1. Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 3)


    Date: 9/23/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Erotica, Hardcore, Male/Teen Female, Romance, School, Young, Author: Muke Hunt Hz, Rating: 96.1, Source: sexstories.com

    I was just as alone as I was supposed to be. The tapping was my own heartbeat pulsing against my wounds. A few minutes later, I got a text from Cherry. “Good morning <3! R U Up?” I texted back, “Good morning! Yeah-just woke up. How’d it go last night?” She responded, “Gr8. If U like being in prison ‘til U R 85! LOL!” I texted back, “I’m sorry!” She replied, “JK. Two weeks.” “Could have been worse…” I responded. Instead of texting back, Cherry opted to call me and filled me in on the details of what happened with her mom. She said her mom wasn’t really mad at her but just really ‘disappointed’. Cherry didn’t try to defend her actions or make excuses and that helped to defuse the situation—which is probably why she was only grounded for two weeks. It was going to be a long two weeks, but neither of us intended to go two weeks without seeing each other. Cherry arrived at school and had to go; leaving me to my own devices. Not sure what to do with myself, I turned on my computer to go online. After staring at my default search engine’s home screen for about 5 minutes without a shred of inspiration of what to surf, I turned the computer off and set about doing busy work around the apartment. It’s amazing what you find when you have nothing better to do than clean your home. While dusting the tops of the kitchen cabinets (something I’d NEVER done since moving in) I found a one hundred dollar bill up there covered in god knows how many layers of dust! I certainly didn’t put it up ...
    there and I wondered how many tenants had moved in/out without having discovered it. Growing tired of cleaning and not having much else to clean anyway, I decided to take a nap. I was sound asleep when I felt someone tapping on my shoulder again. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder, knowing that it was just my heart beat and nothing more. To my utter shock, there was someone there this time: it was little Katie tapping at my shoulder. She looked just like she had in the car; eyes wide with pupils dilated and her body a bloody mess. I sat up to look at her and saw she was standing in a streak of blood and human flesh on the road. “David?” she asked me weakly. “Where’s Momma? I can’t find her.” I bolted awake from the nightmare with the war cry of a Marine in hand to hand combat. “GOD DAMN IT,” I screamed to my empty apartment once my pulse slowed a few beats. I had been doing really well with staying away from the alcohol since the accident, but that was a bit much for me to take—I grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open while turning on ESPN. I didn’t pay much attention to the TV, nor did I think about Katie or even Cherry—I just sat there with a blank mind. For lack of a better term: a meditative state. About 20 minutes later, my cell phone rang and the sound snapped me back to reality. I answered it to hear the most beautiful voice on the other end. Cherry said with no small amount of bounce in her voice, “Hey! How was your day? What are you doing?!” I ...
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