A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 03

... can cum multiple times in an hour, right?” “Yeah, why?” I asked. “I think you know why,” Becca answered. As she said those words, she gave me a dirty wink. At that moment, Becca pushed me onto the bed, jumped on top of me, grabbed my cock, pushed it into her mouth, and began to suck on it. I leaned back and moaned, unable to hide how much I enjoyed receiving pleasure from my amazing girlfriend, Becca. A few days passed before that Saturday, the day that I would meet Emma, did arrive. It was 1:00 P.M. I sat on Becca's front porch as I waited for Emma to arrive. A few seconds later, a black Civic pulled up and into Becca's driveway. A young woman climbed out of the car. I stared at her face. She had brunette hair, blue eyes, and pink lips. She had a natural tan and long legs. The young woman smiled at me, and I immediately knew that it was Emma. To my shock, she was wearing a white tank top and a light blue miniskirt. The white tennis shoes were the only things that she had on that would be acceptable to wear to a cheerleader practice or audition. Emma walked up to me. I climbed to my feet and walked over to her. “Hey!” she said. “I'm Emma. It's a pleasure to meet you.” She hugged me. I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't allow my face to show how I was feeling as she embraced me. When we separated, I surveyed her body. I frowned. “I could be wrong, but those aren't the proper clothes for cheerleader routines,” I remarked. “I know, but I wanted to get the idea of what it's like ...

... to wear a cheerleader uniform,” she added. “Since they do these routines in miniskirts on Saturdays, I thought that it would be best to work on my audition like this.” “Okay, that's understandable,” I replied, even though I didn't buy that excuse at all. It took everything I had within me to keep my cock from getting hard. Emma was really hot. “Come on, let's go inside,” I replied. “I have everything set up in Becca's bedroom.” Emma and I headed into Becca's house. We walked upstairs and entered her bedroom. “Uh, have you ever been a cheerleader before?” I asked Emma. “Yeah,” she answered. “Cheered in high school. Our mascot was the cougars. Yeah, that joke got old really quickly.” “Damn, and I thought having a rooster for a mascot was bad,” I said. “Yep, that's high school for you,” she remarked. “Immaturity at its finest.” “Well, college guys aren't that much more mature,” I informed her. “Trust me, I know,” she said. “Okay, let's get started.” “Great,” I said. “I'm going to get the camera set up. Make sure it's working and ready to go.” I walked over to the video camera that I had set up beside Becca's bed. I turned it on and hit the RECORD button. The red light came on. It was working and ready to go. I hit the STOP button, and the camera turned off. “Alright, all set,” I responded. “I'm gonna stretch first,” Emma announced. “Don't want to pull anything during this routine.” Emma raised her right leg into the air. Her miniskirt came up, and I stared at what was underneath ...