Beauty on the Beach

Beauty on the beach
Chapter 2 - We need to talk

When we arrived at the hotel, the desk clerk informed us that the only room they had left for us was a queen. They were very sorry, but we would simply have to share the bed for the night. Cheerilee took the key without grumbling; I suspect that she was like me, just eager to get somewhere to lay down for a moment or two.

Pushing the door to our hotel room open, Cheerilee and I walked and beheld the scene. I wasn't exactly expecting much from it, but it was nicer than I had thought it might be. When the station had said they were arranging complimentary rooms for us until the train was ready to go again, the thought of seedy rooms covered in filth had crossed my mind. Total bottom of the barrel cheap.

What we got was a small, but reasonably well appointed room. The furniture was old, and a little worn, but it all looked clean, with fresh linens neatly folded on the queen sized bed taking up pride of place in the middle of the room, with a bedside cabinet containing a desk lamp and a box of tissues. Around it were a couple of cupboards, a small table and some chairs. One wall had a large pair of windows showing off a wide shot of the bay. Perfectly angled, it blocked off the view of the industrial areas, giving the impression of a picture of nature and unobstructed coast. A door led off of one side of the room, opening into a tiny bathroom. I could make out a shower basin and toilet, all just big enough to accommodate one person at a time.

"This isn't so bad," Cheerilee said, walking into the room as I held the door open for her. "I was expecting much worse."

She walked over to the bed and dumped her bag on the ground next to it before sitting down and bouncing slightly on the mattress. It was clear that she was testing the springs, and from the expression on her face, she clearly liked what she felt.

I moved over to one of the chairs stuck in the corner. "You can have tha bed," I said, thinking about how I would be spending another night in a chair.

Cheerilee looked horrified for a moment. "Mac, don't even think of it. We're adults; we can share a bed for one night. Besides, I don't think you would be very comfortable in that chair. Come over here and see what you think of the bed."

I did as I was told and walked back over to the bed, sitting down where Cheerilee was patting. As soon as I felt the mattress, I was convinced that the chair might be a better option after all. It was far too soft for my liking, and even just sitting down on it, I sank down into the soft cushion top. I've always preferred to have a fairly hard mattress on my bed; one that can easily support my large frame without complaining. Still, it would only be for one night.

Cheerilee gave me a nod and got up off the bed again, heading for the shower. "I need to freshen up a little; get all this sand and salt off my body before I start to chafe."

She walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. A few moments later, I heard the sound of running water. Not getting up from the bed, my mind wandered to what she must be doing in there. Slipping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower, lathering herself up with some of the complimentary soaps and shampoos, washing off every last trace of the sand and salt that she must have been covered in.

Deciding to get my mind off of what Cheerilee may or may not be doing in the shower, I poked around the hotel room. There was a small mini bar, filled with the overpriced miniature bottles of alcohol you always find in rooms like this. Stashed off in one of the cupboards were a chess set and a deck of cards. The deck was missing several cards, but the chess set looked like everything was present.

I pulled the set out and was idly moving the pieces around the board when I heard the door to the bathroom open and Cheerilee walked out, wrapped up in a towel. She had her clothes draped over her arms as she walked. "Much better. I'm sorry though; I think I might have overdone the hot a little. Not sure how much is left."

I opened my bag and grabbed a clean pair of pants and an old work shirt before heading into the bathroom. It was tiny; barely enough room for the shower and the toilet. It was awkward, but I managed to disrobe and step into the shower. The floors and walls were slick from Cheerilee's shower, and I soon realised that she wasn't kidding about the hot water. Even turning the cold tap all the way to off, the water was lukewarm at best, and fading fast. Not wasting any time, I jumped under the stream of water and grabbed the half empty bottle of shower gel. I didn't have the time to get more than just the main spots before the hot gave up all together and the water turned to liquid ice.

I finished up my scrub as quickly as I could after that. I just rinsed my hair out, not bothering to actually try to shampoo it and got out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I dried myself off as effectively as I could in the stall and grabbed my clothes up off the floor.

Pushing the door open, I strode out into the main room, clothes in one arm and the towel in the other. Cheerilee had taken the opportunity to get back into her shorts and t-shirt. She politely averted her eyes as I walked into the room, but she didn't need to have bothered; we had just spent the day nude, and had seen every inch of what the other had to offer. Still, I appreciated the gesture.

A moment later, I was dressed in my fresh pair of pants. I put my shirt back on but didn't bother doing up all the buttons; it was too much effort, and it was unlikely that we would be going out again tonight.

When I had finished getting dressed, I turned around and saw Cheerilee sitting down at the table, looking down at the chess set. "You play?" she asked when she saw I was looking over at her.

I took the seat opposite to her and sat down. "Ah play ah little," I admitted. Granny Smith had taught both AJ and I how to play back when we were still just kids on the days when the weather was to raw to go outside and work on the farm. I never was all that good at it, but Granny and I still played on occasion on a winter's night.

"I haven't had a chance to play for a while now. All my students are either not interested, or say that I always cheat; that the knight can't move in an L shape."

I shook my head in amusement at that. "Even ah know that ain't right."

Cheerilee set up the pieces into their proper location and we both settled down to play a match. Cheerilee, being the white player, moved first, and from her first play - a highly aggressive jump out with one of her knights - it was clear that she was out for blood.

I countered hard, shifting my pawns around on the board and trying to block her advances, but it quickly became apparent that she was a far more skilled player than I was. It was all I could do to slow her pieces from dancing around the board, and every time that I managed to block off or protect one of my own pieces from her strategy, she always seemed to have a counter attack ready, or a new plan to fall back on. Within a dozen moves, I was all but trapped, but no option but to sacrifice my queen in order to escape check.

Cheerilee pounced on the chance and another half dozen moves later it was all over. She had me in a mate that I hadn't even seen coming; my king was surrounded by my own pieces, none of which could be moved properly to block her bishop. Mate followed swiftly.

The second game went much the same as the first. I tried hard and managed to get a couple of early victories against her reckless advance, but Cheerilee was ruthless. If it was clear that she couldn't save a piece, she wouldn't even try and just leave the rook or knight to its fate, using her turn for something more important. It took a few more turns this time around, but again she managed to mate me.

Determined to win at least one round, I took the offence in the third match, sending out my power pieces early and recklessly thrusting them into the heat of battle. For the first time, Cheerilee looked a little flustered and she made a mistake that she should have easily been able to see, leaving her queen exposed to a flanking attack. I took her queen with gusto and pressed the attack, cornering her king against the far edge of the board before closing in for the kill.

Cheerilee hung on, sending every last piece she could to bail herself out of the check, uncheck cycle I had her locked in, but finally it was all over for her. Looking up at me, she extended out one hand and toppled her king over, signalling for defeat and forfeiture of the game.

"Good game, Mac. Good game," she said, getting up from her chair to check the time on the wall clock. "Oh my, I didn't realise it was that late!"

I looked up at the clock. It was getting quite late now, pushing on towards midnight. While that may not have been that late to some, we did have to be up and moving quite early in the morning.

"We should probably get to bed now," Cheerilee said, looking over to where the queen bed stretched out invitingly. A moment later, she caught herself as she realised what she had said. "Oh, listen to me; I sound like an old married woman."

For the briefest of instants, I saw in my mind what life would be like if we had indeed been married that day. Cheerilee coming home after a long day teaching young minds, while I would be out working the earth. At night she would tell me all about her day; about how the kids were all acting like a bunch of little brats. I could listen to her all day if it made her happy.

We both laughed for a moment. Cheerilee got up first and headed towards the bed, checking to make sure that all the sheets and blankets were in good order. "Well, I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly pack any pyjamas, and these clothes aren't any good for sleeping in. Do you mind if I just go au natural?"

I shook my head, secretly a little glad at the thought that Cheerilee would be stripping down again. I was careful not to let it show, though; coving any expression that might have betrayed me by getting up myself and walking over to my duffle bag. I had packed a pair of boxers to use as pyjamas.

Or, rather I though I had. A quick examination of my bag showed that the pair of boxers I had packed was in fact not there. Everything else I had packed was, but the boxers were missing in action.

"Missing something?" Cheerilee asked, correctly interpreting the expression on my face. In the time I had been looking through my bag, she had stripped off her shirt and shorts and was just about to drop down her panties. The dim lights in the room really highlighted the colour of her tan, casting her skin in golden hues. I quickly averted my eyes back to the bag to as to not stare at her.

"Eeyup. Mah shorts."

Cheerilee walked around behind me and leaned over, her head resting on my shoulder as she looked over the contents of my bag. I stiffened a little as I realised I could feel her breasts crushed up against my back.

"Nope, I can't see them. Ah, well, it's not exactly the end of the world, is it?"

It wasn't, and I knew it wasn't. I must have just forgotten to pack them before I left. Still, it was annoying.

"Now come to bed, Mac. It's late, and we need sleep." Cheerilee's comments were punctuated with a yawn. "Excuse me."

With that, she got up and walked over to the bed, pausing only for a second to strip down her panties before getting under the sheets. I gave one more futile search for my boxers before giving up and getting read to join her. My shirt and pants were tossed into the impromptu pile that had been formed by my search, but I kept my underwear on as I walked over to the door and flicked off the lights.

Instantly the room was plunged into darkness, though the bed was caught in a beam of moonlight coming in from the large windows. Outside, the bay was cast in the silver hues of the night as the moon climbed higher above the horizon. Cheerilee had already rolled over onto her side, facing away from me as she tried to get to sleep. I headed over to the bed and climbed in, wriggling in under the sheets as smoothly as I could.

"Night, Mac," Cheerilee muttered, already sounding like she was half asleep.

"Night, Cheerilee," I replied, trying to get comfortable on the far too soft mattress.

It was no use. Every time I rolled over or shifted around, all I did was succeed in sinking further into the mattress. It felt like I was being sucked into it; that if I wasn't careful it could swallow me up whole and drag me off somewhere unknown.

To make matters worse, after only a few minutes, I could hear the light breathing and occasional soft snore from Cheerilee that indicated that she had no such difficulty in getting to sleep. She had just rolled over, closed her eyes and she was out like a light.

After about half an hour of trying to get to sleep, it was clear that I wasn't going to get any sleep. The room was too bright, with all the moonlight streaming in from outside, the mattress was too soft for me to get comfortable, and perhaps more important of all, my mind just wouldn't stop ticking over.

No matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened today. For all its ups and downs, today had been an interesting day for me. Out of all the people I would have expected to meet on a nude beach, Cheerilee hadn't been one of them. The other three girls, sure; they often wore somewhat revealing clothes when selling their wares; they said it helped draw in the customers, and I knew a couple of people who claimed to have hooked up with one or more of them at various points.

But not Cheerilee. Never Cheerilee. Never had I imagined that she might be into that sort of thing. Maybe it was just that she used to be my sister's teacher, but I never had expected that I would be lying naked on a beach, watching her emerge from the water, glistening wet and dripping like the depictions of the goddesses of old.

As I lay there, imagining the woman next to me, I felt a tightness forming in my underwear. All the thoughts about Cheerilee were getting me hard. I knew I should stop thinking about her; try and get some sleep, but that would sadly be impossible. The only way I was going to get rid of this boner was, quite simply, to take care of it.

I though about getting up, going into the bathroom, but if I did that, I would possibly wake Cheerilee up, and getting caught with morning wood in my hand was not the way I wanted her to remember me.

Turning over to make sure that she was indeed asleep, I carefully pulled the front of my underwear down, letting my half stiffened member pop free. I rolled the sheets back a bit until I was exposed to the air; I didn't want to leave any traces on the sheets for the staff to deal with later.

Closing my eyes, I grasped myself and started jacking, being careful not to make a noise or too much movement that could alert Cheerilee to what I was doing. My member quickly stiffened out to full length and hardness, and my movements became a little faster with every moment that passed.

Accompanying my efforts was the image in my mind. I was back on the beach. Cheerilee was there, sprawled on her back as Roseluck and the others rubbed tanning lotion into her skin. They seemed to be paying particular attention to her breasts, kneading and squeezing until her nipples stuck out like pointers.

Finally, Cheerilee was lathered from head to toe in oil. She looked over to me, eyes inviting as she spread her legs apart, one finger crooked and motioning me over. Her legs opened, revealing her dripping pink slit.

Roseluck and the others vanished from the fantasy; it was now just Cheerilee and I. "Make love to me, Mac," Cheerilee whispered, grabbing hold of me and pulling me closer to her. "Make me yours."

My hand was now flying up and down my length. Pre-cum oozed freely from the tip and I was no longer making any attempt to conceal my actions; good sense having long been overtaken by lust and need. Release was not far off, and I had the box of tissues at the ready to catch the evidence.

Just as I felt the tingling in my balls; that moment when you know that climax is inevitable, the unthinkable happened: Cheerilee rolled over.

She rolled over, snuggling into my back. One leg wound its way around mine while her arm snaked its way over my body, coming to rest on my throbbing dick. Her fingers instinctively curled around my shaft, lightly squeezing the flesh.

That was all it took. The brush of her fingers took me over the edge. I groaned in pleasure as the first spurt of cum burst from the tip of my cock, splattering onto my chest. More followed; each rope gushing forwards and coating my chest. Some dribbled down, coving Cheerilee's hand in my seed.

I couldn't stop the moan of pleasure that escaped my lips as I came; I was too far gone to care. It was the most vivid orgasm I had ever experienced and it was all I could do to just to enjoy it. The idea that I might wake Cheerilee didn't even register.

And as if on cue and woken by my moan, Cheerilee snapped awake, blinking rapidly as if she didn't quite know where she was. That didn't take long though, and quickly, she noticed exactly where she was, and what it looked like; her hand still grasping my wilting penis, while the last few drops of cum oozed from the tip onto her fingers.

She sat bolt upright in the bed, letting go of my dick and trying to shake her hand clean of the offending cum. In her haste, she didn't realise that she was still tangled up in the sheets a little, covering her body behind the thin cloth. "Oh, Mac, I'm-I'm so sorry! I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to...to touch you like that."

She paused for a moment when she realised that her hand was still covered in my seed. Removing it, she looked down at the bed. Even in the washed colours of the moonlight, I could see the burning shame on her face. She must have been thinking that she had molested me in her sleep. "You must think I'm a sick pervert or something now."

Her voice was breaking, and I could see tears starting to well behind her eyes. In her mind, she had just ruined the first good day we had spent together in a long time.

I wasn't going to let her feel that way. She wasn't going to suffer because of me. Even if it meant painting myself as the very thing she thought she was right now.

"Cheerilee, look at me," I said, putting just a little steel behind the words, making it not so much a request, but a command. Automatically, she obeyed, but she still didn't really meet my eyes. Gently, I put a hand against her cheek. "None of this was yer fault."

"What do you mean?" Cheerilee didn't sound convinced. It was heartbreaking, watching her berate herself.

"You didn't do this. Ah was..." I may as well just come clean. "Well, ah couldn't sleep. Ah kept on thinking about you on tha beach. You were so pretty, and well, then mah little guy come out ta play. Ah couldn't help mahself; ah started ta touch mahself. Ah know ah shouldn't ta done it. Ya rolled over right at tha end, when it was already too late ta stop. Ya know what they say. A man's got two heads, tha one on his shoulders, and tha one in his pants, but only enough blood ta run one at a time.

Cheerilee giggled a little at that. "That's true enough." She cut herself from saying more as she cocked her head at me, zeroing in on something I had just said. "Wait. You said you were thinking of...me?"

This time it was my turn to hang my head. There wasn't really any way around it now. Big Macintosh, pervert. I couldn't bring myself to speak, but Cheerilee understood my meaning anyway.

"As in, you were masturbating to the thought of me?"

Again, I nodded. This would be it, the end of our friendship. There was no way she could possibly want anything to do with me after this. Thoughts of restraining orders floated through my mind.

Cheerilee let out a big sigh, slumping down on the bed. "Mac, I can't keep doing this. Lying to each other; pretending as if everything is normal when it hasn't been normal for a long time." She turned to look directly at me, lifting my head up with a hand as I had done to her. Framed in the moonlight, she was beautiful. "It's high time that we had a talk."

I couldn't agree more. We had both agreed that we would never speak of what happened on Hearts and Hands day again, but even unspoken it continued to dominate our lives.

"I know that things have been...strained between us ever since that day we drank your sister's punch. I'm still not entirely sure what was in that drink, but it couldn't have been anything good, and quite probably illegal."

"Eeyup," I agreed. Even when I had demanded that Apple Bloom tell me what was in that punch, she had evaded the question as best she could, giving me some phony answers about how Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle had been in charge of making it, or that the town herbalist, Zecora had given them some special flowers and seeds.

"But," Cheerilee said, going on. "Regardless of what we did then, we can't blame it all on the punch. It wouldn't have worked if there wasn't something there to being with. It couldn't create a spark, but it did loosen some inhibitions."

Cheerilee sat up straighter in the bed, letting the sheet fall down around her. The beam of moonlight perfectly framed her body and face, shrouding her in an almost angelic glow. "I like you, Mac. And it's fairly clear that you still feel something for me too." She waved her hand over my body, where there was still copious evidence of that fact.

She picked up my hand in hers, drawing it closer to her. The size difference was noticeable. Her slender fingers could barely wrap around my wrist, and her skin was as soft as velvet. She pulled my hand until it was touching her chest, right between her breasts. Her eyes were pleading as she spoke, her voice cracking. "I've wanted to say this for a long time, but I could never bring myself to actually do it, so I'm just going to say it. Big Macintosh, please...I want to be your special someone."

Even though she was already naked, in that moment, Cheerilee was as exposed to me as she had ever been. The mere idea of simply taking off her clothes was nothing against her baring her very soul. Through her chest I could feel her heartbeat, strong and rapid as she awaited my answer. Her eyes fell as she waited, one beat, two, three.

Without saying anything, I cupped her chin in my free hand and lifted her head up so that her eyes were once again fixed on mine. There was fear in those eyes. She had exposed her heart to me; let me know how she truly felt. If I rejected her now, it would crush her. Cheerilee opened her mouth to say something, but I put a finger to her lips and she fell silent again.

With my free arm, I cinched around her neck and pulled her in closer to me. I had wanted this for so long; dreaming of this exact moment, but now it was here.

The distance between us closed, and Cheerilee closed her eyes as we made contact. Her lips brushed against mine, a short kiss but it was all that was needed.

"Ah'd love ya ta be my special someone, Cheerilee." I said.

Cheerilee looked like she was about to break into tears again, but this time they were tears of joy, not of sadness. Then she was pressing herself into me, arms wrapped around me and grasping my shoulders as her lips met mine; stronger than before, more insistent.

I returned the favour, exploring her mouth as our tongues mingled. I could taste Cheerilee, a flowery scent from the lingering traces of the shampoo she had used. Cheerilee moaned into me, pressing her body tightly against mine as we rolled around on the bed. I would up on my back, while Cheerilee rolled on top of me, straddling my torso with her legs.

We broke apart, gasping for air. Cheerilee cradled my head in her hands, eyes blazing with passion. Her breasts hung down between us, just waiting to be grasped. I reached up and touched them, feeling their weight in my palms. Her skin was so smooth, while my hands were covered in calluses.

"I've waited so long for this, Mac," she said, leaning down and pressing her forehead against mine. "I wanted to tell you so many times how I felt, but I just couldn't do it."

"Me too," I whispered to her. "Ah was goin' ta tell ya, but every time ah lost mah nerve."

Cheerilee kissed me again, nipping my bottom lip as she pulled back. "Well, we know now-AHHH!" She yelped a little as I reached up and licked of her nipples, engulfing the tender tip in my mouth.

Before she could protest, I had her flipped around so she was now the one on her back. Her arms were up above her head, leaving her body exposed. "Oh, yes. Just like that," she muttered as I showered her neck and body with kisses, trailing my way up one side and down the other until I finished with her other tit.

I didn't stop there though. I kept moving lower, working my way down her torso, kissing her navel as I slid my legs off the side of the bed. We both knew where I was going, and I looked up at Cheerilee to make sure that she was alright with it. The look in her eyes said that she wanted this just as much as I did. She offered no resistance as I kneeled down on the floor between her legs and gently pushed them apart.

Highlighted in a beam of moonlight was Cheerilee's slit. The few brief glimpses I had gotten on the beach were nothing compared to seeing it now in the flesh. Perfectly symmetrical labial lips framed her puffy clitoris. Traces of moisture glittered in the light; evidence of Cheerilee's growing anticipation and excitement.

I could have dived right in, but I wanted to savour the moment. This was no dream or fantasy; this was real and Cheerilee was offering herself to me. One finger traced the contours of her legs, just avoiding her vulva and earning me a shiver and moan for my trouble. Occasionally, I moved in a little closer and glided right along the edge of her labia, brushing against her clit but never fully touching it. Cheerilee whined every time I did so, equal parts pleasure and frustration.

Finally, I had had enough of teasing her. It was time for the main course. Both arms hooked around her legs, pulling her in closer to me until only a hair's width separated us. Looking up, I locked eyes with Cheerilee. She was looking intently at me, and without breaking that contact, I gave her a long, slow lick.

The taste of her arousal, similar to that of other women, but subtly different hit my tongue. Cheerilee moaned, squeezing he legs together around my head as she grasped at the sheets, the mattress, anything she could get her hands around.

Buoyed by her reaction, I focused my efforts on pleasing her. This was our first time together, and I wanted to be special. My dick was hard again, and it throbbed insistently, aching for attention. I ignored it; this moment was for Cheerilee, and Cheerilee only.

I explored her folds, using my fingers to stretch her wider at times while plunging my tongue as deeply as I could. Cheerilee was tight, very tight around my tongue and she squirmed on the bed, writhing in pleasure. I could tell that she was approaching climax, so I slowed down a little, allowing her body to cool off a little. She calmed down slightly, relaxing her legs apart again.

Just as I was about to start licking her again, Cheerilee grasped my head and craned my neck up. "Mac," she started, panting heavily.

I looked up at her, waiting for what she had to say.

"Am I...do I...taste...ok?" Cheerilee sounded doubtful.

I didn't look away, but gave her another deep lick, earning a squeal. "Cheerilee, ya'll are beautiful." I meant it, too. There was nothing I wouldn't do to make her happy.

"Thank you." she breathed. I grinned at her for a moment before diving back in between her legs. This time, there was no mistaking the intent. Cheerilee was going to cum, and she was going to cum hard.

"Ahh, ahh, Mac!" Cheerilee uttered, back to squirming on the bed. I increased my grip on her legs, refusing to loose contact with her as I lashed her cunt into a frenzy. "I-I'm Coming!"

Cheerilee's body went rigid, Back arching off the bed while her hands clutched at the back of my head. Her cunt, already tight around my tongue, twitched hard. "AHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, surely loud enough to wake those in other rooms.

I tried to lick up he juices, not wanting to waste a drop if I could. But before I could complete my task, Cheerilee pushed me away from her cunt, panting heavily and very flushed. "Ahh, stop...too sensitive."

Reluctantly, I had to obey. Rather than stopping though, I climbed back up onto the bed and traded one pair of lips for the other. Her chest heaving, and now covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Cheerilee wrapped her arms around me as we kissed on the bed. I could feel my penis pressing into her stomach, and I was sure that she could feel it too.

Cheerilee kissed me passionately, her mouth hungry for me. No doubt she could taste her own flavour on my lips, and it only seemed to drive her on. We broke away, gasping for air. Cheerilee lay back on the bed, reclining on the pillows as she gazed up into my eyes. Her piercing green iris seemed to look right through me. "That was incredible, Mac. I didn't realize it could be that good."

I felt fingers wrap around my dick. Cheerilee had grasped it and was slowly jacking the shaft. It felt amazing, far better than doing it myself. We both looked down at her hand. Clear pre-cum was oozing from my tip, coving her hand in the slick lubricant. Cheerilee looked back up at me. "My turn," she said and flipped me over on the bed again. Giving my penis one firm squeeze, she slid off the bed and lined herself up between my legs. In one motion, she grabbed the hem of my underwear and pulled it down around my legs. I flicked it off to one corner of the room as she pressed herself against the edge of the bed, her breasts framing my rock hard rod.

"Ready?" she asked me, her mouth just inches away from my throbbing tip. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Cheerilee gave me a smile and gently she kissed the exposed head of my cock. Even though I had cum not half an hour before, it took all my willpower to not blow my second load then and there. Cheerilee must have noticed it too, as she pulled back from my penis and watched it throb and twitch in her hand. More spurts of pre-cum dribbled from the tip, leaking freely onto her hand.

Cheerilee giggled a little. "Aww, you like that? Then you are going to love this." Not waiting for any kind of answer from me, she leaned in again, this time not stopping at a mere kiss. She opened her mouth wide and the head of my cock vanished inside.

Watching as Cheerilee swallowed more and more of my penis was easily the most erotic sight I had seen. Or felt, for that matter. The exposed glands at the tip of my shaft were on high alert and the warm, wet feeling of Cheerilee's mouth was nothing short of pure heaven. I could feel every contour of her mouth, every flick of her tongue as she sank down lower around me. At a little under halfway in she stopped, presumably having reached her limit near the back of her throat.

The came the suction. Her tongue ran along the underside of my shaft as she lifted up, sucking hard all the way until only the tip of my cock remained in her mouth. Her saliva glistened on the flesh as she breathed for a second. She looked up at me, eyes questioning. I nodded once back to her and she swallowed me again, sinking down as far as she had before, and maybe just a little bit further.

I groaned, head falling back on the pillow as the pleasure in my loins dominated every thought. It didn't take Cheerilee long to build a slow, steady rhythm; sucking my shaft and licking the underside with her tongue. A few times, she tried to take me a bit further, and I felt the back of her throat close around my head. But no matter how she tried, she always gagged whenever she moved to swallow me further.

After a couple of minutes of head, she pulled off me, sucking in air as she did. A few strands of saliva bridged the gap between her mouth and me as Cheerilee wiped her mouth clean of her spit. I thought that maybe she was just catching her breath before going back down on me, but rather than take me in her mouth again, she knelt in closer to me and sat up a little higher.

My dick gave a little throb as Cheerilee stroked it a couple times before grasping her tits and crushed my shaft between them. I could see just the tip of my cock popping out from between her tits, while the rest was sandwiched between them as Cheerilee licked the tip. Then she started moving her chest, and the tip was enveloped within her ample bosom. Silky smooth and soft to the touch, they were almost as nice as her mouth. Her nipples pointed out between her spread fingers, hard nubs begging to be tweaked.

Pre-cum was freely oozing from the tip of my cock now, and it wasn't long before her chest was well coated in the slick fluid. With each stroke of her tits, she slid smoother around me; her tits so warm, so soft. It was all too much for me

By now, I was really having to concentrate on holding back my release; a battle I was steadily loosing. Cheerilee appeared to be aware of it as well, as when she pulled off after another half a dozen strokes, she gave the tip one more lick and whispered, "I want it, Mac. Give me your cum. I want to taste you, and swallow every drop."

Hearing Cheerilee, a teacher of young children talk so dirty, there was nothing I could do but obey. It only took another two strokes of Cheerilee's tits, and I felt the surge from my balls.

"Ah cummin'!" I said, voice hoarse with the strain of concentrating. Cheerilee release me, settling back down on her knees and grabbing the base of my cock with her hands. She opened her mouth and splayed her tongue out, resting the head of my dick on her tongue and giving the shaft a few final jacks.

The first rope of cum blasted out of my tip, splashing into the back of Cheerilee's throat like a canon. I felt her tense up as it hit, but she didn't let go of my spurting cock. Instinctively, she clamped down around my head andswallowed the cum, only for it to be replaced by another rope, then another. Cheerilee's eyes widened as she tried vainly to keep up with the flood, but after only another couple of spurts, it overwhelmed her and she had to pull off. The final gushes of cum dribbled from the tip of my cock, landing on her tits and chest.

I fell back on the bed, panting and dizzy from the force of my relief. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cheerilee swallow several times before gasping for breath herself. Her hand was still on my dick, shrinking though it was, and she squeezed it a couple of times to get out the very last of my cum, which she licked up with clear enjoyment "Mmm. It really does taste like apples."

"That was amazin'," I said, rolling over and making space on the bed for Cheerilee. She climbed up and lay down beside me, snuggling into my chest. "You, ahh, got a little somethin'."

Cheerilee looked down to where I was pointing and saw that her chest was covered in several globs of my seed. She scooped one glob off with her fingers, but rather than clean it off herself, she held them out to me. "Such a mess, Mac. Care to help me clear up?"

I didn't even hesitate, and licked her fingers clean of my own cum. Now, don't get me wrong; I didn't make a habit of this sort of thing, but I had no problem with the taste of my own cum, especially when it was mixed with that of a gorgeous woman's. Back when we were together, AJ loved it when I licked her out after having finished in her.

Once her fingers were clean, I went to work on Cheerilee's breasts, and in a few moments, she was licked clean of all she hadn't managed to swallow herself. I paid special attention to her nipples, suckling them as a child would have even if there was no milk to be had.

For her part, Cheerilee hadn't been idle either. She had been focusing on bringing me back to readiness with her hand, massaging my balls or stroking the shaft. It didn't take long for her delicate touch to have the desired effect, and by the time I was done cleaning her she had me back at attention and ready for more.

Cheerilee reclined back on the bed, spreading herself open for me. Her pussy, flushed and slick with arousal was clearly very ready for the main course. "Be gentle," she said as I climbed on top of her and lined my cock up with her opening. "And please, don't finish in me."

"Of course not, Cheerilee. Ah'd never do anythin' ta hurt ya. Ah'll be gentle." My cockhead probed her sex, parting her lips slightly and earning a hiss from her as the tip slipped inside for a moment. For all my desire not to hurt her, the simple logistics of the matter was that there was a size difference between her vulva and my penis. She was going to have to stretch out a fair bit.

I didn't go any deeper than just the tip for a moment, gently sliding it along her opening and spending the time making sure that I was coated in her juices and as slick as I could be. Once I was covered, I pushed ahead, watching as the full tip of my cock disappeared inside Cheerilee's vagina.

"Ahh!" She cried out as se felt it go in. "So big."

I took that as a cue to give her a moment to adjust, so I just made small thrusts in and out, only going a hair deeper with each thrust and giving her all the time she needed to get used to the size of my tool. When she gave me the nod to continue deeper, I pushed ahead, sinking in another inch or so. The heat and pressure of her vagina was intense, and a moment later, the reason for that became apparent.

With barely even a third of my cock within her, I felt resistance within her sex. A fleshy barrier blocked my way. It took me a moment to realise what it was, but when I did, I gave Cheerilee a questioning look.

Cheerilee dropped her eyes and looked away from me. "I-I've been saving myself for the right man." She sounded almost ashamed of the fact that she was still a virgin. But when she looked back at me, there was determination in her eyes. "But I know I've found him. It's you, Mac. Please, be my first."

I pulled back, withdrawing until the tip was all that remained inside her. "Ya sure about this?" I asked. I wanted to be absolutely sure that she knew what was coming next.

Cheerilee gulped as she eyed my cock hanging out of her, but she nodded to me. "Yes. I want this, and I want it to be with you."

Hearing her say that; that she wanted to me mine, it spurred me on. I slid in again, testing the barrier a few times. I could feel it bending around me, stretching out but not breaking. All it would take was one thrust to tear it asunder.

"Ready?" I asked, still gently probing her hymen. Cheerilee cooed every time I touched it.

She looked at me, steely eyed and resolved. "Ready." She took a deep breath to steady herself. "Fuck me, Mac."

I pushed forwards with all the strength of my hips. Cheerilee's hymen resisted vainly for a moment, but it was no match for the force of my thrust. It tore apart and I slid fully inside Cheerilee, pushing forward until I was nearly hilted inside her.

Cheerilee screamed as I thrust into her, a yelp of pain stifled by her biting down on her hand. She must have known it would be painful the first time, but it clearly was more so than she had been expecting. As soon as I was inside her, I held myself still, letting her get used to the feeling of being full up. From my perspective, Cheerilee felt amazing. She was so tight and wet; a velvet sleeve around my cock. If I hadn't already cum twice tonight, I probably would have blown my load then and there, but I remembered my promise to her and held back.

"How do ya feel?" I asked.

"...Full," Cheerilee finally replied. She giggled for a second. "I can feel your heartbeat."

Likewise, I could feel every twitch of Cheerilee's body; every time her abdomen tightened or loosened muscles around this new intruder lodged within her. After a minute or so, she made a sign that she was ready. Very slowly, not wanting to rush things for either of us, I withdrew and started thrusting. This wasn't the frenzied pace of two people just looking to bang out a quick one, but the slow and measured pace of one for whom the pleasure of his partner was all that mattered.

Cheerilee gasped every time I filled her up, arching her back up as she drew me down into a kiss. I returned it with fervour, making sure to keep my pace steady for her.

"Mac, this is...you feel amazing," she whispered into my ear.

"It gets better," I replied. Before she could ask what I meant, I picked her up and rolled over on the bed. Now Cheerilee was on top, and the new position meant that I was putting pressure on a whole new area of her vagina.

She gasped as she felt it. "Ohhhh!" In this new position, she was able to set the pace, and it didn't take long for Cheerilee to pick up the speed a little. They were still measured strokes, but Cheerilee was speeding up as she ground herself down on my cock. She would squeeze her muscles around me as she rose up before letting herself slide down again. With her on top, the angle meant that she could easily take everything I had to offer, hilting with every thrust.

It was beautiful, watching this goddess impale herself upon me. The way she bounced on me, face twisted in pleasure; how she gasped every time I bottomed out within her. I could have gone on fucking her for the rest of the night. But, virginal as she was, Cheerilee just didn't have the stamina for such a night, and before long she started to show the signs of impending climax.

I noticed that Cheerilee's motions were becoming more frantic, going a little shallower with each stroke. It wasn't hard to guess what was happening in her body. She kept up the pace, just working the very tip of my cock inside her, until with a squeal, she plunged down and sank deeply around my cock. I cried out in bliss as she engulfed me in sweet wetness as she came.

And she came hard, muscles rippling around my cock. As tight has she had been, this was far better. Cheerilee ground herself into my lap, trying to get my head just that fraction on an inch deeper.

"Oh, fuck. Mac!!! Give it to me." Cheerilee screamed, her body trying desperately to milk my dick for all it was worth. It was pleasure incarnate to feel her cum. Her spasms were so hard, so tight that I just lay back and let her body have its way with me. As she reached the peak of her crescendo, I felt the tingle deep in my balls again and I knew it was time.

As much as would have liked to stay; as much as my body yearned to fulfil its basic biological desire to procreate, I pushed Cheerilee onto her back and slipped out of her. Even in the throws of her climax, she realised what was going on and grasped at my throbbing cock, pointing it at her abdomen. A couple of quick tugs later and I unloaded my third round of cum onto her body. Having already cum several times, it wasn't as impressive as it could have been, and after only a couple of twitches, I started to soften in her hands.

Cheerilee wasn't to be deterred, and she engulfed my slimy cock in her mouth, licking and sucking out the final dregs of cum. I felt her swallow it all, her throat and mouth convulsing around me, licking me clean, but soon there was nothing more to be had and she let my floppy cock slip from her mouth.

We both collapsed onto the bed, hot and sweaty, but utterly satisfied. We just lay there, wrapped up in each others arms. I stroked Cheerilee's hair out of her eyes, while she hugged herself into my chest.

"Mac, that was everything I had ever hoped it would be," Cheerilee said, cuddling up next to me. "Thank you."

Outside the window, I could see the first traces of the horizon starting to lighten. Dawn would still be another ways off, but there wasn't any point to trying to get to sleep now. Cheerilee noticed it as well. "Hold me until we have to get up?"

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in and letting her know that she was safe, loved; that I would be there for her.