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The late afternoon sun cut through the grimy windshield of Eddie’s van, painting warm stripes across the green polyester of Chrissy’s cheerleading skirt. She shifted on the futon mattress in the back of his van, strawberry blond curls swinging. “I can’t. What if someone notices?”
Eddie leans against the van wall across from her. His gaze was heavy, knowing. “You got two layers covering that pretty little pussy sweetheart, no one is gonna see a thing. It’s just for you. For us.” He reached over, his fingertips, familiar calloused fingertips, brushing the hem of her skirt. “You want to be thinking about me during that game, don’t you? Want to have a little secret, be all hot and swollen, right under your uniform?”
Her mouth went dry. The idea was insane, reckless even. It made her stomach flutter. “How… how would I even…”
Eddie leaned closer, his eyes darkening with a mischievous glint. “What if I told you I’ve got a little… toy for us?” He reached into his backpack, empty of anything other his D&D books and figures and pulled out a sleek, hot pink pump with a small, plastic and pink domed cup.
Chrissy’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she recognized it immediately.
“A pussy pump? Eddie, are you serious?” she whispered. "Did you see this in a dirty magazine?"
“Dead serious,” he said, his lips curling into that knowing smirk. “Trust me, it’ll be hot. Just a few pumps, enough to make you feel it, make you all puffy and sensitive during the game. It’ll keep you thinking about me, yeah?” His tone teasing, coaxing her.
"I'm already going to be thinking about you the whole time." Chrissy bit her lip, her heart racing. She peered over the passenger seat but only saw the stillness of the woods they had parked against, then back at him. “Okay,” she breathed, the word escaping in a rush. “But just a little.”
Eddie’s grin widened as he adjusted the pump, his hands steady and sure. He gently pulled down her cheer briefs and panties, exposing glistening shaved lips and tufts of ginger hair, his fingers brushing against her thighs till she trembled. “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, and pressed the domed cup against her starting to pump slowly, the suction pulling gently at her skin. The sensation was strange at first, intense but not painful, and a soft gasp slipped from her lips.
“That’s it,” Eddie whispered, his voice husky. He kept the pressure mild, just enough to make her swell slightly, the skin growing sensitive and taut under the cup. His free hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward his. “Look at you, so fucking gorgeous like this.”
Their lips met in a heated kiss, Eddie’s mouth warm and insistent against hers. Chrissy moaned softly and melted into the kiss, her body responding to the combination of his touch and the subtle, constant tugging sensation between her legs. His tongue on hers, teasing and slow, while his hand pushed up her top, rolling a pebbled nipple through her bra.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, his breathing uneven. “Let me see you,” he said, carefully removing the pump. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her pussy, pink, puffy, and glistening with arousal. “Fuck, Chrissy, you have no idea how hot this is.”
Chrissy had been many things to many people, pretty, sweet, delicate, angelic - soft, sweet, princessy words that made her feel candy coated, like she had a hard brittle shell and a sugary sweet inside. Eddie called her hot, gorgeous, sexy - made her feel sticky and gooey, like melted vanilla ice cream on cherry pie.
It was an addicting feeling.
He didn’t wait for her to respond, dropping his head between her thighs and licking a slow, deliberate stripe up her swollen lips. Chrissy gasped, her hands flying to his hair as his tongue worked her over with expert precision. He alternated between broad strokes and focused flicks, driving her closer and closer to the edge without letting her tip over.
“Eddie-” she whimpered, her hips bucking against his mouth. He added one long finger, then two, curling them inside her as his tongue never stopped moving. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmured against her, pulling back just enough to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. “You’re so close, aren’t you? But I want you to wait. Want you to remember how good I can make you feel.”
Chrissy whimpered again, her body aching for release, but she obeyed, letting him bring her to the brink and hold her there, teasing, tormenting, and utterly irresistible.
Eddie leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. “Now you carry that with you. Every jump, every cheer, you’ll feel it. And the second that game is over, you run to this van. I’m gonna feast on that pussy.”
The gym was a roar of noise and stale popcorn scent. Chrissy smiled, her teeth aching with the effort. Her pom-poms were a blur of green and orange. With every high kick, every bounce, the subtle, swollen sensitivity between her legs sang a constant, siren song. The seam of her cheer briefs pressed against her clit and the thin fabric of her panties rubbed just enough to remind her. Eddie’s words echoed with every pounding beat of the cheer squad’s chant. My good girl. My pussy.
She spotted him once, slouched in the bleachers at the top corner, a dark smudge in the crowd. He wasn’t watching the game. He was watching her. His stare was a physical touch, a promise that made her next cheer come out breathless.
The final buzzer was a liberation. She didn’t wait for the team huddle, didn't wait for Jason to shower or change or her friends. Mumbling an excuse about a headache, she slipped through the dispersing crowd, her heart hammering against her ribs. The cool evening air hit her heated skin as she pushed through the side door into the nearly empty parking lot.
His van was there, a hulking shadow at the back of the parking lot. The side door was already unlocked. She yanked it open and scrambled inside, the familiar scents of weed, leather, and him enveloping her like a blanket.
He was on her before the door slammed shut. His mouth crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping inside. His hands were everywhere, cupping her face, tangling in her ponytail, sliding under her uniform top to palm her breast through her bra. She kissed him back with a needy desperation, fisting her hands into his flannel.
“Turn around,” he growled against her lips. “Bend console Let me see you.”
She obeyed, leaning over the the center console and presenting herself. He pushed her skirt up and her layers of underwear down, his breath catching. “Jesus.” His fingertips traced her swollen outer lips through the damp cotton. “Your pussy looks like a Goddamn heart. It’s fucking gorgeous.” The cool was hitting her exposed, puffy flesh, and she shuddered.
Then his mouth was on her, and she cried out, her fingers clawing at leather and plastic.
He didn’t start gentle. His tongue was a broad, wet stroke over her aching entrance. He lapped at her, groaning like a starving man. “Tastes like victory,” he muttered, his words vibrating against her tender skin. “Tastes like my good girl’s fucking obedience.”
He speared his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, shallow and fast. Then he sealed his mouth over her pussy, sucking hard, making the swollen lips part and bloom for him. The suction was incredible, pulling a deep, guttural moan from her throat. One of his hands slid around her hip, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight, frantic circles that matched the rhythm of his mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he praised, his voice thick with her taste. “This sexy, plump little pussy is drenched. You been dreaming about this all game, haven’t you? Dreaming about my mouth right here?”
Chrissy buries her head into arms, a muffled “Yes! God, yes, Eddie!” escaping.
He rewarded her with a gentle bite on the very crest of her inner labia. Not hard. Just enough pressure to make her jolt, a bright, sharp zing of pleasure and pain that made her gasp. He did it again, a little higher on the swell of her ass, his teeth scraping with exquisite precision before his tongue soothed the spot.
His free hand came up, two fingers pressing against her entrance. He pushed them in alongside his tongue lapping at her, stretching her, filling her. The dual sensation was overwhelming. His fingers curled, seeking, and found a rough, spongy patch inside her that made her vision flicker. He pressed it, massaging in time with mouth and the circles on her clit.
The orgasm built not in a wave, but in a sudden, terrifying peak. It started in that deep, internal spot his fingers were abusing, then exploded outward, clenching around his fingers, radiating through her swollen lips, burning up into her clit. A raw, broken scream tore from her lungs as she came and she had to bite down on her arm to muffle her cries, her body convulsing. He didn’t let up, drinking her down, fucking her through the violent pulses until she was sobbing, oversensitive and limp.
He pulled back, his face gleaming and wet. “Look at you,” he said, his voice full of awe and filthy pride. “Look what you did. You’re so swollen and wet and beautiful."
Behind her, she heard the rustle of his jeans being shoved down, and knew distantly that his boxers would follow and his cock would spring free. It had been thick and intimidating the first time, a flushed, veined monument of flesh that made her whimper just to think about taking it again.
His hands gripped her hips, positioning her just so. "You’re so fucking perfect like this," he murmured, dragging the head of his cock through her soaked folds. She gasped, already overstimulated and trembling from her earlier orgasm. "Look how ready you are for me."
With one thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Chrissy cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the console as he filled her completely. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size, his fingers digging into her hips. Then he began to move, slow and deliberate, each stroke pulling another gasp or moan from her lips.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his pace quickening. His hand tangled in her ponytail, tugging gently at first, then more insistently as he guided her to turn her head toward him. "Look at me," he demanded, and she did, their eyes locking as he fucked her with a relentless rhythm.
He pulled her into a rough, desperate kiss, their tongues tangling as he continued to drive into her from behind. The combination of the overstimulation and the intensity of his movements had her shaking, her body teetering on the edge of another climax.
"You’re mine," he growled against her lips, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled her head back slightly. "This pussy, all these pretty little moans, they’re all for me. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to make you come like this."
Chrissy whimpered, her body arching against his as pleasure built once more. He was everywhere, inside her, around her, consuming her, and she could do nothing but surrender to the overwhelming sensations he was pulling from her.
"Please - please don't stop." Chrissy's orgasm was dazzling close, she could already feel her body fluttering around his cock.
"Never." he breathes, his head pressed against hers, a soft romantic gesture to balance out the brutal pace.
As Chrissy fractures and breaks apart around him distantly she thinks.
"This is why I love him."
Written by a human in Ellipsus.
Aiea3414 Sat 27 Dec 2025 03:41AM UTC
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