Shelley's Hot Tub Threesome (Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions)

The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader’s dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom.

The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.

Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about.

Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. It’s just a story.

In this story, Shelley has been playing volleyball at the beach with a couple of guys and an injury got in the way of having a great time. After another injury in practice, Shelley decides to head over to the Harrison’s hot tub for a little relaxation. She doesn’t count on the Harrison’s arriving home early and looking for a little fun.

Approximate length: 9,000 words.

Extract:
“It has been a while,” Mrs Harrison said more to my boobs than me “since I have felt such a perky real pair.”
“Are yours fake?” I stammered.
“Oh, honey,” she said with a smile. “Yes, they’re fake. Have you ever touched a fake pair?” She angled her chest towards me. “Go ahead, have a feel.” Her hands were still on my boobs.
“They are so firm,” I said.
“Good hey,” she said moving closer. As she moved closer I had to reluctantly release her boobs. “They feel even better up against your boobs.” She pushed into me and I could feel her hard nipples push into my soft boobs. The firm rounded spheres of her boobs forcing my pliable boobs back against me. She totally boob dominated me. At the time, all I could think of was her boobs. I didn’t even notice her approaching lips. They were as big and firm as her boobs. I mean she probably has had collagen or something because they were a classic pair of permanently puckered movie star lips. She came closer and closer until my eyes wouldn’t focus on her face. I closed my eyes and waited for her lips to touch mine. I waited. Her body was pressed up against mine and then I could wait no longer and lunged forward, pressing my lips onto her lips.
At first it was one of those classic Hollywood kisses, all pressure no tongue. Then she pushed my lips apart, her tongue pressed against my teeth and sought entry into my mouth. Her hands started moving up and down my body, around my boobs and down to my waist. She brought her hand together between my legs and put pressure on my pussy through my panties.
She pulled back, her teeth lightly gripping my lip.
“We’re going to need to take off your panties.”