55 Erotic Sex Stories (66 page)

The man behind quickly pulled out and Gwyneth felt herself being dragged to her feet and turned. The man sitting in the chair quickly unzipped himself and pulled his hard cock out. Gwyneth was pushed back to sit on his lap and as she moved down she could feel the man work the tip of his cock to her wet opening. As she sat the cock fucked into her pussy and the man started humping himself up against her to fuck his cock in and out. She looked up at the other man in front of her, who was standing with his hard cock in his hand. As her pussy was being fucked, he moved forward and stroked the tip of his cock across her lips. The sight of her cum covered face sent him a little wild and Gwyneth felt him push forward and fuck his cock into her mouth. The man grabbed her head and started to thrust his hips back and forward. It was the start of a hard mouth fuck for Gwyneth. Her heart was racing in excitement as the two cocks fucked into her. She could feel the excitement slowly building and hoped the men would get a little rough with her. She wasn’t disappointed as the two men used her like a dirty little fuck slut, ramming their cocks into her pussy and mouth hard. Gwyneth could feel the pleasure in her body building towards a climax. It came on slowly, but as the two men used her harder and harder it built to the point where she was gasping for breath. When it finally arrived, the orgasm crashed down on her hard. Gwyneth started writhing and moaning in ecstasy as the heat built in her pussy and then rushed through the rest of her body. She felt her pussy clamp hard around the cock inside it as the orgasm came to a peak and cried out loud.

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.

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 into 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.