Finish licking her

You think she'll be more amenable after she has an orgasm, so you keep licking away. Soon, she has your head in her hands, running fingers through your hair and pressing you into her sex when she gets really worked up. She is panting and moaning pretty good.

Her sweet juices taste very musky and lovely. Her clit is very sensitive, though not too sensitive for your tongue. You stick a finger at her entrance, and she says, "Yes, finger my pussy!" You slide easily into her, so you add another finger. Then you suck on her engorged button, flicking your tongue on just the tip. With the double attack of your tongue and your fingers, Amanda doesn't take long before she stifles a scream and cums hard, bending over at the waist from the strength of her climax.

She pulls hard on your hair, lift you out of her slit. You stand, and she pulls your face to hers. She kisses you hard, licking off her juices from your lips. "Mmmmm, I taste good. Now, fuck me. I can't stand not having you inside me."

Considering the reason for licking her, you make sure, saying, "How much?"

"I don't care about the money, just fuck me!"

You unzip and whip it out, sighing in relief at the reduced pressure. Amanda fondles it, moaning loudly. She lifts her skirt; you line up with her slit, and press the head into her. She groans, "Yes, all the way!"

You run your hands under her sweater, pushing her bra off her large breasts, and squeeze them. You pinch her nipples hard, just when you slam your cock into her pussy hard. She shrieks. You begin pumping away inside her, groping her chest.

"Another $50 to come inside me," she says between growls.

"Done!" you exclaim, grunting. She pulls your head toward her and kisses you again, deeply.

She breaks the kiss to shout gutturally, then saying, "Oh, you're fucking me good. I'm gonna cum soon. Cum with me."

You just grunt in response, thrusting faster into her athletic body, pressing her into the wall behind her. You can feel your impending release, but you want to hold off until Amanda cums. You start running multiplication tables in your head, which seems to help you hold off. The sexy cheerleader has one of her legs wrapped around your back as she whines her pleasure.

She gasps as you feel her pussy muscles attack your cock. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, my God! I'm cumming!" she shrieks.

No amount of multiplication can stop you from exploding inside the luscious cheerleader. You pound hard and fast as you cum, causing her to shake wildly through her own orgasm.

You stop spasming and slip from her cunt. She gives you one last French kiss, and removes her foot from around your waist. She pushes you back, rearranges her skirt and sweater, and smiles at you with her hand extended palm up.

You dig in your wallet and take out the last of the cash you pulled for the weekend from the A.T.M. As you put it in Amanda's hand, you lean in for another kiss. She puts her arms around your neck, melting into your body.

"Thank you for your contribution. And thanks for a great fuck. You should come around to our party next Friday at the house. Sigma Epsilon Xi." She grins at you and winks, as she tucks your money into her skirt waistband.