It was senior year at the High School, just a few weeks to a hard earned graduation close to the top of her class. That was of course a well kept secr...t by the milk chocolate colored cheerleader who wore her uniform to school more often than not since she could claim school spirit. Of course it didn’t hurt that the school actively encouraged the cheerleaders to wear the uniforms and she’d been sent home a few times for equally risqué outfits. The truth was she loved the way the boys turned. The only rule, by tacit agreement and never really discussed, was that we wouldn’t do anything while my mother was in the house. Common sense, really. Given the consequences if we were caught.But, a week after the affair began, even that little caveat got set aside and we were fucking upstairs while my mother was down in the kitchen.The thrill of it intoxicated me. It was as addictive as it was stupid. It’s toe-curling to think back at the wild chances we took. But, as we continued to get away. “That was so amazing” she said “how did it feel honey?” Rhonda smiled, her body still trembling “so good” was all she could muster. “I wish that was me” Ann said soulfully. Frank smiled “Ann honey, why don’t you go up to the house and see Jean. She will be able to help you”. Ann was mystified. Was he suggesting Jean would engage with her? Just what could Jean do about her desire to have the same pleasure as Rhonda? Regardless, she walked up the house, still naked. Jean met her at the back door.. ... You get off of your chair... come over and give each of us a deep kiss so that you can taste the cum in our mouths... You then come over to me and grab my flaccid penis by the base ... apply pressure and stroke the last of the cum out of it... You and your friend then go down on it and lick it off of me... It feels like it wants to come back to life... You then do the same to your friend with you and me licking the last of his cum off of his cock. You the take a hold of our cocks, one in.