Sex with a sixteen-year-old can be hazardous to your health.
Fbailey story number 462
Cute Cheerleader Skirt
There she was in her cute cheerleader skirt. It was short and pleated with a baby blue color on the outside and it was white inside the pleats when she moved. She had on a tight white button shirt with a baby blue vest that matched her skirt. She was wearing white sneakers with baby blue socks. She was a beautiful young woman. She smiled at me as she walked by then she did a back flip for me just to show me that she could. Normally she wears either white or baby blue panty covers like the rest of the cheerleaders do, but that particular day she was wearing just her sexy pink panties. I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts.
Heather was the head cheerleader on the junior varsity cheerleading squad at the local high school. She was very good at it too. She had taken up gymnastics, modern dance, and yoga to improve herself. She was the envy of most of the girls on her squad. I had seen her sit down on the floor, open her feet up wide, and then bend over pressing her firm youthful breasts onto the floor between her knees.
As I came back to reality Heather smiled up at me, then she came up onto my porch, and then she leaned back against the railing. In that position she was showing me her sexy pink panties without actually being aware of it, or so I thought. Her feet were spread wide enough so that I could see the crotch of her panties straining to keep her puffy pussy covered. I could also see a darker wet spot that had formed in the gusset of her panties. She was sexually excited and her pussy was dripping.
I looked up to see Heather looking right at my crotch. I then looked down and saw the head of my cock peeking out of one of my short’s legs. Its head was a dark bluish pink and its tiny little slit was drooling just like Heather’s pussy was. There was a slime trail on my inner thigh.
Heather spoke first, “I see we both have the same problem. Suppose we take care of our problems together.”
I asked, “Just what do you have in mind young lady?”
Heather stood up and boldly said, “How about you try to fuck my brains out. You know what they say about blondes with big tits.”
I replied, “No, what?”
Heather smiled and said, “We like to fuck, silly.” Then she laughed that special little laugh that I had grown to love.
I took her hand and led her inside my house. My wife was standing in the kitchen and asked, “What are you two up to?”
Heather replied, “He is going to try to fuck my brains out.”
My wife just laughed at her and said, “Heather he has been trying to do that to me for years. It doesn’t work. I’m still smarter than he is.”
I laugher at her and said, “Maybe not, but I sure got a lot of sex from you in the process. Didn’t I?”
Then my beautiful granddaughter took me up to my bedroom.
I got undressed and Heather just removed her sexy pink panties leaving her cheerleader outfit on and then she climbed up on my hard cock. As we fucked I remembered fucking her grandmother when she was sixteen years old. I remembered fucking her mother when she was sixteen years old too. Then I smiled to myself thinking that it was only fitting that I had been fucking Heather for most of her sixteenth year too.
Her tight pussy slipped up and down my stiff shaft as it had a hundred times before. The feeling kept building up and up until I couldn’t bare it any longer. When my cum finally shot up into her with an increased force, I just closed my eyes and drifted off.
At first I thought that I had just fallen asleep but I seemed to be floating over my bed looking down at myself lying there on the bed under my granddaughter. I smiled thinking that if I died fucking this angel that I would go straight to heaven. Heather was shouting for her grandmother to come upstairs. Soon my wife was comforting her and telling her that that was the way that I had always wanted to go…having sex with a sexy sixteen-year-old girl like her.
My life flashed before my eyes and it had been a very long and good life too. I had wonderful parents, a great wife, and I had the best daughter a man could ever want, not to mention my fantastic granddaughter.
Then the future flashed before me. My wife would eventually remarry her other childhood sweetheart after his wife dies. My daughter would eventually become a grandmother herself. Heather would become a scientist and find a cure for cancer, but not before it took the life of her father, her husband, and one of her sons.
Saint Peter let me relive my last few moments over and over again. I spent an eternity making love to my beautiful granddaughter in her cute cheerleader skirt until one day she joined me for real. In heaven she was once again sixteen. All those years, what her grandmother had said to her kept me in her heart. I had died making love to her and she had made an old man very, very happy. Now in heaven we would relive that afternoon together as often as we wanted too.