Your eyes scan the landscape of my exhausted face, as you finish savoring the spoils of the efforts on your college girl. I am your girl, your cheerleader, your "Little Bit." And I have selected you to teach me how to feel pleasure. And OH! What a job you are doing! I am pleased with my selection.
"Squeamish?" you ask. "Huh?" I'm puzzled. You smile, as you stand, with your face still glistening. Then licking your lips, you dart out of the room.
"I wonder what he meant by that?" I think to myself, as I continue to catch my breath.
I must have passed out, because I'm startled awake by you standing next to me, watching me. "You're so beautiful," you say, as you sit on the chair you've dragged around. You stroke my hair and I turn my face to kiss your palm.
With stars in our eyes, we gaze at each other. Our sight then wanders to the bodies we are about to entangle. Your hand follows and rests on my right breast, thumbing the nipple through the fabric. I breathe in sharply, an affirmation of my sensitivity. You smile at me again and go back to playing.
I dizzily sit up, on the side of the table, with my legs hanging over, onto your chair. You have better reach now and you share your attention with both of my breasts. "Oh , I love this," I say as you run light circles around my nipples. You pinch and tweak and make me squirm and wriggle for you on the table.
You press your mouth to mine, lazily. I soak in the feeling of your warm lips on mine before kissing and sucking at yours. It's almost submission, on your part, as you let me slide my tongue past your lips. You accept, greedily sucking at my probing request. This is the one thing that you know I'm a little slut for. As innocent as I am in other areas, my mouth has been sucked and kissed by half the football team. You know! You hear them talk in the locker room. But they've never had attention like this!
Boys are young and greedy, only seeking to get themselves off. You, my sweet Coach, are not like them. You want to please me, to teach me how I should be treated. And oh, how we are enjoying the lessons! Your moan is almost a whine of passion as you lean into my kisses, deep and wet, sweet, and hot. "Gawd, I can't get enough!" I exclaim, before I sit up and swing my legs around.
I face you, on your lap, again. It's a marvel how small I look in your big hands. You slowly extend your tongue in a point and flick the nipple stretching out through the fabric. With one swift pass of the thumb, you slide my bra aside and bare my nipple, hard and ready. And after teasing them in turn with your hands, you return your mouth to them, and reach your hands around back to undo the clasp. I shimmy the straps off my shoulders, making my tits bounce for you, and toss the lingerie to the side. I have one piece of clothing left, which is probably stained by now. And YOU'RE overdressed!
My cheerleader skirt covers my butt, yet your hands seem to find it alright, grabbing yourself two meaty handfuls! You massage and exclaim, "I have been dreaming of getting my hands on this fine ass for ages!" I press back into your clutches, "and here it is!"
I attack your mouth, again, showing you I can give as good as I get! I've daydreamed away our night games, wondering what kind of lover you would be. And darlin' you do NOT disappoint! Our tongues dart in and out, around each other. Sucking and licking, we devour each other's mouths. I suck in your bottom lip and you return the heat by nibbling on mine.
I tear myself away from our kiss and you stare at my nipples rising and falling, as we catch our breath. "Stand up," I say as you catch me in the eye. You raise your eyebrow, so I repeat myself. "Stand up, I mean it, stand up!" I smirk into one of those half smiles. I bounce off your lap and you do as I requested.
I look up at you, as I slide your shirt back. Then I kiss your chest and reach my mouth to your nipple. "Agh! My nipples aren't usually that sensitive. What are you doing to me, little one?" I give a naughty little giggle and lightly bite the other, making you squirm, while I undo your belt buckle.
Sliding down with them, I guide your pants slowly to your ankles. I look up at you, all doe eyed, and innocent; as I reach for the cock head that's now peeking out the front of your boxers. "Oh," you call out, staring down, into my eyes with an expression of pleasure-pain. You want me so bad it hurts...but I am here to comfort you.
I push the head back in and slide your boxers down, and guide you to step out of these clothing restraints around your ankles. "Sit." "Yes, Ma'am," you tease, as your bare ass hits the leather chair. I lay my head on your thigh, just looking at your solid penis saluting before me. Intrigued, you start, "What are you..." "SHhh, I'm studying," I inform. You laugh at me as I continue my research..
Beginning with light one fingered touches, like a child poking at a discovery in the woods, I study the movements of your reaction to my attention. You glean that I have not played with a cock, so up close, before. My eyes are wide and gleaming at the twitches I am causing. I run the back of my hand over the soft skin of your shaft. Then the palm, "so soft," I coo. Then I cup my hand tight and watch your face, as I sink your head into the gripping fist. "OH!" Your exclamation of pleasure urges me on.
I giggle and let go, looking at you. Your raised brow begs for more attention. Taking my middle finger and tracing tiny circles around the opening on your crown, I'm playing in the liquid that is bubbling up to the surface. Cupping your sac in my hand, I marvel at feeling the weight and playing with the balls inside. I stroke you slowly, crown to stem and back up again. Your tension mounts as I get my face closer.
I kiss your shaft and you moan, placing your hand on my head. Again, I kiss, and you stroke my hair, with your sharp inhale. I kiss the head before taking it into my mouth and letting you roll over my tongue and hit the roof of my mouth. "OH," you shudder, feeling this wet appetizer envelop you. You grip my hair and release it gently with each rise and fall of my mouth.
"God I want to f..." You stop yourself looking into my innocent eyes as I impale my mouth on your cock. You watch these baby blues roll back into my head as my little moans and gags vibrate your prick.
