Cheerleading

I was new to the cheerleading squad, and our team, a pro ball team,demanded the
best looking girls. I was surprised I made it, since I don't consider myself
that good looking. True, I've never had trouble finding guys, and my figure is
pretty good but not perfect. It took about three days to find out who the
bitches were, and who the friendly girls were. Names here have been changed to
protect us all.

Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, our long
dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be in shape, else every
little bulge or flabby spot would show. Terry, a bitchy blonde who'd originally
given me bad advice constantly griped about wearing skimpy costumes just to give
the guys in the audience a thrill. She kept saying that she'd rather fuck a
bull than most of the sports fan slobs.

It was Nancy, a slim brunette that told me to ignore Terry. Nancy was very
pretty, with a slim figure and legs that were perfect, especially when they
extended out from beneath a pair of our purple shorts. Nancy had introduced me
to Kim and Lori, and we ended up as a foursome whenever we practiced or
travelled.

It was after our first week of practice when Nancy asked me if I wanted to come
over to her place for a swim, and some relaxation. It really did sound fun,
especially since Kim and Lori were both going. I followed them to Nancy's house,
some forty minutes away from the gym. It wasn't much, but it was nice. Nancy
had gotten the house after divorcing her husband, which surprised me, since
Nancy looked only about 23. In fact she was really 26. Maybe it was her blue
eyes that seemed to sparkle all the time that made her look younger.

The house sat on a hillside, and she had no real neighbors to speak of, and the
pool was large, surrounded by a nice wooden deck. I mentioned to Nancy that I
didn't have a suit, and asked if I could borrow one.

"Suit?" Nancy laughed. "None required in my pool, unless you're bashful Karen."

I'd never considered skinny-dipping and I stared at Kim when she boldly walked
out the back door and dropped her clothes, shorts and a blue t-shirt then dove
into the pool naked. Lori followed suit, peeling off her spandex racer-back top
and showing off her full breasts. She too dove into the water, stark naked.
Nancy was pulling her top over her head and I started to do likewise, figuring
"when in Rome...".

The four of us swam around, splashing each other and generally having fun. Lori
crawled out an spread herself out on the deck, letting the warm sun dry her.
Nancy and Kim raced back and forth, and I just loafed along. After about thirty
minutes we all got out and sat around in Nancy's backyard, stark naked talking
about Terry and the other three bitches in our squad. Kim produced a couple of
joints and we smoked them both, getting a pretty good buzz. Nancy said we
should grab something to drink.

We went in, picking up our clothes on the way. I was going to get dressed, but
the others dropped their clothes in a heap on a chair inside the door, so I did
likewise. I felt a little odd, walking around someone else's house nude,
especially with three other girls there. But it was all so easy and free, I went
along with it.

Lori was telling us about one of the guys she went out with, and the size of his
prick. She made him seem like a super-stud, with a monster of a prick and able
to fuck all night. Kim kept squirming around on the barstool, making the seat
swivel back and forth. Each time she swung around, her large breasts brushed
the cold counter top, and I could see how hard her nipples were. I was getting
aroused by it too.

Then, without any hints or suggestions, Lori made an announcement.
"Let's all take a shower." She said with a playful look in her eye.

Kim and Lori were dashing for the bathroom, and Nancy told me to come along,
walking behind them. I followed, unsure of what was about to happen, but I had
visions of four naked girls crowding into a shower. As it turned out, Nancy's
house had a shower big enough for about eight or ten, with two shower nozzles
and controls on opposite walls. Kim and Lori were already soaping up, and Nancy
climbed right in. I was a little unsure of this, and carefully climbed into the
shower. I wanted to rinse the chlorine smell off of me and out of my hair.

Nancy volunteered to wash my long hair and I didn't object. My hair reaches
down almost to my waist, and I keep it braided most of the time.

Pretty soon, I was standing with my head back and Nancy was massaging my scalp.

"Shit! Can you take over a minute Lori?" I heard Nancy say, "I've got soap in my
eye."

Lori began washing the lower part of my hair, telling me that she'd had hers
long in high school, but loved it shorter now. I heard Kim say she was getting
out, and then Nancy said she was going to make some tea. I relaxed and let Lori
finish my hair, and then rinse it out. It felt nice to have someone else do the
work for a change.

"You've got a nice figure." Lori said. "I bet guys go crazy over your tits
though."

Guys did actually. I have 35C breasts, which are just big enough to be fun, not
as big as Lori's 38Ds. Lori kept hers wrapped up in tight spandex so she didn't
jiggle too much in front of the fans. After rinsing, Lori said she was getting
out too, and I soaped up and rinsed off quickly. I stepped out and used a towel
that Nancy had left and then headed out of the bathroom.

Hands grabbed my arms and I was scooped up and carried towards the back of the
house.

"Hey! What's going on? What're you doing?" I yelled, struggling but not too
hard.

I was dumped onto the bed, and Lori sat on my legs, tickling me, while Kim and
Nancy began tying my hands to the headboard. I was laughing and struggling,
and a little bit goofy from the joints. I didn't notice anything really weird
until I realized both my legs were also tied up, to the bottom bedposts.

Nancy picked up a bowl of fruit, and fed me a strawberry. It was cold, and
sweet, so I ate it. I figured this was some sort of "rite" that they were doing
to me, so I didn't resist. Nancy sat next to me on the bed, as naked as I,
feeding me orange slices, apple pieces, strawberries, gr*pes and the like.

"Hmmm, now this might be interesting." She said, picking up a banana. I giggled,
then laughed at the age-old idea of special uses for a banana. I watched as
Nancy peeled it. She looked down a me, playfully.

"How far down d'you think you can take it?" She asked.
"Hmm," I said, giggling too, "Eight inches!" That was the size of my last
boyfriend and I'd taken him all the way.

Nancy fed the banana too me, and I arched back letting it slide into my throat.
She pressed it deep, and then withdrew it. I gagged a little, but not much.
Lori showed up with a tape measure and ran it from Nancy's finger to the end.

"Jeeez, pretty good." Lori said. "Nine and three-eighths of an inch"
"Really?" I said.
"I'll bet you're a pretty good cocksucker." Lori said, leaning over.
"Among other things." I said, giggling.
"Watch this!" Kim said, taking the banana from Nancy. I raised my head and
watched Kim take the long banana into her mouth, and surround the end with her
lips, then push it back out. She sucked it in, then closed her lips again, then
pushed it back out. I was amazed at the sight of it, and I felt both envious,
and aroused thinking about her ability.

"That's a ten inch banana too." Lori said.
"Try this." Nancy said, reaching into a drawer and tossing Kim a very long
dildo. "It's fourteen inches long."

Kim arched her head back like a sword swallower, and we watched most of it
disappear. All but one or two inches which she held on to with her fingers. She
pulled it out, and bowed.

"Gawd, girl!", Nancy said, "You're incredible."
"I have other talents too you know." Kim smiled.
I had been aware of being aroused, but now I realized that Lori was drawing
circles on my right breast with her fingers. I was about to say something to
her, when Kim interrupted, without saying a word.

Kim stuck her tongue out, and held it out a full five inches from her lips! It
was the most incredibly long tongue I'd ever seen, still is! She flicked it up
and down, and around, then pulled it back into her mouth and smiled.

"Ohhh Jeeez-us!", Nancy said, "You'd better show us how that works."
"Glad to." Kim said.
Kim crawled up onto the bed between my legs, and I shifted a little bit,
uncomfortable with her closeness, and frightened by my own arousal to her oral
abilities. Kim bent down towards my pussy.

"No. Kim, no!" I pleaded.
She stopped, far enough away from my pussy, or so I thought. I felt the tip of
her tongue graze my clit, and I jumped. "She's too far away!" I thought wildly.
"How?!" I wondered, then remembered her tongue. Then "IT" happened. Kim slid
forward, putting her mouth fully over my pussy, and slid her tongue up inside
me.

Rockets, bells, whistles, horns, everything went off in my head. I arched up and
thrust against her invading tongue. I orgasmed for several long seconds, and
then fell back on the bed. But Kim had just started. She wiggled that
snake-like tongue inside my pussy, and I felt it starting up again. Expertly,
she fucked me with her tongue, which was both stiff, and soft at the same time.
I squeezed it with my pussy, feeling it slither past in or out. Then she sucked
my clit, her tongue flicking rapidly over it and circling it with the most
beautiful rhythm. I arched again, coming hard and moaning. I pulled at the
ropes on my hands and feet, frustrated by not being able to move much.

When I opened my eyes, Kim was sitting up and smiling at me. Lori and Nancy
were fingering each other's pussies. Kim looked right at me and her long tongue
snaked out and licked my cream from her chin!

"Was that all me?" I asked, shocked at the wet mess on her face.
"Um-hmmm!" Kim replied, "You cum a lot hon, and you taste good too."
I couldn't believe I was doing this. Naked in bed with another woman eating my
pussy - and enjoying it!

Nancy leaned over and licked the length of my pussy, tasting me and making me
arch up. "You're right, she does taste good."

Lori repeated it, and then they all took turns, each taking only one lick of my
pussy. It was driving me crazy, and I wanted to cum again. Kim leaned down and
shoved her tongue inside me, and Nancy sucked my clit, humming as she did. The
vibrations set me off, and I climaxed with a loud moan, clenching Kim's slippery
tongue in my pussy.

"God girl!", Kim cried out. "You almost sucked my tongue into your pussy!"

Kim slipped up over me, and bent down. Our eyes met, and she turned her head,
coming closer. I responded automatically, and we kissed. Her tongue entered,
then filled my mouth, passionately swirling all around my tongue, licking the
roof of my mouth, and under my tongue. I could feel my own wetness becoming a
flood. Kim was turning me on! A LOT!

I pulled a trick of my own, and sucked her tongue into my mouth, treating it
like a cock, and sucking on it. Kim let me, then began to fuck my mouth with
her long tongue. We did this for long minutes, and I could feel her pussy
dripping onto my belly. Now, for the first time, I wanted, really wanted to
lick a girl's pussy.

"Let me eat you." I said breathlessly when she sat back.
Kim gave an "ohhh" sigh, and moved over me, lowering her blonde bush to my
mouth. Her musky, fragrant smell was erotic, and I licked her pussy lightly.
Her taste was what I expected, much like mine. I began licking her pussy up and
down, then circling her clit. In no time, Kim was rocking her hips back and
forth over my mouth and tongue, her cream soaking my lips and chin. She
squeezed her full breasts, moaning loudly.

Kim soaked my face, then Lori climbed on while Nancy began licking me. Over and
over, I ate each one of them until my jaws ached. Nancy was the wildest,
rubbing her pussy on my tits, then fingering Lori's dripping cunt and smearing
her juices all over my face. While Lori ate me, Kim and Nancy lay next to me,
in a very torrid 69, and Kim got off and rubbed her pussy all over Nancy's tits.
Nancy made me suck her tits before I came, and Lori licked Nancy's cream from
mine. When we finished, they untied me, and we all made a circle, sucking each
other's pussies.

>From then on, we were inseperable. Especially since Kim and I loved to get each
other off. I loved her long tongue in me, and she loved the way I could suck
and flick her clit just right to make her cum hard.

At several games, Kim and I were the last ones out of the locker room, so we
could spread each other's juices on our tits before the game. We were even on
television, with the cameras zooming in on Kim and me as we cheered the crowd
on. How many hard cocks or wet pussies would there have been, if they'd known
that Kim's tits were sticky with my cream, or that her juice was running down
between my tits along with sweat?

Cotton Dresses

From the day I reached puberty, I've always loved cotton dresses. All
of the women wore them where I grew up. Soft clingy dresses that molded
around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their
hips. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the
cotton kept their secret.
The first time I copped a feel from a classmate she had on a cotton
dress. It was summer and the square top was cut low for comfort in the
July heat. The dress was far from new and she was almost grown out of it.
Her tits were like fresh, golden dinner rolls swelling over the top of the
soft material. She bent forward to let my hand invade the top but balked
when I tried to undo the buttons. The feel of her firm young boobs was
wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a
sensory bonus. Later that evening, she had second thoughts and told her
mother what had happened. They arrived at my house, resplendent in their
cotton dresses, adamant that I was to be punished for my heinous act.
I stood mortified as the woman castigated me to my aunt, characterizing
me as the vulgar little letch who had pawed her daughter. The girl sat
quietly embarrassed by the tirade, clearly wishing she had said nothing
about it. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. I
remembered the silken skin of her breasts and the way her nipple had
hardened to my touch. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had
been worth it. The girl sat nervously hunched over, with her hands
pressed together and squeezed between her legs. Folds of the cotton dress
were pulled tight around her thighs and the material crept a few inches
above her knees. A tent was forming at the front of my jeans and I felt
powerless to stop it. The denim felt rough rubbing against my fidgeting
glans and I was soon sporting a full erection.
The girl's mother noticed it first. She reacted with classic
indignation calling upon my aunt to take the necessary steps to curb my
perverted behavior before the police would have to be involved. My aunt
assured her that she would and the two complainants marched smugly to the
door. I marveled at the way the cotton dresses pulled tight across their
buttocks with every step. There was a smell to them that floated in the
air as they passed and my impertinent member jerked to attention as it
wafted past my nose. I pictured them both naked under their dresses and
longed to compare the feel of the mother's tits to that of her daughter's.

When they had left, my aunt clearly didn't know what to do. She was my
aunt by marriage and didn't feel it was her place to discipline me with my
uncle out of town. The issue hung between us for days, muting our usual
conversation and making us both feel awkward.
The girl's mother had phoned twice to ask what punishment I'd received
and my aunt was feeling the pressure. It finally came to a head when she
found that I'd been sneaking out at night to watch her through her bedroom
window while she undressed. For months, it had been a nightly ritual. Each
day I had studied her in a different cotton dress anticipating how she
would look pulling it over her head or slipping the straps from her
shoulders. There was never a missed opportunity to hug her or be close
enough to feel her warmth through the comfortable cloth. Lately, disgraced
as I was, I had only been able to watch from afar.
My aunt was waiting in my room when I climbed back through the window.
Her hair was combed out and tied with rags, ready for bed. It hung halfway
down her back. No makeup remained on her pretty features, but her cheeks
were flushed with pink. My uncle's bathrobe swathed her from neck to ankle
in thick folds of blue terry covering everything but the troubled look on
her face. Her voice was very soft when she spoke. She told me how I had
embarrassed her; how she had been trying to recall everything that she had
done, worrying about what I might have seen through the window. She told
me that my uncle would be angry that she had been so careless, and asked
me not to tell. We talked for a long time about the girl and her mother.
She laughed when I described the cotton dress in such detail. Not a mean
laugh but one full of compassion and understanding. 'Women like the feel
of the cloth against their skin,' she told me honestly. 'Clothes are meant
to be attractive, so there is no need to be ashamed if you're attracted.'
Buoyed by the generosity of her attitude, I felt relieved and answered
her questions easily, as if talking to a close friend. Several times I saw
her blush at my candor especially when I told her how many times I had
watched her.
Very tentatively she approached the subject of masturbation. She
chuckled about 'young men with their hormones raging' and asked what I was
doing for relief. It was my turn to blush and at first I lied to her
disbelieving smile.
'I wash your sheets,' she reminded me, squeezing my hand.
Faced with no option, I confessed to her that I had masturbated.
'Everybody does,' she comforted. 'How often do you do it?'
I wanted to say not often but remembering the sheets I said 'Every day.'
'Just once a day?' she persisted. 'Or do you sometimes jerk off more
than once?' 'Sometimes,' I admitted. 'Sometimes when I've been looking
at you a lot.'
A troubled look crossed her face and she averted her eyes to ask 'Have
you ever seen me doing anything?'
In truth, I hadn't. But I knew enough to say 'yes' to keep her talking.
Her face turned scarlet and she nibbled on her lips. 'Your uncle would
be so upset,' she whispered half to herself. 'Most people do it. It's just
that they don't admit it.' Her glance fell on the hardon straining the
front of my pajamas. I could feel the tip nudging the opening. When it
poked into view I made no move to cover myself. She looked away several
times but her eyes kept coming back to it.
'Boys', she snickered nervously. 'They're always so horny.'
I undid the tie on my pajamas and let them slide over my knees. My cock
was standing straight and it wobbled back and forth when I moved. My aunt
watched without saying anything, and I began to touch myself. It seemed so
erotic to have her looking and I drank in every change of expression that
crossed her crimson face.
'I think about you when I do this. And I think about what I've seen you
doing,' I whispered mysteriously.
'Your uncle ...' she began, before I interjected.
'I won't tell him anything if you do it for me now.'
Her hand felt cool and deliciously foreign as it circled my penis. She
had to lean forward to reach me, and the robe gaped exposing her breast.
The nipple was raised with her excitement.
'Take the robe off so I can see you the way you were tonight,' I pleaded.
She knelt beside me, beating my meat, while I watched her firm tits
jiggle with the pulse of her hand. There was a scent around us, familiar,
but stronger than I had ever smelled before. From that night on I would
recognize it. At the time I thought of it only as earthy and intoxicating.
It seemed to emanate from her loins and linger on her skin. It grew
stronger as her nipples grew larger and her knees no longer clamped
together. Lying back, I had a clear view between them. The hair on her
mound was auburn, darker than the deep reddish blond above. Between the
dense curls I could see the damp furrow of her sex. My aunt saw me looking
there and moaned at the indecency of her exposure. She jumped as my touch
grazed over her thighs and let out a little agitated cry when my fingers
found her cleft. There was no stopping now. Her juices quickly coated my
fingers and her free hand was busy trying to guide my inexperienced touch.
Whimpers of shame and lust mingled with her frenzied coaching until she
neared her peak. Then urgency infused her need. Her own hand delivered the
last few feather strokes to her tortured clit. I watched her flat belly
tense, rolling her cunt to and fro in a struggle against her fingers. Her
gasps turned into shrieks of delight as she brought herself to a powerful
orgasm, toppling her backwards onto the bed with hips flailing and legs
thrown wide apart. I reached over and kissed her hand. The musky scent was
strong on her skin and the kiss had a faintly salty taste.
Afterwards, my aunt cried at her own depravity, making me swear never
to reveal it. We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the bed. She
watched while I fondled my cock. A drop of clear fluid formed in the
sightless eye and she dipped her finger into it smearing it onto my
cockhead.
` 'Can you come?' she asked after a few minutes, and I nodded.
'I've never watched a young guy jerk off,' she confided. Her soft hand
slid beneath my balls, holding them like fragile crystal. 'Is that what
the guys call it now? Jerking off?' 'Yes,' I hissed.
Her hands brushed mine away and took over the beat. 'And what do they
call this?' 'A hand job.'
She smiled at my frankness.
The sight of her tits bouncing lightly while her hand diligently pumped
my prick, set off a rush deep in my groin. I knew I was going to come and
so did she. Her head dipped down and her pink tongue licked my belly. Her
freshly brushed hair swirled around my balls while her ovaled lips
enveloped my cockhead. The soft, wet, sucking of her mouth unleashed a
rushing tide of come from the very root of my being. It was so intense
that I cried out as if in agony. Her tongue and lips nursed greedily on my
spouting member catching and swallowing every drop. Her head never stopped
bobbing and sucking until the last spasm had long passed and my cock began
to soften in her mouth.
It was the first blow job I'd ever had, and the first of many from my
beloved aunt. Under her tutelage I came to know the intricacies of a
woman's body and the delights it can bring to my own. Often, she indulged
my love of her fine cotton dresses, letting me crouch beneath them to
nuzzle her bare belly and taste the salty essence of her passion. In
return, she asked only that I tell know one.