When the feelings finally started to fade, Gwyneth looked around and realized she had become the star attraction. Most of the men in the cinema were watching her getting fucked and she felt another flush of real excitement at all the eyes watching her. The man fucking her mouth finally tried to get her to deep throat his cock and when she managed it, the sensation drove him over the edge. She felt cum blast the back of her throat for the second time that evening and the man then pulled out and unloaded his cum over her face and tits. Gwyneth closed her eyes as the cum rained onto her, only opening them again when she felt the cum shower end.
The man fucking her pussy pushed Gwyneth up. He stood and turned her around to bend her forward over the seat. She felt his cock working over her ass and it quickly worked onto her pussy lips and back inside. The man went wild on her, grabbing her hips and ramming his cock in hard to drive himself to climax. He was so excited that it didn’t take long and as Gwyneth felt him fuck his cock in deep, he suddenly released. She moaned at the feeling of the cum flooding into her pussy. The man forced his hips forward onto her as his cock continued to splash cum hard inside her. He didn’t ease up until his balls were completely emptied, finally pulling out and moving back from Gwyneth. She turned and slumped down in the chair.
She grinned as everyone turned their attention back to the screen to watch the movie again. Ken moved back to sit beside his wife and looked at her cum covered face and body.
“So did you enjoy your trip to the movies?” he asked with a huge grin on his face.
Gwyneth rubbed her hand onto his hard cock. “Fuck, just get me home and I’ll show you how much I enjoyed myself,” she laughed.
The Cheerleader Slut Licks Pussy
Chelsea stomped into the house, dropped her bag in the hallway and made her way into the lounge. “Jeez mum, these damn cheerleader trials are so hard. I feel like…” She stopped mid-sentence as she saw her mother sitting with another woman. “Oops, sorry,” she said a little embarrassed at her outburst. “I didn’t realize you had guests.”
Chelsea’s mother laughed and her friend joined in. “Things not going quite as planned, dear,” her mother asked.
Chelsea joined in the laughter and threw herself down into an armchair. “No,” she complained. “These cheerleader trials are really hard and there are so many gorgeous girls to compete against.”
“You should ask Cynthia to help you,” said her mother pointing to her friend. “She used to coach cheerleaders.”
“Oh wait a minute,” laughed Cynthia. “That was a good few years ago. I haven’t done that in a long time.”
Chelsea jumped up in her seat and looked at the woman. She was smartly dressed in a short summer dress and jacket and had a pretty face. Even though she was sitting, Chelsea could still see that Cynthia had a gorgeous figure and long toned legs and was impressed by her appearance. “Really?” the teenage girl said. “You used to train cheerleaders.”
“I did,” said Cynthia. “My daughter got into it when she went to college and I learned about it to help her out. I ended up volunteering as one of the trainers for the cheerleaders at her local college team for a couple of years.”
“That’s pretty cool,” said Chelsea. She slid forward further in the chair, not noticing that her short cheer skirt was riding up her thighs. “Do you still train girls?” she asked.
“No, like I say I haven’t been involved in it for a few years,” replied Cynthia. “I am probably a little rusty.”
“But you must still know what a cheerleader needs to get on a team. Right?” continued Chelsea.
Cynthia hesitated. She could see the eagerness in the teen girls face. “I guess,” she finally answered.
“Can you help me?” blurted out Chelsea.
“Oh I don’t know if I would be any use these days,” protested Cynthia. “There must be plenty of people that can help you surely.”
“Please,” begged Chelsea. “I really want to make the team, but think I need some assistance if I am going to succeed.”
Cynthia looked at Chelsea’s mother, but she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She looked back at the teen girl and saw how far the skirt had slid up her thighs. The teen girl was flashing her panties without realizing it and Cynthia suddenly felt a little excitement creep up on her. She had stopped training teen girls precisely because she had so often found herself being attracted to them and in the end didn’t want to get herself in trouble. As she stared, she saw Chelsea look down and the teen girl suddenly realized she was flashing her panties. She glanced over at her mother who was still watching Cynthia. Instead of pulling the skirt down, the teen girl parted her legs a little more and smiled at Cynthia.
“Please,’ Chelsea begged again. “I could really use your help.”
Cynthia was a little embarrassed at being caught so obviously staring at the teen girl’s panties and finally relented. “Well I guess a quick session couldn’t hurt.”
Chelsea squealed and jumped up. “When can we do it?” she asked.
“When is your next training session,” asked Cynthia.
“There’s a try out next Tuesday,” answered Chelsea. “They said they would be cutting the numbers down to around 20 girls so I really need to be ready for it.”
“OK, well if you come around to my home on Saturday morning, I’ll see what I can do,” said Cynthia. “But I can’t make any promises that I will be much help. Your mother can give you the address of my home.”
Chelsea squealed again and after saying thanks left the room. Chelsea’s mother turned to her friend when her daughter had gone. “It’s nice of you to do it,” she said.
“That’s OK,” said Cynthia. She was sure her friend would be a lot less pleased at her offer of help if she knew the dirty thoughts that had been running through her head as she had looked at Chelsea’s panties.
On the Saturday morning, Chelsea got dressed in a pair of denim shorts and t-shirt. She put her cheer uniform in her bag along with a towel and set off. It took her around 30 minutes to reach Cynthia’s home and she was impressed by the neat looking property and tidy garden. Walking up to the house, Chelsea rang the bell and waited. When Cynthia answered the door she invited the teen girl in. The older woman was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and Chelsea was again impressed by her gorgeous figure and attractive legs.
“So how do we start?” asked Chelsea when they moved into the lounge.
“Did you bring your cheer uniform?” asked Cynthia.
Chelsea held up her bag and smiled. “It’s in here,” she said. “Will I put it on?”
“Sure I can see what you look like as a start,” answered Cynthia. “You can get changed in the bedroom. C’mon I’ll show…”
Before Cynthia had finished talking, Chelsea cut in. “No need for that, I don’t mind getting changed here.”
Cynthia was about to tell Chelsea to use the bedroom, but the teen girl already had her t-shirt pulled up over her head and after removing it quickly worked the shorts down her legs. Cynthia could feel her excitement kick in at the sight of the cute teen girl in just her panties. She watched as Chelsea bent over to get the cheer uniform out of her bag. The panties stretched tight across the teen girl’s ass and it was a gorgeous sight. Cynthia couldn’t tear her eyes away, but quickly averted them as Chelsea stood back up and pulled on the top and short skirt.
“So,” she said. “What do you think? Do I look the part?”
Cynthia walked around her a few times and Chelsea began to feel a little uncomfortable. “You look cute,” Cynthia finally said, “but you need to stand taller and push your shoulders back. Good posture is generally what the coaches are looking for as a starting point and you slouch a little.” Cynthia moved across, pulled Chelsea’s shoulders back and put her hand on the teen girl’s midriff. “Suck your tummy in too.” She stood back to look at Chelsea. “That’s better. You need to hold that sort of posture at all times and avoid slouching. Come into the garden.”
They walked outside i
nto the back garden. There was a large hedge around the lawn and it was fairly private. Cynthia turned to the teen girl. “So, show me some of your moves.” She watched as Chelsea ran through a routine. “Hmm, it’s a bit flat to be honest.”
“So how do I improve it?” asked Chelsea.
“Smile for a start,” laughed Cynthia. “You seem to be concentrating so hard on the routine that you look as if you aren’t enjoying yourself. And you need to get a bit more bouncy, you know? Put in a little more energy into it.”
“Jeez really?” asked Chelsea. “You make it sound like I am awful.”
“No, not at all” said Cynthia. “If you step it up just a little the trials will be a cinch. Try and add in a few more complicated moves. Can you do a handstand?”
“Kind off,” said Chelsea. She flipped herself up on her hands, although struggled to hold the position.
Cynthia moved across to help her. “OK, let me get your legs.” Chelsea flipped herself up again and Cynthia caught her legs. She looked down to see the teen girl’s panties and couldn’t help pulling her legs open a little to get a better view.
Chelsea giggled. “Are you looking at my panties again?” she asked.
“Oh, sorry,” Cynthia said and let her legs go.”
Chelsea stood up and grinned. “It’s OK, I don’t mind. It feels kind of hot when you are looking at my panties.” The teen girl took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to flash her panties again. She giggled louder as she saw the older woman’s eyes flick down to them. “If we go inside I can let you have a closer look if you want.”
“Oh I’m not sure your mother would approve of…” started Cynthia.
“My mother’s not here,” cut in Chelsea. She walked across and took the older woman’s hand and started to lead her inside. Cynthia thought about resisting, but she could feel the sudden rush of excitement coursing through her veins and didn’t want to stop herself. When they reached the lounge, Chelsea threw herself on the couch and sat with her legs apart. She looked at Cynthia and seductively pulled the short skirt up her thighs until her little white panties were exposed. “Come and have a look,” she grinned.
Cynthia hesitated, but her excitement grew as she looked at the teen girls panties. She moved across the room and dropped to her knees, moving in between Chelsea’s legs. Her eyes were glued to the sexy sight of her panties.
“Don’t just look,” Chelsea giggled and slid her ass to the edge of the seat.
Cynthia looked at the teen girl and could clearly see the excitement written all over her face. Her eyes moved down to Chelsea’s breast and she could see them heaving a little as the teen girl’s breathing got heavier. Her eyes continued traveling down, until they were resting on the panties. Cynthia held her breath as her hand stretched out and she let it out in a soft groan as her fingertips stroked onto the soft material of the panties. She worked her fingers around, feeling them glide over the outline of the teen girl’s pussy lips. It accelerated her excitement and Cynthia could really feel her heart start to race. She continued working her fingers around and finally let them settle on Chelsea’s pussy lips. She gently stroked up and down the pink slit through the white panties and looked up to see the expression of pure ecstasy on the teen girl’s face.
The soft moans of the teenage girl were a massive turn on for Cynthia and she started to stroke her fingers a little harder. She could feel the material of the panties getting damp under her touch and the excitement of this was like an electric shock. Cynthia suddenly wanted to see Chelsea’s pussy and could feel her breathing getting ragged as she moved her fingers to the waistband of the panties. She slid her fingers underneath and as Chelsea lifted her hips, slowly pulled the panties down. It was one of the most erotic experiences of Cynthia’s life and the massive surge of excitement that rushed through her drove her on. She suddenly yanked the panties down hard, making Chelsea gasp.
Cynthia quickly bent her head down to the teen girl’s pussy and licked her tongue onto it. She slid her fingers either side of the pink slit and teased it slowly open, still licking along its length. As the wet hole opened up, Cynthia pushed her tongue inside and could feel how wet she was making Chelsea. Her tongue was quickly coated in teen pussy juice and the taste was so gorgeous that she lapped harder and faster at the slick pussy walls.
Chelsea could feel the pleasure rushing through her body and forced herself harder against Cynthia’s mouth. The tongue snaking around inside her pussy was heaven and she wanted more. She grabbed Cynthia’s head and pulled her up so that she could kiss the older woman’s lips. The taste of her own pussy on the lips was a massive thrill and she worked her tongue inside the older woman’s mouth. The taste of her pussy on Cynthia’s tongue was even stronger and Chelsea moaned in real excitement. She finally broke the kiss. “Finger fuck me hard.” she told Cynthia.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Cynthia laughed. She pulled Chelsea up from the couch and led her along to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and then pushed the teen girl down onto her back on the bed. Cynthia quickly opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a large vibrator and held it up with a smile on her face. “For when my husband isn’t here,” she laughed.
Chelsea sat bolt upright on the bed. “Oh jeez, I have always wanted to try one. What does it feel like?”
“You’re about to find out,” laughed Cynthia. She moved onto the bed and pushed Chelsea onto her back. The teen girl laughed and flipped over on to her front. She reached up and grabbed a couple of pillows and slipped them under her hips. She then grabbed another pillow and placed it under her head.
Cynthia felt the heat rise between her thighs at the gorgeous sight of the teen girl’s naked ass. She stroked her hand onto it and moaned as she felt her fingers sliding over the smooth rounded cheeks. “My favorite is when I hold the vibrator against my asshole.” Cynthia laughed. “You have to try.”
Chelsea tensed a little as she felt the fingers on her ass being replaced by the thicker head of the vibrator. Cynthia stroked it around and finally moved it to the top of Chelsea’s butt crease. She then slowly worked it in between the teen girl’s ass cheeks until the head of the vibrator was resting against the tight hole. Chelsea pushed her ass back against the sex toy as Cynthia stroked it back and forth over her hole.
Chelsea squealed in surprise and felt her body shudder when Cynthia suddenly held the vibrator hard against the tight hole and switched it on. The vibrations that rushed inside her were gorgeous and she settled back down to enjoy the wonderful sensation. Cynthia worked through the speeds, until the sex toy was on its maximum setting. Chelsea was moaning in delight at the sensual pleasure coursing through her body.
“Feels good, huh,” laughed Cynthia.
“Oh it is so fucking gorgeous,” moaned Chelsea. “I have got to get one.” She circled her hips and pushed back hard on the vibrator, feeling the very tip slide inside her hole. “Oh jeez that’s even better.”
Cynthia finally worked the vibrator away from the tight hole and Chelsea groaned in disappointment. The groan didn’t last long as she felt the electric shock of the vibrator being stroked onto her clit. She suddenly moaned loud in pleasure at the excitement that ran into her pussy. Cynthia could hear the teen girl’s breathing becoming ragged as the excitement started to overwhelm her. She held the vibrator hard against Chelsea’s clit and stroked a finger down onto the teen girl’s asshole. The combination of sensations made the teenage girl push her head down onto the bed. She was almost screaming in pleasure and this increased even more when Cynthia replaced the finger on her asshole with her tongue.
The wet sensation of Cynthia’s tongue licking onto her tight, puckered hole did make Chelsea scream out in pleasure. As the older woman continued to work her tongue over the teen girl’s asshole, she slid the vibrator down to the slick pussy opening. She teased the sex toy around the wet entrance and Chelsea was almost biting the pillow below her head in pleasure.
“Fuck, put it in,” she started beg
ging, but Cynthia continued to tease the vibrator around the entrance to the teen girls pussy, while licking hard on her asshole. The pure excitement of wanting the vibrator inside her made Chelsea beg harder and harder. Cynthia finally gave in to the desperate pleas and slid the sex toy a little deeper. Chelsea could feel her pussy lips being spread wide as the sex toy moved further inside her and she pushed herself down the bed to force it even deeper.
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