Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 18:35:37 +0000
From: Candy Kane <rytr33@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cherry Pie

WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between females.  If this type of content offends you,
or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

CHERRY PIE by Candy Kane

The morning light bathed Melanie with its soft glow as she slept beside me.
The ceiling fan rotated slowly; cool air drifted down on our naked bodies.
A breeze brought in the faint fragrance of flowers through the open window
and combined with her scent causing me to slip my hand between my legs.  A
sigh escaped my lips.  How could I still be horny?

Even after making love for hours I tingled at the memory of her sparkling
eyes looking up from between my legs.  And that evil tongue!  How she had
driven me insane with it.  Melanie was my insatiable 14-year-old cousin
staying with me for Spring Break, and she was having real sex for the first
time in her life.  At nineteen, it was all I could do to keep up with her.
Many times during the night as we lay breathless, covered in sex sweat and
trying to recover from another toe-curling climax, she would be the first
one to start our love making all over again.  Sometime during the night, I
lost count of my orgasms.

As I watched her sleep, I slowly stroked myself while I relived every moment
of our night together.  I had kissed the length of her beautiful body from
her long neck to her adorable little toes, running my tongue between them,
making her giggle uncontrollably as she begged me to stop.  I had sucked her
rock-hard nipples into my mouth while I squeezed her small petite breasts
until she moaned in ecstasy, and begged me to never stop.  We kissed
endlessly, memorizing every nook and cranny of each other's mouths, but
never quite quenching our thirsts.  One moment we made the tenderest of
love, our bodies moving in slow synchronization, prolonging our pleasure
until we melted into mutual orgasms.  And the next moment we were fucking
with raw animal friction, shoving fingers into mouths, asses, pussies.
Grinding our cunts together like bitches in heat or locked in a rolling
sixty nine until we screamed.  I had licked, sucked, kissed sniffed and
nibbled every inch of her and was ready to start all over again--just in case
I'd missed a spot.

But first, I had to pee.  Moving in slow motion so not to wake her, I got up
and tip-toed into the bathroom.  Sitting in the dark, I could see Melanie
through the open door, her chest gently rising and falling.  I couldn't wait
to snuggle up to her again and feel her soft skin against mine.  I imagined
her awakening with a moan as I cupped her breast then slipped my hand
between her legs, whispering how much I wanted her.

After I tore off a wad of paper, wiped and dropped it into the bowl, I
continued rubbing my pussy, thinking back to the previous day when it all
began.  But first, let me introduce myself.

My name is Kim, and I'm a third-year chemistry major at a small Florida
college.  I live in an off-campus apartment complex filled with a few dozen
other female students.  Saturday was when I received a call from my uncle.
He told me he knew it was a last minute request, but he had to fly out of
town on business and needed someone for his daughter to stay with during
Spring Break.  He had found out from my folks that I would not be going home
during break because of my job--I would lose it if I missed a week.  Even
though my uncle and Melanie lived only a few hours away, I had not had a
chance to visit them since I transferred to the small regional college.
With my intense class schedule and a part-time job to help pay for it,
finding the time to visit them had not been possible.  So, knowing I'd have
the daytime free--no classes during the week-long break--I agreed to baby-sit.
  When my uncle dropped Melanie off at my apartment that afternoon, I was
overwhelmed at her beauty, and knew right away there would be no babysitting
involved.  I had not seen my cousin in years but remembered she was a really
sweet girl.  And I heard she had become quite an athlete, having won a
number of local and regional awards in track and field.

Melanie had developed into a beautiful girl with short blond tomboy hair,
radiant sapphire eyes, a seductive mouth that never stopped smiling, small
breasts with cute nipples that pushed innocently against her T-shirt, a
head-turning bottom that filled out her cutoffs, and long tanned legs--a
gorgeous body obviously a result of her athletic training.

"I can't thank you enough, Kim," my uncle said, setting Melanie's bag down
in my small living room.  He handed me a hundred dollar bill.  "This is for
you guys to go out and have some fun."

"Thanks," I said, giving him a hug.  "We'll be fine."

"Be good, sweetheart," he said to his daughter, "and don't cause Kim any
trouble.  I should be back by Wednesday, Thursday at the latest."

"I'll be a good girl, daddy."  Melanie kissed his cheek and hugging him
goodbye.
"Don't worry about me.  Besides, this will give me a good taste at what
college life is all about."

After Melanie settled in and put her things away, we decided to head for the
mall and give in to our mutual vice--shopping.  Melanie turned out to be a
really bright kid with a wonderful sense of humor.  Trouping from shop to
shop, we discovered similar tastes in clothes, music, movies and TV shows.
I quickly forgot that she was five years younger than me as we laughed and
giggled our way through the crowded shoppers.  Anyone taking notice of us
walking hand-in-hand would have assumed we were best friends or even
sisters.  I enjoyed our instant attraction and playful bit of flirtation
between us.  Finally, with bags of undies and tops, new bikinis for both of
us, a couple of CDs, and some fun jewelry, we grabbed a snack before heading
back to my apartment.

As we sat our bags on the kitchen counter, I said, "Something to drink,
Melanie?"

"Juice, if you've got it."

I pulled out a carton of OJ and poured two glasses.

"Thanks," Kim said as I handed one to her.

We both turned at the sound of a knock on my door.  Before I could move, Kim
said, "I'll get it."

When she opened it, I clearly heard her suck in her breath.

"Hi there," came a voice from the hall.

Joining Melanie, I saw why she was speechless.  Trish, one of my classmates
who lived a few doors down, stood barefoot in the hallway wearing a cutoff
T-shirt that fell just below her breasts, and transparent bikini panties.
Every detail of her pussy was clearly visible through the thin fabric, and I
could tell that Melanie's stare had locked onto Trish's crotch.

"Hi . . ." Melanie said weakly.

"Hey, Trish," I said.  "Forget to dress?"

Trish smiled broadly, obviously enjoying Melanie's reaction to her almost
total nudity.  She put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest out
bringing the bottom of her breasts clearly into view.  She was so wicked, I
thought.

"This is my cousin, Melanie.  Melanie, this is my sexy exhibitionist friend,
Patricia."

"Nice to meet you, Melanie," Trish said, extending her hand.

They shook and I said, "Want to come in?"

"Ah, no," Trish said.  "I didn't realize you had company, and I don't want
to intrude."  She winked at me.  "I was just wondering if you had any Cherry
Pie, but I see you're occupied."

I smiled back at her.  "Unfortunately, I'm out of pie right now.  Maybe next
time?"

"It's a date," Trish said.  She smiled at my cousin.  "Really nice to meet
you."

"Nice to see--"  Melanie sucked in her breath again as Trish turned to leave
revealing that her panties were a thong with a tiny thread disappearing
between her cheeks.

I knew Trish well, and could tell by the way she moved she was giving
Melanie an eyeful.

When we had closed the door, Melanie said, "Do all your friends wander
around like that?"

"Trish likes to turn heads."

"Well, she sure turned mine," Melanie said.  "So this is what college life
is all about."

"Sometimes," I said with a chuckle.  I motioned to the couch and we sat
sipping our juice.

"What was all that about Cherry Pie?" Melanie asked.

"Just a game."

"I love games.  Tell me how to play?"

I hesitated, wondering if I should go down this road.  Melanie could be
turned on by the idea, in which case the next few days might be really fun,
or she could be shocked and think I was a pervert.  Frankly, it could go
either way.  I decided that if she wanted to know about college life, I'd
give her that taste she mentioned earlier.

"Before I explain about Cherry Pie, Melanie, let me begin by saying that I
take my studies very seriously, and vowed when I started college to put them
before anything else until I have my degree and a jump on my career.  That's
the good news.  The bad news is, with a strict commitment like that, my
social life is almost non-existent.  Other than an occasional movie matinee
or catching a burger with girlfriends, my schedule consists of back-to-back
classes, working after school at a video rental store, tons of homework,
masturbating, and never enough sleep."  I waited for her reaction.

"I can't believe a girl as hot as you isn't partying every night.  You're so
beautiful."

I felt the warmth of a blush, not only that she liked what she saw, but I
was happy she didn't turn up her nose at the masturbation thing.  "You're a
sweetheart."  I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, noting a hint of
apricot, probably shampoo.  Then I said, "But that's the point, Melanie.  I
can't afford to do that or my grades will take a dump.  I fucked up in high
school and paid dearly, barely convincing my folks to let me go to college.
And that was only if I helped pay my way.  I'm going to get one chance at
this, and I've got to do it right.  Fortunately, a lot of the other girls
living in this complex are science majors too, and just as dedicated as me.
That's why I picked this place to live.  It has a reputation for girls that
work hard to reach our goals.  So none of us are dating guys regularly or
into the party scene, which presents one huge problem--getting enough sex.
That's why we have Cherry Pie."

Her eyes grew wide with anticipation.  "So tell me!  What is it?"

"It's simple, really.  When you're horny as hell and need to get laid real
bad, you just drop by a girlfriend's room and ask if she has any Cherry Pie.
  If the answer is yes, she invites you in to have sex with her.  If she
says she doesn't have any pie--maybe it's because of homework, finals, or
whatever the reason, that's fine, too--there's never a feeling of rejection.
After all, there's always next time or another girl down the hall.  With
Cherry Pie, you get great sex without any hassles, long-term commitments,
head games or broken hearts.  We just fun fuck.  Sometimes it's down and
dirty, and you're back doing homework with a warm glow on your cheeks and a
damp spot on your sheets.  Other times we do it slow and wet, and turn it
into an all-nighter.  That usually happens on the weekends after a
particularly tough week when we're all wound up but don't want to go fight
off the guys at the local dance club.  All-nighters are called eating the
whole pie, not just a slice.  But even a slice at just the right time is
very filling."

Melanie seemed deep in thought.  "So, are you gay?"

"No, bi.  Some of the other girls might be lesbians, I don't know for sure.
But that's the cool part.  You see, it really doesn't matter.  Remember, all
we're doing is helping each other out, sort of like cooking dinner for a
hungry friend.  It's just sex.  Although I will admit that since I've been
here, I've definitely acquired a preference for Cherry Pie."

"Eating pussy."

"Yes," I said, surprised at her frankness, but not too.  After all, I did
see how she had stared at Trish's crotch the whole time, and watched her ass
as she walked away.  "It's much more than that, though," I said.  "Melanie,
it's just so fucking convenient, safe . . . and very satisfying.  I don't
care what guys tell you they can do, only a girl really knows what another
girl wants and needs.  Some guys will lick your pussy for an hour and not
get you wet, but the right girl can give you one sheet-soaking orgasm after
another.  Plus, Melanie, think how cool it is to know that on any given
night, a girl could show up at your door wanting nothing more than for you
to fuck her brains out."  I patted her bare leg.  "Don't get me wrong, I
like a hard dick shooting hot stuff up into my tummy as much as the rest.
But with guys and their dicks comes major complications.  And none of us
here have the time or the patience right now.  We'll have plenty of time for
dick fucking later.  So when we get so horny that jacking off won't cut it,
we bake up some juicy Cherry Pie."

"So there's no hang-ups or male egos to deal with." Melanie said.

"Exactly.  It's like the best masturbation ever, but there's a warm body to
snuggle up to afterwards.  I like to think of it as all the fuck without the
fuss."  I left my hand resting on her leg.  "So what do you think?  Does
Cherry Pie appeal to you?"

"It sounds like fun, but I've never had sex with a girl before, so I don't
know for sure.  Actually, I've never done it with a boy for that matter.
These are the only lovers that have been down there."  She smiled as she
wiggled her fingers in the air.

"Then maybe your first taste of college might be a slice of Pie," I said,
lightly stroking her smooth skin.

"Or an all-nighter."  She giggled, watching my hand caressing her thigh.
"About all I've done is make out with a few guys . . . oh, and one girl,"
she added with a blush.

"But no sex?"

"Not really.  I've had guys feel me up, you know, squeezing my breasts or
rubbing my crotch."

"What about the one girl?"

"It was a party at a beach house last summer.  I was dancing with this girl
who kept coming on to me saying how I was hot and sexy, and how I was making
her wet.  Then she asked me if I wanted to fuck and I said yes.  So we found
an empty bedroom and lay on the bed making out for a while.  I love kissing
more than anything, by the way.  I could have made out with her forever.
Kissing makes me so horny.  Anyway, she put her hand in my panties and
fingered me."

"Did you like it?"

"Definitely.  It was fun."

Melanie gave me a wicked little smile that made my heart flutter.

"But you guys didn't have sex?" I asked.

"We almost did.  We were making out like mad and then she took her jeans off
so I could finger her.  She had reached under my mini, pulled my panties
off, and was about to go down on me.  Then someone came knocking on the door
and said my dad was there to pick me up.  I was so bummed out because I was
dying to see what it felt like to have my pussy licked."  Melanie giggled.
"Just for fun before I left, we exchanged panties.  I've still got hers."

"Did you see her again?"

"No.  I went home and fingered myself until I came."

"Fantasizing about her, I bet?"

Melanie nodded.

I was now rubbing the inside of her thigh just below her crotch.  I figured
it was as good a time as any to get things going.  With the lightest touch,
I ran my fingertip under the edge of her cutoffs just far enough to find
warmth and let her know what I wanted.  "I've got an idea."

She gave me that wicked smile again as she looked down at my hand.
Spreading her legs in invitation, she said, "Like what?"

"Why don't we take a shower?"

"Together?"

"Just cousin to cousin." I said.

"Just girl to girl," she said, springing off the couch.  In the next
instance Melanie had pulled her top over her head showing me those beautiful
petite breasts that I'd been salivating over all day at the mall.  With a
broad smile, she pushed her cutoffs and panties down her legs and stepped
out of her shoes.  Nude, she struck a poise, spread her arms wide and said,
"Pie time."

Just as quickly, I shed my tank top, jeans, panties and sandals.  Taking her
hand, I led the way to the bathroom.  Rather than a tub, my apartment came
with an oversized shower equipped with dual spray heads on opposite walls.
I loved slippery wet skin on skin when I showered with a girlfriend during
one of our all-nighters, and this shower was perfect for wet lovemaking.  I
reached in and flipped on the water, waiting until the temperature was
comfortable.  Then I stepped in and pulled Melanie behind me, shutting the
sliding door.  We stood under separate heads turning slowly and letting hot
water rush over our bodies.

Melanie smiled broadly as she rubbed her hair back.  "You know, Kim, I was
afraid I'd be bored staying here.  Boy was I wrong."

I took a bar of soap and stood inches from her.  "You won't get bored, I
promise.  Now, let me wash you."

She stretched her arms over her head making her nipples point straight at
me.  "I'm really dirty.  Are you sure you can get me clean?"

"Dirty minded is more like it," I said.  I started at her neck and rubbed
the soap down across her chest following in its bubbly trail with my other
hand.  She moaned when I ran my slippery hand over her left breast.  "I'm
going to have to scrub this one a lot," I said, running slow circles around
it.  "It's extra dirty."

Melanie moaned as I squeezed her nipple.  "That feels heavenly, Kim," she
said.  "But you need to check the other one, too.  It needs a lot of
cleaning."

"Don't be so impatient," I said, soaping up her right breast as I continued
playing with her left.  "I plan to get you squeaky clean."

"Clean enough to eat off of?"  Melanie rested her arms on my shoulders and
caressed the back of my neck.

"There's definitely going to be a lot of eating."

She moaned again as I pinched her other nipple while I soaped her tummy.
"Tell me what parts of me you want to eat."

"Well, let's see."  I turned my head to the side and kissed the inside of
her arm as I probed her bellybutton with my fingertip.  She jumped in
surprise, letting me know how sensitive it was.  I made note to use my
tongue on it later.  "I would start will your toes."

She looked down between us and wiggled her toes.  "But there's ten of them,"
she said shyly.  "What if you get filled up and don't want anything else to
eat?"

"They're small," I said, moving to wash her breasts again.  "Just
appetizers."

Melanie traced the outline of my ears with her fingertips.

"Whenever I eat fresh girl toes," I said, "I always use a special sauce."

"Tell me about your special sauce."

"It's a warm creamy sauce that I soak each toe in first.  Then I nibble them
and suck the sauce off.  I finish by running my tongue between each one
until there's not a drop left."

"Do you make the sauce yourself or do you have to buy it?"  She reached to
cup my left breast, holding it as if to test its weight and texture.

"I make every drop."

"What's in the recipe?"

I turned her around and started soaping her back.  "Well, first I take equal
portions of lust, desire and passion, and heat them up deep inside my oven.
I have to get it really hot."  I ran my soapy hand over her beautiful, firm
ass.  "By the way, girl, I don't know if I'll ever get this clean."  I slid
my finger down her crack.  "It's gonna take a lot of work."

She giggled and moved her ass in a circle as if she were fucking.  "So how
hot do you have to get your oven?"

"Boiling," I said, slipping my hand down between her legs.  I rubbed her
pussy from behind causing her to tremble and moan.  Then I moved back up to
caress her bottom.

"So once you've had my toes for appetizers, is this what you eat next?"  She
stuck her ass out, grounding it into my pussy.

Teasingly, I backed away.  "As a matter of fact, no.  Next, I eat the back
of your knees."

Melanie looked over her shoulder with a surprised expression.  "My knees.
Why would you want . . .?

I squatted and put my mouth on the soft flesh behind her knee.  Running my
tongue around it, I nibbled a bit then clamped my lips to her and sucked
hard.  I felt her legs go weak and she reached out to the wall for support.

I stood and put my mouth to her ear.  "Get the idea?"

Melanie turned gazing into my eyes, wrapping her arms around my neck.  "Oh,
God, Kim, you're driving me crazy."

We kissed passionately for an eternity.  Then she said, "Please make me
come."

I brushed the water from her face kissing her eyes, nose and mouth.  "We're
going to make love so many times, sweet baby, I guarantee you that you'll
lose count.  So be patient.  Heaven is only moments away."

She pouted.  "You're the meanest person I've ever met."

"Let's see if you still feel that way after a dozen orgasms."  I gently
pushed her away.  "Now where were we?"

Melanie gave me her best sad puppy dog expression.  "You were raping the
back of my knee but refusing to satisfy me."

"And we were talking about eating."  I turned her around and started soaping
her ass again.

"God, this is fucking torture."  She leaned against the wall.  "OK.  I'll
play your mean game.  What are you going to eat after you finish with my
legs?"

"Your pussy, silly," I said with a laugh.  "What else would you think I
would eat?"

Melanie turned and glared at me.  "You're a fucking clit teaser.  If I had
half a mind--"

Before she could finish, I took her in my arms and kissed her hard.  I moved
my leg between her thighs and we started humping.  "No more teasing," I said
between tongue attacks.  "This is the real thing."

"I want you so bad."  She ground her cunt against my leg as she stared into
my eyes.

Suddenly I knew we were close.  Melanie was grunting with each stroke and my
moans grew louder than the shower spray.  I felt my pussy lips spread open
and my clit pound into her leg.  I knew if we had not been in the shower, I
would have soaked her leg with my cum, and she mine.  Our breasts bounced,
our nipples kissed.

"Oh, God, here it fucking comes."  Melanie said, her eyes closed, her head
drifted back.

"Yes!" I screamed, and the spray from the showerheads turned to shooting
stars.  The walls of the shower melted into golden waterfalls, and we came.

* * *

I sat with my back to the shower wall, my arms wrapped around Melanie.
Still breathing hard, she was between my legs, her back pressed into my
breasts.  I softly kissed her neck and ears.  "That's it, sweet baby," I
whispered.  "Just relax."

She turned her head, and we kissed sweetly.

"Kim, I've never come that hard before," she said, nibbling on my lower lip.
  "My ears are still ringing."

"Still think I'm a clit tease?" I said.

"Yes," she said, and kissed me again.

"I haven't even got to your clit yet," I said, slipping my hand over her
tummy and down between her legs.  I cupped her pussy and gently probing for
her clitoris.  It quivered and hardened at my touch before I pulled my hand
away.

Melanie moaned.  "See, you are a tease."

I ran my tongue between her lips and explored the inside of her mouth.  "I
heard you get really horny when you make out a lot," I said finally.

"Keep kissing me and you'll find out."

"Let's finish washing and dry off.  Then we can make out as long as you
want."

She stood and pulled me up by my hands.  "You'll promise me anything to get
in my panties."

I ran my hand between her legs.  "You're not wearing any."  I buried two
fingers deep in her slippery vagina.

Melanie faked surprise as she gazed down between us.  "Oh yeah, I forgot."
She wiggled away from me.  "Give me the soap and turn around."

I did what she said and she rubbed her sudsy hands over my back and ass.
"Dirty, dirty, dirty.  Everything is so dirty.  Gonna need lots of
cleaning."  She worked her finger between my cheeks and tickled my ass.
"And this," she said, probing my anus.  "The only way to get this nasty
thing clean is with lots of licking."

"Now who's the tease," I said, trembling at the thought of her mouth on my
ass, and mine on hers.  We were going to have so much fun.

She placed the soap in the dish.  "I want to go to bed."

"Kind of early to sleep, isn't it," I said, turning off the water.

Melanie gave me that wicked smile I'd grown so quickly to adore.  "No
sleeping allowed," she said, wagging her finger at me.  "Just lots of
loving."

We stepped out of the shower and took turns drying each other off.  I wiped
my way over her breasts and down her tummy then squatted and dried between
her legs.  I leaned in and softly kissed her pussy.  "You're beautiful," I
said.

She placed her fingertips under my chin and tiled my head up.  "It's yours."
  Smiling, she pulled me into her arms.  "And the sooner we start making
out, the sooner you can fuck me again."

With our hair and pussies still damp, we padded into my bedroom and threw
back the covers.  It was already dark outside, and as Melanie lay waiting
for me, I pulled a half-dozen scented candles out of a drawer and placed
them around the room.

"How romantic," she said in a low, sexy voice.

"I don't want you to think I'm just here for a fast fuck."  I smiled back at
her and noticed she was rubbing herself.  "Get that thing ready," I said,
making her giggle.

When I had lit the last candle, I turned off the bathroom light and stood
beside the bed gazing down at my cousin.  My pulse raced at the sight of her
beautiful skin glowing in the soft candlelight.  She opened her arms
beckoning me, and I didn't hesitate.  I slipped between her legs and moaned
as our breasts pressed together and our mouths found each other.  I heard
the squishing of our pussies rubbing together, and when our clits touched, a
bolt of lightening shot straight to my nipples.  Melanie locked her legs
behind me and we kissed forever.  Then we made love even longer.

* * *

I sat in the dark bathroom rubbing myself and watching my cousin sleep.  As
I felt moisture cover my fingers, I knew I couldn't wait any longer.  I had
to have her again.  I moved silently across the room and slipped back onto
the bed.  Melanie had turned on her side away from me, and I positioned
myself so her beautiful bottom was only inches from my face.  I eased up to
her pressing my breasts into her back--my nipples grew hard.  With a
butterfly touch I placed kisses all over her bottom before snaking my tongue
slowly between her cheeks.

Melanie moaned, stirring.  "Oh, Kim," she whispered, bringing her knee up to
expose herself.  Her outer lips opened in invitation, and I blew softly on
her delicate flesh causing the skin to quiver.  Her pink sugar walls shined
with honey.

I wrapped my arm around her leg and let my fingers play with her soft downy
fur, still matted from so much girl-cum.  I swooned at the sight of her sex;
its oval-shaped opening surrounded by delicate flower-petal lips.  I
couldn't take my eyes away as my tongue continued its journey along her
bottom.  Melanie tasted delicious--a mixture of tangy sex, salty
perspiration, apricot body wash, and the creamy essence of love that
magically flowed out of her with each orgasm.  My tongue found her rosebud
and my heart raced as I tasted.  I stuck my nose between her cheeks and
breathed deeply, wanting every breath to be filled with her scent, and it
made me dizzy with desire as I caressed her.

"Wake up, sweet baby," I said, pausing for only a second.

Melanie reached behind to find my breast but I took her hand away.  "No," I
said.

Sighing, she said, "You're so mean."  She lifted her leg higher, then
reached back and pulling on her cheek opening her ass wide and offering
herself to me.  "No one's ever loved me there before."

I placed a tender kiss on her anus knowing I was worshiping at her most
intimate, private shrine.  Hidden, erotic, nasty, forbidden, musky, and so
sexy.  And I was the first to ever taste it.

I had caressed and loved her bottom many times during our all-nighter, but I
spent most of the time concentrating on her pussy.  Now I wanted to focus on
this perfect work of beauty.  While I continued loving her anus, I reached
between my legs and buried my finger inside my vagina.  Soaking it with
honey, I used it to paint her rosebud with my cum until it glistened.  Then
I reached around her leg again and dipped my finger deep between her
folds--it caused my heart to race faster knowing her body was once again
moistening for me--she was ready for love.  I was in heaven as I licked my
warm cum off this 14-year-old girl's most intimate, secret place.  I pushed
the tip of my tongue into her anus, pinched her clit and made her come like
a storm.  Another slice of Cherry Pie.

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