A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure : Part 3

"Uh, have you ever been a cheerleader before?" I asked Emma.

"Yeah," she answered. "Cheered in high school. Our mascot was the cougars. Yeah, that joke got old really quickly."

"Damn, and I thought having a rooster for a mascot was bad," I said.

"Yep, that's high school for you," she remarked. "Immaturity at its finest."

"Well, college guys aren't that much more mature," I informed her.

"Trust me, I know," she said. "Okay, let's get started."

"Great," I said. "I'm going to get the camera set up. Make sure it's working and ready to go."

I walked over to the video camera that I had set up beside Becca's bed. I turned it on and hit the RECORD button. The red light came on. It was working and ready to go. I hit the STOP button, and the camera turned off.

"Alright, all set," I responded.

"I'm gonna stretch first," Emma announced. "Don't want to pull anything during this routine."

Emma raised her right leg into the air. Her miniskirt came up, and I stared at what was underneath it. Emma was wearing white panties with purple lace and pink flowers. I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her cotton panties. I was absolutely stunned.

Emma stared at me, and I knew within that instant that I had been busted. Fuck!

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Is there something wrong with my panties?"

"Uh... well... you do know that cheerleader bloomers are supposed to be the same color as the skirts that the girls wear, right?" I asked.

"Laundry day," she said. "This was the only pair of panties that I had with me. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure, that's fine," I remarked.

"Good," she said.

Emma continued stretching. As she stretched, I got some great views of her ass and pussy. Her tank top clung to her boobs, but I was fully convinced that she was going to pop right out of it. My cock grew hard, and it took all of my strength and willpower to hide my boner and avoid touching it.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said, as she finished stretching. "Here's the music I want to listen to while this routine is going on."

She handed me her I-Phone and walked to the center of the bedroom.

"Just hit play, and we'll be good to go," she told me.

I hit the RECORD button on my camera. Then I hit the PLAY button on her cell phone. The music came on immediately.

It was some pretty weird music. The kind of music that you hear while watching pornographic movies. Emma had some interesting taste in music. I considered asking her about it, but I decided against it. As long as she didn't notice my seven-inch boner, I was perfectly fine with the situation.

Emma did her routine. She walked back and forth, clapping as she moved around. She shook her hips and leaned back, demonstrating her flexibility.

She jumped up and down, splitting her legs as she hopped into the air. I had to look down as she exposed her crotch. The less I looked at her, the less likely it was that I would cum in my pants.

She yelled the Rasington cheer, turned around, and slapped her right buttcheek. Finally, she spun around, clapped multiple times, and did a backflip. Emma landed perfectly as she successfully completed the back flip as the song ended. Suddenly, she slipped and fell down. She breathed heavily as she lay crumpled on the floor.

"Oh, my God!" I yelled. I got up and ran over to her. "Emma, are you okay? Emma?"

"Dehydrated!" she gasped. "Need water! Now!"

"Don't worry, I'll be right back!" I cried.

Shit! This was bad. This was really really bad.

I quickly rushed out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. I grabbed the first cup that I could find and poured cold water into it.

I dashed back upstairs, hoping that Emma was still alright.

When I reentered the bedroom, I saw Emma lying down on Becca's bed. She was holding a pair of my boxers up to her nose. They were white with red polka dots and black stripes. I had lost them during one of my fun Saturday nights with Becca. Apparently, Emma found them.

"Is that what it smells like when you cum?" she asked. "Because if it does, then Becca is one lucky bitch."

"Emma, what are you doing?" I asked.

"What can I say?" she replied. "You've made me one horny little cheerleader."

At that moment, Emma stood up, walked over to me, leaned forward, grabbed my face, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me as passionately as I kissed my girlfriend. I immediately pushed her away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I yelled. "Emma, I have a girlfriend! Remember, your best friend? We're dating!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing." she remarked.

"You were never really dehydrated, were you?" I asked.

"You had a hardon during my routine, didn't you?" she retorted.

I was an awful liar, and I wasn't used to making up fibs. I nodded weakly.

"That's what I thought," she replied. "So what are you waiting for?"

Emma lay down on Becca's bed. She pulled her miniskirt up, allowing me to get a close look at her panties. There was a wet spot in the middle of them. Her pussy was visible, and it was quite moist.

"I heard you're into naughty cheerleaders," Emma remarked. "And I have been very naughty. So I think you should discipline me. In any way you want."

"Look, I can't," I explained. "Becca..."

"Hey, she knows I'm like this," Emma replied. "If she didn't want you to give it to me, then she would have never let you film me. She would have just got one of her friends to do it. But she picked you. That means something. Trust me. You're gonna want to taste what is underneath these little panties. But first, I'm going to free these girls for you. They need a little fresh air."

As she said those words, Emma undid the straps to her tank top and pulled it off, exposing her boobs. She tossed her tank top to the floor. I stared at her amazing rack. They were double D's. And they were natural, fascinating, and truly amazing.

"Now where was I?" she asked herself. "Oh, yeah, that's right. Stretching. Stretching in ways that only the hottest cheerleaders know how."

Emma lowered her right hand towards her crotch. She stuck her fingers underneath her panties and began to pleasure herself. She moaned softly as she played with her clit and pussy. She grabbed her boobs with her left hand, moaning as she played with her nipples and increased her satisfaction.

As Emma touched herself, I saw a few drops of pussy fluid pour our of her panties and down her legs.

"So wet," she moaned. "Oh, my God!"

My fully erect cock shook rapidly. My hands shook even more. I couldn't hold back any longer. I needed to have that pussy.

I ran over to Emma, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down and off of her legs. She giggled as I tossed the panties aside and stared at her pleasure center. Emma was shaven and wet, and her pink pussy looked truly delicious.

I lowered my mouth to Emma's cooch and began to eat her pie. She moaned as I ate her out. Juice gushed out of her pussy as I satisfied her favorite pleasure zone.

As I sucked on Emma's clit, I slowly pushed my fingers into her pussy. She was tight, but I was determined to loosen her up and locate her G-spot. I moved my fingers as quickly as I could. I was eager to send Emma into a frenzy of orgasmic bliss.

A few seconds later, Emma screamed, and a stream of cum gushed out of her pussy and into my mouth. She breathed heavily as she fell back, stunned by the orgasm that I had just given her.

I moved my mouth away from her pussy, raised it up to her mouth, and together, we made out. I pushed my warm moist tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste the juices that her pussy had produced.

Eventually, our lips and tongues separated. Emma smiled at me. She was so cute. So sexy. So amazing.

"Now I want to taste you," she said.

She reached for my pants and slowly unbuckled my belt. Then she pulled my pants and boxers down to my feet. My hardon popped out. Emma's eyes grew wide as she stared at my fully erect cock.

"Wow, that is huge!" she exclaimed.

"So I've been told," I replied.

She grabbed the shaft, pushed my cock into her mouth, and began to suck on it. I moaned loudly. This cheerleader sure knew how to give head.

At that moment, the bedroom door swung open, and Becca walked into the room. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform, and she looked as sexy as ever. She had a notebook in her hands. She was staring at her notes and was presently unaware of what Emma was doing for me.

"Sorry for interrupting guys, I just..."

At that moment, Becca looked up and immediately realized what was going on.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed.

I immediately removed my cock from Emma's mouth.

"Becca, I can explain!" I yelled. "This is not what it looks like!"

"Why didn't you tell me that you had a thing for her?" Becca asked.

"It's not like that!" I cried. "Look, Becca, I can explain..."

"I really am disappointed," she said. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Because this is the first time that anything like this has ever happened!" I yelled.

"You know, I wish you had told me about this sooner," she said. "Your desire to fuck other cheerleaders. Because if that's what you want to do..."

Suddenly, Becca leaned towards Emma, and the two began to make out. I stared at them in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. After a few seconds passed, the cheerleaders' lips separated. Becca smiled at me.

"Wait a minute, aren't you mad?" I asked.