When I was a firefighter Chapter 4 part 5 of 11

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 4 part 5 of 11

“Oh, yeah—right…”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at my near-stupid mistake and turned to brush her teeth. As I sat on her toilet to pee, Cherry’s tight ass, complete with a light bruise the size and shape of her hand, was right in my face, swishing side to side as she vigorously brushed her teeth. I finished before she did and stood right behind her with my hands on her hips. She smiled at me in the mirror with her mouth full of foamy paste. Everything she did was sexy to me—including something as mundane as brushing her teeth! My dick was getting ideas on where it would like to be, and I was powerless to stop it. Feeling the growing shaft raising to the occasion between her legs, Cherry got up on her toes and leaned forward to accommodate my growing cock. I pushed into her pussy, and she pushed back on me. She rocked her hips slowly as she continued vigorously brushing her teeth.

Once she was done brushing, she spits and asked if I wanted to use her toothbrush; all without ever ceasing to grind on the rigid cock inside of her. I said ‘sure,’ and she handed it to me over her shoulder. Cherry stood upright and walked from my dick, allowing it to slap me in the stomach as she made her way over to the shower. I did not even bother to rinse the toothbrush off before using it myself; I just put a little more paste on it and started brushing.

Cherry started the shower and got in while I finished brushing my teeth. Once I finished, I joined her in the shower—standing behind her. She was still rinsing down, and I reached for her shampoo. I poured a generous hand full of the fruity, fragrant goo and began massaging it into her hair as the water cascaded down her chest, stomach, and legs. Soap bubbles formed and I watched as they ran down her incredibly sexy back. Some bubbles (the ‘lucky’ ones) ran right down the crack of her ass. When she felt like her hair was clean enough, she turned around to face me, handed me a pink bar of soap, and began letting the water rinse her hair. I knew what the soap was for, and it was not for me. I washed her from top to bottom; paying extra attention to the areas that needed it after last night!

She noticed my still raging hard-on, grabbed it, and whispered, “Oops. Did I do that?”

Trying to keep the talking to a minimum, I just nodded my head, ‘yes.’

She said, “Well, we cannot leave it like that, now can we? I will make you a deal: you put conditioner in my hair, and I will take care of this. Ok?”

I whispered, “Deal!”

Cherry Turned back around and pushed her butt right back into my cock. While I put the conditioner in her hair as agreed, she was grinding her sexy ass against my cock. I thought I might give her a sperm tramp stamp if this lasted much longer, but she had other ideas. We traded places in the shower; the water was at my back while the conditioner in her hair was being given time to ‘soak in.

Cherry put her hands on my shoulders and lifted one knee up to my waist. I hooked my arm under her knee with my hand on her hip. Then she held on to my neck as she jumped up to bring her other leg up and I caught it the same way as the other. I raised her up enough to get my cock lined up before lowering her back down on my rigid and slippery pole.

Even before her ass came to rest on my pelvis, Cherry said almost too loud, “Oh god that feels so amazing—so deep!”

With her weight being supported by her knees over my forearms and my hands holding her ass, I was able to penetrate her like never before. I could feel her cervix rub against the tip of my cock with every move we made. Cherry’s mouth hung open as she gasped for breath with sharp squeaks; both in and out.

She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself forward and up to help relieve some of the pressure on the entrance to her womb while using her legs to control the pace and depth of our thrusts. She began moaning much louder and I kissed her deeply to try and mute her building orgasm. It was not working too well, and I feared her mom would hear us for sure, but there was no way we could stop now! Cherry’s head began to vibrate, and she could neither breathe in nor out. Her eyes were as wide open as her mouth as she stared into my eyes. Just seeing her beautiful, wet face in the throes of sexual bliss had my orgasm on edge. I thought about how she said she was in Love with me, and it was no longer possible to hold back the floodgates; I lowered her down until my cock head crashed into her cervix again and once again blew a tremendous load right on it.

Her pussy contracted violently as she began a loud string of hums consisting mostly of the letters ‘N’ and ‘M.’ A gush of fluid erupted from her, pooling momentarily between our conjoined pelvises before slowly draining down my legs.

“Oh god; I’m so sorry,” Cherry whispered somewhat horrified.

As quietly as I could I asked, “Why?”

Cherry said, “I think I just peed on you.”

I laughed and explained, “That wasn’t pee; you had a major orgasm!”

She thought for a moment and said, “It did feel really good—a lot better than peeing…”

I said, “Trust me: it was your vagina squeezing out built-up fluids while you had your orgasm.”

Cherry leaned in to kiss me again as she moved to pull herself up and off of me. We rinsed off again under the still-hot, running water. The sight of her naked in front of me was doing nothing to get my swollen dick to return to its normal state, but it was time to get out of the shower. She turned the water off, pulled the curtain back, and handed me a towel.

I whispered, “Won’t your Mom wonder why there are two wet towels?”

She said, “I always use two,” and pointed to her body and then her hair.

We dried off; she made do with using one towel before resorting to the blow drier to finish the job. I was completely dressed while she was still naked and drying her hair. I loved watching her go through her morning routine—even though my presence was a major change to it—I was still getting an idea of what she did every day. She grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on her vanity stool. Knowing what she was about to do, I wanted to ‘help,’ so I went to her and took the lotion from her while kneeling in front of her. Cherry smiled and extended one leg out to me as I poured a generous amount of lotion into my palm. I rubbed it into her skin with pleasure, enjoying every square inch of her firm, shapely legs. The lotion had been absorbed long before I finished massaging her legs and feet.

She stood and winked as she passed by me on the way to her closet. She selected a basic pair of cotton panties and put them on. Then she put on a sports bra that was unusually tight like the one she wore at practice; it squeezed her large tits in so much that it was a wonder the bra did not tear from the pressure. I wondered why she was selecting these items to wear, but then she pulled out her cheerleading uniform from a hangar. I looked at her quizzically.

She said, “Rival game tonight; big pep rally during school; we wear our uniforms today.”

I nodded in understanding as she began to don her uniform. The uniform was red and white with the large, block letters ‘MHS’ across the chest.

Like most guys my age, I had fantasized about watching a cheerleader stripping out of her uniform; I had never considered how sexy it might be to watch her put one on until now. Cherry finished getting dressed and bent over at the waist while flipping her hair up and putting it into a ponytail high up on the crown of her head. She stood straight and pulled the ponytail tight, checking her work in her mirror. Satisfied with her hair, she began to apply some light makeup. She was beautiful without makeup, but she became like a supermodel with it. I watched as her red eyelashes became black with her mascara—not sure which way I liked them more. She applied some eyeliner and lipstick, and she was ready to stop traffic!
She put on some antiperspirant and some perfume before a pair of ankle socks and white sneakers completed her ensemble. She stood, feet together, and presented herself for my approval which I gave readily.

“Do I look ok?” she asked.

I said, “In a word, you look gorgeous!”

Cherry smiled and gave me a kiss that lingered longer than I thought it would (and I was NOT complaining). Our kiss was interrupted by her mom yelling from the kitchen.

“Cherry, you are going to be late! Get it moving!” her mom yelled.

As we broke our kiss, Cherry yelled, “I am almost ready! I will be right there!” Then she whispered to me with a sad face, “I have to go…”

To be conyinued