Donna led Mr. Jones up to her bedroom. It was painted bright yellow, her bedspread a pretty floral print with frilly fabric trim. There were a number of stuffed animals both on the bed and on shelves nearby.
The schoolgirl sat on the edge of the bed, and Mr. Jones sat next to her. He put his hand on her thigh and caressed it softly.
"Are you gonna show me one of your cheers?" he asked.
"Sure," she said.
Donna jumped up and moved to the center of the room. Mr. Jones' eyes devoured the young girl, from her little black leather jacket, down to her matching tight black leather skirt, down to her knee length black leather boots.
Donna could see the bulge in his pants, and she smiled. It made her feel so good to have that kind of power over men.
"Your cock is hard again, isn't it?" she asked, teasingly.
"Yes, Donna, all because of you," he answered.
Donna started doing some of her cheers. She jumped around in her little leather outfit, her skirt tightly clinging to her ass cheeks.
"Yea, Tigers!" she shouted.
The young babe spun around, and then done some high kicks, giving Mr. Jones short, peeking glimpses of her wet, panty-covered crotch.
After several cheers in a row, she stopped and fanned herself.
"It's warm in here," she said. "Especially with this sweater."
"So take it off, Donna," Mr. Jones suggested. "You'll be cooler."
Donna smiled.
"You just want to see my breasts, don't you, sir?" she asked.
Mr. Jones nodded.
"Yes, Donna, I'd love to see your breasts."
She removed her jacket and reached down with both hands on the waistband of her sweater and peeled it off over her head, then tossed it aside. Tentatively, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then, a bit embarrassed, pulled it off.
Donna's breasts were small and firm. The nipples were hard and begged to be sucked. Mr. Jones stared at them longingly.
The young girl blushed.
"They're wonderful, Donna," he told her. "I think you should do some more cheers for me."
She smiled and started jumping about again with various arm motions. Her firm, small tits hardly moved, the nipples jutting outward. The topless babe did a couple more cheers for Mr. Jones, then stopped, waiting for instructions.
"Okay, Donna, take your panties off for me," he ordered.
She reached up under her tight leather skirt, and thumbed her panties down to her knees. They dropped to the floor, and Donna kicked them aside.
Mr. Jones quickly peeled his clothes off at the same time, then sat back down on the edge of the bed.
"Come here, sweetheart, put your jacket back on" he said, patting the bed next to him.
"You like my leather, don't you sir", said Donna.
He turned to her and engulfed her lips with his, kissing her tenderly at first, then slowly probed her young mouth with his tongue. She responded, and soon both the man and the young schoolgirl were passionately kissing each other.
Mr. Jones' hand caressed her tiny tits, rubbing the nipples gently between thumb and forefinger. Donna purred softly as she felt his hands touch her virgin breasts. Her rock-hard nipples rolled around gently in his fingertips.
Then Donna, still with her eyes closed, her tongue caressing his, felt the man's hand on the inside of her thigh. He pulled her down onto the bed slowly, slightly on top of her. She felt his hand rustle the hem of her little skirt, then reach underneath, as he rubbed the inside of her smooth thigh, all the way up to her crotch.
Donna moaned softly as his warm fingers gently mashed against her almost-hairless love nest. He massaged her pussy lips and clit, already wet with anticipation. Then he reached a finger up into her.
Her pussy was wonderfully tight, and his finger slowly slid up into her young body until it mashed up against her hymen.
Donna was definitely a virgin, and Mr. Jones was simply amazed that a virgin girl could suck a cock so well.
"I think we're gonna need a towel, Donna," he told her.
She pointed to a closet across the room.
"There are towels in there," she told him.
Mr. Jones jumped up and quickly retrieved one, then jumped back onto the bed next to her.
"Are you going to put it in me now, sir?" she asked, a bit impatiently.
"Just a minute, sweetheart. First, I wanna eat your pussy."
"You wanna what?!" she asked, surprised.
"Eat your pussy," he repeated. "Just lay down here."
Donna squirmed to the middle of the bed, lying on her back, watching him with interest.
Mr. Jones raised her legs at the knees, then spread them apart as wide as her leather skirt would allow. Her pussy lips gaped open for him, swollen and bright pink. He pulled her little skirt up out of the way, the black leather high on her tight little tummy.
Donna saw his head dip down between her legs, then felt the most wonderful sensation of her young life. His tongue lapped her love hole and caressed her tender clit.
"Oh, fuck..." she gasped.
She knew she would never forget this moment. The friction of his tongue was just right, and his warm breath against her teen cunt made her quiver in delight.
"Sir, that feels so wonderful..." she gushed.
He ate the schoolgirl with a frenzy, building up the pace and intensity slowly, until poor Donna was literally screaming.
She screamed over and over as her thighs shook uncontrollably. Donna reached down and grabbed her legs, trying to stop the involuntary reaction.
"Oh! Oh! Yes! I'm gonna cum, sir! I'm getting it! I'm getting it! Awwwwwww fuck!" she screamed.
Her orgasm slowly subsided to a stop. Mr. Jones pulled his head out, with her cunt juice dripping from his chin. He smiled and she laughed, looking at his drenched face.
"Sir, you're a mess!" she giggled. "You've got my juice all over your face!"
Mr. Jones wiped his face clean with the towel.
"Raise your hips, Donna, so I can pull your skirt back down and get this towel under you," he told her.
She complied, and he positioned the towel properly under her.
"Are you going to put it in, now, sir?" she asked again.
"Yes, Donna, I'm going to fuck you."
She smiled as he crawled up on top of her. Mr. Jones positioned the head of his cock between her pussy lips.
"It's gonna hurt a little at first, sweetheart," he warned her.
"Okay, sir," she acknowledged.
"But I'll be as gentle as I can, Donna," he assured her.
She nodded.
Mr. Jones slowly slid the head of his cock into the young school girl, then pressed it up against her hymen.
"Okay, this is gonna hurt a little bit," he said.
Donna bit her lip as Mr. Jones punched his cock-head into her cherry. She yelped and her muscles tightened as he firmly but gently pushed his cock through.
Donna's eyes watered, and tears came. Mr. Jones felt sorry for her and tried to ease her moment of pain.
"Easy, sweetheart," he told her. "It's okay now, the pain is over. Since this was the first time you've been fucked, your cherry wasn't broken yet. It'll be painless from now on."
He wiped the tears from the young girl's eyes, and she smiled. Mr. Jones pulled his cock out, then back in again, this time a tiny bit deeper. Then back out, back in.
Each time, he fucked a tiny bit more of his prick into the darling schoolgirl. She was so incredibly tight, that he knew he wouldn't last too long.
"Are you okay, now, Donna?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Jones," she answered. "It feels fine, now. Keep fucking me, sir."
He was only too happy to oblige, and soon his thrusts were coming nice and steady, being careful not to shove his eight inches all the way into her.
"You're so fuckin' tight, Donna, I'm gonna cum pretty soon," he said.
"Oh no, sir, don't do it in me. I might get pregnant," she responded.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I want to shoot my spunk all over your sexy leather clothes. I won't get you pregnant," he informed her.
Donna nodded beneath him.
"Okay, sir, go ahead if you'd like," she consented.
"Yeah, Donna, I wanna cum on your leather," he said.
Donna hooked her knee boots around his back as he rode her. The sight of the man fucking the young leather princess was absolutely beautiful.
"Okay, Donna, any moment now..."
"Cum on me, sir. Soak my leather."
Donna loved the sound of her dirty talk. It made her feel hotter and nastier than ever.
Mr. Jones groaned twice, pumped once more into Donna, pulled out, and fired his load. Donna watched his cock spasming and saw her leather outfit get drenched with his sticky white cream.
"Yeah, sir! All over me! Squirt it! Squirt it!"
Mr. Jones's hand pumped his cock until every last drop of spunk had been blasted into her leather clothes.
Blood and her own cum dribbled out of Donna's pussy onto the towel. He mopped up the mess and dabbed her cunt with it, then folded the towel so the fluid wouldn't ooze out.
Mr. Jones leaned forward and kissed Donna, who just smiled with those precious dimples.
"Thank you, sir," she said. "That was fun. I love fucking in my leather"
"No, Donna, thank you," he corrected her. "You've made me feel like a youngster again."
He got up, wiped the blood and cunt juice from his sagging cock, then started getting dressed.
"I've got to get home now, Donna," he said. "My wife will wonder where I've been."
"I know, Mr. Jones," Donna nodded.
The young school girl watched him finish getting dressed, still lying there on the bed, knees raised wide apart, her black leather glistening with wet cum.
"Bye, bye, Donna," he told her, blowing her a kiss. "I'll see you again soon, I hope."
"I hope so, too, sir," she said, smiling. She watched him walk out of her bedroom, then listened as he walked down the stairs and out the door.
Donna closed her eyes, absorbing the moments which had just passed. She had learned so much in the last couple of weeks, and she knew there was still much to learn. Many more sexual experiences still would await her.