A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 03

... it. Emma was wearing white panties with purple lace and pink flowers. I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her cotton panties. I was absolutely stunned. Emma stared at me, and I knew within that instant that I had been busted. Fuck! “What's wrong?” she asked. “Is there something wrong with my panties?” “Uh... well... you do know that cheerleader bloomers are supposed to be the same color as the skirts that the girls wear, right?” I asked. “Laundry day,” she said. “This was the only pair of panties that I had with me. Is that okay?” “Yeah, sure, that's fine,” I remarked. “Good,” she said. Emma continued stretching. As she stretched, I got some great views of her ass and pussy. Her tank top clung to her boobs, but I was fully convinced that she was going to pop right out of it. My cock grew hard, and it took all of my strength and willpower to hide my boner and avoid touching it. “Okay, I'm ready,” she said, as she finished stretching. “Here's the music I want to listen to while this routine is going on.” She handed me her I-Phone and walked to the center of the bedroom. “Just hit play, and we'll be good to go,” she told me. I hit the RECORD button on my camera. Then I hit the PLAY button on her cell phone. The music came on immediately. It was some pretty weird music. The kind of music that you hear while watching pornographic movies. Emma had some interesting taste in music. I considered asking her about it, but I decided against it. As long as she didn't notice ...

... my seven-inch boner, I was perfectly fine with the situation. Emma did her routine. She walked back and forth, clapping as she moved around. She shook her hips and leaned back, demonstrating her flexibility. She jumped up and down, splitting her legs as she hopped into the air. I had to look down as she exposed her crotch. The less I looked at her, the less likely it was that I would cum in my pants. She yelled the Rasington cheer, turned around, and slapped her right buttcheek. Finally, she spun around, clapped multiple times, and did a backflip. Emma landed perfectly as she successfully completed the backflip as the song ended. Suddenly, she slipped and fell down. She breathed heavily as she lay crumpled on the floor. “Oh, my God!” I yelled. I got up and ran over to her. “Emma, are you okay? Emma?” “Dehydrated!” she gasped. “Need water! Now!” “Don't worry, I'll be right back!” I cried. Shit! This was bad. This was really really bad. I quickly rushed out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. I grabbed the first cup that I could find and poured cold water into it. I dashed back upstairs, hoping that Emma was still alright. When I reentered the bedroom, I saw Emma lying down on Becca's bed. She was holding a pair of my boxers up to her nose. They were white with red polka dots and black stripes. I had lost them during one of my fun Saturday nights with Becca. Apparently, Emma found them. “Is that what it smells like when you cum?” she asked. “Because if it does, then Becca ...