It was covered in a sparkling wetness and a trace of blood. She put it to her mouth and began to lick the fluid."Angel girl, answer me," she could hea... him yelling."What did you do to me?" She asked as she put the receiver to her ear. "I feel as if I've been raped. My pussy is so sore and it's bleeding." But you loved it!" He said cutting her off before she could say anymore. "It was the best fuck your cunt has ever had. Wasn't it?" I don't want to admit to that. But it was wonderful. I have. Maybe he doesn't think I read this stuff online?The truth about Dad's storyAt the time of that story, I was 17 years old and a varsity cheerleader in my junior year at a small high school in northern Virginia, never mind which one. I was the only girl who'd been on the squad since my freshman year. Monica, my best friend since third grade, and Carla were on the squad with me.Well, just about the only true part of that story is what Dad said at the beginning, that he was taking me to National. The way they were looking at me, I had seen that kind of look before. It was not probably how they should look at me. I am no angel, I have done a few things and been sexually active for a couple of years. I didn't mind the way they looked at me. It felt good, but also kind of naughty, and maybe that was why I liked it. The fact they are my friend's parents was kind of exciting. I remembered how Hillary had talked about my dad and thought that turn about was fair play. I looked Mrs. Fisher in. Just like the magazine described, her clit pushed out from under its protective hood.He began kissing her inner thighs, listening to her moans and gasps. He moved back to her pussy where he ran his tongue over her wet lips. Bella let out a deep guttural groan, and then he felt her hands on his head again; guiding him to the places, she needed him to be. He followed her lead and began licking her hot lips, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continued running his tongue up and down her.