Have you ever been fucked?" No!" with emphasis, she replied."How about blow jobs? Ever give a guy one of those?" Once again, she shook her head."Have ...ou done anything?" he asked, almost in desperation."I let a boy feel my breasts from the outside of my shirt." Well, Sarah, I have a feeling that if you want to be a cheerleader, you will end up doing all those things tonight, and maybe more too. And we'll start with me."Bill Cantoli was eighteen years old, stood six foot seven inches tall and. " Georgette smiled wickedly at me. She moved up and put my hand on her large tit, then started to french me. Life started to return to my loins.But I could feel his lips move down my belly and to my thighs. Suddenly I gasped. He had taken me in his mouth. He sucked deep, hard yet soft. He fondled my testicles. One part of my brain was considering being appalled, but the rest of me was getting worked up to a frenzy again.I could feel a finger start to poke at my anal. I squeezed the tits so. My bra hung around me loosely and he shoved his hands onto my tits and I hit the roof. Great racking gasps exited my mouth as my nipples gloried in the attention. I started to rock on his soft but large cock, quickly glancing to see if the rubber was still intact. I screeched as he nipped my swollen buds and he shushed me, his eyes glancing to the door. "There's no one there Dad, but if you nip them I'll fucking scream it's so good," I told him."Urgh, Oh yeah darling. Oh yeaaaaahhhhh!" he. ”“Aaarrgh! Claire!” I bellowed as my balls jumped and my prick began to belch huge wads of spunk into her belly. I hammered her hard with every shot, and she used her legs to keep me as deep as possible while the torrent flowed, pulse after pulse into her welcoming snatch.I’d forgotten about Jazz. I’d forgotten about everything else but pumping Claire as full of my baby-makers as possible, so I was surprised when I felt her hand on my back, gently stroking, as she leant down and spoke softly to.