I don't think they quite realized that I was the same species as the cheerleaders they spent their lunch hours hopelessly ogling. And I didn't want an...ything to do with the rest of the guys at this school, a bunch of brainless jocks and wannabe jocks who spent their weeks arguing about whatever sport was in season at the time and their weekends getting drunk and banging aforesaid cheerleaders. Debbie, of course, was the lead bangee. I think she went down on half the boys in The Program last. Finally she started making little sounds that were somewhere between a squeak and a moan. Some five minutes later I was starting to pound her pretty hard and to my full depth when she grabbed me, lifted her bottom up to match my thrusts, moaned loudly saying something in Japanese and had her first orgasm. This brought me over the edge. My ball sack tightened and my cock swelled a little larger and I blasted a load into Naokis cunt. She moaned loudly again as she felt my jiz fill her womb. I. She'd have expected him to get over that after four years. He hadn't, and -- sometimes, including this time -- she enjoyed knowing that he still found her sexy.The temperature climbed as they did. At the door to their apartment, it was as hot as a steam bath. Inside it was better, inadequate as their air conditioner was. Some days, there were advantages to a one-room apartment.The sofa bed was still out, if made. She wondered briefly whether leaving the bed out was Bob's attempt at subtlety.. ” She glanced at me. “While you pump my snatch with your cock.”That was enough to put Lissa and me on edge for our match and we played like one person. We were so in synch that when I hit a spike, Lissa hit the floor before I’d finished my swing. The ball sailed an inch over her head and dribbled onto the floor before the Canadians could react. From that point on, they were on the defensive and never caught us. We won by three and by eight.I’d just come out of the men’s locker room and was.