Victoria Parker: The cheerleader blew it

Hank reached over and pulled her skirt up over the blue bloomers. Frank rubbed her cunt, feeling the soft muffin under the smooth, shiny satin. Hank squeezed her tits through her little sweater. She pumped slowly on their big, hard, juicy cocks.

All three were lost in the magic of erotic sex. Suzy looked at their handsome faces. She felt the throb of their towering twin pricks, and felt hands all over her sweet, young body.

Somebody had her skirt up in blue and white pleats, somebody was rubbing on her cunt. Someone kept squeezing her tits, someone played with her ass. Someone was kissing her, sticking a tongue in her mouth.

Someone unzipped her skirt and it fell in a colorful pile of pleats around her tennis shoes. Someone said, "I wanna take her panties down."

Both men pulled away from her grip on their pricks. They knelt in front and behind her. She stood beautifully in her knee socks, bloomers, tennies, white sweater, and her long flowing ponytail tied with a bright white ribbon.

Mr. Holiday was behind her. Frank was in front. Frank tugged her tight bright-blue bloomers down, all the while kissing them passionately and lovingly. Suzy watched him peel them over her honeypot pussy.

"I wanna keep these pants as a souvenir," Frank whispered. "May I, Suzy?"

"Huh? Oh, keep my bloomers? I dunno," she muttered, but before she could finish he had them off, clutched in his hand and his mouth was pasted to her delicious pussy.

Hank cupped her ass and sent his tongue swirling up and down the crack of her ass.

"Ah!" she yelped. "Ah, ohhh! Hey, you guys! Wow!" Suzy babbled, her voice trembling with excitement, desire, and her knees wobbling with weakness.

The two men twirled their tongues. Frank lapped at her cunt, and Mr. Holiday was rimming her asshole. It was a whole new experience for Suzy, and the feeling that simmered through her was like one she had never felt before.

"Oh, don't… I mean it tickles so much. It's… oh, Mr. Holiday. Hank. Frank. Whoever's doin' what down there. You guys!"

They licked and sucked. She swooned with a craving and a desire, with a tingle of pulsing pleasure as she stood there and let them administer their hot oral business.

"My pussy and my shitter! Gee, you guys. Both of you. Your tongues. Ohhhh!" Suzy wailed hotly.

"Do you like it, dear?" She couldn't tell if it was Frank or Hank talking. "Do you like this?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, looking down, seeing one of the twins sucking her whole cunt into his mouth greedily. Then he chewed it lovingly, gently while he fucked his tongue in and out of the gooey pussy goodness.

The other tongue danced up and down her ass split, then it fucked in and out of her asshole. She thought she might faint from the joy that overwhelmed her.

"You're like dogs down there," Suzy muttered. "Your tongues are wild like a dog's. Ahhh, shit! Oh, Mr. Holiday. Mr. Frank, Hank, or sirs!"

Her whole body shook with the sweet feel of their loving action.

"Oh, here it cums!" she shouted, and the frenzy of her climax stiffened her like a board. Tongues fucked her in those two sensitive spots, thrilling her beyond belief.

But it was a different kind of climax, it just kept on raging through her.

"Oh, shit!" she bellowed.

"Is this one of your fantasies, Suzy?" She knew it was the original Mr. Holiday calling to her. She heard his mellow, masculine voice through the curtain of pleasure that enclosed her.

"I never even thought about this – two guys lickin' me like you guys are doin', Hank and Frank."

"Tell us another of your fantasies, Suzy. I told Frank about the window."

"You guys are really lewd, ain't you? Talkin' about me, probably jerkin' to me, too, huh?"

"You know it," came a manly voice.

Suzy pushed her hips out, then bumped them back, pushed into the fucking tongue at her pussy, humped back to the slobbering tongue doing her asshole.

"Well," she said, "if you guys really wanna know. I'd like to write a story 'bout this someday, get some publisher to put it out, tell the truth about all the cocks that got hard for me, and in that way get those guys readin' my story real hot so they would jack-off to me, too. I can just see millions of 'em layin' on their beds, readin' my story, thinkin' about me and jerkin' their hard cocks, and there would be all kinds of pricks, big ones, little ones, thick ones, thin ones, and I'd love all of 'em. I'd see all those guys pumpin on their pricks in honor of me. Oh, shit, you don't think I'd like that?"

She came again.

"Yeah, you'd like that," one of the twins said, and it was the man in front of her. He stood and grabbed his cock. He jerked furiously on it.

"See what I mean. Like that," Suzy said hotly. "I like the way you're beatin' that Goddam prick of yours. That's what I like. The way you're doin' that."

She knew the twin behind her got up too, because she felt him jerking his cock on her ass, slapping the mallet-head against the glorious cheeks of her magnificent ass.

The man in front of her moved into her and his cocktip pushed at the lips of her cunt. He thumped on the cockstalk.

"See, that's what you guys are doin'. You're beating-off to me. See?" Suzy whimpered, feeling ecstasy, feeling pleasure as the rippling tides of her climax continued to slush through her.

"Yeah, beat it! Beat it. That's good, guys, really pump for me. You know I deserve it. You know you should jack on your big pricks for me every damn day. You should get up in the morning with a huge hard-on, and you should sit on the edge of the bed, think of me, like this, with my ass so fine, my tits stickin' out of this sweater, my wet pussy being jerked on, think of this, then whack off, damnit. Whack off! Come on, whack off, you big bad daddies!"

She was completely weak, babbling, being held up by the men as they shot their wads, and jerked their big pricks at her ass and pussy.

"Ahhhh, shit." Suzy sighed.

There was a Mr. Holiday in front, and a Mr. Holiday in back. She felt a big prick paddling her ass, splattering cum all over her smooth ass cheeks. The Mr. Holiday in front was humped down, jerkin' his cock at her pussy, mashing the head into her honey-blonde patch of cunt hair.

She kept having a series of mini-climaxes. A continual ripple of pleasure and exquisite delight shuddered through her fine body.

"Yeah, masturbate, Misters! Pump, pump, pump those pricks! I like seein' you do that. Jerk 'em hard and go as fast as you can go, will you? Oh, yeah!" She watched the twin in front of her furiously pound his prick at her.

The nub of his cockhead felt good jiggin' on her clit. Suzy floated in divine ecstasy. She swooned and mumbled to them about jacking off, continuing to pour a barrage of encouragement to the handsome men.

They nodded at each other over her shoulder and came.

"Oh, fuck!" Suzy shouted.

Cum-cream spread in splattering gobs all over her belly, her pussy, her legs, and she felt the spray of jizz cream her ass, too.

"Which one are you?" she panted to the one in front of her.

"Frank," he gasped, thumping his cock against her cunt.

"Ohhhh, wow!" she cried, and came violently, feeling the thrill of the climax engulf her body, and tingle her into another world.

The next thing she was able to get in perspective was that one of the twins was sitting on the couch. He pulled her down astraddle over his legs so that her back was to him. She sat down on his thighs. His cock was half-hard, pressing up against her ass.

The other twin stood nude in front of her. The twins had strong, masculine arms, big and sinewy.

The twin she was sitting on reached down and cupped ha ass, lifting her up in the air. His cock kept getting harder. Sixty got the idea. She reached down, slicked her hand all over the big, gooey prick, urged it to a full erection, then stuffed it in her pussy.