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Kidnapped Cheerleader(f/f,b/d,n/c), Part Four
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Kidnapped Cheerleader - Part 4 of 4
As I continued to feast upon her glorious love box, Jennifer began
undulating her pelvis, pressing her pussy harder and harder against my
face. I did all I could to stay in time with her inexhaustible motions.
I could hear her excitedly trying to tell me something through her gag. At
first is sounded like, "Meck meve gun! Meck meve gun!"
Then I realized what she was saying.
"Make me come! Make me come!"
I immediately grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass for even extra leverage
then buried my tongue deep inside of her; moving it in and out with
jackhammer swiftness.
Suddenly, Jennifer's entire body began to spasm, thrashing uncontrollably
in the chair. She was breathing hard though her mouth; inhaling, then
exhaling at a rapid pace.
Her screams of terror and fear earlier that day had been transformed into
ones of erotic passion and unbridled pleasure.
She kept up this routine, for what seemed like an eternity, then her body
gave forth one final, ground shaking, climactic spasm. Then she went
completely limp not moving a muscle for at least 10 minutes.
I cautiously looked up at her hoping for any sign of life from her
exhausted body.
First her left eye sheepishly opened --- then her right. They were glazed
over and Jennifer looked as if she were a million miles away. Her face
shone like a diamond as glints of the late afternoon sun cascaded gently
on her angelic features.
I could tell by Jennifer's utterly serene and contented grin that she was
totally and completely satisfied.
Now it was my turn.
I sat on Jennifer's lap facing her --- breast to breast and pussy to
pussy. I wrapped my legs around her middle; my ankles meeting behind her.
Her bound hands held them for support; as she propped her knees under my
ass to provide proper balance.
I placed my right hand behind her head and drew it closer to me, all the
while unfastening the knots to her gag. With her mouth free and
unfettered, I gave her a passionate French kiss.
She tensed for a moment attempting to draw back slightly and I soon
realized the reason for her uneasiness.
"Don't worry darling. Yes, that's your own pussy you can taste in my
mouth. I hope it tastes as good to you as it does to me," I explained. She
let out an agreeing breath though her nostrils and I continued with my
lovemaking.
My left hand found its way down to my own pussy; stroking it with a
vigorous circular motion.
Jennifer heightened the mounting pleasure by moving her feet up and down,
in a right / left cadence, as if she were running in place. My ass bobbed
and bounced as a volcano was ready to erupt between my legs.
I was so excited by the whole event that I orgasmed in about in about
three minutes while wave after wave of feminine fulfillment enveloped my
entire body. It was the most gratifying orgasm I had ever had in my young
life.
Just like Jennifer, I too went limp, holding her bound body close to mine;
my head gently coming to rest on her accepting bosom.
I got up and fetched Jennifer another drink of water; took a shower and
got dressed.
We were so involved in our erotic adventure that we completely forgot to
watch the "big" football game. Our school won, but by not enough to cover
the spread; so everybody came out a winner.
I patted Jennifer on the head, she was still bound and re-gagged in the
chair, and told her, "Don't go anywhere, darling. I'll be back for you
later."
I made a bee-line for my boyfriend's house and when I arrived he led me to
the kitchen. There on the counter was the biggest pile of 100 and 50
dollar bills I had ever seen!
"Thanks for the tip on the game. I don't know how you knew, but thanks,"
he said.
"Tell you what," he added as he grabbed a small stack of bills from the
huge pile. "I'm going downtown and get straight with those blood sucking
bookies. Well, at least I'll have $95,000 left. When I come back, we can
celebrate."
I looked at him as he hurried out the front door, and said, "Don't forget
to bring back some champagne."
Well, that was six months ago and I'm sitting here, soaking up the sun on
this luscious, tropical island. What a life! A Margarita in my left hand
as I admire a shiny, new diamond engagement ring on my right hand.
Without warning, a the loving touch of a finger begins to slide it's way
up from my knee to my inner thigh. A set of pursed lips move closer to my
ear.
"There's a new French restaurant in town that just opened. Darling, let's
eat there tonight. Okay?"
I looked at the left to my lover who was cuddled next to me on a blanket
on the beach.
"Sure, Jennifer," I whispered back. "Anything you want."
THE END
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