The Newest Cheerleader

Chapter 11

The next day Chris and Nancy took a taxi to meet Mr. Milton at the
motel. They knocked, and the handsome man let them in. He was attired
in a dressing robe, a maroon shortie. He was nude underneath.
The girls had their cheerleading bags with them, and they carried
all their purchases in the bags. Mr. Milton welcomed them, then took
out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He handed ten to each girl.
"Now, you can go into the other room, change into something sexy.
I'll wait out here in the living room. Come out when you are ready, and
we'll take some pictures. Remember, girls, I want you to look as sexy
as you know how."
The girls took their bags in the bedroom and closed the door.
"Jeez, he gave us each a thousand dollars! I can't believe it!"
Chris whispered.
"Listen, he gets real hot," Nancy said. "We can make a lot more
too. If he wants to do more than just take pictures, we say that's all
we wanna do, that the thousand was for that, and he'll give us more.
"No kiddin'?"
"Yeah, last time he gave me close to two thousand dollars."
"No, no shit!" Chrissie gulped. "We're gonna be rich!"
The girls were already out of their jeans and tank tops, and were
deciding which outfit to wear first for Mr. Milton.
"I'm gonna wear all pink, that tight pink waist-cincher. Tie me
in, will you?" Chrissie said.
Nancy got behind her and pulled the nylon-spandex cincher around
Chrissie's belly and pulled tight. It was boned in the front, and had
white ribbons on the top.
"I'm gonna wear those tight white panties 'cause they pull in so
snug on my snatch," Nancy said, pulling on a pair of thin bikini
panties.
Chrissie adjusted the satin merrywidow, adjusting the bra-cups with
a lacy pink drawstring that she tied in a bow and let hang down the
front.
"I'll put on this bustier, the black one with the built-in
underwire fitted with that special U. I like that, it's all lace, and
it has those real long black garter straps, and that U pulls in real
sexy on my titties, don't you think?"
"Yeah, you look hot. I'll snap the hooks in back for you, make it
real tight so your boobies sit way up there."
Chris did the back of Nancy's merrywidow. Then Chris slipped into
the black panties to go with her pink cincher. The girls added nylons
and black heels. They appraised their magnificent young bodies in the
mirror.
"Your ass looks great stickin' out there," Nancy said.
"Good as your boobs, huh?"
"Yeah," Nancy smiled, "good as my tits."
The girls entered the other room.
Mr. Milton gasped at their remarkable loveliness. "Oh, yes, girls!
That's marvelous! You are the epitome of my search for the perfect
woman."
He snapped off a bunch of pictures.
"Should we be sexy?" Nancy asked.
"Yes, be sexy, girls."
Nancy pulled her white panties down and showed Mr. Milton her fuzzy
brown pussy. Chrissie followed, doffing her pink panties, jerking them
down, as Nancy did, to her knees.
"How 'bout this, sir? You can see our pussies," Nancy said.
The girls stood near the bar, leaning on it and pushing out their
hips. Nancy undulated lewdly. Chrissie did the same. Mr. Milton shot
off a constant flash of pictures.
"Yes, yes," he mumbled. "That's wonderful, girls!"
Nancy's black merrywidow glistened, her tits bulging like two big
balls in the U-shaped bra top. Her little white pants were a tight pull
between her thighs. Chrissie's pink cincher sparkled, her pink panties
tight at her knees.
The girls gawked at Mr. Milton's prick as it snapped out from
between the folds of his robe. The big juicy nine-inch cock wobbled and
throbbed.
Nancy saw how hot he was, and she wanted to get him frying. She
pulled her tits up over the top of the black merrywidow. Chris turned
and showed him her splendid ass, the eggshell-slick curves.
"Oh, girls!" Mr. Milton gasped.
His eyes glanced from Chrissie's divine ass to Nancy's scrumptious
tits. His cock throbbed, thumped, wobbled, the head bloating. A thick
goop of cum spewed out at the girls. The wad of goo landed in front of
Chrissie on the thick blue carpet.
Chris looked over her shoulder, shuddering at the sight of Mr.
Milton's spurting prick. She waved her delightful ass at the admiring
man.
Nancy slid farther down on the bar, pushed her hips out daringly,
rolled, then undulated her teen pussy.
Mr. Milton took more pictures.
Chris' legs were wide apart, her heels on the floor, her calves
taut, her ass a magnificent looking piece of art.
Mr. Milton took a full roll of photos. He set the camera on the
coffee table. He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling,
his prick oozing pre-cum.
"I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered.
"Well, you didn't say nothing 'bout that, sir," Nancy teased.
"Yeah, you said just pictures," Chris huffed.
"But -- but, girls. I'll give you more money," he said, going to
his wallet, taking out some more hundreds and placing them on the bar by
the girls.
"I suppose you can then, Mr. Milton," Nancy said. "Okay, Chris?
Wanna let him play with your pussy?"
"I guess."
Mr. Milton's arms reached out, and his trembling fingers plunged
into the splendor of the girls' young cunts. He rubbed, tickled, then
slid his finger up and down their slick slits, finally screwing a thumb
into each girl's pussy.
"I'm gonna finger-fuck you, girls," he murmured.
"Well, all right then," Nancy said. "Go ahead, finger us."
She set her legs farther apart, then pushed her hips out and
undulated her tight young cunt on his punching thumb. Chris did the
same. Nancy reached for his cock and got a good grip on his hard stalk.
"I'll squeeze your peter for you too, sir."
Mr. Milton changed strokes, underhanding a middle finger into each
slick, sweet snatch, fingering the girls with a sure, slow slide.
"Mmmmm!" he moaned, his fingers slushing in their juicy young
cunts.
Both girls leaned back against the bar, legs apart, rolling their
hips in a suggestive cheerleader bump -- the same salacious swirl they
performed on the field in their little uniforms. But they were in
glossy, tight, sexy lingerie now, and their pretty faces were painted
with passion.
Chrissie watched Mr. Milton's finger fuck in and out of her pussy,
and she tingled with the shivering excitement that the friction produced
-- a steady goosebump vibration.
Nancy pulled and pushed on his big prick.
"Yeah, yeah!" he mumbled.
"Boy, his prick is hard," Nancy said. "Jeez!"
Chris reached down and wrapped her darling fingers on his pulsing
prickstick.
"Cripes, yeah! It's like a hunk of iron!"
They squeezed his enormous nine-inch prick. His cockhead fizzled,
foamed, spit a goop of cum that landed on Chrissie's creamy thigh, just
above her nylon top, next to her pink, glittering garter strap.
"Whoooo!" Chris sighed, a rush of hot breath steaming from her
pretty red mouth.
Mr. Milton's fingers sluiced into the sticky goodness of the girls'
gummy-tight cunts. Slick, slick, slick ... his fucking finger made
sweet noises, made their cunts respond to him.
He leaned in and kissed Nancy, his hot, manly lips pressing on her
pink mouth. His tongue entered her mouth. She nibbled it gently,
teasingly. She squeezed tighter on his prick as he sawed his finger in
and out of her pussy.
Then he broke the kiss and leaned over to Chrissie. Their wet
mouths met in a fucking French kiss. His hand diddled her cunt.
"Let's fuck, girls!" Mr. Milton blurted. "Let's fuck!"
"Golly, sir," Nancy said, her hand creamy with Mr. Milton's cum as
she slicked his prick. "You didn't say you wanted to fuck us. Did he,
Chrissie?"
"Uh-uh, you didn't say nothin' 'bout fuckin', Mr. Milton."
"You just wanted pictures, and look ... now we're playin' with your
peter and stuff," Nancy said.
"Yeah, and you got your finger in our little puffies," Chris
whispered lewdly.
"Look, girls," Mr. Milton panted hoarsely. "I wanna fuck and suck.
I'll give you more money, don't worry. I'm a rich man. I'll give you
more."
"You promise?" Nancy cooed.
"Yes, yes!"
"Well, okay then. You can fuck us. Okay, Chrissie?"
"Yeah, I guess. You can fuck us, Mr. Milton."
The handsome man shuddered with excitement. His cock billowed.
His face was flushed. His finger fucked furiously in and out of the
girls' cunts.
He dropped to his knees. His hands went behind Chris. He cupped
her teen-dream ass. He muffed his face into her pussy and licked his
tongue up and down the delicious slit.
"Awwwww, shit!" Chrissie cried. "He's lickin' my caboose!"
"I know! Wow!" Nancy gasped.
Then he was on Nancy, his mouth sucking like a vacuum cleaner.
"Wheeew!" she hissed. "Whoo, come on! Hey, you're suckin' like a
cow or somethin' on my pussy!"
Then Mr. Milton got up.
"I want you on your hands and knees on the carpet, Nancy."
She obeyed and positioned herself beautifully on all fours. Her
tits swung low, her garter straps cut a black swath on her ass and
thighs.
"Then, Chrissie, I want you to stand up, over Nancy, straddle her
with your back to me. Yes, like that. So you're both facing the other
way. Now bend over a little, Chrissie, put your hands on your knees.
That's it, arch your ass."
Mr. Milton had the girls stacked just right.
He dropped to his knees behind Nancy. "I'm gonna stick my cock
through your legs, and you get it, Nancy, and you put it in your pussy."
"Okay."
He shoved the big cockstalk between her thighs. Nancy underhanded
his throbbing prick and plugged the bristling head into her scorching
snatch.
"Ahhhh! Oooooh!" she sighed.
Mr. Milton began a slow fuck stroke, rocking back and forth on his
knees behind her. Then he leaned forward and stuck his tongue up
Chrissie's ass.
"Oh, shit!" Chris yelped. "He's tongue-fuckin' my ass, Nancy!"
"And fuckin' me!" Nancy howled.
Mr. Milton was a delighted man. He cupped Chrissie's ass, spread
her asscheeks, slivered his long tongue at her asshole.
"Gawwww, shit!" Chris moaned.
Mr. Milton drilled Chrissie's asshole. He fucked his big spurting
prick at Nancy's sucking pussy. She waved her ass at him, looked down,
tucked her chin in tightly, peered back and saw the glide of his slick
prick.
He was a fortunate man as he rocked in and out, punching his prick
in Nancy's cunt, as he sent his tongue quivering at Chrissie's beautiful
butt.
And he knew then that he was lucky to be so filthy rich. No matter
what anyone said, money, could buy anything. He knew this now, because
he was a lucky man living out a fantasy that he had always envisioned.
Chris screamed. "Shit! They all wanna lick my ass!"
"They all wanna fuck me and feel my tits!" Nancy exclaimed.
Mr. Milton rocked harder. His cock sawed a slushy slick slide.
His tongue twirled on Chrissie's shitter. She stuck a finger in her
cunt and twittered her clit.
"Mmmmm! Mmmm, girls!" Mr. Milton mumbled.
"Fuck me, mister!" Nancy huffed.
"Eat my cunt!" Chris whispered.
"All cum ... All cum together," Mr. Milton mumbled.
Chrissie diddled her clit faster. Nancy undulated her ass at Mr.
Milton's punching prick. His tongue slopped at Chrissie's asshole.
Nancy came first. A hot vibration simmered her. She shook. She
stopped waving her ass. Mr. Milton pumped. His sweet prick thrilled
her.
He came.
A hot load of goopy stuff slushed into Nancy's pussy.
"Ahhhh, shit!" she cried.
"My butt! My butt!" Chrissie called, her finger a blur on her
clit.
They came. They climaxed. They experienced that wonderful tingle
of satisfaction.
Mr. Milton fucked fast, hard. His tongue swiped Chrissie's
asshole. Nancy shuddered violently.
"Ahhhh! Mmmmm!" Mr. Milton mumbled, his mouth a hot suction cup on
Chris' ass.
"Oh, sir! Fuck! Fuck!" Nancy cried.