Hungry Cheerleader

“Yeah, well, if you DID have blond hair. Anyway, no dice — the guys were totally wasted, and she looked bummed out with them. When I showed up stone-cold sober, she basically handed them over to me and I had to take them home. They didn’t wanna go and were cursing me out, and I had to haul them out of the door. I was bummed, too, because I had showed up to have a good time, and immediately had to deal with their junk.”

“I like a man who takes control,” I smiled.

Patrick looked at me with friendly eyes. “Yeah, so the last time was last week. By now, I was three weeks in and missing home. They guys had been great all through the trip, generally, but I was started to tire of their nonsense. I went out on my own for dinner, then went to a bar. I was missing life at home and missing you and feeling in need of some company. This was on Saturday night. I just had a couple of beers, and then got talking to this Goth babe. She looked so hot, and we talked for about an hour. Anyway, she wanted to relocate to a new venue, so we got up to leave. Before we got there, we did indeed go down a side alley, where we made out. She kept feeling my crotch, so I thought she might get down on her knees, but it wasn’t too private. Just then, this homeless guy rounded the corner and started spewing his guts up, so she got cold feet and said, ‘not here’. I figured she would take me to this other venue or else her place, but back on the main street, she asked to come back to ‘my place’. I told her my place was a hotel room with four guys just as buff as me. I was astonished when she thought that was amazing, and said she wouldn’t mind spending the night with us. I was, like, ‘WHAT?’, but she was totally down for it, and I realized that she was this really wild, kinky type who was into group sex and leather and all this stuff, and it turned her on to think of five guys with her for a whole night. I was, like, ‘whoa’, and said that I didn’t think the guys would be up for that, and even if they were, I wouldn’t be. I was honest with her and said that I had gone out because I was missing home and wanted some female company, but that I had expected a one-on-one situation, and had gone out to get away from the guys, not bring a woman back for them all. Then I remembered what you said about coming back here and the promise we made, and decided, ‘stuff it’. I asked her where this other venue was and it was miles away. It was already eleven and I was beat, so I turned her down. She was too crazy, and I had to sleep and get up early for another bus on Sunday morning. So I told her it had been great, kissed her and went back to the guys.”

There was a pause, as we let all this sink in.

“So,” I said, finally. “You gave up on five cocks for one pussy, so you could have five pussies for one cock.”

Patrick smirked. “Yeah.”

CHAPTER THREE

This was even better than I imagined. I grinned broadly and said, “Patrick, why don’t you go ahead and use our bathroom, and take a shower? We’re not going anywhere, and you can put your bags in the corner.”

He smiled at me, and said, “Fine, Ange. I will.” He lugged his bags into the corner of the room and put them in a pile, then grabbed a towel from his backpack. He began rummaging around in it. “What shall I wear?”

“Don’t worry too much about that, babe,” I smiled, with a wink. “Just hurry up in there.”

Patrick raised his eyebrows and smirked. “OK.” He stood up straight, then headed for the bathroom. He closed the door.

I turned to the girls. “This is absolutely excellent!” I cried.

“I’ll say!” said Becky.

“Feeling horny, ladies?” asked Caroline.

“I’m about ready for a good session,” said Emma.

“Me, too,” remarked Daphne.

“Let’s get undressed,” I said.

The five of us quickly disrobed, until we were down to our underwear.

“Bras, too,” said Becky.

We all acquiesced to this request, seemingly in unison of thought on the matter. We sat on our beds, each of us feeling our own, now-free breasts. We were all different sizes, but most of us were on the medium-to-large side, with only Daphne having breasts that could be described as small, at 32B. I was average, with 34C, while Caroline’s were bigger than mine. I didn’t know her exact size, but I guesstimated about 30D, while Becky was 34D, I knew. Emma’s were the biggest, but I didn’t know what size they were. They were fleshy, swayed from side to side as she moved, and rolled around her chest as she leaned back, but yet had good shape. She was relatively slim, so her cup size must be, like, G or something incredible, but the band maybe no more than 34 max. I loved my friend’s bodies, and they certainly loved mine.

However, what I lacked in boob size I made up for in sheer horn, since I was easily the horniest of all of us. My horn went up to 11 and beyond, and I was seriously thirsty for pussy and female flesh on most days, but could be pretty hungry for cock, too, at times. Daphne was the most demure of us, while I think Caroline was maybe next after me in the horniness stakes, with Emma a close third. Becky had a more normal level of female turn-on, I felt, but could hold her own with the rest of us in a session.

Presently, Patrick reappeared, naked but for his towel. My eyes roved over his muscled pecs, fabulous, defined abs, firm lower abdomen, the toned biceps and strong legs, nice butt, and mop of short, black hair, and his handsome face, but most of all that bulge beneath the towel, which I drank in with my eyes. I could see the other women more or less doing the same, anticipating what fun we could all have with that body.

Patrick was surprised at our nakedness, except for panties, and remarked, “Well, so it’s on right now, is it?”

I stood up, and shook out my long, wavy brown hair, walking towards him, and putting my arm around his waist. “It sure is, hun. We’re hungry, thirsty women, and you deserve your reward. What I promised, you’re gonna get.”

“What, even after I told you about that woman I met -”

“Stuff her,” interrupted Becky. “Forget that crazy Goth wench. We can give you a much better time.”

Patrick looked around the room at the five beautiful, naked women in front of him. “Right.” He suddenly gained in confidence and smirked. “Well, let’s get it on, then.”

“Me first,” I said. I held his hand and moved over towards the window, before embracing him. I looked up into his handsome face, then down at his lips, then back up to his eyes. Then back to his lips again, before hungrily moving forward to plant my lips on him in a deep kiss. I melted into his lips, really needing him, having not felt him for a month. We made out passionately in front of everyone, my fingernails scraping down his back. My hands reached the towel. I pulled, and it fell away. He was naked. My hands ranged all over his body, before squeezing his butt and venturing south to his strong legs.

Patrick held the base of my head in his left hand, his fingers buried in my long hair, while his right hand roamed across my abdomen, then around to the side and up my back to the nape of my neck. Next, he pulled it back slightly so that it slid around the side back to the front, before cupping my breast. I moaned as he squeezed it, feeling wanton and wanted. I felt his thumb move side to side against the soft nipple, which was now beginning to harden.

I kissed him harder at this sensation, moaning my desire into his mouth, wanting him more. He continued fondling and caressing my breast, squeezing, kneading and smoothing over the flesh, then presently moved his hand lower to cover my panties, brushing his fingers up and down my crotch. I gently thrust my hips into his hand, which made me want him more. He was really turning me on, and I could feel my horniness ramping up fast. The tigress was about to be unleashed, and he could feel it. My fingers ravished his chest, those fabulous, big pecs, hard-as-a-washboard abs; then I briefly squeezed his thick, toned biceps, then moved by hands lower to squeeze his glutes, pulling his hips in to make contact with my crotch. I could feel his cock getting bigger by the second, so I broke the embrace and led him by the hand to my bed. “Lie down,” I said.

He lay face up, his head on the pillow, his eight-inch cock with its seven-inch girth and those big, manly balls below it on full display. It was hard and pointing straight up towards his head.

I removed my panties and left them on the floor, then straddled his chest, scooting up to rest my bent knees either side of his ears, placing my hands on the wall behind the headboard. “Eat me,” I commanded.

He obeyed, placing both of his hands on my lower back, then opening his mouth to suck in my labia. I looked down to see my wet pussy lips being serviced by his lips and mouth. Patrick now used his tongue to encircle my clit, and I moaned as I gently rocked my hips back and forth against his mouth.

Looking to my side, I now saw my friends start to pleasure each other. Daphne and Becky were sitting on Becky’s bed, kissing and making out; while, on my right, Caroline and Emma had already been there, done that, and were now squeezing and kneading each other’s big boobs, moaning out loud and getting really into it. I saw a dildo and a vibrator on Emma’s bed, so I knew they were up for a really good time.

I returned to looking down at Patrick. He had now found my rhythm, and his tongue and my pussy now danced together, moving in unison, as I rode his face. I held onto the headboard, feeling my turn-on and arousal increase, and a tremendous thirst rise up within me. I gritted my teeth, and began to pump my hips back and forth across his nose and mouth more aggressively. “Oh, yeah,” I said. I looked down at my undulating torso, my firm body and smooth skin beginning to flush. The sight of my own sexiness boosted my confidence higher, and now I really went for it, pumping my hips roughly against his face. “Grr, baby, yeah!” I cried, as I took my pleasure. I began to feel a delicious curl of pleasure rise up from my loins, and I buried my hands in his hair. I was now effing his face, taking pleasure from him, bursting with desire to express my desire for his handsome face. Finally, a spreading warmth gathered in strength and became a pointed need, and flung my head back, thrusting my hips against him wildly. I felt a rising, building, broadening pleasure, and soon enough, I wailed as I let go of my senses and let my body surrender into a shuddering orgasm, that flowed through me with abandon. I rode the waves, before finally coming down into a blissful state of relaxation.