather than looking for employment elsewhere, was the horrible crush I had on one of the neighborhood girls. I had known Heather for years. Her family lived across the street from my house, and when she was a little kid, she used to always ride her bicycle back and forth in front of my house whenever I was out in the yard pulling weeds. Every time she saw me she would yell out “hello Mr. White.” She would do that sometimes even from the window of their home when ever she saw me go out for a jog, or pull out of my drive way on my way to work. I’d always said hello back to her, and had had a couple of conversations with her. Of course I was flattered by all the attention, but I had never thought of it as being anything but a little girl’s crush on an older single male—until she entered high school and started to fill out. In time I found myself thinking about her all the time. And on the days she didn’t yell “hello” at me, or ride her bicycle back and forth in front of my place, I felt a huge let down. In contrasts, the days in which our paths did cross were days of immense joy and exhilaration for me. I’d always been interested in women, but never had the time to date, much less get married. My military career kept me on the move so much that I was never able to maintain a relationship. Now that I had time on my hands, and stability in my life I suddenly realized how much I craved female companionship. I don’t like going to bars or computer dating schemes, so I just pinned away for a girl that was way too young for me to ever get near—and tossed and turned in bed at night. Heather made the cheerleading squad her sophomore year in high school. I found myself suddenly taking an interest in the local high school sports scene. I started going to all of Heather’s school’s football and basketball games—just so I could catch glimpses of her. She always waved at me when she saw me in the stands. And I found myself drooling at her cute legs when she did those dance routines in those short skirts cheerleaders wear. One day during her senior year, when she had turned 18, and right after I had retired, I was out jogging when Heather caught up to me on her bicycle. She rode along beside me as I finished my run. “Mr. White,” she said as I was gasping for breath. “I’m going to tryout for the College cheerleading team next fall and I need to learn how to do handstands. Could you help me?” Heather had a part-time job at the front desk of the gym where I worked out and had seen me do my handstands and other gymnastics. “S-s-s-ure.” I said, still struggling for breath. “Why don’t you come over tomorrow a couple of hours before dinner?” The next day happened to be a Saturday, so she didn’t have school. I spent the day cleaning house so things would look half-way decent. Promptly at four the doorbell rang. “Hello, Heather, come on in.” “Hello, Mr. White. Thank you so much for agreeing to help me.” She stepped in wearing her cheerleader skirt with a white T-shirt and sneakers. Her shoulder length blonde hair was done up in a ponytail. Her tits weren’t all that big, so she didn’t need to wear a bra. Her nipples were obvious through her T-shirt. With a great deal of effort I managed to keep my emotions, and my erection, down. I had her do a couple of calisthenics and stretches to warm up. Then a few push-ups. “Okay, now we are going to do the wheel-barrow exercise to build up your arms and shoulders. This will help give you the strength to do handstands.” This is an exercise we used to do in the military, where one person holds on to the ankles of the other who becomes the “wheelbarrow” and walks around on their hands with part of their weight being supported by their partner. With Heather lying on her stomach, I grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her legs off the floor. She giggled as blood rushed to her head. “Okay, start walking now,” I told her. Holding each of her legs on either side of my waist, I had a clear view down between her thighs to her cute white panties. As she struggled to walk on her hands, her whole body twisted from one side to the other causing her legs to twist in such a cute and erotic way. I was no longer able to control my erection. There was an obvious bulge in my gym shorts that I could do nothing to hide. “My arms are getting tired, Mr. White. Can I stop?” “Okay, since this is your first time.” I let go of her feet. She collapsed to the rug, then rolled over on her back to look at me. I was still facing her, and didn’t have time to turn away to hide the bulge in my shorts. Heather looked right at it. Her eyes bugged out of her head like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then she looked me in the eyes and smiled. I turned a hundred shades of red. “U-u-u-oh kay, let’s try some handstands now just for kicks.” I went over to the wall to demonstrate how to kick up into a handstand position, using the wall as a support for the feet until proper balance is learned. I was hoping the physical exercise would make my erection go away. It didn’t. In my upside down position, my crotch was just about eye-level with Heather—and she was standing way too close to me. When I came down to my feet, she had a wry smile on her face. “Gosh, Mr. White, I don’t know if I can do that.” “Just do what I did. Put your hands about a foot away from the wall, then kick up with your feet until you’re upside down.” She tried a couple of times, but couldn’t get all the way up. “You can do it Heather, you’re just afraid to go all the way up. Here, let me help you see what it feels like.” I grabbed her feet like when we did the wheelbarrow exercise and lifted her legs all the way up until her feet were straight up over her body. Big mistake on my part, if I wanted to keep my erection down. With her legs and her whole body upside down, her little cheerleader’s skirt flopped all the way down exposing every square inch of her panties. My erection went to full mast, throbbing. In order to place her feet against the wall, I had to stand right up next to her. Heather was a fairly tall girl, almost my height, so when I guided her feet to the wall, the huge bulge in my shorts pressed against her belly button. I felt terribly embarrassed about that, so I stepped back as soon as her feet were snug against the wall. Heather, trying to support her weight on her hands, started to wobble. She split her legs apart, almost falling over in the process. “Help me, Mr. White. I’m losing my balance.” I stepped up again to grab her legs. She had split her legs so far apart I couldn’t reach her feet, so I settled for her thighs. The touch of her smooth young thighs on my hands sent chills all through my body and made my cock throb against her belly button all the harder. I was terribly embarrassed to know she couldn’t help but feel my hard-on twitching and throbbing against her tummy. But what really set my cock to boiling was watching her panties get wet as I tried to work her legs back up to the upright position. She wasn’t cooperating much. “Come on, Heather; let’s get your feet back up on the wall.” Finally, she closed her legs, but only part way before letting her feet rest on the wall. “Come, let’s close up these legs,” I said, trying to squeeze her thighs together—but unable to take my eyes off the growing wetness in her crotch. She giggled, and her arms started to give out, so I let her down. She rolled over on her back. “Okay, let’s do some sit-ups now. Bring your feet in close to your rump so your knees are sticking up. I’ll hold your feet down. Put your hands behind your head and try to touch your elbows to your knees.” I knelt down and grabbed her by the ankles and leaned forward to put my weight on her feet. But, oh what a view! It was impossible to not look right up her skirt, her white panties standing out so clearly against her red cheerleader’s skirt. She couldn’t help but know what I was seeing, and with each repetition she did, when her elbows touched her knees and her face was close to mine, she smiled so sweetly. And her breath, coming hard after all the exercise, was like honey on my face. After the first couple of repetitions, she made no pretense of trying to keep her knees together, but spread them several inches apart—smiling all the more seductively at me with each sit up she did. Her growing wetness drove me crazy. And, then, there were those sweet, sexy smiles, and her knowing I was looking at her panties. Finally I could take no more. “Okay, Heather, that’s enough for today. You can come back tomorrow and we’ll push you a little more.” I let go of her feet. Before I had a chance to get up she wrapped her legs around me locking her feet behind my back. I was a bit off balance because I had just started to rise up. She yanked me forward in her scissors grip so I fell right on top of her. My stomach on her crotch, my face buried in her breasts, my lips inadvertently on a nipple sticking out through her T-shirt. “Ohhhh, Mr. White,” she said. And, the rising and swelling of her stomach and chest as she spoke felt like floating on a cloud full of angles. Her wetness steamed through my T-shirt scalding my stomach. She rolled me over on my back and sat on top of me. I put my hands on her beautiful legs, fondling up and down. Heather undid her pony tail, letting her hair fall free, then she bent down, lowering her face towards mine. Somehow my hands found their way up her skirt so I could fondle her butt. Her blonde hair cascaded down on my face like morning sunshine until I was enclosed by her curtain of gold. Her lips only inches from mine, I drank her breath in, smelled her sweetness--her sweat mixed with perfume. Her lips touched mine. Firecrackers went off in my head. I moved my hands up from her ass, one on her back, and one on her neck—to hold her close and not let her get away. Her tongue slithered inside my mouth. Volcanoes erupted all over inside my body. My cock, trapped in my jockey shorts, throbbed and screamed for release. The bulge of my desire pressed against her ass as she frenched me. Her erect nipples raked my chest through both of our T-shirts. She moved off my face and started kissing my neck. Her hand slipped up under my T-shirt, pulling it up. Then both her hands were under my shirt fondling my pectoral muscles. “Oh, Heather,” I moaned. “Oh sweetie pie, sweetie pie.” When she paused to pull my shirt off of me, I used the opportunity to stick my hands up under her T-shirt to play with her nipples. “Ohhhh Mr. White, that feels so good.” She giggled and wriggled her body back and forth and proceeded to take her own T-shirt off. “Ahhhhhh, so Beautiful,” I said. “Such precious little titties you have.” I fondled the flesh of her breasts. “And these nipples. Look how big and sexy they are, just like a couple of marbles sitting on your chest.” I used my thumb to bend them this way and that. She bent down to give me another tongue kiss while I played with her titties. Then she offered her little marbles to my mouth. My tongue shot out. Lick, lick, lick. First one, then the other. I flicked my tongue harshly at them, making them bounce. Then I sucked them into my mouth, pulling on them, making them grow. While I sucked and licked her titties, she reached down to feel my cock bulging painfully in my shorts. Then she was running her hands through the hairs on my chest and kissing my tiny nipples. She had scooted her crotch down so it rested on one of my thighs. Her thighs straddled mine and she began to hump her sopping wet panties on my thigh as she kissed and fondled her way down my body. She moved further down my body until her nipples were teasing the bulge in my shorts. Then she pulled my gym shorts down to my knees and started kissing my hard-on through my jockey shorts. “Ummmmmmm,” I moaned, my hands frantically trying to grab a part of her, any part of her that I could love while she mouthed my underwear, sending wave after wave of heat coursing through my body. She paused, but only long enough to pull my underwear down, and then take both my underwear and my gym shorts the rest of the way off my legs. I used that opportunity to get at her. While she pulled my shorts of my feet, I sat up, then grabbed her and pulled her down on her back. I climbed on top and ate her face out like she’d done me. Then I worked my way down her neck until I was sucking on her tits again. I reached a hand down up under her skirt to play with her pussy. Her panties were so hot and wet it was scary. “We’ve got to get these off you,” I said. “Please stand up for a moment.” I was sitting on the floor with my legs sprawled out in front of me. She straddled my legs and moved in close to my face. I fondled her legs again, running my hands up and down her beautiful skin. I kissed the insides of her thighs while my hands run up under her skirt to play with her ass. I pressed my face into her crotch to suck her cunt through her skirt and panties while I fondled her butt, and pulled her more strongly into my face. “Ngggggggg, nggggggg,” she moaned. Then I eased her panties down her legs. “Such a beautiful sweet pussy you have Heather.” I lifted her skirt and ran my index finger very gently up and down her slit. I kissed her salty, swollen lips. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. Then she shifted positions to pull her skirt and panties all the way off, toss them aside. No sooner did she have her skirt and panties off her feet than I was trying to cram my face in her crotch while playing with her ass. I tongued her slit up and down while pulling on her ass cheeks. She shifted positions, once again straddling me, except this time she had her butt in my face. I started kissing her ass cheeks like a maniac while playing with her pussy. With her butt up in the air, she bent over to tease my cock with her mouth. Her tongue shot out to flick at my hard-on, making it bounce. Flick, flick, flick. Then Lick, lick, lick, as she ran her tongue up and down the length of my shaft. I stuck my face between her legs and slurped away at her dribbling pussy. She took my cock her in mouth and started sucking me while I ate her and teased her clit with my finger. Her knees started to buckle, so she shifted positions again. She straddled my mid-section, while facing me. She pushed me down on my back, then slowly lowered herself until her pussy was directly over my cock. She grabbed my cock with one hand, and parted her pussy lips with the other. As I slipped inside of her, she looked at me with her most adoring eyes. I felt like my insides were turning inside out—but in a very beautiful way. The ocean of her wetness, so hot and sexy on my cock took my soul back to the beginning of time, the creation of the universe, the opening of the first egg of being. Heather continued to lower herself on my pole, swallowing me up whole inside of her. Galaxies exploded, stars plummeted this way and that, her eyes, her beautiful sparkling blue orbs glistened love at me. My hands played with her nipples, then they were on her hips as she fucked her slippery hot cunt up and down my cock. Supernovas exploded. Meteors crashed and whizzed. I shot my hot cum up inside of her, bathing her G-spot with my sticky sweet star juice. She squealed in delight, came, then collapsed on top of me. So ended the first of many exercise sessions. We’ve been getting together for our “workouts” now almost every day.