As stated in the previous story, everyone engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older.
Part 2 and finale of Annie's adventure.
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Annie snuck back into the basement to thankfully find a still sleeping Stacy. Without even taking off her cheer outfit, she crawled into the guest bed and pulled the covers over her.
Her heart was beating practically outside her chest, and her hands trembling from what she had just done. She had masturbated before, out of curiosity even bought herself a secret dildo online, but she had never spied on anyone before.
The wrongness of it all was filling her with shame, but that was completely overshadowed by arousal. Annie had never felt this way before, but something had awakened in her, something almost primal.
The second orgasm she had felt before was still sitting heavy within her, but Annie didn't want to relieve herself, she knew there was only one thing that could satisfy her, and it was not her own hands.
Deep inside her mind she knew she was thinking crazy. She just had to sleep it off and she'd be back to normal in the morning. Annie closed her eyes and fitfully drifted off to sleep.
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In her dreams she walked into a hazy bedroom. Mr. Collins was sitting on the bed, shirtless in those worn jeans.
She appeared next to him and she felt his strong hands pull her shoulders close to him and he kissed her. His hand was on her leg as it crept up her skirt.
Annie moaned as she felt the firm hand explore her pussy, slipping up and down as he searched for his prize. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled on his hair as the waves of arousal spread through her.
Annie gasped as he found her clitoris, and awoke with a start.
Her crotch was completely swollen and she could feel wetness drenching her underwear. Annie allowed the primal feeling to take complete control. She had to have Mr. Collins. Right now. She didn't care what happened after.
Feeling like someone else was controlling her body she felt herself get out of the bed, remove the damp underwear, and head up the stairs.
Mr. Collins slept through the sound of his bedroom door being pushed open. With moonlight illuminating the room, Annie quietly moved towards the bed. Not knowing what was gonna happen, but knowing what she had to have.
Mr. Collins was bare chested on his back as he slept. Annie carefully peeled back his covers to reveal his fully erect member. It was even bigger up close, but not drastically bigger than the toy she had bought. Annie felt nothing but pure lust at this point. Her heart was pounding, but her hands were steady.
She placed one hand around it and felt its warmth engulf her hand. She bit her lip as she softly moved it up and down.
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John moaned in his dream. Annie was fully naked on her knees stroking him.
It felt more real than any dream had ever felt before. He looked down and locked eyes with her as she grinned up at him.
John could feel himself being pulled from the dream into wakefulness, but the stroking sensation continued. His eyes slowly opened and he saw Annie, in her cheer uniform, looking down at his dick longingly as she inexpertly moved her hand back and forth.
An explosion of feelings hit John at once. Guilt, hunger, shame, lust, embarrassment, but they were all soundly crushed by the purely primal urge to conquer the girl before him.
He slowly reached down and put his hand on the back of on hers. He saw her start at the touch and she lookup up and met eyes with him. He cracked a small smile.
John pushed her fingers apart a bit to loosen her grip and then applied a small amount of pressure to her wrist. Taking the hint Annie stroked downward, and when they had reached his base, he pulled her hand back up to the tip.
John turned on his lamp, and continued the guidance up and down until she got the rhythm. On the next up stroke he held her hand at the top and guided her thumb softly over his tip before guiding her hand back down.
She was a quick learner, and her small soft hands were a wonderful change from his own hands. She flipped her thumb over the tip on her next stroke and a soft groan escaped from John.
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Pulse racing as she handled Mr. Collins, Annie could hear a small voice in the back of her mind repeating, "I can't believe this happening." She wasn't sure what his reaction would be when he awoke, but the knowing smile and helping hand he offered her had Annie dripping down her thighs.
She had to have him inside her. She couldn't wait another moment.
Her hand still full of Mr. Collins, Annie got fully on the bed and swung her knee to the other side of his hip. She pulled up her skirt as she lowered her wet mound onto Mr. Collin's throbbing member.
She closed her eyes as she rubbed the outside of her pussy up and down his dick, drenching it as she went. Mr. Collins moved his hands to Annie's hips giving her a slight pressure down increasing the friction between them.
It had to happen now. Annie pulled herself up and grabbed Mr. Collin's dick and guided it inside her pussy. She felt the tip push past her folds and slip inside. She let out a small gasp as it began to fill her. It was bigger than her toy, but she had never been so wet. She took measured breaths as she slowly lowered herself, letting the penetration go deeper.
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John was nearly seeing stars. His dick was diamond hard as it slid into the gorgeous cheerleader. She was tight, but she was so wet that the slow penetration moved smoothly. The small gasps that Annie let out as he went deeper were driving John insane. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and pound away like he fantasized, but he had to control himself.
He didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want to cum too soon.
John moved his hands under her skirt to help support her, and to get a handful of her ass, while she worked on taking him all in. Even though they were both providing tons of lubricant, Annie still had to relax more if she wanted to fit all of his dick.
