Unbeknownst to Beth and Laurie, Stacey and Rebecca were having similar trouble regarding keeping their promise keep a low profile in front of of the other dads. The two girls were sitting in the bleachers after Friday’s Cheerleading practice, waiting for Rebecca’s dad to pick them up. The conversation naturally turned to sex.
“It was so cool sleeping with Laurie’s dad,” Becky said. “I can’t wait to do him again!”
“You’re such a slut, Becky!” Stacey teased. “You’re becoming as bad as Beth.”
“I can’t help it!” Rebecca defended herself. “He was soooo passionate. I still can’t believe how fast he made me orgasm.”
“Well, you know the rules; you have to wait your turn. After what you described, I’m certainly not going to let you have him again before I get him in bed once!”
“I know, I know…” Becky smoothed her pleated skirt, willing herself not to touch herself out here in the open. “Well, hurry up, ‘cause then I get to try out your dad, don’t I?”
“You’re going to like that, I guarantee it! But Beth’s right. We should cool it for a bit.”
“I’m kinda surprised she feels that way; she’s the boldest one of the bunch of us.”
“You’re so right! I still can’t believe that Beth sucked my dad after he fucked her. It was so hot!” Becky nodded her agreement. “I hate to admit it,” Stacey continued, “but I really liked playing with her in bed together. In fact, forget what I said earlier! Now I’m the slut!”
“Beth isn’t the only one, y’know…” Becky struggled to let this out. “I… I like sucking my dad’s cock after he fucks me, too.”
“No way!” Stacey exclaimed, but smiling. “You too?”
“Stacey, I mean, I REALLY like it. Tasting my cum and his all mixed together on his cock as it gets hard in my mouth is such a turn on! I couldn’t help myself; doing it to Paul after we fucked just made me so hot!”
“Wow. But when I said, ‘you too,’ I didn’t mean just you and Elizabeth.” Stacey blushed briefly, then leaned in close, “I thought I was the only one, until I saw Beth sucking my dad after he fucked both of us. The truth is… I did the same thing myself the morning after my dad took my virginity.”
“That’s right! You told us you woke him up with a blowjob the next morning, and I didn’t even think of that.”
“Oh, god, Becky, it’s like an addiction now! Almost as soon as my dad pulls out of me, I push him over on his back and suck him up right away. Every time! It freaked him out a bit at first, but I just have to taste those last few drops of his sperm! Then, feeling him get hard in my mouth is amazing!”
“I have another secret, Stacey…” Becky looked around conspiratorially, then added, “I’ve been reading other stories online, and it’s giving me ideas.”
“Really? Okay, spill! What ideas?”
Rebecca almost whispered, “I wonder what it would be like having two cocks in me at the same time.”
“Really? That’s kinda slutty for you, isn’t it?” The thought hadn’t occurred to Stacey before, but the idea definitely interested her. “I mean, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have both my tits sucked at the same time, but two cocks at once? I don’t know…”
“Mmmm, I love having my nipples sucked, so both at the same time does sound good, too,” Becky explained, “But just imagine sucking one cock while fucking another. My god, I almost cum just thinking about it!”
“Wow, Becky, for being the last one to do her dad, you sure are fearless now, huh?”
“I admit, I was scared at first, but all of your adventures have certainly opened my eyes. I’m happier now than I can ever remember being, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely! I love my dad more than ever, and sharing him with Beth only made us closer. It’s the best!”
“I can’t wait to share a bed with you and your dad.”
“Hold on! I want to do that, too, but I already shared mine! First, I get a turn with your dad.”
“You’ll like that. He’s really big!”
Stacey giggled, “So you’ve said. But remember, we all agreed to cool off for a while.”
Bill honked his horn as he pulled into the parking lot, getting the girls’ attention. Becky waved, and they gathered their things.
“Stacey…,” Rebecca said softly as they walked over to his car, “What if I don’t want to wait?”
“What? We all agreed, remember?”
“Think about it. Elizabeth and Laurie are the most competitive people we know. Do you really think they’re just waiting around, when there’s new… adventures to be had?
“You mean new cocks to try out?” Stacey opined. “Wouldn’t it get their panties in a twist if we jumped ahead of them this one time?”
“Um-hmmm. You read my mind!” Rebecca replied.
Stacey smiled at Becky’s dad as they approached. From what her friend described, he had the biggest dick of all the fathers. “So… you would be okay if we both took on your dad? Like, right now?”
Rebecca shot her a look. “Alright. Let’s do my dad tonight.”
Stacey felt her own panties getting moist. “I’m in. What’s the plan?”
They arrived at the car, and Becky opened the door to the back seat. She tossed their pom-poms and backpacks on the seat, before whispering, “That’s easy. Follow my lead!”
Stacey got in the back seat, and closed the door. Rebecca opened the front door, climbed in, and chirped excitedly, “Hi, Daddy!” followed by a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you so much for picking us up, Mr. Sampson!” Stacey said.
“Daddy, can Stacey stay for dinner tonight? Her dad’s working late, and I didn’t want her to eat supper alone. Plus, we have some new moves we need to practice, right, Stacey?”
“Ummm, yeah, we do! Practice does make perfect, after all!” The two girls giggled at their inside joke.
Bill was oblivious. “Stacey?” he asked, as he pulled out of the parking space, “Would your father be okay with this?”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy that I won’t be alone. Anyway, when he gets out of his thing at work, I’ll call him to let him know I’m at your place.”
The girls shared a look, and Rebecca winked. The plan was underway.
As soon as they arrived at the apartment, the girls disappeared into Becky’s room, and Bill made his way to the kitchen to start dinner. Loud, throbbing, dance music could be heard emanating from the bedroom.
When dinner was almost ready, Bill knocked loudly on the door to his little girl’s room, and announced it was time for her to set the table.
A couple minutes later, the girls bounded into the kitchen, giggling and exuberant. Bill was taken aback by their attire; they had changed from their regular Cheerleading outfit into their show costumes. While utilizing the same color scheme, the skirt was much shorter, and the sweater was replaced with a low-cut halter and fringed vest combo. The outfit also included fringed boots the same color as the vest, but the girls wore only short socks on their feet. They looked absolutely delicious prancing around the kitchen in the outfits.
Dinner was an interesting affair. Bill sat across from the two girls, trying hard not to stare at the ample teenage cleavage on display before him.
“Why the change, Becky? Isn’t that your competition costume?”
“I told you, Daddy,” she replied, between forkfuls of pasta. “We learned a new routine, and needed to practice.”
“We’d love to show it to you after supper,” Stacey added, with a twinkle in her eye.
Bill was taken aback at the suggestive way she said that, and wondered how he was going to hide his hard-on from Becky’s friend. Even now, he was grateful for the table for hiding his bulge from the girls. “I don’t know if I’m the best judge for that…”
“Please Daddy?” Becky begged. “We think we got really good, and want to show off to you.”
“You know,” Stacey chimed in, “for a guy’s perspective.” The two girls tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle at his uncomfortableness.
“Perhaps another time, girls,” Bill tried to extricate himself from this predicament. “I… I have things I need to do after we eat.”
Rebecca was insistent. “Oh, Daddy, the laundry can wait a few minutes. Trust me; it will be worth your while!” Stacey tried to stifle a giggle at that last bit.
‘Worth my while’? Bill’s mind was racing. Becky couldn’t possibly be thinking… No, of course not. Not with her friend right there.
Once dinner was over, Bill busied himself washing the dishes. He was almost done when Becky called from the living room.
“We’re ready for you, Daddy!”
“Uh… I’m a little busy now, sweetheart. Maybe later?”
“Please, Mr. Sampson?” Stacey’s voice from right behind him startled him a little bit. He turned to see her smiling coyly. “Rebecca and I REALLY want a man’s opinion of our new routine.”
She placed a soft hand on his arm, and it was as if it carried an electric shock. He froze in place, mesmerized by her youthful beauty.
Stacey smiled, and stepped closer still. “Please? It’s our first time in the new uniform.” She used her free hand to open the fringed sequined vest, showing off her considerable cleavage, framed by the tight halter top, stretched across her large, firm breasts, then smoothed her hand down her side to the matching fringed skirt, definitely too short for decent company.
His eyes were drawn down to her cleavage, where he admired the swell of her teenage tits, now certain she was not wearing a bra underneath. He mused to himself, ‘how do such large breasts stay so high on her chest?’
Stacey noticed his gaze, and what’s more, now became aware of the considerable bulge in his jeans. Grinning, she moved even closer, pressing a breast against his arm. She kept up the innocent pretense by leaning over and shutting off the faucet. “We won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
When he remained frozen in place, she took his hand, and gently pulled him away from the sink. “Come.”
Bill allowed himself to be pulled into the living room, where Stacey seated him in his over-large recliner, bending over to give him a quick peck on the cheek, as well as a nice long look down her halter top. “Sit back, and enjoy the show!” she said, winking at him.
Becky was near the TV, bent over, turning on the CD player. Bill was so focused on Stacey’s tits that he did a double take; was Becky wearing a thong? Part of him mused, ‘that can’t be part of the regulation uniform.’
The music started thumping through the speakers in the living room, with throbbing bass and irresistible dance beat.
The two cheerleaders faced the stereo, with their backs to Bill, and on signal, stated rotating their hips to the beat. They held their pom-poms behind their backs, shaking them in rhythm.
As the song gained momentum, the dance became more involved, their hips swaying more pronounced. They raised their arms over their heads, while grinding their hips down and back.
Bill was riveted to his chair. As the short skirts swished from side to side, he was treated to the sight of bare firm teenage ass cheeks on every beat. They jumped, and he realized he was correct; both girls were wearing white thongs, matching their halters and boots.
The girls turned around, and began leaping, kicking and bouncing to the beat, waving the pom-poms up and down. Their halter tops struggled to contain their bouncing teenage breasts, and the friction of the sweet physics of nubile flesh against the straining material caused their nipples to stand at attention under the thin fabric.
Bill was staring, open mouthed, and breathing more heavily by the second. Becky noticed his hands were gripping the arms of his recliner so hard his knuckles were turning white, and she smiled. Time to turn things up a notch.
“Whoo! I’m getting hot!” Becky said, stopping her bouncing and fanning herself with her hands. “Stacey; I’m thinking that my top is too tight. How about you?”
“Yeah, mine too.”
“I have an idea.” They turned toward one another, and each loosened the other girl’s bowtie knot on the halter between their breasts, already straining to hold the cups together. “Let’s try it like this.”
“Yeah… that feels more comfortable already!” Stacey exclaimed, both of them shaking their boobs back and forth a few times, as Bill gasped. The two girls shared a knowing look. There was no way the knots would keep the sides together now!
“Ready?” Beck asked. “Let’s go!” They said in unison, and began the routine over again.
Bill was riveted to his seat, as the bouncing of these beautiful breasts increased in intensity before his astonished gaze. He wondered how long their tops would hold out, and realized his mouth was dry in anticipation of the imminent wardrobe malfunction.
In perfect unison, they bent over at the waist, treating him to the sight of their deep cleavage, then jumped high in the air, knees bent, arms extended high over their heads, in a great release of exuberant energy.
It was at the apex of this leap that their knots released, too, and suddenly their naked teenage breasts bounced into view. Bill’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, but the girls kept dancing as if nothing was amiss.
A few more leaps, and the girls turned their backs to him, dropping the poms at their feet, then slowly, sensuously, bent over to pick them up, exposing their perfect ass cheeks, with the skimpy thong all that stood between his hungry gaze and their juicy pussies.
They waggled their behinds at him as they spread their legs wide, then, in harmony, counted out a cadence like a quarterback, and hiked their poms at him between their legs, in perfect shotgun snaps.
Bill was shocked as the poms hit him in the face, but then received an even bigger shock when both girls, still bent over at the waist, lifted their skirts, and peeled the skimpy thongs down over their perfect teenage asses, then moving their legs together, slid them down their legs, and stepped out of them.
He could only stare as the girls stood slowly, reached behind their necks to pull the halter collar over their heads, and turned to wink at him in unison. Then each girl reached over to her partner, running a hand down the others’ backs, then under the fringed vest, and pulled the halter out from behind. They twirled the skimpy garments around over their heads, then tossed them into Bill’s lap.
Dressed now only in the short skirts and fringed vests, they danced a bit more, holding the vests closed, flashing him a quick boob here and there, and as the song wound down, they stood tall, arched their chests forward, and peeled the vests off, dropping them to the floor behind them, their perfect naked titties standing proud and firm, glistening with a fine sheen, nipples hard at attention.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of three people panting for breath. Two of them from their exertions; one from the sheer excitement of the greatest striptease he had ever witnessed.
“Well, Mr. Sampson?” Stacey asked, still out of breath. “What did you think?”
[continued]
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