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YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER
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CHAPTER 3
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Jennie met her friend Angie Walker after school, and the two young
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cheerleaders walked the short distance to Angie's home.
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Angie was a sophomore, a year older than Jennie, and somewhat more
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sexually experienced, as well. She was about 5'5", and every bit as attractive
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as Jennie.
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Angie's brunette hair was thick and wavy, and hung to the middle of her
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back. Her smile was sweet and angelic, and her cheeks dimpled slightly.
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She had a well-curved body that featured a pair of firm "C"-sized
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breasts. They filled her white blouse and bright red cheerleading vest,
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bouncing as she walked down the street.
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Angie's ass was every man's dream, and sexily swished the pleats of her
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short red-and-white plaid skirt back and forth. Her white knee socks and white
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tennies only enhanced the beautiful image.
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The two lovely cheerleaders arrived at Angie's home. Mr. Walker had just
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arrived from work and smiled at the two young ladies as he stepped out of the
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car.
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"Hi, girls," he said, centering his eye contact on his daughter's younger
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friend.
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Jennie could feel Mr. Walker's eyes rape her, travelling up and down her
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lithe innocent figure. Though she had seen him a few times before, now she had
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the overwhelming feeling that her friend's dad was hot for her.
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"Hi, Mr. Walker..." she responded shyly, smiling and looking him straight
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in the eyes.
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Mrs. Walker came out through the front door of their home.
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"Angie," she said, "could you run to the store with me for about thirty
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minutes or so? I need you to help me pick out a birthday gift."
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"But, Mom," Angie replied, "What about Jennie? You just want me to leave
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her here?"
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"I'll be okay," Jennie assured her friend. "It's all right. Go ahead."
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"All right, Jennie. But I'll be right back," Angie answered. The young
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brunette handed her schoolbooks to her dad and walked to the car with her mom.
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As her friend pulled out of the driveway, Jennie realized that she was
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all alone with Angie's dad. She was curious about him. Would he really want to
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fuck her? The idea thrilled Jennie. Seducing her best friend's dad! What
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would Angie say if she fou out?
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"Would you like to come in, Jennie?" Mr. Walker asked, holding the door
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for her.
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She walked into the house in front of him as his eyes locked on her cute
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littl pleated cheerleader skirt which barely covered her bright red panties.
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Jennie walked into the living room. She looked at the clock on the wall.
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"Thirty minutes..." she said softly.
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"Pardon me?" Mr. Walker asked.
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"They won't be home for about thirty minutes," Jennie stated
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matter-of-factly.
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"That's right, Jennie."
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Jenny wanted him to fuck her. Her adventure with the teacher earlier had
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her so hot, she was dying for another guy's cock.
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Knowing that time was short, Jennie summoned all her courage.
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"Do you like me, Mr. Walker?" she asked.
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"Why, yes. You're a fine young lady, Jennie," he answered.
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"No, I mean 'would you want me'?"
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She gulped, waiting for a reply.
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"For what?" he asked, hoping for the answer he wanted.
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"You know, Mr. Walker... Would you want to fuck me?"
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She smiled at him, because she already knew the answer.
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Mr. Walker began trembling. She was tempting him unfairly, he knew, and
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he also knew he could not resist the charms of this delightful young
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cheerleader.
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He stepped up to him and boldly put a hand on his crotch. She rubbed him
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there for a few seconds, and he did not pull away.
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"Yeah..." he admitted. He wrapped his arms around his daughter's young
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friend and kissed her softly. His heart pounded as he pulled his lips away and
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reached under her flimsy little red-and-white plaid pleated cheerleader skirt,
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cupping an ass cheek through her tight red panties with his hand.
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"We'd better hurry, then, sir," she reminded him. We don't have much
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time."
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Mr. Walker walked quickly to the door and bolted it shut, then led Jenny
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by the hand to the family room.
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He lowered her to the carpet in front of the TV, shaking his head. He
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couldn't believe this was happening.
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"What's the matter, Mr. Walker?" Jenny asked, smiling.
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"I just can't believe this," he admitted. "This is a dream I've had for
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about a year now."
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"You mean you've dreamed about making love o me, Mr. Walker?"
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"Yes, Jenny..."
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Young Jenny lay there on the carpet before him, looking so perfect. Her
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long blonde hair splashed out on the carpet. Her red cheerleading vest, so
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tight over her white blouse, heaved in the air as her breathing grew heavier in
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anticipation.
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Jenny's knees were high in the air, pulling the hem of her little
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cheerleading skirt up high on her thighs. Her thin legs looked delicious in
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the white knee socks.
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Jenny spread her white tennies to the sides, then pulled her cute little
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schoolgirl knees apart, showing him her panty-covered crotch. She reached a
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hand down there and started rubbing her clit through her cheerleading panties
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while she watched Mr. Walker pull his pants off.
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Mr. Walker tossed his jeans aside and peeled his underwear off. His
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now-swollen, thick, hard cock wobbled obscenely toward her.
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"Let me take your panties off, sweetheart," he said.
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Little Jenny raised her hips as he grabbed the waistband with both hands
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and eagerly tugged the red panties off. He slid them over her thin, golden
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thighs and tossed them aside.
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Mr. Walker gaped at the sight of the young girl's snatch, already moist
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from her rubbing. It was practically hairless, swollen and pink, glistening
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with her juices.
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"Do you want me to take anything else off?" Jenny asked.
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"No, darling," he answered. "I love cheerleading uniforms, and I'd love
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to fuck you in yours, if you don't mind."
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"Whatever you'd like, sir," she told him.
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Litle Jennie smiled as he kneeled before her. She watched his head dip
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under her little skirt, felt his tongue and warm, moist breath on her teen
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cunny.
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"Oh, Mr. Walker," she purred. "That feels so good..."
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Angie's dad lapped gently at her clit, rubbing it from side to side. He
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slipped a f er into her moist twat, sliding it in and out as he tongued her.
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"Oh, God..." she murmured. She could feel her tight, young body
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convulse, her thighs shaking, as he drove her to ecstasy with his tongue.
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"OHHHH...YESSSS...OH GOD...."
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She screamed as she came. Her body shook uncontrollably.
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Mr. Walker slowly stopped his licking. When Jenny saw his head poke out
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from under her cheerleader skirt, she could see her pussy juice dripping from
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his chin. He smiled.
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"Fuck me, Mr. Walker," she begged. "I've got to have it now."
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He straddled her and fisted his big prick to her clit. He rubbed the
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cock-head in her juices, getting it nice and moist, then punched it into her
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little cheerleader cunt.
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It was incredibly tight, he thought. He pumped it in and out several
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times until he was able to sink all eight inches into her. Soon, he was fucking
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the young cheerleader good and hard, just like he had dreamed.
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Jenny, this is so good," he told her. His balls slapped her tight little
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ass as he punched her with quick, short strokes.
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"I'm glad you like it, sir," she answered. "I like this, too!"
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Jenny pulled her knees up high and wrapped her white knee socks around
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the man's back as he rode her.
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"Your pussy is so tight!" Mr. Walker complimented her.
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Jenny laughed.
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"You want to try another position?" he asked.
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"Sure," she answered.
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Mr. Walker pulled his dick out of her.
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"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.
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Jenny giggled as she did so. The little cheerleader looked great in her
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little uniform as she arched her back, pushing her ass high.
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"You aren't gonna put it in my ass, are you?" she asked, worried.
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"No, sweetheart, maybe some other time. I'm just gonna fuck you
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dog-style."
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Jenny laughed again as Angie's dad flipped her little pleated skirt up
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over her ass.
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Mr. Walker carefully nudged his cock into her pussy. In the nearby
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full-length mirror, he watched himself fuck the darling young blonde
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cheerleader in her uniform.
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"Mmmm..." she groaned. "I think we better hurry, though, sir. I don't
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wanna get caught."
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"Yeah, you're right, Jenny. But I'm not gonna cum in your pussy and take
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a chance of getting you pregnant."
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"It's okay, Mr. Walker, I'm on the pill...unless you'd like to do
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something else instead."
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"Yeah, I would," he answered, still sweetly fucking the young
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cheerleader.
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"I wanna fuck your mouth, Jenny?" he told her.
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"Are you gonna cum in it?" he asked.
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"Can I?"
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Jenny smiled.
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"Yes, Mr. Walker, you can cum in my mouth it you'd like."
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He pulled his dick out again and stood up. Jennie turned around and
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kneeled before him. She took his thick cock in one hand and wrapped her lips
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around it.
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Jenny sucked him like a pro. Her little teen cheeks dimpled as she
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worked the man's prick in and out of her mouth. She knew he couldn't last
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long. Little Jenny gazed into his eyes, enjoying the look of pure delight
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etched on his face
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"Oh, Jenny, I'm gonna cum!!" he yelled.
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Jenny pulled him most of the way out of her mouth and opened it. She
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stuck out her tongue, placing the tip on the underside of his prick-head and
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wiggling it around. She held her mouth wide open, anticipating his cream.
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Jenny's hand pumped furiously on him. She looked back and forth at his
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face and at his prick-tip on the end of her tongue.
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Mr. Walker was enjoying the moment immensely. The young cheerleader was
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going to make him cum, and she was doing it like a pro. Suddenly, he came with
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a loud groan. Jenny felt his cock spasm in her hand. A thick wad of jizz shot
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down her tongue into her sweet mouth, followed by another and another.
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Jenny imagined that it had been stored up for weeks, because there was so
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much of it. She continued hand-jerking him, and he kept shooting his cum all
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over her tongue and into her eager mouth.
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Mr. Walker watched the little cheerleader take his load. It splashed
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against her teeth, but she was careful to make sure that it all went into her
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mouth.
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Finally, the flow of semen stopped. Jenny swallowed the sticky white
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fluid, then milked the last bit out of him.
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She press her thumb against the underside of his cock, at the base, then
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pus d it forward to the tip. A few beads of jizz oozed from t piss-slit, and
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Jenny licked it clean.
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"You'd better get dressed, Mr. Walker," she reminded him. "Your wife and
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daughter will be here in just a few minutes."
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"Oh, Jenny, you're wonderful," he gasped.
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She laughed and bounced to her feet. Reaching down, she grabbed her
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bright red cheerleader panties and stepped into them, then pulled them up under
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her little skirt, tugging them into place around her young, shapely ass.
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"Listen, Jenny," Mr. Walker added. "I just got a camera and would like
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to try it out. Do you think I could get a few pictures of you in your uniform
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one of these days?"
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"Sure," she agreed.
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"Some friends of mine would pay you a lot of money to take pictures of
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you, too, and maybe perform for them."
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"Really?" She asked. "What do you mean perform'?"
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Mr. Walker smiled.
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"Whatever you'd like it to mean, Jenny."
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Jenny smiled. More than one man at a time? She tingled at the idea.
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"We'll have to do this again, Jenny," he added.
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Jenny winked at Mr. Walker.
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"You can count on it, sir."
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