Just The Right Place And Just The Right Time
(Mfff, Handjob, Asian, Brunette, Blonde, Schoolgirl, Blowjob)by Donnie Evans II
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Just The Right Place And Just The Right Time (Mfff, Handjob, Asian, Brunette, Blonde, Schoolgirl, Blowjob) Authored by Donnie Evans II (mudswimmer@yahoo.com) "Comments R Welcome..."
This is a story I've been too chickenshit to type up for over a decade. Today, I'm just too fat, too old, and too ugly. But when I was in my 20's... Back in '97, I had a terrible rig-ga-marrow with my female roommate and I through her out of our apartment when she wouldn't sleep with me. I know, I know: I'm a Bastard with a capital B. But I was in my early 20's and didn't have the emotional maturity I do now.
Anyhow, so back then I was in emotional hell by my own choosing, and my family said I should volunteer to chaperon my babysister's cheerleading squad trips around the LowCountry for competitions. The high school my babysister, Renee, attended had two different teams of girl cheerleaders. The first , Varsity, squad was for all the football, basketball, and such events by the varsity teams... and the JV squad was only for the lesser supported sports teams like swimming, baseball, softball, and the other JV teams. Renee's JV squad was a thousand times better than the school supported varsity, and the JV suffered for it. The families of the JV had round the year fundraisers and supplied all the manpower the school wouldn't to get the JV to all their events. The roster on the trip to State finials for cheerleading that year included a parent chaperon on my bus for our group and a quarter of the high school's band .
The trip to the convention center's parking lot took about a hour and a half. The other chaperon and I shared a lot of gossip and pep talks with the girls on the way to the parking lot. During the ride, several of the girls broke the rules of the road, I don't know which, I wasn't paying that much attention and didn't want to be a hard ass on them. The parent chaperon, Amy was her name I believe, instructed me that she was keeping three cheerleaders on the bus for detention. They wouldn't get to hang around the center and mingle with the other teams. So it was out the door of the bus for the JV girls and band members, but I stopped the "trouble makers" as they filed by my seat. I told the girls in question to grab their backpacks and stuff and move to the back of the bus, which was in shade in the parking lot. My clothes started to stick to me after five minutes or so, while the girls were more than comfortable in their cheer uniforms.
Across the parking lot were four other buses from my babysister's school. I hadn't brought anything to read nor had I thought to complain to Amy that I didn't feel like waiting in a warm bus. We saw a few of the other parents and volunteers standing between two of the buses, and our driver was sitting on the back bumper writing on a notepad. I glanced down at him and asked if it was O.K. to open the rear door for airflow and he said "Sure."
After fifteen minutes or so, the parking lot was empty, save the four of us. I was almost into that la-la land of feeling sorry for myself over my ex-roommate when one of the girls' voice brought me out. “Can we go to the bathroom?” I set my eyes on them. All three girls were hanging over their seat behind me and I stood up into the aisle. Brittany was in between Savannah and D'Aija, the three looking all antscee-in-the-pantscee. (I looked their names up in my babysister's yearbook to get them right. I won't EVER forget their faces.)
“I don’t think so.” I answered sternly, aware that my cock jumped at the thought of a bathroom break. "I'm just kiddin'. Let's go..."
As we made our way to the convention center, I told the girls I would find April and ask if they could join the rest of the team before the start of the finials. “The rules, I think, say any Booster like me can make override any other Booster like her,” I said. "You've all had enough 'time out'."
“"Detention, Renee's brother!" Brittany reminded me.
“ 'Renee's brother' is for grade schoolers. 'Carl'... Now that’s for high school students.” I told her, my tone making it clear that I ranked them much higher than grade schoolers, even though they were little girls compared to me at my age... As though five or ten years made a difference. Turns out it didn't. Though I remember thinking at that time, for little girls, some of their tits were just as big as my ex-roommate’s but one girl wasn't as big. She didn’t bother with a bra under her cheer blouse.
After I pissed, I couldn't find April before all three girls walked back to the parking lot where I had ended up myself. Savannah or D'Aija spoke up and said, "Miss April caught us in the restroom. We've been sent back to the bus." One of the other two said they had told April I was looking for her and that Miss April said I could end their detention when I thought they were good.
“Actually, I say you all are ‘good students' now, but she may be watching. She didn’t specify how long you high school students will take to prove you are 'good'?" I asked.
“But...” D'Aija spoke up as we approached our buses in the parking lot. "What we did on the way here, we acted up so that we could be punished with you, Carl." Huh?, I thought as I climbed the steps into the bus.
“What happens to you if you get caught making out with three high school girls?" Brittany wanted to know. I thought I'd smart off an answer and leave the bus after I got in the last word. I had always prided myself on being the top smartass in my class at school. I'd show these three trouble makers my ass and bail. But in the back of my head there was that feeling sorry for myself rearin' up and so I couldn't turn down a chance at teenage pussy, however remote.
“I’d spend about ten years in jail. But nobody is gonna believe that one man tried to fuck three cheerleaders at once." I added, "No matter how pretty they were." I started to pass Brittany standing in the aisle between me and the front steps. It was Savannah who’d spoke up next.
“So, can I touch your thing?” Savannah asked. "We'll show you our boobies and you let us play with your thing. O.K.?"
I looked at the girls on both sides of me, “I guess...” I started to say, "But you all show me yours' first." I commanded, as I sat down in the first row seat. Savannah sat down next to me while both other girls, without any pause, pulled off their cheer blouses. Savannah pulled her blouse up at her neck and her fifteen year old hands unsnapped her bra from the front. My favorite sight in the world, a girl's breasts were just inches from me. Zero to six teenage tits in less than ten secounds. That's got to be a record. My "Big Carl" appendage shot itself down my pantsleg, all six inches hard as steel. I can still remember the good kinda pain it sent tru to my stomach. I kept reminding myself to look around if anyone was watching. The lot was empty. That the blond beside me was a little girl and I was an adult didn't phase me as my cock reacted to her hands pulling it out of my zipper. I looked at both other girls tits as Savannah began to jerk me off. It felt good, after not having any girl touch me since my ex-roommate weeks earlier. I am still amazed that I didn’t shoot off at once.
"Stand up." Brittany said. She was stroking her ponytail with one hand and rubbing her right nipple with the other. As I stood, D'Aija started pinching both her nipples, which were huge compared to the apple sized breasts she had. “Let me.” Brittany asked and reached over to my dick. Savannah let go of my shaft and cupped my ballsack as Brittany’s hand wrapped around the head of my cock.
“Too bad you’re not still in high school, then you could get a cheerleader B.J. for free.” Brittany said. "The JV girls allow the boys to get blowjobs on the trip to games. Usually one or more cheerleaders would volunteer to help out in the back of the bus but no one blows bandgeeks."
D'Aija added, "The more popular girls have to do it to the other bandmembers themselves. Would you like some stress relief?”
Huh? I thought... You know those scenes in porn movies when a man would sputter and stammer as a group of women tried to take on his cock all at once? That’s what was going tru my mind. On the one hand, the idea of cheerleaders giving me a blowjob was ridiculous. I mean, I’m notta child molester, but the hands on my dick were expertly stroking in perfect rhythm for Christ’s sake. But on the other hand, my cock had been hard almost five minutes. I usually cum from my own had in under ten. That idea of "stress relief" was nirvana.
“Sure...” I’m not sure what I else I was going to say, my brain began to spin as Brittany's smile spread across her face.
"Twenty dollars." D'Aija demanded as she leaned over Savannah’s shoulder and took my wallet from my pants pocket. "I'll take this for now." Brittany lowered her face to my crotch. Savannah let go of my dick with her hand and Brittany sucked the head into her mouth. As those lips closed over my junk, I felt such a wave of relief. It was like I'd never before been in a woman's mouth. Tears came to my eyes. My nutsack, still being rubbed in Savannah’s hand clenched and soon released in tingle and I could feel the rush of cum explode from the head of my dick into Brittany’s mouth. I had the feeling that Brittany had done this before, and wasn't just bullshittin' to blow a booster, because she reacted like a true cockhound, pulling my ass with both hands toward her and Savannah. As every painfully hot spurt shot deep into her mouth, my eyes clenched shut and I felt like a new man.
I was starting to facefuck the brunette, riding that wave of post climax pleasure as Brittany’s tongue expertly caressed the head as her lips moved up and down my shaft. “Go Brittany, Go Brittany.” I heard the other girls chant.
“I see everything’s fine here.” I heard Miss April say and opened my eyes and looked down to see her standing at the foot of the stairs outside the bus. In the aisle D'Aija leaned over the front seat. She said, "Brittany has got her Pre-Game blowjob in. Savannah and I are next."
“Uh.” was all I could say.
“ 'Everything’s fine'.” Brittany quoted as she stood up and wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. “I was just giving Carl 'The Quicke'.”
“That’s very nice of you.” Mrs. April said and turned back toward the convention center. As she walked off shey said, "The three of you will be needed soon!" I wondered if I could still get two more quick blowjobs if I haven't "expelled" much semen in weeks?
Savannah sat down on the edge of my front row seat. "Still hard. Alllll rite!", her breath noticeably quickened.
End Of Part I of III