Ned Plymm is a big man in town. Lawyer, civic leader, member of the city council and lots of other organizations, he's a big wheel.
He also has a big letch – for me.
Ned Plymm is a hometown boy, born and bred right here in Hamilton. After he came back from college, he settled here and made his home.
He's an alumni of the high school, and a big booster of school affairs. You'll see him and his family at every Hamilton High game, football or basketball.
Ned won't miss a game, and he and his family always take their seats in the front rows of the bleachers.
But that's not so much because he wants to root for the team and follow the game, as it is that he likes to watch us cheerleaders.
And who would blame him?
Let's face it – modesty is all very nice, but a girl doesn't get to be on the cheering squad unless she's one of the prettiest girls in the school.
Almost all of the girls on the starting squad of cheerleaders are seniors. There's only two junior girls on the first team, me and another girl.
I think that half the grown men who come to the games don't do it because they like sports, they do it because they like to look at pretty girls.
Well, we do put on a real show – better than the way the teams play, most times. And we get as many cheers from the crowd as the players do.
Ned Plymm never misses a game. There he'll be, in football season, huddled in a topcoat, beaming down from the front rows.
We girls cheer on the ground of the sidelines, in front of the bleachers and off the field, except for half-time, when we take to the field and put on a real show.
Most times during the game, though, we'll be right there, down in front, bouncing up and down and shaking our pom-poms – and a whole lot more.
We wear our cheering uniforms, with short pleated skirts. Under them, we all wear little white bikini panties.
When we prance around the field, and jump up in the air in a cheer, why, the entire crowd can see our panties under our dresses.
But Ned Plymm wanted to see a whole lot more – and do more, too.
Beverly was smart. She got in with the main crowd that runs the town, and partied with them, and threw a fuck to some of them.
She found out who they were and where they were coming from, and when she knew all she had to, she went into business.
Ned Plymm was one of her first customers from our town – most of the others had been old friends of hers from New York, the last place she had lived and I guess worked before coming to Hamilton township.
But after a while, she got established here. Ned Plymm was a good place for her to start. He's a real pussy hound, and he likes the young girls.
His daughters are even older than me, with the youngest of them in her sophomore year at college.
Well, he likes 'em young. He's had girlfriends on the side, like an eighteen year old cocktail waitress down at the Red Pony lounge.
But even though he's a married man with more than one girlfriend on the side, he still loves to chase after the skirts.
He doesn't mind paying for his playing, either. What the hell – he can afford it. A hundred dollars once every week or so surely won't bankrupt him.
Not to mention the fact that dealing through Beverly is a lot safer for him than chasing the girls at random.
With a whore, a guy doesn't have to worry about love, or her wanting to get married or get jealous or mess with his home life.
In my case, Beverly didn't even have to show him my pictures. He knew who I was.
Beverly fucked him, of course, like she fucked a lot of the main guys in town, and some of their wives and daughters, too.
She sat up on the bleachers during a basketball game. It was an away game, at a rival school, so Ned had come without his family.
Beverly just pointed me out to him. There I was, on the left end of the cheering line, jumping and clapping and shouting cheers.
She told him I could be had, and went for it all the way.
He got some that night, after the game. I got a ride back to town from Beverly. I had told my folks that I was going to a party after the game, which incidentally our team lost, which was too bad.
Anyway, I had my alibi in with Mom and Dad, who don't keep close tabs on me anyway, so I could stay out nice and late.
It was a Friday night, about eleven o'clock. I rode with Beverly. During the ride she had me open my jeans and pull them down.
The vinyl car seat was cool against my bottom when I took down my panties to let Beverly put her hand on my pussy.
The car seat – and me – soon warmed up. Beverly steered with one hand and drove me to distraction with the other hand.
She rubbed my pussy. The lips quivered, and I got wet inside. My nipples got hard, too. Beverly put her finger in me.
She finger-fucked me while she drove. I sat there with my jeans and panties pulled down to my knees and my body bare from the waist to the knees.
My thighs were spread and her hand was between them and she pushed her finger in and out of my pussy, which got wetter and wetter.
She told me all about Ned Plymm. This was a big deal for her, and for me, too. Ever since I was a little girl, I could remember seeing his name on posters at election time, and he was always in the local paper, too.
Beverly really wanted to get herself and the ring established with the big wheels in town, the inner circle of the dealmakers.
If things went well with Ned Plymm, we would really be on our way.
I told her that everything would go fine. I had to tell her between gasps, since what she was doing to my pussy was really turning me on.
But she didn't make me come. She fingered me till I was just on the edge of coming, then she took her hand away from my pussy.
Her fingers were wet with my juices. Beverly stuck her fingers in her mouth and licked them, tasting me.
I was real horny, since she had almost brought me off, but then just left me dangling. I started rubbing myself between the legs to finish the job.
She took my hand and firmly put it down on the seat.
"There'll be none of that, young lady!"
"Oh, but Beverly…"
"But me no buts, Debbie Sue. I want you nice and simmering for our fine Mr. Plymm. You'll save it for him, and not waste it here in the car."
"Maybe we could pull over for a few minutes at a rest stop or something, and, well, you know, get it on?"
I hoped we could, 'cause nobody but nobody can eat pussy like Beverly.
But she gave it a thumbs down, and kept on driving. I sighed and pulled up my panties and pants.
I got all sweated up during the game, 'cause we really work hard with all that cheering and jumping and running around.
Sometimes I think that we work harder than the guys on the team!
Anyway, after the game I had showered and put on my regular street clothes. I had my cheering uniform and sneakers in my gym bag.
Beverly had made sure that I had it. It would come in handy later.
We got to her house about a quarter after eleven. We had time, since Ned Plymm wouldn't be by until midnight or maybe later.
I could have gone for a drink or a reefer or both, but Beverly doesn't let us get high when we're working.
The customer can do whatever he or she wants, but we have to be in top shape, with our heads clear and alert – that's what she says.
But when we're not working, Beverly lets us have all the booze and pot and pills we want, and she supplies them.
We girls have had some really wild after-hours parties, I'll tell you!
When we got to the house, and were settled, Beverly told me to put on my uniform.
I wondered why, since it was kind of sweaty and not fresh. She said that Ned Plymm really wanted to do it to a cheerleader, and that he had asked that I wear the uniform. Well, it was okay with me.
I got undressed in the living room, in front of Beverly. I hoped that I would turn her on so that maybe she would go down on me.
When I was stripped, she did come up behind me and hug me. She cupped my tits and felt them while the nipples got hard.
Just when I was starting to glow, she kissed me on the back of the neck and let go of me and told me I had better hurry up and get ready.
So, I got all outfitted and sat in the living room, watching TV while I waited.
Around about midnight, there was the sound of a car pulling up. Beverly looked out the window, saw that it was Ned Plymm.
She told me to go into the bedroom and wait until she told me to come out.
I did. But I stayed on the other side of the door, with my ear pressed against it, trying to listen.
The house had a long driveway, which curved around the house and ended in the back yard, in front of a garage.
That was cool, since the visitors to Beverly's could park in back and not have to worry about their cars being recognized out on the street.
That was where Ned Plymm parked. He walked around to the front of the house. Beverly let him in, then closed and locked the door. He kissed her and they talked in the living room, but I couldn't hear what they said.
They chatted, though, that much I could tell. Once or twice I heard them laughing.
I felt all wet inside, wetter even than I had been when I was in the car and Beverly was fucking me with her finger.
That was a big part of the thrill of working for her. The money was great, but for me at least, the kicks were greater.
First of all, it really turned me on to know that I was going to be fucked by a man that I had never even met before.
Maybe that's wicked, but I didn't care. I haven't gone to Sunday school for a long time, or to church, either.
I've spent lots of time on my knees, but not praying.
Second, I was excited by the idea of selling myself – that a mature, successful and important man was more than willing to pay to possess my body.
Even though I was the one who would get fucked, it gave me a feeling of power, to be desired so very much that I was paid for.
I was all dressed up. I wore the standard cheerleader's uniform.
There was a tight long-sleeved white sweater, with a great big H for Hamilton High, sewn on the chest of the sweater.
My tits pushed the H way out of shape. I wore a bra under the sweater. I've got pretty big tits, well, not big like Tina, maybe, but pretty big. Tina's just a year or two older than me, but she's built like a Vegas showgirl. Lucky girl!
But Mother Nature's been pretty kind to me, and I've got a really nice set.
When I cheer, I jump and run all around, and my tits bounce, and without the support of a bra, they can hurt some times.
I wore a red skirt. It was pleated and there was white satin lining the folds, so actually you could say the skirt was red and white.
It reached down to the middle of my thighs. Below the skirt I wore white satin panties which were special panties for cheering.
After all, the panties have to be solid, so nobody can see through them and look at our pussies when we cheer.
These were the panties I had worn for the big game, so they were kind of ripe and sweaty, and the crotch of them smelled heavy of pussy.
Well, if that's what Mr. Ned Plymm wanted, it was fine with me!
Lastly, I wore white socks and a pair of brown and white saddle shoes. I also had a pair of shakers, you know, wooden sticks with masses of red and white streamers on them that I'd shake in the air when cheering.
Outside, Beverly took care of the financial aspect. She never has the money change hands in front of the girls, since she claims that it takes away some of the "magic" if we girls get too money-minded.
I don't think that Mr. Ned Plymm was out there in the living room for more than five minutes socializing with Beverly.
He was hot to trot, and ready to go. Beverly got up and came to the bedroom.
I didn't want her to catch me listening at the door, since it's not nice to eavesdrop, so I hurried from the door and sat on the bed.
Beverly came inside. I could tell from the way her face shone that she was really eager and excited about the way things were going.
She had a really good idea, which she whispered to me. It was real cute.
So, I hurried into the living room. Mr. Ned Plymm had his coat off and sat in an armchair holding a drink in a glass.
His face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning with the presents under the tree – I was the present that he would unwrap.
I went through with our cute little intro. The living room was small but not tiny, and there was enough clear space for me to do it. I cheered – for him.
"Yay, Ned! Yay, Plymm! Yay, yay, Ned Plymm! Ned Plymm, Ned Plymm, he's our man, if he can't do it, no one can! Yay!"
While I was cheering I gave it the whole production, swishing my shakers, bouncing up and down, calling, shaking my skirt.
When I reached the end of the cheer, the last "YAY!!!", I jumped up in the air. My skirt lifted, flashing my white panties.
Then I carne down and really brought it all home by doing a split on the living room floor, with my legs spread all the way.
That's one of my specialties, doing the splits – in cheering, I mean. I do them real good in bed, too, but in a different way.
As a matter of fact, that's how I lost my cherry – doing the splits. It was when I was twelve and practicing real hard to get on the junior high cheering squad.
I was a virgin but I came down too hard and enthusiastic, and something tore inside me and almost made me faint from the pain.
That was my cherry, gone forever. But it was good, since the first time that I got fucked, I didn't have to have my cherry at the same time, so getting a cock inside didn't hurt, no, not one little bit.
But that's another story… anyway, after I finished cheering and picked myself up from the floor, Mr. Ned Plymm helped me up.
He got out of his chair, laughing and clapping for me. He held out his big hand and I took it and rose to my feet.
"How do you do, Mr. Plymm? My name is Debbie Sue!"
"I do very well, Debbie Sue, very well indeed, now that I've met you! That was a delightful cheer, my dear, simply delightful!"
He went on: "You know, I haven't had the girls cheer for me like that since, well, since I was back in Hamilton High!"
"I'm sure they did an awful lot of cheering, too, Mr. Plymm. Some of the records you set back then haven't been broken yet, and they've got all your medals and trophies in the big display case in front of the auditorium!"
"That was longer than I care to remember, Debbie Sue – makes me feel like an old man."
"Old, Mr. Plymm? You?! Why, you're not old at all!"
"Well, it's so very kind of you to say so, Debbie Sue. I must confess, I feel like a young man, when I'm with a pretty girl like you."
"You'll make me blush, Mr. Plymm!"
Still holding my hand, he led me to the couch. "Sit down and tell me all about yourself, Debbie Sue."
He sat down. I didn't think that he wanted me to sit on his lap, not yet, but I waited before I sat, in case he did.
He patted the cushion of the seat right beside him and told me to sit down and I did. My thigh touched his.
He put his arm across the back of the sofa, and of course it was across my back, too. I leaned a little closer into him.
"I'm a great admirer of yours, Debbie Sue."
"Really, Mr. Plymm?!"
"Yes, indeedy. Many times I've watched you in the cheering line-up and said, 'that girl is terrific'!"
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Plymm, thank you very much!"
"I'll bet that you'll be the captain of the squad, when you're a senior next year!" He gave me a little squeeze.
"I sure hope so," I said. "That's what I want more than anything, and that's what I've worked for. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!"
Beverly looked in on us, smiling when she saw everything was fine.
"You two seem to be getting along wonderfully. I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted. I'll be in my room, so don't worry about me."
She said to me, "You take good care Neddy Plymm, Debbie Sue. He's a dear, dear friend, and one of our school's biggest boosters!"
"You don't have to worry about that, Miss Harker!" When I'm with adults, I always call Beverly "Miss Harker" – it's more polite.
Beverly said goodnight, went to her room, shut the door.
Mr. Ned Plymm was in the mood for a drink and went to the bar on the other side of the room. Did I want some, he asked.
No, I told him, I wasn't allowed to have any alcohol, since I was on the cheering squad, which was just like being in training on the boy's team.
Ned Plymm said that I was very sensible, that the booze was a bad habit and he wished he had the willpower to quit it.
He said that while he poured himself a double slug of scotch straight up.
He asked if he could get me some non-alcoholic beverage, so I said that I would like a little cola on ice, the cola bottle sitting right out in front.
Forget the cola – what I really could have gone for was some coke, but of course there would be none of that for me while I was working.
If I was a good girl and did a real good job of pleasuring Ned Plymm, maybe Beverly would reward me afterwards with some of her coke. She didn't take, the stuff herself, but almost all the girls did, and some of the customers, so she kept the stuff around. Tina had the connection for it, she's a real coke freak, and since she's Beverly's main girl, Beverly keeps plenty on stock.
I sipped my cola while Mr. Ned Plymm gulped his drink.
He had dark hair going gray. There was a lot of it. His face was big and round and red, with a thick nose.
His face got a lot redder after he swallowed most of his drink. His eyes were bloodshot and watery, and his lips were thick.
He was a big man, about 6'2". He was an athlete once, and still plenty powerful, but that big body of his had gained weight and gone soft.
Not all soft, as I found out…
He set his glass down on a coaster on the coffee table in front of us. There was next to nothing left of the booze.
His arm was across my shoulders. He hugged and squeezed me. He told me I was just about the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
He said that he was going to steal a kiss, and did. I held my glass of cola out away from me, so none would spill on him when he kissed me.
His big red face zoomed up with his liver colored lips all puckered for kissing. His breath was smelling like booze.
He kissed me with his mouth closed first, pushing his lips against mine. Then I opened my lips and he pushed his tongue in my mouth.
His tongue was big and fat and he shoved it in. His mouth was locked on mine.
He rubbed his tongue against mine. He put his hand on my bare thigh, below the hem of my skirt. His hand was heavy and steady.
Some of the guys I've been with, the straight married guys who don't do much or any cheating, are all nervous and trembling when they're with me, or any of the other girls. But Ned Plymm wasn't nervous – just horny as hell.
He squeezed my knee, then my thigh. He rubbed my thigh, pushing up my skirt, pushing it up to the tops of my thighs.
He put his hand between my thighs. I let my knees fall to the sides, opening my thighs for his hand.
He kept on kissing me. He touched my crotch. The white panties were thick and stretched tightly across my hips and my mound.
He rubbed my pussy through the panties. He kissed me hard and kept on rubbing. I moaned while his mouth was locked on mine.
He took off his mouth. His face was really red now.
I said, "You don't have to steal a kiss, Mr. Plymm. Just take it. You can take anything that you want from me – anything!"
"You're a sweetie," he groaned, "a genuine little darling, yes you are!"
He rubbed my tits through the sweater. The sweater was thick. I was hot in it and wet under the arms.
He pulled up the sweater, rolling it up to my neck. My tits were tucked into the cups of a white nylon bra.
He rubbed the tits, pushing them together so that they really got plumped up. He told me that I had a beautiful body.
He wanted to see more of it. I closed my eyes and whispered when I asked him to take off my clothes so I could show and give him all of me.
I held out my arms and leaned forward, while he wrestled the sweater off me, and tossed it across the back of the couch.
I leaned forward with my chest – my tits – pressing my thighs. While I was in that position, he opened my bra and took it off.
When I was naked from the waist up, Mr. Ned Plymm really started moaning.
My tits tumbled out and bobbed. The nipples got hard and stuck out on the tips of my tits. They were dark and red, while the tits were soft and white.
He put his hands on my tits and felt them up. He pressed his face against them and kissed and licked the nipples.
He wrapped his open mouth around a nipple and sucked it inside and then sucked some of the flesh around the nipple into his mouth, too.
The nipple was hard and throbbing like crazy when he sucked it. He rolled and pressed his tongue against it, and kissed and licked.
He put his hand inside my panties. He rubbed his fingers against my bush and worked his way down so that he was playing with my slit.
My knees were spread and my thighs open so he could do what he wanted.
After a while, he took his mouth off my tits and came up for air. He took my hand and put it in his lap so I could feel his hard-on.
I squeezed it. It was stiff. I gasped, like it was so big that I was in awe. It was a pretty good size, actually, but I've had bigger.
He opened his zipper and reached inside and fumbled around. He pulled his stiff cock so that it stuck out of the open flyhole.
It looked funny, that thick red thing sticking out like a tree trunk in the middle of his plaid polyester pants.
"Ooooh, that's so big, Mr. Plymm! May I – may I please kiss it?"
"Of course you may, dear Debbie Sue!"
I leaned forward and put my head in his lap. His thing was jerking around and twitching. Its head was hot on my face.
I kissed the head of it. Ned Plymm squirmed. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the head. He squirmed some more.
I took the whole head in my mouth, pressing my lips against the shaft. I licked and sucked and slurped on the cock head.
Then I put my head down, and took his cock deep into my mouth, just as I had done with Jeff the other day in his car.
He was thicker than Jeff, but his cock wasn't quite so firm, since Jeff's thing was like a bar of iron.
But there was still plenty of stiffness in this cock, and it swelled up even more when I took it in my mouth and started sucking.
I bobbed my head up and down. My hair fell on his lap and thighs. My lips pressed his penis and pulled heat into it.
He fondled my hair and head and shoulders while I sucked him. He leaned forward so he could reach up. I bobbed my head up and down. When I pulled my head up, all of his cock came out from between the lips but the head.
I always held the head inside my mouth. I sucked and slurped on it, just the head, really making him squirm and shiver.
Then, when it seemed like he couldn't stand having the rest of his cock outside my mouth, down went my head, wrapping the shaft with my mouth.
I tilted my head and opened my throat as best I could to take him nice and deep.
What I did to him with my lips and tongue really got to him. He slumped back in the seat and lay there with his arms stretched out from his shoulders and his hands holding the back of the sofa seat.
He moved his hips, the motion making crazy waves and ripples in the wild plaid pattern of his double-knit polyester pants.
I closed my eyes so as not to get distracted, and concentrated on sucking him.
I could hear him breathing hard and moaning. I could feel his cock getting hotter with each pass of my lips over it.
When he was going to come, he took hold of my head, his palms pressing the sides of my face. He moved me faster.
I took his thing all the way. My tongue was curled and wrapped around his cock. He came.
I pressed my lips against the base of his shaft. Fat veins throbbed. I pressed my lips real hard, forming a seal with my mouth.
He went all rigid, not just in his cock, but his whole body.
His cock head was stuffed in my open throat. He came thickly, in great quantities. I slurped and sucked and swallowed his come down.
It went down thick and slow, like mud. I liked it.
He stopped shaking and slid back in his seat, gasping like a beached whale. Sweat dribbled down his beet-red face.
I took his thing in my mouth and pulled on it with nice suction, drawing small drops of come from it after the main streaming flow died down.
His wide hips gave little jerks, pushing his penis deeper, to squeeze a little drop or two out of his thing.
He groaned, shuddered. Then he weakly fondled my hair and face and shoulders. He said what a good sweet darling girl I was, and lots of that kind of stuff.
At last he eased my head up, off his cock. I pushed my lips hard against his penis and sucked as I raised my head.
After all, I didn't want to have any drops of come leak from my mouth and fall on his pants and stain them with semen – he might have a tough time explaining that to his wife! So, I sucked up all the come and saliva smeared on his cock.
I gripped his shaft as I took the cock head out of my lips, so the shaft wouldn't jerk around and maybe spill a last drop.
His cock was thick, red, sticky, but not dripping. I held it and squeezed. He squirmed, and a drop of come oozed from the cock head.
It hung there on the red tip of the cock like a pearl, it was so big and fat and shining. I lapped it up and swallowed it down.
"What else can I do for you, Mr. Plymm?"
He rubbed my tits. "Just keep on being as sweet as you are, Debbie Sue."
"It's easy, when I'm with a nice man like you!"
Real girlishly I asked if I could tell him something. He said sure, go right ahead. I said that it was a secret – I would whisper it.
I leaned forward, my tits pressing his shoulder as I put my mouth up close to his car. His cock twitched when I breathed in his ear.
I whispered, "I want to show you my pretty pussy – and then I want you to make love to me, Mr. Plymm!"
Then I stuck out my tongue and licked the inside of his ear.
He moved around pretty darn quick on that couch. He eased me down on my back. It was a nice long couch with plenty of room.
I lay there on my back, with one hand hanging down and almost touching the floor. He lifted my skirt and reached for my panties.
He took hold of them and tugged them down off my hips. I arched my back and lifted my bottom so he could ease them off.
He pulled them down my hips, thighs, calves, and feet. They didn't come entirely off, but stayed stuck on my left foot, hanging there by the leg opening.
But they were only on one foot, not two, which meant that he could spread my legs. I lay there with my legs open.
I showed him my pussy. I was dripping wet, really sexed up.
Beverly had really gotten me that way, when she touched my pussy and rubbed and fingered it during the car ride from the game to her house.
She hadn't let me come, so I was really aching for satisfaction – not that I was necessarily going to get it.
After all, we – that is, Beverly's girls – we're there to give satisfaction, not to get it – any pleasure we get is purely a side benefit.
Which is another reason why guys are willing to pay for us. We're not like some cuties they pick up in a singles bar, say.
Unlike a grown woman, out on the prowl herself, we don't demand satisfaction. Men don't have to worry about pleasing us in bed.
I guess that's a real worry to some guys, trying to make their bed partners come. Takes a lot of fun out of it for them, I guess.
But we're not like that. The only one whose satisfaction counts is the customer. We see that they are satisfied.
Of course, some guys really get off on making us come, or trying to, at least. When a guy is into that, I do come, or at least make him think that I did, which is really the same thing, as far as he's concerned.
Sometimes a guy can't get hard right away. But it's no sweat. We just work on him until he does get hard. Sooner or later, they always do.
Then there are some really kinky guys – but I don't do those scenes, usually.
Tina handles them, especially the guys who want to be dominated. Sometimes she works with Beverly on working on a submissive guy.
I've done some scenes, like being spanked, or tied to a bed. But even that can be kind of scary, and I don't get off on it much.
Not like Tina, say – she really loves to whip asses!
Sometimes the guys want to have a girl at the session, a slave girl, so I join in, and suck the guy while Tina or Beverly whips his ass.
Basically, though, I don't go for that exotic stuff – fucking and sucking is my kind of scene, and action enough for me.
Then, of course, I really like to do scenes with girls, too – but that's a whole different kind of session.
Anyway, there I was, on my back with my panties down, skirt up, legs spread, and pussy ready and waiting to get fucked.
Ned Plymm took off his clothes. He took them off in a hurry. I closed my eyes and wiggled on the couch and moaned for him to hurry, 'cause I couldn't wait.
I was sweet and sexy, but not real whorish. Tina and Honey are better for that kind of scene, where the guy wants a real wild slut.
Ned Plymm was a big man. He was built kind of like a bear, with thick shoulders and a wide body and a big but and thick thighs.
His cock was plenty thick, too, even though I had just sucked him off. His thing stuck out from his hips, a great big rod of flesh.
His shorts fell to his feet and he stepped out of them and he was naked. His big dick bobbed as he got down on the couch and on me.
I held out my hands and reached up for him as he got on the couch. He stretched out on me, with his legs between my spread legs.
I had my left leg, the one with my panties hanging on the foot, dangling off the edge of the couch and down on the floor.
His weight pressed down on me. He was a big grown man and his weight pushed me down in the cushions, which were real thick and padded.
It was good that those cushions were so well padded, since they kept his body weight from pressing down too heavily on me.
His cock head was hot and swollen when it poked me between the legs.
He lay on top of me and kissed my mouth. He rubbed his cock into my pussy, pressing the shaft against the pussy lips.
He worked his hips back and forth, rubbing his penis against my slit, making his cock and my pussy lips get all hot.
He moved his mouth off mine so he could kiss and lick my tits. I sighed and gasped.
He raised himself up and reached under his hips and took hold of his cock. He pressed its head against my slit.
He rubbed the cock head against my pussy. He opened the pussy lips and then he pushed the cock head inside them.
"Ooooh! That's so big!" I moaned. "Please, Mr. Plymm, please be gentle!"
He said that he would be gentle, only that it was hard for him to control himself when he was with a beautiful girl like me.
But I know that it never hurts to tell the customer that his cock is too big for my poor little pussy – really strokes their egos!
His cock stretched me. I didn't need lubrication, since I was so juicy.
He looked like he was going to have a stroke from the excitement of putting his thing in my pussy.
He groaned and moaned and said how tight and hot and wet I was.
Wet I was, but he had to work his cock in slowly, shoving it in an inch or so at a time, cramming it between my legs.
His cock pushed open a passage in my pussy. He shoved his shaft in. His cock head bumped the pit of my pussy and then he was in as deep as he could go.
He moved on top of me, working his wide heavy hips back and forth, drawing his cock out of my hole until only the head was gripped between the lips, then shoving it back in all the way.
I wrapped my arms around his back, which was warm, fleshy, covered with sweat. I held on tight and moved under him.
I was active – Beverly always tells us to participate, not to just lay back like a dead fish and get fucked… except for those customers who want the girl not to join in at all, but to just fuck them.
But Ned Plymm was fairly straight, a lover of tight young pussy. I moved, grinding my hips against his, throwing my pussy up against his thrusting cock.
His belly got wet with sweat and slapped mine with a wet smacking sound each time he stuck his thing all the way inside me.
As he got more and more into it, he reached under me. He took hold of my ass, clutching each cheek in one hand.
He held me tight and really pushed his thing in and out, harder and faster.
I just moaned and squealed, turning him on even more.
Finally, at the height of the action, he shoved his thing deep in me and kept it there and shook on top of me.
He was coming. Wetness, thick and creamy, gushed from his cock head, filling me.
As he came, he moaned and groaned and shook. He shoved his hips forward, pushing his stiff penis in short hard jabs.
His body was all tight and trembling. It seemed like he would never stop coming!
But of course, he did. He sagged on top of me, his body loosening up from the release of coming in my hot tight pussy.
He kept his cock inside me for a while. He fingered my hair and face, touching them real lightly.
Me, I made like I had just had one of the heaviest climaxes ever! But I really hadn't come, so I was still unsatisfied.
His cock softened a little after a few minutes. He stirred, and maybe he was going to pull out, but when he felt how good my pussy was around his cock, he started thrusting again, tearing off a last piece.
His come filled my pussy from the bottom to the lips, and it sizzled and gushed around his cock as it worked in and out.
The second time he laid me, he did it slower and more relaxed, drawing out the strokes. He lasted for five minutes.
I still hadn't come – but I would.
After Ned Plymm climbed off me, and cleaned up and got dressed, and kissed me and Beverly goodbye, it was my turn for ecstasy.
Beverly and I were alone in her house after Ned Plymm left. He would return, again and again, now that he had gotten a piece of my pussy and discovered how perfect it was.
Beverly was super-pleased that everything had gone so well. She really went all out to show me how happy she was I had done a good job.
First she took me in the bath tub and washed me all over, especially my pussy, inside and out, cleaning out Ned Plymm's come.
She made me all fresh and clean – for her. It was my turn for pleasure and sexual satisfaction, and that's what Beverly gave me in her bed.