Confessions of a Cheerleader - The Naked Truth - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Cheerleader - The Naked Truth

... popping in a naughty cheerleader’s mouth. It was with this aim in mind and more that we guided him to his bed. We lost our skirts on the way, leaving us butt naked and perfect to be fondled by our host. Julie and I knelt on the bed and took turns to rub our titties in his face, while maintaining a fairly constant friction on his cock. He was as near to priapic as a guy can get without actually requiring hospitalization. Maybe his dick would go down some time but not until JJ and I had been fully satisfied. We ran our hands between his legs, tickling him with that light pressure that makes guys wince, audibly. The firmness of his thighs led to the taut wrinkliness of his ball sack, which was nicely weeded of any bristles. We now had him kind of sandwiched on the bed, with our boobs squashed round his face as his longest finger pumped upwards into out soaking wet cunts. JJ and I were soon sharing a mini orgasm, and I at least was beginning to imagine his firm, thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I kept the thought in my head as JJ gave me a long lingering kiss, our juices oozing around Clay’s fingers. I looked down at his cock and licked my lips. Julie immediately read my mind and we knelt on the plush carpet of the bedroom, until we were almost eye level with Clay’s eight inches of pleasure. I rolled my tongue around the underside of his glans and JJ licked the engorged head. It’s funny how guys make a different noise from different forms of stimulation. His soft ...

... groans were replaced with sharp intakes of breath, as if he was stepping into a bath of ice water. We kissed the warm fleshiness of his dick, trailing saliva around the tip, until I felt it would be good to take him into my mouth. I could see from my half open eyelids that Julie was nuzzling his nut sack, sucking his love pebbles, as I went down on his nob. How long foreplay should last is a combination of feminine intuition and the throbbing ache of one’s pussy. That point had been reached and in a moment of telepathy, Julie and I turned on Clay, throwing him back on the bed. “You ready for some real action?!” I said. “Yeah, just whenever you please!” he said, unable to disguise his delight. “Hmmm… me first,” said JJ, who not giving me a chance to protest, straddled his cock in readiness. I would have to be satisfied with his tongue, but if it was as useful as his finger, I wouldn’t be too disappointed. Clay held me firmly, pressing his thumbs into my butt cheeks, while his fingers held my hips. I could feel his nose nudging the no girl’s land between my pussy and my ass, as his tongue lapped against the moisture of my vulva. Julie’s face was like a kid on Christmas. She took the centre of his shaft and guided him into her pussy. Cowgirl is one of her favourite positions and with so much to play with, she could ride that cock with no fear of slipping out. Within a minute or less, we were building up to a nice rhythm. Julie was half rocking, half bucking, her knees securely ...