NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories (6 page)

Even with the small tuft of black hair above
and around her clit, Archer could see that it was as erect as he
was. Her pussy lips glistened from her moistness and her slit
beckoned him to enter.

Hands on his shoulders, Aniston looked down to
watch the purple tip of his long, hard cock enter her. He guided
the helmet to her entrance and rubbed it around, sopping up her
wetness to aid in his entry. He positioned the tip and pushed it
half an inch inside and stopped. He put his hands on her hips and
locked eyes with Aniston. She felt delicious craving run through
her from limb to limb.

“Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.

Archer thrust his hips forward sharply entering
Aniston’s tight pussy. She threw head back and gave out a loud cry.
The fullness of him was forcible and erotic. She did not grip him
but he felt hugged by her tightness nonetheless. He stopped when he
was in and nibbled at her neck. Then he slowly pulled his hips
back. His exit caused relief and agony for Aniston at the same
time. She brought her head forward and looked at him with a forlorn
expression. Her mind was beyond reasoning now. There was no room
for thinking. She was reacting to the feeling of his cock going
away. The animal side of her wanted him back, back inside of her
with all his force.

“No,” she yelled, primal forces dancing in her
eyes. Startled, he stared at her for a split second then thrust
deep inside of her, hard, the force of his body hitting her clit.
She moaned with satisfaction. He started thrusting harder and
deeper, her whole body being bounced around by the force. She
hugged him with her arms and legs and received each push of his
hard cock with gratitude and wetness. She squeezed his cock,
feeling the increase of sensation force her closer to her edge of
total pleasure oblivion.

His arms were leaning on the metal table now as
he pumped in and out of her, back and forth. Pots and pans hit and
swung above them. She hung on to him for dear life as he gave her
all of his young, virile self. She lapped him up, experiencing
nothing but the force of his cock lunging deep inside of her pussy
over and over.

“Oh, god!” she yelled. Her face contorted as
her orgasm slowly rose to the top of her mountain of both pain and
pleasure and covered it all. Her pussy spasmed, writhing against
his thrusting cock and ecstasy surged throughout her body. A flood
of wetness and her swelling vagina caused his thrusts to not hurt
as much, the sensation to be lessened. His movements slowed in
speed but not intensity.

“You like that?” he asked, his entire being
dripping with macho lust. He slowly stopped and pulled out. He
gently pulled her off of the table and swung her around at her
hips. She was facing away from him. He gently slid one hand up her
spine, pushing down as he did.

“Bend over,” he commanded. He was in full
master of the universe mode and Aniston loved every bit of it. He
was going to have her because he thought it was his right. His
arrogance was now intoxicating instead of annoying. She enjoyed
being at the mercy of his whims.

Her breath caught when the hot skin of her
breasts reached the cold metal of the table. He still had one hand
on the middle of her spine and was looking down to guide his cock.
Her rosebud peaked up at him as he slid his rock hard cock inside
her wet pussy.

He went in easily because of the wetness of her
orgasm. But he went further from this angle and she again cried out
as his tip reached her cervix deep inside. He rocked her back and
forth with his strokes. Archer continued pumping and grabbed her
shoulder. His muscles clenched with each thrust. He was savoring
every bit of her just as she was him.

He was pushing her forward, the friction
burning the skin of her breasts and torso. She needed something to
brace herself against his force.

She shifted up and put her hands on the table.
That worked for a minute, his cock pounding deep inside of her.
Soon her arms gave way against his force. She stood all the way up
and gripped the center shelf running across the middle of the
table.

Her almost upright angle took away some depth
from his thrusts much to their dismay. He pulled out, not wanting
to come in that position. She turned her head and part of her body
back to face him.

“How do you want it?” A smiled sneaked across
his face as he turned her back around to face away. He grabbed her
hips and pulled her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. Her anus
again puckered from the sensation.

“Your sweet ass. Let me fuck your
ass.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“You’ll love it. Just relax and I’ll guide you
through it. Pretend like this is a new food that you’re tasting
blindfolded. We’ll go slow while you get used to it. I promise
you—if you love me to fuck you that hard, you will love me in your
ass.”

Aniston wasn’t entirely convinced but knew that
she did enjoy sensual pleasures. Her best friend in college used to
say it could be better than regular sex if you were in the right
zone. And she was dripping from all the fucking so far. “Go with
it,” she thought.

“I guess you’re going to take my ass cherry,”
she said as she bent over the cold table.

“Yes, I am,” Archer said smugly. He really was
full of himself in every respect. But Aniston didn’t mind his
attitude when it came to taking her here in his kitchen. This was
so ideal, it was almost fantasy material.

“Ok, hold on to the edge of the table. I’m
going to ease in slowly as I play with you. Do you mind if I use a
little olive oil to keep things smooth and wet? It will feel better
for you.”

“That’s fine. Whatever feels the best.” Archer
grabbed a clear bottle of olive oil and drizzled some on the small
of her back. It slowly dripped down to her rosebud and Archer’s
thumb massaged it inside. She gasped at the feel of his thumb
inside her but didn’t squeeze him out. The fingers of his other
hand were lightly circling her clit, occasionally dipping into her
pussy for wetness to bring out.

He slipped his cock in her pussy first,
thrusting hard to get her back in gear, his thumb still in her ass.
She reacted but pushed her hips up for more. He fucked her a little
longer before pulling out again.

He guided his tip to the opening of her ass and
shoved it in. Aniston gasped and held her breath. The muscles
inside and around her anus were doing their best to squeeze him out
but Archer pushed in slightly more, loving the squeezing action she
involuntarily gave him.

“Ok, we’ll stay here for a sec.” His cock was a
couple of inches inside of her and he didn’t push any further. He
reached down and fingered her with three fingers. She moaned. He
slipped his fingers out quickly to rub her bud and then went back
to the finger fucking. He was getting carried away and thrusting
with his arm harder and harder, her pussy and ass muscles clenching
in unison. His hips had begun to rock and he was easing inside of
her more and more with tiny strokes.

He rammed his fingers inside of her and circled
her clit with his thumb. The heat was rising inside Aniston and she
felt another orgasm building. Her ass muscles relaxed as her
pleasure built and Archer pushed deeper inside. The sweet
combination of pain and pleasure aroused her even more. He pushed
further in until the skin of his pelvis was touching her
ass.

“Oh god,” she cried, her body tense and still.
Archer reached and grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple as he
pulled out two inches and pumped in again. It was still the most
intense, nothing-else-exists feeling Aniston had ever felt, but the
pleasure was slowly taking over the pain as the primary
sensation.

He pulled out again and pumped. Even more
pleasure. She was loving this. It was like nothing she had ever
experienced before. Feeling her relax in earnest, Archer grabbed
her hips and began thrusting faster but still shallow.

“Yes, baby. You feel so sweet. God, you are
tight! Hug my cock!” he ordered. She complied and was surprised by
yet another level of new sexual pleasure. She could squeeze him
like with her pussy but even more. And she could feel everything.
Every millimeter of his throbbing member was being memorized by her
canal.

Aniston stood up and put her arms on the center
shelf as before. Archer groaned as he went deeper and pushed along
her southern walls. He pushed his cock in and out of her, still not
pulling out all the way. She reached down with one and reached
between her thighs to rub her clit while he ravaged her asshole.
Her arm and back formed and arch and her hips and ass stuck out at
the end.

Archer was getting close as he repeatedly
propelled his cock inside her tight ass. Aniston rubbed her clit
furiously feeling herself about to orgasm. She held her breath as
she felt it rising inside her, her fingers slapping her
clit.

“Wait, I’m almost there,” Archer shouted. He
banged her ass hard over and over as sharp pain mingled with the
intense electricity of the orgasm that rippled through her body.
Archer shoved one gigantic thrust into her ass and spilled his seed
inside her. His body stiffened and twitched. He held her hips with
a grip hard enough to leave bruises.

Slowly, they each relaxed and chuckled. Archer
gently pulled out, taking over thirty seconds to do so. Aniston
stood up and turned around, leaning on the table to aid her useless
legs in holding her up. Archer had a broad smile across his
face.

“What did you think? Did you like it? It seemed
like you did,” he said as he walked over to the industrial sink and
grabbed the overhead spout to wash himself.

“That… whoa!” she said shaking her head in
disbelief.

“Yeah, pretty different, huh? I thought you
might enjoy it. You seem pretty…indulgent.”

She laughed a hearty laugh at his comment. She
was practically beaming as he came back over to her. He reached
both hands to her cheeks and kissed her in slow motion. She raised
her hands to his forearms and kissed him back.

He pulled back suddenly.

"Your dessert!” he cried.

“Don’t worry about it. Dessert isn’t my
favorite part of the meal. Besides, you just gave me a delicious
experience,” Aniston said with a wink.

“I don’t need to pack it up and get a job at
some hibachi restaurant?”

“No,” she replied, laughing. “Your taste and
craft are clearly five star.”

NAKED Housecleaning

Marie enjoyed cleaning Mr. Roberts’ house. He
was always very respectful to her and he had very nice things to
clean. It also helped that he was so good looking. He had broad
shoulders and curly blonde hair.

She would go over twice a week for a few hours.
She hadn’t wanted to take him on at first because her cleaning
schedule was busy already and she had very little room. But he paid
very well so she dropped a class to do it.

She was working her way through college.
Between studying and working more than full time, Marie had no
social life. Other kids her age were partying and exploring
themselves and others but she didn’t have that luxury. She had to
pay for tuition, rent, gas, and food. That was another thing she
liked about Mr. Roberts. He was very generous with his kitchen. He
always implored her to help herself to a meal of any kind before
she started and after she was done.

When she arrived there on Tuesday afternoon he
was in his study as usual. Marie wasn’t exactly sure what he did
for a living. She just knew that he worked from home, was a
multi-millionaire, and was in his late thirties. She figured he
must be very good at whatever it was that he did.

She went up to his bedroom to gather his
clothes and sheets to launder. She could always tell from the
sheets if he had a woman over. He did most weekends and sometimes
during the week. It wasn’t surprising. He was rich, good looking,
and single—what woman wouldn’t want to sleep with him?

As Marie pulled the pillow cases off of their
pillows, she lingered with them, taking in their scent. His smell
was musky mixed with some expensive cologne. She enjoyed it. She
had been cleaning his house for three months now and found herself
craving more and more of those intimate personal details about
him.

Her imagination had even gotten the better of
her one time when she was putting the sheets back on the bed. She
imagined herself in one of those silly black and white French
maid’s costumes with no panties on underneath. She had garters on
and high heels, as well—that attire being very conducive to
cleaning houses and all.

While she was bending over the bed tucking the
sheets under, Mr. Roberts had come up from behind her and started
rubbing her exposed lips with his fingers. When she moaned, he put
his huge cock all the way inside of her, making her groan with
pleasure.