State U and Tech were the two largest universities in the state, and bitter rivals. Tech graduates and students had some right to believe that their smaller university was more prestigious. SAT and ACT admission scores for Tech were typically higher, and the perception was that Tech graduates were favored by employers and graduate schools.
Whether any of this was true was hardly the point. Tech graduates were a proud lot, and they supported their alma mater and their programs with endowments and heavy financial contributions.
One of the better supported programs was the Tech Cheer Boosters. The team consisted of 8 cheerleaders and a coach. Each cheerleader had to have high test scores and high school grades. In addition, they had to be highly skilled and experienced cheerleaders. Most had extensive dance or gymnastics experience before becoming cheerleaders in junior high or high school.
In turn, those selected received fully endowed scholarships, books, meals, and housing. Additionally, they were such local celebrities that they could receive additional money from TV or radio commercials, print modeling, public appearances, etc. Yes, a Tech cheerleader had it made, and she was a princess of the school.
The Cheer squad performed at all 12 home and road football games, and at all home men's basketball games. Not wanting the girls to mingle on the same flight as the football players, the Cheer squad traveled by a private jet provided by an affluent booster.
Each year Cheer coach Amber Adams carefully selected new girls for the squad, as seniors graduated. Most would later describe these days as the best time of their lives.
Could anything really be this good? Well, it depends upon who you ask. On one day per year there was a special Booster event where the four largest donors to the program would be feted and honored. That day was fast approaching.
As this was an "unofficial," non-university sponsored event at a private home, this was not a public event, it was not openly spoken of. The veteran cheerleaders would inform the freshmen of the requirements of the day.
Usually, four of the eight girls drew lots as to who would participate. Each year one or two of the Cheer squad team would willingly volunteer. The Cheer captain, by tradition, would usually participate.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon in April, as coach Adams mingled with the four affluent boosters, and four cheerleaders poolside. Cocktails flowed freely, and everyone was in good spirits. There would be no surprises at this event, and everyone knew very well what the day's events would entail.
Coach Adams approached the stage, and asked the four Tech cheerleaders to join her. Coach Adams began, "On behalf of the entire Tech squad I would like to thank all of you for coming today. But most of all, we'd like to show our appreciation to you for your extremely generous support throughout this school year."
The girls, dressed in their blue and gold Tech cheer outfits smiled, and waved their pom pom's in the direction of the four boosters, and then disappeared behind a curtain just offstage.
Coach Adams continued, "Without your generous support, some of these girls would not have been able to have afforded a college education. Furthermore they would not have been able to receive a Tech degree, which will go with them the rest of their lives, thanks to you."
The four boosters began to clap. As if on signal, the four cheerleaders emerged from the curtain smiling, and wearing skimpy royal blue bikinis. Draped over their chests was a little sash with their first names written on them. Each looked more beautiful than the next.
All had been taught the runway walk in heels, and their toes were properly pointed for effect. On cue they all turned, revealing their splendid fit asses in their matching t-back bikinis. One of the boosters audibly gasped at the sight. Like trained models, they turned again in unison, smiling.
The four boosters, all ladies of various ages, began furiously scribbling on pieces of paper, and handed them to Coach Adams for her review.
In this once a year event, the four largest Tech Cheer Booster donors would be rewarded with a day of sex from one of the cheerleaders. Four of the cheerleaders would pay back a school years worth of largesse by giving up their pussies for a day. Again, everyone knew the deal.
Four bids were quickly received by coach Adams, The highest bid would receive first choice, and then so on, until four couples had been paired up
Let's review the Tech cheerleaders:
- Monica, the senior cheer captain. A 5'6" strawberry-blonde. She had recently been featured in a Sports Illustrated photo montage of college cheerleaders. She was very conscious that lightbulbs flashed when she kicked up her legs. She was not a committed lesbian, and enjoyed the selected company of males and females, but had participated in this event the prior year. * Venus, a mocha-skinned black girl from Chicago. At nearly 5'11", she had deliciously long legs, and served as a muscular "base" during their various cheer stunts. With her size and strength, she was perhaps the most aggressive in her lesbian love-making. * Cheryl, was a tiny 5'1" blonde from Encino, California. A trained gymnast, she used her skills to obtain a cheer scholarship at Tech, and was the team "flyer." In other words, she was the girl at the top of the pyramid, and the one that the other cheerleaders tossed in the air during stunts. Only an 18-year old freshman, she had recently discovered the joys of lesbian sex during a get together with the State U cheer squad. * Bonnie, a vivacious and boisterous brunette. Bonnie was the only New Yorker on the squad. She was constantly being reprimanded by Coach Adams to appear more feminine, and to tone down her "dykeiness." She was recently disciplined by coach Adams for being caught in the locker room tongue deep in the pussy of a high school girl who idolized the Tech squad. Bonnie, now in her senior year, enjoyed fucking the older ladies at this event, and they enjoyed fucking her too.
The Boosters:
- Mrs. Jackson, in her early fifties, was the oldest of the women. A wealthy widow whose children were grown and gone, she craved the attention of younger lesbians, and in particular looked forward to her yearly encounter with a Tech cheerleader. * Megan McCallister, a blonde, beautiful 31-year old trophy wife of a very wealthy business owner. Megan, at nearly 6' tall, was a former fitness model, and kept herself in tremendous shape. A secret lesbian, she felt that what her husband didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She would rationalize her large donations to her husband as necessary tax write off's. As a former cheerleader herself, she would tell her husband that it was their philanthropic duty to help support the team. * Shannon Thompson, at 42-years old was perhaps the wealthiest of the boosters. An unapologetic lesbian, she had made her money with shrewd real estate investments. She had hooked up with Amber Adams soon after Amber had graduated from Tech, and Shannon was instrumental in Amber's obtaining the Cheer coach position. Their relationship was as Sugar Mama and Sugar Baby. * Tina Morris, was the newest member of the group. Her contributions were unsolicited, and she quickly rose to one of the top four donors completely out of the blue. Friends with Mrs. Jackson, her participation in the yearly event was carefully considered before an invitation was extended. Mrs. Jackson, who had business dealings with Tina, vouched for the 45-year old.
Coach Amber Adams was a beautiful, fit, 29-year old. A sun-kissed blonde, she had been a former Tech cheerleader not too many years prior. She was good at selecting talent, and had a good sense of which girls would be "cooperative," as well as good cheerleaders and students.
Coach Adams made a good salary from Tech, but she lived the life of a millionaire by sharing her pussy with Shannon Thompson.
As coach Adams picked up the bid slips from the four lady boosters, they were each given a number by the coach. The highest donation bid would have first selection of the cheerleader of their choice. They would select in order, 1 through 4. The bid totals were not announced, so as not to embarrass the lower bidders or the girls. Suffice to say, all of the bids were extremely generous.
The bikini-clad cheerleaders remained on the stage. The bolder ones strutting their stuff, and enjoying the attention.
Coach Adams called out #1. Shannon Thompson approached the stage, and in a surprise, extended her hand to the tiny freshman blonde, Cheryl. While Cheryl had a cute little body, her small tits barely made a bump in her bikini top. She did have a cute little ass though.
Shannon put her arm over the teens shoulder, and they entered the house. The remaining three women took note of Cheryl's tan, bouncing ass as she passed them.
#2 was Megan McCallister. She picked the equally tall and muscular Venus. Venus, a bit of a show off, removed her top to dazzle the boosters with her large breasts, as she walked off the stage with the statuesque trophy-wife blonde.
#3 was Mrs. Jackson, the oldest of the boosters. She chose Cheer captain, Monica. Monica kept a smile on her face despite hoping that she would be selected by Megan McCallister. She did not relish eating Mrs. Jackson's probably dusty old pussy, but it was just a one-day commitment, and she had to admit that she lived like a princess the other 364 days, so it was worth it.
Mrs. Jackson, surprisingly eager, patted Monica's pretty, athletic ass as they headed into the house.
The 4th and final pair were newbie booster Tina Morris, and the most ravenous lesbian on the cheer squad, Bonnie. Tina seemed particularly delighted with the choice, as she would have selected Bonnie first.
Bonnie looked at the attractive brunette 40-something, She was elegantly dressed in a designer outfit, and her body appeared to be tight and in shape. Despite wearing a jacket, there was no hiding the full breasts hiding underneath.
With no one left around except the coach, Bonnie gave Tina a kiss, and briefly placed a hand on one Tina's breasts, as if to say, "You have no idea what you're in for."
As Mrs. Jackson and Monica entered their assigned bedroom, Mrs. Jackson cautiously touched one of Monica's boobs over her little bathing suit top. Monica, wanting to just get to it, held Mrs. Jackson's hand and inserted it inside her blue bikini top. Mrs. Jackson tentatively felt around, gently pinching Monica's nipple.
Monica's strategy was to quickly tire Mrs. Jackson out. Monica figured that after she ate Mrs. Jackson's pussy, she could probably go back to her dorm, having done her duty for the squad.
Monica removed her bikini top, and directed Mrs. Jackson's hand inside her bikini bottom. Intrigued by Monica's boldness, Mrs. Jackson began to blindly explore Monica's soon-to-be-revealed strawberry blonde pubes.
As Monica began to remove her bikini bottoms, she was stopped by Mrs. Jackson. "Honey, let's go a little slower," Mrs. Jackson said., and directed Monica to the bed, her bottoms still on. Mrs. Jackson quickly undressed, but was sure to put her clothes neatly over a chair.
Now nude, Mrs. Jackson faced the reclining cheerleader. Mrs. Jackson was decidedly plump, with large pendulous breasts. Her pubic hair was graying, unlike the dark hair on her head. Her pubic hair, unsurprisingly, was not trimmed.
Looking at the cheer captain, Mrs. Jackson said, "Monica, I want you to be my baby." This sentence puzzled Monica, as she was not clear at all with what Mrs. Jackson was getting at.
Mrs. Jackson climbed onto the bed with her back resting on the headboard. She positioned Monica so that she was cradled across her lap. Monica was then instructed to suck on Mrs. Jackson's proffered saggy tits like a baby. While doing so, Mrs. Jackson rubbed the outside of Monica's bikini bottom, and caressed Monica's ample, pink breasts. Briefly closing her eyes, Monica had to admit that the whole thing felt pretty good, considering.
Satisfied with her breasts being carefully suckled by the attractive cheerleader, her fantasy or fetish had been accomplished. Mrs. Jackson then requested that Monica remove her bikini bottoms. Having never seen a strawberry blonder pussy, Mrs. Jackson asked Monica to stand on the bed so that she could get a closer look.
With Monica's pretty pussy now practically in her face, Mrs. Jackson grabbed Monica's athletic ass in order to pull herself forward, and she began surprisingly skillfully licking Monica's pussy. Even more surprising, Monica had an explosive orgasm. Monica surmised that Mrs. Jackson had learned a trick or two in her fifty-plus years.
As Monica returned to the bed, Mrs. Jackson began kissing and licking Monica's boobs and body. Again, if Monica closed her eyes it was all pretty pleasurable.
Mrs. Jackson was becoming demonstrably tired. Monica assumed that their session would be ending soon. She was right. Mrs. Jackson had a final request, she asked Monica if she would be so kind as to go down on her?
Monica knew that she was in for whatever the day entailed, so she positioned her head in between Mrs. Jackson's fleshy thighs. Fortunately, Mrs. Jackson had douched earlier in the day, so instead of being dusty, as Monica had imagined, Mrs. Jackson's pussy was fruit-scented. Monica laughed to herself as she began licking. It was all finished rather quickly. Monica thanked Mrs. Jackson for a wonderful day, and gathered her clothes for her return to campus.
When Megan first met Venus at the beginning of the event. She quickly surmised that Venus might be her physical and sexual equal. Venus certainly had a rock-hard body that was begging to be manhandled and fucked.
The boosters were assigned their rooms prior to the start of the event and meeting with the cheerleaders, so any toys or surprises could be stocked in the rooms beforehand.
"I hope you don't mind, Venus, but I like it a little rough," said Megan. With that Megan removed her own top, and began rubbing her surgically enhanced 36-D breasts against Venus' similarly large mocha beauties.
"Bring it on," was Venus' brief response. She feared no man or woman, particularly not in the sack. In excellent physical shape, Venus was confident that she could hold her own with anyone, fitness model or not!
Megan's breasts had the tan lines of someone who sunbathed frequently. Needing no further encouragement, Venus began kissing and sucking Megan's firm, man-made boobs. Venus was very proud of the fact that her own boobs were natural.
Scanning the room, Venus could see that the room had been cleared of all furniture, and a large mat had been placed on the floor. The only other things in the room was some S&M toys and a sex harness hanging from the ceiling. "She does like to play," Venus thought to herself.
Venus was still in her bikini bottoms, and Megan had stripped down to a pair of black silk panties. Rubbing Venus' large breasts, Venus began to explain: "I selected you today because I was hoping that we could engage in a vigorous oil wrestling match. Of course, I would understand if you were reluctant to get that physical. In that case you could simply eat my pussy for the rest of the day. But..." Megan hesitated.
"But if you were willing to wrestle, and pin me, you could do whatever you want with me." Megan pointed to the various sex toys and implements in the room. "I mean anything." Megan repeated.
"Of course, if I pin you, I can do the same." With that, Megan gently pinched Venus' nipples, as a sort of challenge. "You're on," were the words that Megan had hoped to hear from Venus.
Quickly removing their bottoms, the two began oiling their bodies from shoulders to toes. Circling each other like professional wrestlers, Megan made the first move, loudly slapping one of Venus' breasts. This served to infuriate the cream-colored black girl, and she dove at Megan's legs, quickly bringing her down on the mat.
What Megan hadn't counted on was that Venus was from a rough part of Chicago, and had more than her share of girl-fights growing up. Eventually, her size and strength became so intimidating, that few chose to mess with her.
Megan was surprised to be on the ground so quickly. She protectively raised her legs to keep Venus off of her to go for the pin. Seeing Megan in this vulnerable position, Venus stuck her oiled hand into Megan's pussy. Needless to say this was unexpected, and Megan's entire body convulsed, allowing Venus to get between Venus' legs, and to move her strong body on top of the blonde.
Megan was by no means a weakling, she squirmed and fought to get the black girl off of her. Megan was also enjoying the contact with the powerful cheerleader between her legs, and their oiled breasts rubbing together as Venus struggled to control Megan's shoulders.
To try to throw Venus off, Megan tried to kiss and lick Venus' face. Getting no reaction, Megan reached around and inserted her index finger into Venus' anus, and went in deep.
This time she got a reaction. But not the one that Megan wanted. Venus only increased her strength and resolve, and in manner of seconds it was over. Even without a referee, Venus had pinned Megan beyond any doubt.
In triumph, Venus straddled Megan's prone body, and flexed her biceps with a victory yell. Megan only too-happily began to submissively suck Venus' pussy. Megan had gotten off on Venus' strength, and had even managed an orgasm as the stronger cheerleader was rubbing against her prostrate body.
After Venus had her own orgasm, she helped Megan from off the mat. Still oiled up, they hugged each other tightly and tongue-kissed.
To seal the winning bet, the 5'11" Megan was positioned in the sex harness. Knowing that Megan liked it rough, Venus delivered, pounding Megan's pussy and asshole with a large strap-on dildo.
Megan was sure that it had been worth every penny of her husband's money.
Bonnie liked older women... and younger women. Hell, she just liked fucking women! Tina Morris was a pleasantly attractive surprise. Very fit for her age, and fashionably dressed with her brunette hair pulled up in a bun, the New York cheerleader was already pawing at Tina's breasts as they walked to their assigned bedroom
Looking at Tina's ass in her tight skirt, Bonnie hoped that someone had bothered to put a dildo in the room.
As Bonnie eagerly entered, she was surprised to see a waifish teenage girl already in the room. "This is my niece, Kimberly," Tina announced, as she closed the door from the outside.
Not quite knowing what was going on, Bonnie stared at the teen. She was kind of scrawny, but cute. She was dressed in the blazer and plaid skirt of St. Katherine's Academy. The teen seemed to be scared and trembling before the cheerleader, who was dressed only in a skimpy blue bikini.
Remembering the teen's name was Kimberly, Bonnie sat in a nearby chair, and gently asked, "Kimberly, what are you doing here?" The teen replied: "My Auntie wants me to meet a cheerleader... well, to be friends with a cheerleader," Kimberly was at a loss how to put things. "Oh," replied an unusually compassionate Bonnie. "How old are you?" "13," came the reply. "I'm in the 8th grade at St. Katherine's."
"Well, is this something that you want to do?" Kimberly bashfully shook her head in the affirmative. Her eyes were down. "Why, Kimberly?" The young teen gave an honest reply: "Well, I see you all on TV and at games, and you're all just so pretty...." Kimberly fumbled with her thoughts and words.
"That's certainly wonderful to hear Kimberly, and it's a big compliment, but do you really know what big girls do when they get together... romantically, I mean?" "Yes," replied Kimberly. "Auntie caught me masturbating to some of the Tech Cheer team pictures on the internet, so she set this up. But, if you don' wanna..."
"No, no. It's not that." Bonnie carefully surveyed the black-haired teen. She was actually very cute. At maybe 5' tall, or less, her body had the straight up, and straight down boyish features of a still-to-develop teen. Bonnie thought that Kimberly looked like a cross between Marinette from the Miraculous Ladybug cartoon, and Olive from the Incredibles. Kimberly shared their big bright eyes.
Bonnie thought back to her own first lesbian experience: As a precocious 12-year old, she had talked her 10-year neighbor into letting her eat out her prepubescent pussy in the darkness of her garage. It had been life-changing for Bonnie, and she had been described as a pussy-hound ever since.
Still wearing her bikini, Bonnie gently slapped her thighs, and asked the teen to sit on her lap while they talked. Bonnie wrapped her arms around the teen's waist. As Kimberly grew more comfortable, she explained that she had always been more interested in girls than boys, and that her TV crush was Sarah Hyland, who plays Haley on Modern Family. Bonnie was complimented when Kimberly said that she thought that Bonnie looked a lot like Sarah. Bonnie had seen nude pictures of Sarah Hyland on the internet, and wouldn't mind having a crack at her too.
While they talked, Bonnie's hand inched up the teen's skinny thigh, and under her plaid, private school skirt. Kimberly pretended not to notice, and was anxious to see where Bonnie's hand would end up. Bonnie suggested that Kimberly get comfortable, and take off her school Blazer. Not rising from Bonnie's lap. Kimberly threw the blazer across the floor.
Seeing Kimberly's little bra through her white blouse, Bonnie impulsively gave one of her A-cup breasts a gentle squeeze. Kimberly gave Bonnie a little smile.
Realizing that she now had her hand well up Kimberly's skirt, and was about to make contact with "ground zero," Kimberly thought to herself, I'm no rapist. I'm going to give the little girl one last chance to back out. Bonnie looked at Kimberly's big blue eyes, and asked: "Are you sure about all of this?" Kimberly quietly replied, "Mmm, hum,"
With that "green light," Bonnie began poking and probing at Kimberly's cotton panties with her index finger. Kimberly shuddered at the initial touch, and then draped both of her arms around Bonnie's neck. Bonnie leaned in and gave the inquisitive teen a grown-up kiss on the lips.
It had been some time since Bonnie had hooked up with a girl this young. She decided to savor the experience, telling Kimberly to stand up and strip down to her bra and panties. Bonnie, still in her bikini, got up too, and helped the youngster unbutton her blouse.
Now in bra and panties, Kimberly bent down to remove her white knee socks. Bonnie stopped her by saying, "Later." She liked the school girl look on the skinny teen.
Bonnie straightened up the slouching teen until she was nearly at military "attention." Kimberly had and adorably thin teen body. Her bra could easily be described as a training bra. There wasn't a whole lot pushing out the fabric. Kimberly was wearing age-appropriate white cotton panties with tiny blue flowers. A slight mooseknuckle was visible.
Bonnie carefully, and gently felt up the 13-year old over her clothing. With her fingers, Bonnie attempted to locate Kimberly's nipples, and poked at the mooseknuckle over the teen's panties, rubbing back and forth. Kimberly subdued a little squeal.
As a reward, Bonnie asked Kimberly to remove her bikini for her. With Bonnie standing in the room now-nude, Kimberly didn't know whether to look up or down in admiring Bonnie's taut, athletic body. Kimberly was surprised that Bonnie's pussy was cleanly shaven. She was expecting to see brown pubic hair.
Bonnie had put her hair in pigtails in anticipation of spending the day eating pussy, so there was nothing in the way spoiling Kimberly's view of the naked cheerleader. Kimberly seemed to stand there dumbfounded, so Bonnie grabbed one of her hands and cupped it on a breast. Kimberly tentatively touched and squeezed it as if she were touching something from Mars.
Seeing the teen looking below, Bonnie again grabbed Kimberly's hand and put in on her warming pussy, encouraging the teen to rub around and explore.
Bonnie was going to bring the teen along gently, and moved onto the bed. Bonnie parted her legs as the 13-year old looked on in wonder. "Since this is your debut," said Bonnie. "I'm going to lay here, and you can do whatever you want with me."
Kimberly's eyes lit up as she continued to stare at Bonnie's bald, open pussy. In a blink, Kimberly had removed her little training bra. Her chest was starting to bud, but it didn't look too much unlike a boy's of a similar age. The preliminaries had an obvious effect as her light brown nipples were proudly erect.
The teenie asked Bonnie if she could now remove her childish knee socks. Bonnie reluctantly agreed, as Kimberly twirled them dramatically, and tossed them across the room. Now with the 13-year old down to her cotton bikini panties, Bonnie was starting to lick her chops at the coming attraction.
Panties off, Kimberly stood above the cheerleader. Her precious pussy was an unopen slit. "I will take care of that," Bonnie thought to herself. Kimberly displayed soft, tiny wisps of black pubic hair just above her pussy.
As Kimberly had and open invitation to use Bonnie's body however she felt, she climbed between Bonnie's legs and rested on her torso, embracing a naked woman for the first time. As she was considerably shorter than Bonnie, she was unsure of how to comfortably position herself. Bonnie helped, and positioned the girl so that her young pelvis was enmeshed between Bonnie's thighs. Bonnie latched on to both cheeks of Kimberly's ass, and began to push Kimberly in and out of her pubic area. "This is called the missionary position," Bonnie whispered in explanation.
Kimberly began to pump with newfound gusto, but Bonnie was unable to achieve an orgasm. She ran her hands over Kimberly's smooth, soft back until the 13-year old let up. Kimberly adjusted her body so that she could kiss and lick her first pair of adult tits. She felt a little self-conscious about her own small budding raisins.
Afraid and unsure about licking Bonnie's experienced pussy, Kimberly rolled off of Bonnie and asked, "What do ya wanna do next?"
Moving up to the headboard with her back against it, Bonnie positioned the black-haired teen between her legs. Both had their legs spread wide, With her left hand, Bonnie teased Kimberly's tiny tits. With her right hand she probed Kimberly's young, virtually hairless pussy. Feeling pushback from Kimberly's hymen, Bonnie opted to leave it intact, and patted and caressed the outside of the 8th graders pussy.
Moving to stand on the floor, Bonnie told Kimberly to stand on the bed. Picking the teen up, she placed the teen on her shoulders, facing her. Bonnie ravaged Kimberly's pussy with her tongue, as the teen held on to the ceiling, stifling screams of pleasure.
After what seemed like minutes, but was actually hours, there was a knock on the door and Aunt Tina entered. The pair were in a naked embrace. Bonnie gave Kimberly's pussy a final tickle, and a going away kiss on the lips, as Kimberly collected her school uniform from the floor.
Rising from the bed naked, the beautiful cheerleader approached Tina. Bonnie could tell that Tina was drinking in her nude body with her eyes,
Bonnie began to circle one of Tina's breasts with her finger. "Kimberly is a big girl now," Bonnie suggestively said, "Perhaps the three of us could meet up some time." "Perhaps," was all Tina replied, as she flicked one of Bonnie's erect nipples.
Cheryl was the grand prize of the day, as she was selected with Shannon Thompson's high bid. The 5'1" California blonde, had previously been an accomplished junior gymnast, and held the promise of extreme flexibility for the prominent 42-year old local real estate mogul.
Like the others, Cheryl entered the bedroom wearing the identical royal blue bikini as her team mates. The other girls on the team felt that Cheryl probably had the best bubble-butt on the squad. Not-so-subtle photographers tried to time their shots when her skirt was flying in the air.
During football season, Cheryl had been "turned out" by a member of the State U cheer squad. Having enjoyed the experience, she had taken part in a couple of no-attachment one night stands with members of the women's basketball and tennis teams. By luck of the draw she was selected for today's event. She had no fears or regrets.
Shannon couldn't keep her hands off of Cheryl's ass, and hugged the bikini-clad 18-year old close, with both hands firmly locked on both butt-cheeks as she attempted to kiss the teen.
Suddenly the door opened, and coach Adams came inside. "Look," announced Shannon proudly, "I got you your birthday present," as she nodded toward Cheryl.
With no other words of explanation, coach Adams removed Cheryl's bikini top and attempted to ingest her small breasts whole. Shannon moved the pair towards the bed. Soon, Shannon and coach Adams began to undress, as a slightly bewildered, slightly bemused Cheryl laid upon the bed, topless.
Shannon and coach Adams each had firm 36-C breasts. Shannon had purchased them as Christmas presents for the pair some years earlier. They were each about 5'6" tall, and looked like sisters with their blonde hair, despite Shannon being some 15 year senior to coach Adams.
As if rehearsed, the couple moved to the bed simultaneously. Shannon moved to kiss the teen, while teasing her small, A-cup breasts with her fingers.
One of the perks of the job for coach Adams was to occasionally fuck some of the members of her cheer squad. She had been anxious to get to Cheryl's pussy for some time after offering her a scholarship, but for whatever reason, Cheryl hadn't picked up on any of her signals.
Now with the nude teen in front of her, coach Adams was not going to miss her opportunity, and dove towards Cheryl's pussy like a heat-seeking missile. Giggling at the school girl eagerness of her coach, Cheryl shoved the 29-year old's head into her crotch.
Surveying the scene, it was a multi-age blonde orgy, and Shannon was in lesbian heaven! As coach Adams at out the 18-year old cheerleader, Shannon took of coach Adams who had her butt in the air, and began poking and prodding her exposed pussy and anus with her fingers and tongue. Almost simultaneously, Cheryl and coach Adams had shuddering orgasms.
Cheryl pulled her older coach on top of her body, and hugged and kissed her. Shannon had her index finger so deep into coach Adams anus, she joked that she couldn't get it out.
The various lesbian sex sessions lasted for hours. All of the boosters were satisfied that their money had gone to a good cause... and were eager for next year's event.
The End