Jane Fox: Turned on cheerleaders

Margie shuddered. Her pussy was so hot she could hardly stand it. There was something about sucking cocks that made her terribly horny. She didn't know why it should happen that way but it did. After she had sucked Rick's cock she was so horny she had almost died until he got his cock hard again and fucked her. She didn't get nearly that hot with just regular fucking. Her hot little pussy just went out of control when she tasted thick rich cockcream spurting down her throat.

Mike's legs were shaking so badly he felt the whole car jiggling. Margie's tongue was like a fire, licking over his cock. Her throat was like an incredibly hot pussy, sucking the cum right up out of his balls.

"Oooh," he yelled. "Here it comes! My cock's gonna blow! Oh, Jesus… it's gonna blow!"

Margie reached down and grabbed his balls. She squeezed a little and then she felt them swell up and start to pump. His cock jerked wildly and then a big gush of cockcream came blasting out of the hole in his cock.

"AAAAAGH!" Mike hollered. "Oh, Jesus! It's coming… my cock's coming in your mouth! Hot! Oh, Jesus, it's hot… Ooooh!"

Margie opened her throat and swallowed. A big fiery blast of cock juice rolled right down her slippery throat. It tasted so good she almost came right then. She swallowed and sucked frantically, trying to get every delicious-tasting drop of his steamy cockjuice. She wanted it… every bit of it. It was wonderful.

Mike's cock hosed and hosed. It jerked frantically and his balls pumped on and on. He thought his cock was never going to stop coming, pumping hot cream down Margie's slippery, burning throat.

Margie sucked and swallowed until there wasn't a drop of cum left in his shaking balls. Then she sat up and grinned at him. "How about that for a neat surprise?" she giggled.

"Oooooh," Mike moaned. He was panting too hard to talk. "Yeah," he groaned. "Oh, yeah."

Margie wiggled on the seat. She wondered how long it would take Mike to get his cock hard again. She couldn't wait for long. Her pussy was so hot it was practically burning up.

"Get it hard again, Mike," she begged. "Hurry and make it hard again. My pussy needs some cock. Hurry, Mike!"

Mike sat up. He didn't really feel like getting hard right away, but he had promised. He could tell Margie was awfully horny. She was squirming and moaning and she looked like she was dying for cock.

Mike jerked his limp cock up and down a couple of times. Nothing happened. It was just too soon. "Hold on a minute," he panted. "I've got to rest for a little while. My cock can't get hard again right away. You sucked all the cum outa my balls."

Margie leaned over and watched Mike pump his cock up and down in his fist. It sure didn't look like much right now. It was little and shriveled up and it didn't seem to be getting any harder.

"What's the matter?" she moaned. "Why isn't it getting hard, Mike?"

Mike's face got led. He pumped his cock furiously up and down but it still didn't get any harder. He gave a low groan of frustration. He didn't know if he could get it hard after all. His whale body was tired. He had played in the whale game and then gone to the dance. It looked like his cock was just as tired as the rest of him.

"I'm sorry, Margie," he mumbled. "I guess it just isn't going to work. You wore me out sucking it off like that. My cock's just too tired to get hard again."

Margie's eyes snapped. "You promised!" she wailed. "What am I supposed to do now? Sucking your cock made me all hot and now you can't take care of me."

"Hey, I said I was sorry, didn't I?" Mike answered. "God, Margie… I'm not superman, for pet's sakes. I've been running my ass off all night. I'm just too tired."

"Shit!" Margie snapped. "You're no fun at all. Most guys I know can get it hard again. You're just being mean, Mike. You're just trying to get even with me for dancing with Rick."

Mike stuffed his cock back in his pants angrily. "Maybe it'll do you some good going without cock for one night," he muttered. "You've probably had some already anyway. You and Rick didn't look so innocent to me."

"Stop talking about Rick," Margie snarled. "He's twice the man you are. At least he can get his cock hard more than once a night!"

Mike glared at her. "You did fuck him, didn't you?" he accused. "You fucked Rick before the dance. I can tell you did. Tell the truth Margie. You fucked him, didn't you?"

"So what if I did!" Margie retorted. "He knows how to do lots of neat things that you'd never even think of; Rick's a man and that's more than I can say for you!"

Mike backed the car up so fast the tires squealed. Then he drove Margie home without saying another word. He didn't even look at her when she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her.

By the time Mike got the car home he wasn't shaking quite so hard. He hadn't really intended on having a fight with Margie but now that it had happened he wasn't really sorry. He was leaving in the morning for the tournament. He was sure Margie would cool off during the week he'd be gone. Then, when he came back, she'd be begging to go out with him again. He'd play his best and manage to be the top player at the tournament. Margie would have to get down on her knees before he'd take his cock out of his pants for her again.

Steve Jordan stretched out in bed and listened to the shower running. Liz was taking her nightly shower. He wished she'd hurry up a bit. He was getting awfully horny, lying there waiting for her.

He thought about the game and smiled in satisfaction. The kids had played a good game. Mike Wells had done especially well. Mike was on his way toward being the best basketball player River Falls had ever had. They were a cinch to win the State Championship with Mike on the team. That would suit him just fine. If River Falls came up number one team he would be sure to get the head coach job when Duke Henderson retired next year.

Steve heard the shower shut off. He could hear Liz singing in the bathroom. She was in a good mood. That suited him just fine. He could stand a little fun tonight. Liz had looked so sexy at the game in those tight white pants and sweater. He had felt the urge to fuck her right there in the gym with the whole team watching.

"Hi, horny," Liz drawled. She waked into the bedroom, trailing the towel behind her. Steve could see the beads of water standing on her titties and shimmering on her firm, rounded asscheeks.

"Come on over here," he growled. "You're still all wet. Let me towel you off."

Liz giggled. "I bet I know what's on your mind," she purred. "You've got that look in your eyes again."

Steve laughed as Liz came over and stood beside the bed. He reached out and picked up the towel. "Lean over," he whispered.

Liz laughed again. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back so Steve could reach her. She sighed as he ran the fluffy towel over her big titties. "Do my pussy, too," she giggled. "My pussy's all wet, honey."

Steve reached down and spread out her legs. "It sure is," he chuckled. "We don't want you to catch a cold. I'd just better dry that off for you too."

Liz closed her eyes as Steve's big hands rubbed the towel over her fluffy pussy hair. Then he spread her legs wider and peered right between the puffy pink lips of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm," he said. "You're all wet in there too. It doesn't look like water, though. It's hot and it smells good. I wonder what that could be."

Liz giggled. "I can't imagine," she laughed. "What do you think it is?"

"Maybe if I tasted it I could find out," Steve teased. "I might just be able to tell that way. What do you think?"

Liz shivered. It always got her excited when Steve teased her this way. She could feel her pussy get hotter and wetter as his fingers traveled lightly over her puffy cuntlips.