TEXAS GIRL
This is a work of lesbian fiction. The names and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by lesbian encounters with older and younger women and girls, please read no further.
(Lesbian College)
Everyone had always said that Kelly Mills was "as cute as a button." Golden-tanned, with natural, nearly-platinum blonde hair, the petite 20-year-old stood barely 5'2" in her athletic shoes, and weighed only 95 lbs. soaking wet. Kelly was the perfect height and weight for performing as a "flyer," being tossed in the air, or standing atop a cheer pyramid.
Kelly, from West Texas, came from modest family means, but had used her pretty features, and fearless gymnastic skills, to attain a full scholarship as an ultra-prestigious Spirit Squad member at the University of Texas, in Austin.
Being a cheerleader at football-crazy UT had more than its share of perks: Free tuition and books, luxury dorm accommodations, and a regular stipend provided from public appearances. UT cheerleaders were also local celebrities, and the envy of other girls, and a sought-after trophy girlfriend for Texas men.
As a freshman, Kelly had decided that she simply didn't have the time to join a sorority. Now, a junior, Kelly was a popular girl on campus, and was admired by all for her friendly, unassuming demeanor. Although not officially a member of any sorority, she was a welcome guest at any Greek events happening on campus.
Dressed in a sleeveless pink blouse, and a short, white, pleated skirt, not dissimilar to a cheer skirt, Kelly's radiant tan seemed to shimmer off of her muscular, athletic legs as she knocked on the door of a modest, suburban townhouse.
The door was opened by a stern, but attractive, woman in her mid-40's. It was Kelly's European History professor, Dr. Angela Hanson. "I'm glad that you could make it, Miss Mills. We have some work to do." Kelly was welcomed into the professor's home. A handful of books were tucked under her arm.
European History was one of Kelly's prerequisites for graduation. There was no way around it. She needed at least a B in the class in order to maintain her scholarship, and the pretty Spirit Squad member was struggling with what she considered a boring class.
Long-standing rumors had made it rather clear that Dr. Hanson was a lesbian, with a decided preference for college-age girls. Over the last several weeks, Kelly had used all of her feminine charms to flirt with Dr. Hanson in an attempt to improve her floundering grade.
Kelly would often wear short skirts at her second-row desk, and allow her legs to open at opportune times, revealing a flash of her panties, when she knew that Dr. Hanson was looking her way. Kelly would also come to class braless, her little nipples hard and pointy on a cool morning. Kelly hoped that flirting would be enough... it wouldn't.
Ultimately, Dr. Hanson suggested that the pretty cheerleader come to her home for a private tutoring session if she truly wished to raise her grade in the class.
Entering the townhouse, Kelly was unsure of how far she would need to go with the middle-aged professor, but she was sure that she had to do whatever was necessary to improve her grade, and ensure that her scholarship would not be put in jeopardy.
Kelly had hoped that flirting and the titillation that she had provided the college professor would be enough, but here she was. Kelly had purposely worn the shortest skirt that she had. One which barely covered her curvy bubble-butt.
Dr. Hanson helped Kelly to place her books on an end table, "accidentally" dropping one of the books so that she could watch Kelly bend down to pick it up, revealing her white panties and muscular ass by doing so.
Offering Kelly, a glass of ice tea, the college professor sat exceptionally close to the platinum-haired coed, her leg rubbing against Kelly's bare skin on the loveseat.
"How do we get you back on track in my class, Miss Mills?" The professor began to gently and seductively rub Kelly's sleeveless, tan upper shoulder, raising goose bumps on the 20-year-old's skin. "Well, I promise to work hard," Kelly said, surprised by Dr. Hanson's already-amorous touches. "I'll do whatever it takes," Kelly added absently.
"Oh, I'm sure you will," Dr. Hanson responded with a leering smile, "But you have a lot of ground to make up, don't you?" Kelly lowered her head and nodded. She knew that her current grade in the class was closer to a D than a C, let alone the B that she needed.
"If you'd like, I think I can make the process easier for a pretty girl like you." With that, the college professor planted a soft kiss on the red lips of the college cheerleader. In an indication of her assent, Kelly returned the kiss with her tongue.
Dr. Hanson pressed Kelly closer with one hand around her neck and shoulder, while the other hand began to eagerly explore Kelly's modest chest. The professor lifted Kelly's pink blouse over her head. Kelly wasn't wearing a bra. Her smallish, tan-lined, A-cup breasts stood proudly on her petite chest.
Kelly sighed softly, perhaps in resignation, as Dr. Hanson's eager fingers pinched and twisted her hard, pink nipples. "So, this is how it's going to go," Kelly thought to herself. She hadn't really thought that she would have to have sex with the older woman, but had been prepared to do whatever she needed to do.
After circling Kelly's nipple with her well-manicured finger, Dr. Hanson leaned downwards to envelop Kelly's diminutive little boob into her impatient mouth. Kelly awkwardly stroked the woman's dark hair, which was fastened in a tight bun.
Dr. Hanson greedily licked, nibbled, sucked and fondled Kelly's little boobies for a protracted period of time before rising for air. After giving a final pinch to one of Kelly's erect nipples, the older woman began to undress.
The European History professor was almost a prototype of what a middle-aged "butch' dyke would look like. Removing her tweed, mannish-looking business suit, Dr. Hanson's lovely body was an unexpected revelation to the pretty, blonde cheerleader.
Trim from daily workouts at her local fitness center, Dr. Foster's mouth-watering breasts appeared to be full D-cups. The naked professor extended her hand to Kelly to help her up from the loveseat. "This might not be so bad," Kelly thought to herself as she looked at Dr. Foster's appealing, dark-haired pussy.
Kelly was topless with her nipples erect, but she was still wearing her tiny, pleated skirt. As the naked professor pressed her large breasts into Kelly's chest, she began lowering the zipper on the cheerleader's skirt until Kelly was down to a pair of bikini panties.
Kelly's chest was heaving noticeably as the older woman stroked the 20-year-old's flat stomach. The professor's hand slowly descended until it was beneath Kelly's panties. The tiny blonde squirmed as Dr. Hanson's hand brushed against Kelly's carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair before finding her youthful pussy.
Dr. Hanson gingerly rubbed her newly-found prize without penetrating Kelly's vagina with her fingers. In one swift motion, Kelly's panties were on the floor. The professor stopped to admire the college girl's brownish-blonde jet strip of pubic hair and appetizing pussy lips.
Kissing the now-naked cheerleader, Dr. Hanson squeezed both of Kelly's ample butt-cheeks before leading the 5'2" Spirit Squad member to her bedroom, where so many had gone before her.
Seducing underperforming female students for grades was not new to Dr. Hanson. However, looking down at the pretty, naked, platinum-blonde, whose legs were now seductively spread, Kelly was undoubtedly the prettiest girl who had ever submitted to Dr. Hanson's sexual demands... and she was a UT cheerleader to boot!
The older woman proffered a D-cup boob into Kelly's receptive mouth. The cheerleader eagerly licked and suckled the large breast, while squeezing the other huge tit with her hand. "She's done this before," Dr. Hanson thought to herself. "So much the better."
Returning to Kelly's lips, the European History professor licked and kissed her way down Kelly's sexy, prone body. Stopping at Kelly's flat stomach, Dr. Hanson attentively tongued her "inny" belly button as a prelude to descending upon Kelly's pussy.
Dr. Hanson's fingers were the first to reach Kelly's nether region. Like petting a tiny kitten, the professor gently stroked Kelly's jet-strip of pubic hair before inserting her middle finger into Kelly's young pussy. Slowly increasing her speed, Dr. Hanson rapidly worked her finger in and out of Kelly's pussy like a finely-tuned Maserati piston, until Kelly climaxed noisily.
That was Dr. Hanson's cue to press her face into Kelly's pink pussy. The 20-year-old was sufficiently wet as the professor used her many years of cunnilingus experience to hungrily devour Kelly's vagina and stimulate her sensitive clit. Kelly clutched the bedclothes tightly as the older woman brought her to orgasm after pleasurable orgasm.
Kelly rose to her knees, trying to catch her breath after having had her pussy so expertly attended to. Dr. Hanson leaned over to squeeze and kiss Kelly's alluring bubble-butt.
Working her body beneath Kelly's, Dr. Hanson brought the pretty West Texas girl on top of her, and eased the college girl between her mature legs. The professor could feel the cheerleader's small, pointy breasts atop her much-larger boobs. Dr. Hanson's probing hands pressed into Kelly's back so that their breasts were briefly pressed tightly together.
Dr. Hanson's hands continued to roam down Kelly's slender back, ultimately arriving at the college girl's muscled ass. Kelly jerked noticeably when her professor's hand began to explore between her parted butt cheeks.
Clutching Kelly's ass firmly, Dr. Hanson repeatedly, and energetically, pressed the cheerleader into her waiting crotch. Recognizing that she was in the lesbian missionary position, Kelly began to pump her athletic hips forcefully into her lust-filled professor, ramming and slamming Dr. Hanson's pussy while Dr. Hanson's hands continued to roam all over Kelly's smooth, naked body.
Now realizing that the pretty cheerleader was apparently no novice in the art of lesbian love, Kelly was soon flat on her back with her gymnast legs tucked enticingly behind her ears. Dr. Hanson steeled her tongue, and began to rhythmically spear Kelly's pussy.
Kelly's stomach muscles twitched with each of the professor's steady tongue-thrusts. Suddenly, a single finger was inserted into Kelly's pink anus. Her muscles reflexively tightened as Kelly's professor continued fingering and began licking Kelly's virgin rectum.
The blonde's hips and muscled ass began to quiver as Dr. Hanson's aggressive tongue bore deeply into Kelly's rectum. It was a new, but not unwelcome, feeling for the college cheerleader.
The hours seemed to melt away as the age-different pair engaged in passionate lesbian sex throughout the night. Kelly would eventually fall asleep in Dr. Hanson's satisfied arms.
Waking up naked the next morning, Kelly found Dr. Hanson circling one of her pink nipples with her eager finger. The professor confided that the final exam would be true-false, and multiple choice. If Kelly failed to do well, the Scantron test sheet could be easily substituted before the score was filed in the computer system. Both agreed that a final grade of a B- would allow Kelly to keep her scholarship, and more importantly, not raise any prying eyebrows.
Kelly returned to the dorm room. She was met by her roommate, Dawn Skiles, who noticed that Kelly was wearing the same clothes that she had left in the previous evening. "Where ya been?" Dawn asked. "Working on my International History class," Kelly replied.
Dawn was not surprised, but still a tad jealous. Kelly had talked to her about her low scores in that class, so Dawn correctly assumed that Kelly had spent the night with her female professor in order to improve her grade. "The slut!" Dawn thought to herself with a smile.
Dawn was in many ways a contrast to Kelly. Born into an affluent Dallas family, she could trace her University of Texas roots for three generations. Dark-haired and nearly 5'11" tall, Dawn was a teammate of Kelly's on the Spirit Squad, and propped up the base of their cheer pyramids, with Kelly receiving all of the cheers at the apex.
Dawn was statuesque and muscular, like a fitness model. Kelly and Dawn were best friends, and off-and-on lovers since their freshman years. Currently, they both enjoyed dipping their tongues into the seemingly endless supply of pretty sorority girls, and lesbian student-athletes.
Kelly and Dawn were two of the five Spirit Squad members selected to entertain at a corporate event in Dallas that Friday night.
The well-heeled UT booster who owned the company had even provided his corporate jet to transport the small squad. They would perform their cheer routines to the recorded sounds of the Texas Longhorn band, and stay overnight at the luxury hotel where the company event was being held. Then, they would fly back the following morning.
What would have been a 3-1/2-hour trip by bus or auto, took less than 45 minutes by air. Arriving at the private hangar, the five girls were dressed casually as they departed from the private jet and boarded a small luxury bus to the hotel. The group was accompanied by their busy, 35-year-old cheer head coach, Blair Robinson, who also handled all of their business and public affairs.
With hours to kill before their evening performance, Kelly and Dawn changed into their practice outfits and decided to take a walk around the spacious Dallas hotel grounds. By changing into their outfits, which consisted of tiny, butt-hugging, burnt orange dance shorts, and a tight, grey t-shirt emblazoned with the Longhorn logo, and the words Texas Spirit Squad, the two cheerleaders knew that they would soon be posing for numerous selfies, and signing a large number of autographs, mainly for wide-eyed little girls who dreamed of someday being in their positions.
Kelly wasn't normally a braggart or a self-promoter, but this type of activity was encouraged when on a public trip, like a football road game or booster event. Standing on either side of a grinning man who had to be in his 80's, Kelly admired Dawn's large breasts which filled her grey t-shirt. She remembered how much she had always enjoyed sucking on Dawn's brown nipples, and hoped there would be time for a little girl-play later on in the hotel room.
As if on tour, the two cheerleaders walked around the lobby and grounds, stopping periodically for pictures and brief chit-chats with the affluent hotel guests. Seeing a sign for the hotel pool, Dawn and Kelly headed in that direction.
Exiting through the automatic double doors, they felt the humidity of a Texas afternoon, and were soon astonished to see the pool area crowded with 60 or more pretty, high school-age girls frolicking in the cool water, or chatting poolside. All were dressed in appealing, tiny bikinis.
There were attractively slender teenage girls of all races at the pool area. Some were tall, and some were not. All were between the ages of 14 to 18. Dawn and Kelly learned that there was a large club volleyball tournament going on in the area.
Looking at all of the pretty, underage girls before her, Dawn murmured to Kelly, "It feels like Christmas morning." The dark-haired 5'11" cheerleader was anxious to sample one or more of the fit, high school beauties that evening.
Still wearing their UT cheer gear, Dawn and Kelly were soon surrounded by excited groups of bikini-clad teenage girls. Both cheerleaders enjoyed wrapping their arms around the smooth-skinned, nearly-naked teens for a seemingly endless round of cellphone selfies.
To these girls, meeting "real life UT cheerleaders," was just short of meeting Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez. Many squealed with delight, their little boobs and firm asses bouncing energetically as they surrounded the college cheerleaders.
There were almost too many girls, Kelly thought to herself. The petite blonde wondered how she or Dawn would ever be able to get one or more of those jailbait girls alone?
As each of the lively girls took their pictures and received their autographs, the crowd began to slowly peel away. Both cheerleaders noticed that two pretty young girls had stayed in the background throughout. After the other volleyball players had left with their friends, the two girls hesitantly approached Dawn and Kelly, as if to get a cautious, closer look at the beautiful cheerleaders.
The two girls had to be sisters, Kelly thought, as they looked almost identical facially. One was clearly younger, and was an inch or two smaller and less developed than her similarly-bikinied sister, her small still-developing breasts looked like two adorable Hershey's Kisses had been placed beneath her small bikini top. Both girls had their blonde hair pulled back in identical ponytails, and possessed flawless peaches and cream skin.
As the young sisters approached, Dawn began to work her skills on the pretty teens. "Aren't you two just gorgeous," the tall cheerleader began to gush. "You must be sisters." Both teenagers smiled at the compliments coming from the beautiful UT cheerleader. The older girl, who was about 5'8" spoke first: "I'm Tammy, and this is my little sister, Christie. We're from San Antonio."
Dawn had a highly developed sense of "gaydar," and could instantly tell from Tammy's nervous, interested gaze, that at least she was interested in more than conversation with the dazzling college cheerleaders.
The girls chatted amiably for some minutes, and learned that Tammy was 16, and Christie was only 14. Kelly noticed that Christie's eyes seemed fixated on her petite chest. Dawn did the bulk of the talking, and the two high school volleyball players agreed to meet up with the college cheerleaders "to talk" in their room later on that evening.
Dawn explained that they had to perform their cheer routines at 8:00 p.m. in a hotel banquet room, but that they were only scheduled for one hour, including pictures. "Perfect," Tammy, the older sister said, "We have a bed check at 10:00 p.m., but we can easily sneak off after that."
With the logistics now settled, Dawn gave the teenage sisters her and Kelly's room number. Dawn resisted the urge to publicly tongue-kiss both of the pretty, underage girls.
The corporate event was a big success. A spirited, older crowd sang the school fight song, "The Eyes of Texas," at the top of their lungs, and gave their full attention to the familiar cheer routines that they had seen on television, and at Darrell K. Royal Texas Memorial Stadium. Cowboy hats were raised, and rebel yells were shouted throughout the well-received performance.
The five Spirit Squad girls enjoyed taking pictures with the enthusiastic businessmen and their dolled-up wives. Many of the women were drop-dead gorgeous, and Dawn wished that she had the time and opportunity to pick up or one two of them, and have a party between their mature, experienced legs.
Meanwhile, Kelly kept thinking about the two teenage sisters who would soon be knocking at their room door. The little one especially intrigued the blonde 20-year-old.
It had taken some hard coaxing for Tammy to get her anxious 14-year-old sister to join her in sneaking out of their room and into the elevator headed for the cheerleader's room. The girls were wearing their black and white team warm-up suits.
Christie was well aware that Tammy had "done it" with a senior girl from the softball team, but she was a virgin, and had never even kissed a boy... let alone a girl. However, there was no denying that Christie thought both of the UT cheerleaders were "smoking hot," but the frightened, inexperienced high school freshman hoped that there wouldn't be much more than talking, and maybe some light kissing that evening.
Besides, Christie thought, those pretty UT cheerleaders could have any guys that they wanted. They couldn't possibly be interested in other girls, like Tammy had insisted. Christie had no idea what to do with another girl... even pretty ones like Kelly and Dawn.
The sisters were quietly welcomed into the hotel room. Dawn looked up and down the hallway as she let the teenagers in. Thankfully, no one was around.
Dawn and Kelly were still wearing their burnt orange and white cheer outfits with their bare midriffs, and an embroidered longhorn head across their chests.
"Wow!" Tammy gulped as she saw the sexy college girls in full uniform. She had watched UT football games for years with her father, secretly ogling the pretty faces and luscious long legs of the UT cheerleaders. Tammy hoped that she had correctly read through the lines with Dawn. The tall cheerleader was one of the hottest girls that Tammy had ever seen. If Dawn wanted it, Tammy was more than willing to offer up her little pussy.
Dawn and Kelly gave each of the sisters a friendly, nonsexual hug. Like Tammy, both cheerleaders were not completely positive that the girls understood the implied reasons for their meeting that night, and the cheerleaders had agreed that it would be best to take things slowly if they hoped to fuck the teenage girls.
Seeing that Christie, the 14-year-old was frightened and physically trembling, Kelly gently reached for her hand and brought her to the small couch in the room. With partners now seemingly chosen, Tammy sat on Dawn's lap on the edge of one of the two beds in the room, wrapping her arms around the dark-haired cheerleader's neck as they began to talk.
"What's wrong, honey?" Kelly tenderly asked the blonde-haired high school freshman. "I... I guess that I'm just a little scared." Kelly gently brushed Christie's long, straight hair out her face, and gave the teenager a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's O.K., baby. It's O.K.," Kelly whispered softly. "What are you scared about? Do I frighten you?" "Well, n-no," replied the pretty 14-year-old, "It's just I've never done it before, and you're a girl."
"Oh, is that all?" Kelly asked, patting Christie's warm-up-suited leg. The teenager was near tears as she continued to shake. Kelly then said, "You're a really beautiful girl, but I'd never do anything to hurt you, or force you to do anything that you didn't want to do. Understand?"
Christie nodded her head, and gave a little smile. Kelly leaned forward and placed a brief, chaste kiss on Christie's lips as she reassuringly stroked the teenager's blonde hair. Looking deeply into Christie's eyes, Kelly said to her with a chuckle, "We can have a lot of fun if you want."
Christie looked backwards at her sister who was sitting on the bed. Tammy and Dawn were frenziedly making out. Tammy was straddling the 5'11" cheerleader. Dawn's warm-up jacket was unzipped, and both girls were vigorously fondling the others breasts as they tongue-kissed.
Turning back to Kelly, the platinum-blonde cheerleader delivered a deeper, more sensual kiss on the 14-year-old volleyball player. Remembering that Christie had seemed very interested in her little breasts, Kelly placed Christie's hand on her chest.
Christie's blue eyes widened as her hand eagerly squeezed the Longhorn logo with Kelly's small breast beneath the burnt orange fabric.
Dawn and Tammy were now half-dressed as they writhed on the bed. Tammy gasped loudly when Dawn revealed her brown-nippled, 36-C breasts. They were so much, bigger, rounder, and fuller than the flat-chested softball tomboy that Tammy had previously had sex with.
Seeing Tammy's obvious interest, Dawn pressed Tammy's face into her grown-up breasts. Tammy was in lesbian heaven as she laid siege to Dawn's mature tits with her excited lips, tongue, and hands. Tammy was so engrossed with Dawn's boobs that she barely noticed that the college cheerleader was fingering her young pussy through her white panties.
Likewise, Kelly removed her cheer top, revealing her upturned, tan-lined A-cup boobs. Christie smiled in anticipation as she admired the Texas cheerleader's enticing little boobs. Meanwhile, Kelly was doing her best to try to undress the 14-year-old. Unzipping the black warm-up jacket was easy enough, and so was Christie's t-shirt. Unfortunately, removing the teenager's tight, white sports bra proved to be more of a struggle.
Eventually, Christies slender, naked chest was revealed. The little bumps on her chest were barely noticeable, but the 14-year-old's pink nipples and areolae were adorable. With both of her hands, Kelly fell upon Christie's boobs. The little bee-stings reminded her of the blossoming breasts of the first girl that she had fooled around with while in 7th grade.
Kelly kissed the teenage girl briefly, and then her mouth was used to envelop each of Christie's small breasts. The platinum-blonde 20-year-old seductively licked, sucked, and nibbled on Christie' cute, still-blossoming boobies. The 14-year-old felt a mild bit of discomfort as Kelly stretched her erect nipples with her teeth.
Christie was caressing Kelly's beautiful head and hair, and was becoming more sexually excited by the second. "Can I have a try?" Christie politely asked?
Kelly reluctantly released Christie's little boob from her mouth. Sitting upright on the bed, Kelly cradled Christie's blonde head as she began to explore the cheerleader's A-cup boobs with her pink tongue. Much like a kitten with a bowl of milk, the 14-year-old repeatedly lapped at Kelly's extended nipples. Kelly kissed the top of Christie's blonde head as the high school freshman probed her first pair of boobs.
The teenager needed no further encouragement as she and Kelly began to furiously remove their remaining clothes, and breaking into a spontaneous, naked embrace. Kelly tongue-kissed the smooth-skinned teenage girl. Christie's juvenile pussy was enticingly topped by a few slender strands of golden-blonde pubic hairs.
Looking at the next bed, Kelly could see that Tammy and Dawn were much further along. Dawn's legs were parted with her knees rising upwards. Dawn's face was blissfully buried between the 16-year-old's thighs. Her long, dark hair was shaking feverishly as bore into the pussy of the older high school sister. Tammy was moaning happily as the 5'11" Texas cheerleader used her much-practiced tongue on the pretty teenager.
Christie curiously watched her older sister being eaten out. So, this is what Tammy had talked about? Hearing her sister's moans, Christie fearfully wondered if she was in pain?
Kelly sidled up behind the inquisitive 14-year-old. Kelly's hands returned to greedily manipulate Christies tiny breasts. Eventually lowering her right hand, Kelly began to pet the high school freshman's nearly-bald pussy, causing the teen to jerk. Kelly held the young girl tightly as she gently inserted a single finger into Christie's virgin pussy.
Removing the digit, Kelly licked Christie's juices from her fingers before reinserting it and easing it in and out as she continued to play with Christie's tempting pink nipple.
Increasing the speed of her hand, it wasn't long before Christie enjoyed her first orgasm. Christie's slender, young legs kicked involuntarily as the pretty cheerleader aggressively finger-fucked her. Not stopping, Kelly brought the teenage to another quick climax.
Kelly released the young girl and again licked her wet, sticky finger, as if it was a popsicle on a hot summer day.
Encouraging Christie to stand atop the hotel bed, Kelly's aroused tongue sought its long-awaited prize, while licking and probing Christie's young pussy from her knees. Christie's legs were trembling, so Kelly steadied the teen by clutching her slim, but firm, young butt cheeks as she pressed the young teen into her hungry tongue.
Now experiencing her third-ever orgasm, the inexperienced teen fell onto the bed. She was met by Kelly who took the opportunity to kiss the cooperative teen, and run her hands across Christie's nubile, naked young body.
Meanwhile, Tammy and Dawn were passionately 69'ing on the next bed. Tammy was alternating between the 16-year-old's blonde pussy, and heretofore untapped anus as she licked and poked furiously.
Kelly was kissing and licking her way down Christie's young body when they were suddenly joined on the bed by Dawn and Tammy. Christie was startled when Dawn began to suckle her tiny breasts. Tammy positioned Kelly on all fours, and started to lustily engage Kelly's pussy from behind.
Kelly made love to Tammy, Dawn, and Christie before the 16-year-old decided that it was about time that she and her younger sister sneak back to their room.
Dawn looked up and down the hallway as the high school sisters quietly headed out of the room. Dawn playfully ran her hand between Christie's legs before the teenager's scurried out.
Not having to return by private jet until 10:00 a.m. the naked cheerleaders kissed and returned to a single bed.
The sleep-deprived volleyball girls were not much help to the team the following day. Their coach thought it odd that both sisters appeared to be so tired.
The End
Please support this great site.