The men were speechless, mesmerized by the provocative sight. Jan took this opportunity to glance over at Julie who sat forward, studying her sister’s magnificent tits. Her own, just budding, held promise, and Julie looked hopeful that she’d develop like her mother and sister. Though she had little to show, she looked eager to show them.
She’d been admonished about going about without a bra, but she was not wearing one. She’d also managed to undo the top three buttons of her blouse. She sat forward to give her father a peek inside. Jan also got a peek and she watched her husband peeking at the berry-like right nipple he could plainly see on a plum-size mound of hard flesh. She was eager to get the party going.
Jan took inventory of crotches. The ones on either side of her were straining under hands crossed defensively on laps. Wally couldn’t hide his as his arms were tied behind his back. She saw a wet spot at the plainly outlined crown of his penis and Julie’s eyes kept darting to it. Wally looked embarrassed, especially when Marcie’s eyes fell on his crotch, but all he could do was redden.
Greg was pressing his thigh against her bare leg unnecessarily. The body heat being transferred obviously added to his excitement, hers as well. She pressed back and got a look which she returned with a smile. On the far end near Julie, Stomper sat in a chair and was in the process of extracting his naked cock. Julie had the best view, but the sofa’s arm blocked Jan’s. All she saw was the head when he finally got it out. He looked big, probably eight to ten inches.
She looked left and saw Lester and Red follow suit. Red stood and took off his pants. He wore no underwear. His nine-inch rod sprang free and bobbed menacingly before Marcie’s wide eyes. Lester extracted the biggest cock because it was thicker than the rest. He had nine inches, but the shaft was as thick as an infant’s arm with a head the size of a baby’s fist.
Jan stared and was caught staring by Greg. He smiled. She rested her hand on the bare skin of his thigh at the leg hole of his brief shorts. He sat stiffly under this unmotherly touch. Lester caught the move and made eye contact with Jan, giving her a nod. Jan squeezed the firm thigh and her hand slid up an inch placing her pinky under the material very close to a testicle, so close, she felt the heat. Seconds later, she discovered that her oldest boy wore no underwear.
Steve watched what was going on beside him and bravely rested his small hand on the bare upper thigh of his mother. This drew her attention his way. She smiled and got a squeeze. His leg then pressed against hers and she pressed back, making her knees fall apart suggestively. She placed her hand on his upper thigh and had both boys in the palms of her hands.
Marcie watched all this in amazement. Her mother seemed to have no shame or inhibition. Marcie watched her mother’s left hand reach inside her twin brother’s leg hole and draw out his six-inch erection. She stroked Greg’s hardon as calmly as she’d fondle a cucumber at the market. Meanwhile, Greg slipped his fingers inside Jan’s shorts and was stroking pussy over panties. Not to be left out, Steve’s fingers attacked from the other side. Soon, little fingers vied for space in her mother’s crotch. Marcie saw those little fingers delve under the panty leg bands as her mother’s right hand went under the waistband of Steve’s shorts to get a grip on his five-inch erection.
Lester shouted across to Julie, who was watching everything, “Hey kid. Help your old man out. Get his cock out and stroke it for him. The poor guy’s about to bust a nut in his skivvies.”
Julie looked eager but unsure as she fumbled with the belt buckle and fly. When she had his jeans laid open, Jan said, “Wally, raise up so she can get them off. They’ll just be in the way. You may as well get rid of them and the underwear. Go on, lift up.”
Wally looked to Lester, got a commanding look, then lifted free of the cushion. Julie worked the pants down to his feet, then went for the tented BVDs. With a look of ruptured trepidation, she stretched the waist band over the straining cock, keeping her eyes on it as she fought to get the shorts down. She then eased off the sofa to affect the total removal, including his shoes and socks.
When she resumed her place, Jan told her to take her father’s cock and stroke it gently as she was doing for Greg. Julie looked at the hand stroking her brother’s cock, then curled her fingers around the base of her father’s and began pumping in a milking fashion. Awed by the cock she held, Julie’s eyes never left it as her hand pumped harder and faster, prompting Jan to say, “Easy. Go easy. I can see he’s ready to pop. Make it last. We have all week.”
Marcie once again found herself getting scant attention and said, “Mom, shouldn’t I get my shorts off, now?”
“Oh, yes, sorry. Yes, by all means, but remember, do it slow and sexy. Tease the audience. Don’t rush this part. The unveiling of the pussy is the main feature of your act. You should appear eager to get at it, but not in a hurry to show it.”
Marcie was eager to get at it and had her shorts unsnapped and unzipped in seconds. Still doing figure eights, she slid her fingers under the waist band of her panties and got at her pussy, prompting Jan to say, “That’s it, don’t be shy now. Get down in there and have at it. As Georgette used to say, ‘Pretend there’s a fire in your crotch and you’re trying to put it out by hand. It’s hot, so hot you can’t hold your hand still.’ Keep attacking. Yes, like that. Excellent!”
In her frenzied attack, Marcie’s shorts had worked their way down her thighs to a point where they couldn’t go further due to the spread of her legs. In frustration, she stood straight, placed her legs together and let the shorts fall to her feet. She kicked free, then resumed her stance wearing only the panties and ankle-strap sandals.
Jan said, “Good, they were just in the way and not important. The panties are. Get the panties back up and cover the mound. No hair should show, yet. That’s it, snug them up tight so they mold to your cunt. We’ve all seen it like this, but refresh our memories. Excellent, now, turn around. Show your naked ass, first. That’s it, bend slightly and thrust your ass out. Keep moving. Now the marker pen is in your asshole. Yes, that’s it.”
Jan paused to allow everyone to absorb the provocative sight before saying, “Now, Marcie, reach back with both hands and pinch the panty waist band at each hip. Slowly unveil your ass to the very bottom.”
The panties dropped like a slow-moving curtain to reveal white moons as soft and pure as the breast flesh, showing the outline of her bikini. The skin surrounding had the golden hue of a fading summer tan, outlining a triangular patch of white split by a tight crack.
As the curtain neared the base, Jan said, “Keep going until we get a peek at your pussy lips from behind. Bend lower as you go.”
All sat forward except Wally. He couldn’t. They watched the crack curve under and then saw the moist labia peek from between her moons. The slit looked dark and slightly parted, Even her clit showed at the top of her slit. The girl was frothing at the cunt, and her audience was frothing at the mouth. Jan never saw a pussy look so erotic or so in need.
She stopped Marcie when all of her daughter’s pussy could be seen from the rear and Marcie’s hair began to puddle between her feet. Jan said, “Good, now stand straight and turn to face us. Leave the panties where they are.”
Marcie returned to her previous stance. The panties were hanging lower, cutting across her pubic mound of sparse reddish brown curls. She stood waiting for instruction. Jan said, “Now, give us a peek at your pussy from the front, but just a peek. Hook the waist band just below your clit, then let them rest there while you try to get our eyes focused on you tits.”
Marcie showed her clit and the strained panties pushed the little nub of flesh into prominence. She did her best to attract attention to her tits, but few eyes followed.
Wally suddenly stiffened and groaned. A surprise jet of sperm burst out of his cock and hit Julie square in the face, draping her nose. Julie wasn’t expecting that, nor the second harder jet that hit her right in her open mouth. Most missed the first, but they all caught the second. Julie was ready for the rest and angled the spurting cock straight up, getting clear of the creamy fountain. Sperm shot up in ropy strands that arched high before falling back to Wally’s lap.
Sperm soaked her hand and she sat with a mouthful looking at her mother for advice. Jan said, “You may as well swallow. It won’t hurt you.” Julie swallowed. Jan said, “I told you to slow down. See what happens when you don’t listen. Now, take your hand away and let him rest up. You just wasted that load, but like I said, we have all weekend.”
Jan then addressed her girls saying, “There’s something you girls need to know if you’re going to be good cheerleaders: good cheerleaders don’t waste sperm. We pride ourselves on not wasting sperm. Sperm belongs in a cheerleader, not on a cheerleader. That’s an unwritten cheerleader code. Sperm on the outside is wasted. It’s a sign that you did sloppy work or miscalculated.” Addressing Julie, she said, “When you saw him ejaculating, you should have taken his cock in your mouth and sucked.”
Julie defensively said, “But, I didn’t know.”
“Well, you know now. I won’t tolerate sloppy work from my girls. Marcie, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Julie?”
“Yes. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
The men exchanged grins. Wally just looked stunned as Julie began licking up the mess he’d made. Jan turned to Lester and said, “He doesn’t need to be tied. He won’t interfere with me when I’m training my girls, and as far as I’m concerned, Marcie invited you men here.”
Lester looked to his partners and got shrugs or nods, then said, “Stomper, let him go. She’s right. We were invited. You invited us here, didn’t you, Marcie?”
Marcie looked to her mother, then said, “Yeah, I guess so. Whatever Mom says. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Mom knows cheerleading inside and out. She was a pro, after all.”
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