Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8)

... down to the waiting vagina in front of me. Amanda was definitely a natural blonde: the blonde, heart-shaped patch of hair above her clit proved it. I was lined up and ready to push into her, but as soon as I tried, I realized there was a problem: Amanda wasn’t wet enough yet. I shook my head and pulled back a little while tapping Cherry’s arm. I whispered to Cherry, “She’s not ready; I don’t want to hurt her.” Cherry tapped Olivia on her butt and signaled for her to play with Amanda to get her more turned on. She understood and reached down to play with Amanda’s clit while kissing her on the neck and talking aggressively dirty to her. Still playing with Amanda’s vagina, Olivia whispered, “I love this pussy! You know why?” Amanda closed her eyes and said, “I know why…” Olivia said, “Tell me why I love this pussy!” Amanda said, “Because it’s for you!” Her fingers moved a little faster and Olivia asked, “Whose pussy is this?” Amanda replied, “It’s yours; it’s all yours!” Olivia’s fingers became a blur before she said, “Say my name: whose pussy?!” Amanda hummed and answered, “Olivia’s! It’s Olivia’s pussy!” Olivia asked, “And how do I like it?” Amanda continued to hum and answered, “Dripping!” Olivia said, “There it is—dripping just like that!” When Olivia pulled her hand away, Amanda was soaked; her crotch glistened even in the dark. Olivia planted a deep kiss on Amanda while stroking her hair. Cherry pointed my cock head back at Amanda’s vagina and we pushed it in with no ...

... difficulty. Amanda responded to the sensation, “Wow! That really IS warm,” before they went back to kissing. Olivia scooted back down in effort to rub her clit on Amanda’s. She achieved her goal, but in doing so, she had her crotch grinding on me as well. I quickly discovered that I could push for several strokes in Amanda before pulling out and quickly and smoothly pushing back into Olivia. So that was what I did for what seemed like forever. But my orgasm would not hit me. Olivia began to get tired and asked to switch positions with Amanda. I nodded ‘ok’ and they swapped places. Amanda’s breasts were very nice—even nicer than I had expected—but still not as perfect as Cherry’s. Olivia’s breast had grown since I saw them before, but they were still small; nice, but small. The next thing I noticed (besides Amanda having a nice butt, too) was that she had a ‘tramp stamp’ on the lower part of the small of her back. The tattoo spelled ‘Olivia’ in script letters, each one a different color of the rainbow, and the ‘O’ was actually two closely interlocked symbols for the female of the species. As far as ‘lesbian tattoos’ go, it was probably about as ‘cliché’ as they get, but at the same time, it was done really well and looked nice on her. Amanda took the same positions as Olivia had before and I returned to thrusting into one for several strokes before switching to the other. It was sort of like ‘Russian Roulette’, but instead of bullets, we were using semen. The only question was: who ...