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- The only way she had been able to get Greg Flare, the football team captain to be her boyfriend was to have sex with him. Having sex with him wasn't the problem. Heidi had been masturbating two or three times a day since she hit puberty and she loved it. She loved to cum so she assumed having sex with a guy would be as much fun. That was the problem. When Greg had fucked her the first time and popped her cherry, he had lasted no more then a minute and a half before he came. He had then pulled out, zipped up his pants and told her it was time to go home. That had been 6 months ago. Heidi had gone to the family planning clinic for a birth control shot, so she wouldn't get pregnant. And since the first time, she had fucked the boy at least three times a week. Each time he had cum in less then 2 minutes. Afterward his cock would wilt so they would clean up and go find something else to do. This left Heidi very frustrated. She would go home after each date and masturbate two or three times to relieve the sexual pressure. But she knew there had to be more, knew that she should demand a proper fucking from Greg. But she was positive if she did, that he would move on to one of the other cheer leaders, one who would willingly let him have his two minute fuck. Heidi was sure that Laura Stevens, the cheer squad captain, would jump at the chance to take Heidi's place. So there was her problem. She wanted better sex, wanted to have an orgasm from sex with a guy, but knew she'd have to give up on-side her boyfriend to get that. She didn't want to give him up and the status that went with dating him. It was a conundrum she had been pondering for months and still didn't have an answer for. She had talked with her best friend and co-cheerleader Clare Thomas about it several times. She trusted Clare and knew the short dark haired girl wouldn't tell anyone. In fact Clare had stayed the night several times over the last few months and the two girls had spent an hour or so each time trying to figure out a solution. But neither one of them could come up with anything that was acceptable to Heidi. Heidi slid her hand down between her legs, closed her eyes and began to slowly rub her pussy, allowing her finger to slid over her clit with each stroke along her fast moistening slit. She loved Saturday mornings. She would wake, masturbate, snuggle down and go back to sleep, awaken an hour or so later to again finger herself to another climax. Usually she would repeat this process at least two and often up to four times. Almost every Saturday her step father would yell at her several times trying to get her out of bed. Once he even came up to physically pull her out of bed. But when he pulled the blankets off her, he had stood staring at her for a few moments, before turning and quickly leaving the room. Heidi had noticed just as he turned to go, the large lump in his jeans, then looked down at herself. She had on a thin lace nighty that had pulled up, revealing her neatly trimmed, red curly bush. She also noticed that the lace over her breasts was pulled tight, showing a perfect outline of her nipples standing up on her firm, perky tits. It pleased her to know he had gotten an erection from looking at her. In fact, after that incident, she had fantasied about her stepfather pulling the covers off her, holding her down on the bed and fucking her. Every time she fantasied about it, she had cum very hard and almost wished he would. But she knew her stepfather would never do it, even though she knew he was very sexually frustrated because he had been without a wife and sex, for 2 years. Her step father, Lance, had married Heidi's mom when Heidi was 10. At first Heidi had a difficult time sharing her mom with Lance and his two 10 year old fraternal twin son's, Francis and Isaac. Gradually she had accepted Lance and his sons. "Of-of course…" stammered the woman, stepping aside and letting in her guest before closing the door behind them. Then there were the scars on her face. “I’m actually ah, a little curious also, about... about you,” Stephanie said on-side awkwardly, “You don’t seem to be interested in things like anime, why—uh, why did you come to AnimeCon?” “Where are you going?” she asked, sounding a little panicked. He would decide in the morning. [While Ramona was doing whatever she was doing, she spoke from the other room, loud so he could hear her. It was a delight to enjoy. Poor Emily looked horrified when I said that. Fingers were shoved up my cunt and in my ass. He was cut too. A feeling of foreboding, of problems ahead. “But…”
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