Was there any doubt

Like a striking snake, you latch onto the delicate flesh, suckling hard. Jennifer's head fell back, wailing in pleasure, "Yes, Daddy, mark me and show the team I'm your cheerleader slut."

Your mind shut down as you applied every bit of suction you could. This wasn't about pleasure; it was about leaving a warning. This female was yours, and woe to the male who interfered.

There was an audible pop as you released the suction, and with a growl, you swooped down, kissing her with bruising ****. Your tongue plundered her mouth, seeking to assert your dominance. Moaning into each other's mouths, your left hand viciously mauled her breast. While the right one tore at the strings tying her bikini bottoms.

Feeling the knot give way under your fingers, you break the kiss. Jennifer gasped for breath; her lips were swollen from your ****. The feral look in her eyes told you she was reveling in the rough treatment.

Sliding down onto your knees, Jennifer was a feast laid out before you. Pulling the other knot, you brush aside her bikini bottoms, revealing her waxed smooth pussy to your hungry gaze.

Jennifer drew her knees up to her belly. "Mnnnnn, yes, eat my pussy," she panted.

Jennifer holds her breath as you lean down. Staring into her eyes, your tongue had almost touched her wet folds.

"Noooooo, Daddy," she whined when you abruptly pulled back.

"My little slut didn't say please." You chide her.

"Please taste my pussy, Daddy." Jennifer moaned out, her head falling back.

Low laughter rumbles from you as you swoop down, giving her twat a long lick as you taste her cream.

"Oh fuck yes," she cried out, her legs shivering as you tasted her. Jennifer gurgled in pleasure as you lapped at her swollen labia.

"Fuck, I'm sooooo close, Daddy. Make me cum." In reply you thrust two fingers deep into her bubbling honeypot.

Moving your two fingers in and out of Jennifer's dripping hole, you start batting her clit with your tongue.

"Yessssssss..." the teen hisses as her whole body locks up. Then her hips jerk as she comes, flooding your face with her salty-sweet goodness.

Licking your lips, you looked down at your teen lover staring up at you, her eyes sightless, as the spasm worked its way through her body.

"You taste so good; maybe we should set you out next to the lemonade with a spigot in your pussy."

Still trembling from her orgasm, Jennifer gives you a lusty smile. "Let me taste," she demands.

Leaning over you, lover, you capture her lips. Tasting herself on your tongue, Jennifer hums in approval before breaking the kiss to lick your cheeks.

Jennifer licked all the juice she could find before growling into your ear. "Bet I'll taste better mixed with your cum. Fuck me raw, Daddy."

You groan with hunger, demanding that you impale Jennifer on your meat stick. Standing up, you take off your polo shirt, throwing it on the floor. At the same time Jennifer sat up, pulling your swim trunks down your legs.

Between Jennifer and the Cialis humming in your blood, your cock was an iron rod ready to pound nails. You groan as Jennifer wraps one of her hands around the base of your shaft, while the other gently cups your balls.

Her hot eyes locked with yours, Jennifer lapped at the precum leaking out of your aching cockshaft.

"So yummy, like Ambrosa," she observed before wrapping her lips around the helmet and taking you into the back of her throat. Bobbing back and forth, you clenched, trying not to cum early. Smiling around your dick, Jennifer pulled off with a shlurp.

"I hope you were able to brew up some more baby batter after your night with Kat." Jennifer moved back on the bed, spreading her legs. Tapping her pussy with a finger, she tells you, "Reading all those stories you like rubbed off on me. I had Becky help me destroy all my nasty birth control pills, even." Jennifer's hand now drifted to her tight belly. "Even now all those nasty chemicals are being flushed from my system." Jennifer paused, saying nothing for a long moment, her smile getting wider. "I wonder if there's an egg there; that would be nice, me, Kat, and Becky all showing by Christmas."

You were just about to throw yourself on the cheerleader when you heard a faint gasp. Engrossed in each other, neither you nor Jennifer had noticed that the bedroom door had been cracked open.

Through the opening in the door, you could meet the eyes of Lili Lee. She was in a tiny bikini, her tits monstrous on her small frame, crouched in the hallway.

"Come in and shut the door, Lili, or run now; your choice," you gruffly tell the teen.