The next girl was a blonde cheerleader in a tight pleated skirt, letter sweater, and pompoms. Her name, Debbie, was inscribed on the megaphone on her chest. She wore saddle oxfords and white socks that drove me around the bend. “Ooooh, I love sucking c**k,” she giggled, and proceeded to give me a demonstration that I’ll never forget. I was desperate for an orgasm and started begging. “I’d like to, professor, but I just can’t. I’m sorry. The other girls would never forgive me. I really want to, though. I’d love to have your hot c**k spurt into my mouth.” She giggled, and the combination of frustration and tease made me nearly hysterical as well. I broke up in choking laughter. That made her start tickling me. I screamed and twisted, but I couldn’t get away.
The blonde cheerleader looked do
