Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2022 15:20:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Another Cheerleader Story Part 3 This is Part 3 of "Another Cheerleader Story." It is a complete work of lesbian fiction. None of these characters ever existed. If you are offended by underage girls in lesbian situations, please read no further. (Lesbian Adult Youth. Lesbian High School). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Angie Mara, her younger stepsister, Christine Bucco, and their friend, Nessa Scott were a month into summer, but with differing levels of enjoyment. Angie, an excellent student, was enjoying her three months between hard study. Angie and Christine lived three blocks from a small, San Diego county beach, and were enjoying their time in the sun. Angie, was a beautiful, blonde, 17-year-old high school song girl who was looking forward to her senior year. Christine, recently turned 13, and headed for the 8th grade in the fall, had a boyfriend, Billy Johnson. Both kids were skaters, but Christine was now dressing decidedly more feminine than her former attire of shorts, plaid shirt, and backwards cap. Christine and Billy, in addition to skateboarding together, would occasionally go the movies or the local food court. Christine had never let Billy do more than briefly touch one of her breasts, over her shirt, at a darkened movie theater. Christine did really and truly like Billy, but she had recently "Googled" the word bisexual, and felt that it fit her more accurately. Unbeknownst to Billy, she had recently participated in a full-blown lesbian orgy with Nessa, Angie, another high school girl, and three grown lesbian women who were twice her age! The sex had been a revelation, and she would be lying if she said that she hadn't really enjoyed it. However, only 12-years-old at the time, she wondered if she had engaged in too much too soon? As the youngest in the room, and barely entering puberty, she had been the lustful target of the older women who gleefully ate her hairless pussy and explored her tender, naked body with their fingers, lips, and tongues. In addition to Billy, Christine had developed a crush on fellow-8th grader, Gloria Valenzuela. Gloria had developed more quickly than the other girls her age, and Christine enjoyed sneaking a peak at Gloria in the shower after their P.E. class. Gloria had the tits and the curves of a woman. Nessa was the most unhappy. When asked why, she retorted: "Because Sammie Matthews is a cunt!" Sammie Matthews was 15-years-old, and was the de facto leader of the surfer clique for the younger girls. Nessa had allowed Sammie to make out with her and to feel up her small, bare breasts. Nessa had heard that only days later Sammie had finger-fucked an 11-year-old 6th grader underneath her beach blanket. Nessa surfed less and less as the summer went on, until one day she surprised Christine and Angie by unexpectedly declaring: "I wanna be a song girl." Nessa was going to be a freshman at Wilson High in the fall. She had never shown any prior inclination to dance or even for sports, other than surfing, so neither girl knew what to make of it. Christine assumed that Nessa perhaps wanted to join a new crowd, and to spend more time with Angie, as some of Christine's free time was being consumed by Billy. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Both families were delighted, and encouraged Angie to help Nessa achieve her newly-found aspirations of becoming a member of the Wilson High song girl squad. Nessa was certainly pretty enough, and athletic enough, but with try-out's only two weeks away, and a new cheer camp scheduled for soon after, the two girls would have to work very hard to succeed. Nessa met Angie at least once every day to practice routines in Angie's backyard patio. Angie was not surprised by Nessa's determination, as she had willed herself to be a very good surfer at a young age. Applying the same concentration, Nessa quickly learned the rudiments of the dance routines. It was Angie's next job to provide the polish and precision for her young friend. Each day the two girls met, they would be dressed in some sort of fetching outfit of tight dance shorts, sports bra, or bikini top while they built up a sweat performing the routines. There were times when both girls wanted to stop to eat the juicy pussy of the other, but there was no time, or their parents happened to be around. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Wilson High cheer and song squads would have a new coach who would be in charge of selecting the squad for the fall school year, Tina Delgado Warren. Mrs. Tina Delgado Warren was the pretty, 25-year-old wife of 43-year-old Real Estate CEO, Patsy Warren. This was California, so no one objected to an "out" lesbian teaching cheer routines to underage girls. Tina was highly-qualified, having been a varsity cheerleader at Cal, where she had met her future wife who had been a guest lecturer in Finance at the time. Although publicly all of the parents were "woke" and on board with the new cheer coach, there were whispers about their May / December romance, and whether it was a Sugar Baby / Sugar Mama relationship, as Tina had not been actively employed since the two had married, but wealthy Patsy was setting up a fashion design company for her attractive young bride. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Try out Saturday had arrived. Nessa felt nervous but well-prepared as Angie picked the 14-year-old up in her BMW sedan and drove to the high school. With school out, Christine, now 13-years-old, decided to hang out at the beach with Nessa and Angie busy with the song girl try-out's. Christine parked herself in the sand with a familiar group of boys and girls from her junior high school when she saw a familiar face walking at the edge of the water. Gloria Valenzuela was wearing a black t-back bikini. 13-years-old, like Christine, her mature body made her appear significantly older. Her small bikini top seemed to be straining to contain her unusually large breasts for such a young girl, and her bubble-butt was tan and jiggled as she walked. Emboldened by the recent lesbian orgy that she had participated in, Christine wordlessly removed herself from the small group and headed towards the water line. Christine was a slender teen, but puberty was finally making it's mark. Her hips were just beginning to form curves and her budding breasts hurt on a regular basis as they pushed out from her previously boyish chest. Christine was wearing a yellow bikini which complimented her dark hair, which was blowing in the breeze as she approached her classmate. "Hi Gloria," Christine said in her friendliest voice. "Hi Christine," Gloria answered. Her tone was non-committal. Christine was now at a loss for things to say, and stammered: "Whatcha doing?" Self-conscious, Christine's eyes lowered so that it appeared she was ogling Gloria's chest. "Like what you see?" The well-endowed 13-year-old asked. "Yes... No... What?" Christine was flummoxed. "My tits," said Gloria boldly. "I've seen you checking me out in the shower." Christine was busted, and continued to stammer: "What? No... I..." Suddenly Gloria let out a broad smile. "Don't worry," Gloria continued. "I liked it. And I would be lying if I said that I hadn't checked out your pretty little pussy too." The girls continued walking along the beach. Christine spoke first: "I was hoping I would run into you this summer." "Me too," replied Gloria. "I only live a couple of blocks away, would you like to come to my house for a Coke? No one's home," Christine added. There was a bit of gossip from the small group of their classmates sitting in the sand watching the two pretty, bikini-clad 8th grade girls exiting the beach together. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Angie was surprised to see that Miss Morrison was one of the panelists judging the cheerleader and song girl try-outs. Seated along with her was Mrs. Trail, an English teacher, and Mrs. Delgado Warren, the new school cheer coach. Angie had only met the new coach briefly on one occasion. She was now dressed for the part in her Cal Cheer t-shirt and dance shorts. At only 5'2", with brunette hair and a shapely, petite figure, Mrs. Delgado Warren looked prettier than Angie had remembered. A "flyer" at Cal, the new coach had promised to work hard to improve the precision and the quality of routines for the Wilson High squad. Angie politely reintroduced herself to the new coach. Angie was wearing a grey Wilson High Cheer t-shirt, that was fashionably tied just below her breasts, exposing her smooth, flat stomach. Additionally, she was wearing the team's royal-blue dance shorts, and a gleaming pair of new, white Nike's. Even though it was essentially a formality, the returning girls also had to try out. In prior years, only girls who were pregnant or had severe disciplinary problems were not brought back to the squad. Angie's dance routine went off without a hitch, so she sat down to watch the other girls try out for spots on the cheer and song girl squads. Over 20 girls were trying out for the very few new spots on the two squads. Nessa had drawn number 15. Angie sat quietly on a folding chair with some of her team mates as the new girls tried out. Some were good. Some were not so good. One chubby girl nearly tripped over her own feet performing a dance routine. None dared to laugh. Number 15 was called. Nessa confidently approached the stage like Angie had taught her to do. Nessa's blonde hair was tied in a pretty royal-blue bow. She was dressed in a tight-fitting plain t-shirt, and black dance shorts. Nessa had been instructed not to wear any school paraphernalia just yet. She needed to earn it. Nessa flashed a toothpaste-white smile before saying loudly, "Vanessa Scott. Number 15." The music came on and the 14-year-old freshman performed her routine flawlessly. Having previously learned the routine from Angie was a major help, but she alone had knocked it out of the park. Miss Morrison tried to look nonchalant while Nessa danced and kicked. Internally, she was practically drooling at the site of the golden-haired nymphet whose pussy she had feasted upon some weeks before. Nessa took a seat near Angie, who hugged her and complimented on her routine. Mrs. Trail asked, "Are those two sisters?" Miss Morrison almost said too much when she replied, "I don't believe they are." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Christine led Gloria to the kitchen and pulled two Diet Cokes out of the refrigerator. Looking around, Gloria asked: "Are you sure no one's going to be home?" As Christine explained the whereabouts of her various family members, Gloria wordlessly put a hand underneath Christine's yellow bikini top, rubbing her fingers around, she proclaimed: "Your nipples are stiff." Christine leaned forward and gave the teenage Latin beauty an open-mouthed kiss. "Wow, you're not bluffing," said Gloria, trying to catch her breath. "Why don't I show you my room," said Christine seductively. Gloria's ass jiggled sexily as she bounded up the stairs in pursuit of Christine. Gloria unleashed her large breasts from her tiny bikini top and playfully said, "I think you wanted to see these?" Her breasts were tan-lined, with large brown areola and nipples. Christine inserted one breast into her mouth and fondled the other one. Gloria stroked Christine's smooth back, and petted her dark hair. Christine quickly removed her bikini top while continuing to play with Gloria's large breasts. The 13-year-old's kissed again passionately, and Gloria fondled Christine's bee-stung breasts before biting and pulling on a nipple. Christine's breasts were particularly sensitive that day, and Gloria's rough touch was a little painful, but Christine was determined not to complain. Christine bent down to remove Gloria's bikini bottoms when things skid to a screeching halt. "Wait! Wait!" Gloria nearly shrieked. "I thought we were just going to make out?!" After what Christine had already experienced sexually, she just sort of looked at Gloria quizzically. Christine's little nipples were excitedly extended like pop up turkey timers at Thanksgiving. Suddenly trying to cover her boobs, Gloria continued, "I'm not a dyke. I thought we were just going to fool around a little." Christine was speechless and humiliated as the two quickly girls dressed, and Gloria practically ran out the front door. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Nessa's day was going much better. She had been unanimously selected to one of two open sports on the varsity song girl squad. This was quite an unusual feat for an incoming freshman. Nessa was feeling triumphant as she drove away with Angie. As soon as there were no witnesses, let out a hearty "Yeah!" out of Angie's rolled down window. Angie was smiling at her Pygmalion-like accomplishment, and teasingly placed her hand in Nessa's lap and said, "You owe me." Nessa pressed Angie's hand into her crotch and said: "I look forward to paying you back." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Angie was surprised to learn that she had been selected senior song girl captain. Nessa got the other girls to salute Angie when they all showed up for the first day of practice. Mrs. Delgado Warren was a taskmaster in comparison to their former coach. Angie, as captain, was honor bound to help the coach with their practices, and soon the rough edges of their routines were starting to become clean. Cheer camp in Anaheim was scheduled for mid-August, just before the start of the fall semester. All of the girls were looking forward to some even more serious training, a week away from home, and a trip to nearby Disneyland. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mrs. Delgado Warren had made several prototype uniforms in hopes of sparkling the teams up. She invited song girl captain, Angie to come to her house to try them on and to give her opinion on the prototype designs. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Angie, with a doctor and a corporate CPA as parents, certainly came from affluent means. But driving up to the Warren house, she began to truly appreciate what affluent meant. The house was over 10,000 square feet, with unobstructed views of the Pacific ocean. The 17-year-old knocked on the door and was greeted by her coach, who in turn introduced Angie to her 43-year-old wife, Patsy Warren, a very successful Real Estate CEO in the Southern California area. The elder Mrs. Warren was a plump, but pleasant woman, with blonde hair, and good taste in designer fashions. Angie was offered an ice tea. The younger, Mrs. Delgado Warren was anxious to get started and ushered the pretty, blonde teen song girl into the small studio that her wife had built for her. Patsy Warren followed and sat in a comfortable chair. Laid out were six prototype designs in Wilson High royal-blue and white. Some were emblazoned with "Warriors," and others with "Wilson." One uniform would be for the song girls, and one uniform would be for the cheer squad. Angie was the only model, and both hoped that they could agree on the final designs this afternoon, so that they could be produced in time for the cheer camp in Anaheim. A curtain was positioned in a corner of the room for Angie to change. Knowing that she would be modeling various outfits that afternoon, she wore a sports bra and a pair of royal-blue Spanks beneath her outfit of jeans and a blouse. The former Tina Delgado, at only 25, was dressed informally like a teenager in white shorts and a light top. The young coach maintained a taut, athletic body from her own Cheer days at Cal. Tina and Angie discussed the various designs that were laid out. Angie felt that they ranged from innovative to perhaps a little too "showy" for a high school squad. Handed a uniform, Angie went behind the curtain to change. One of the bolder designs had been selected to go first. It contained rhinestones and Swarovski crystals. The two older women got up and began to paw at the uniform as if it were placed on a a mannequin and not a teenage girl. Hands touched Angie's breasts and bare belly. This went on again while Angie tried on several more outfits. Angie was amused by the clumsy attempts of the two lesbians to feel her up that afternoon. However, she was attracted to older women and found their attention appealing. Eventually the two women and the teenager agreed on the final two uniform designs. Young and slender, Tina suggested that she try one on and that Angie try on the other. Both walked behind the curtain and began to disrobe. Suddenly, Tina clutched at Angie's sports bra and lifted it to reveal her full breasts. Tina began passionately kissing the 17-year-old and pawing at her young body. To Tina's delight, Angie responded in kind. Miss Morrison had tipped off the new cheer coach that she might find a willing participant in young Angie. With all of their flailing going on behind the small curtained area, Angie and Tina emerged nearly-naked from the changing area. A completely naked Patsy Warren was standing in the middle of the room awaiting her turn with the beautiful, blonde song girl. Angie removed her royal-blue Spanks, revealing her carefully trimmed blonde landing strip. Patsy moved toward the teen and brought her plump, naked body into a firm embrace with the teen. Patsy kissed Angie as if she feared she would run away. Tina came up behind the blonde teen, and the two older women soon were enjoying a song girl sandwich as they rubbed their naked bodies against the pretty 17-year-old and caressed her with their hands. Angie was led to the couch. Patsy sat next to her and proffered a large, pendulous breast which Angie dutifully sucked while Tina parted Angie's young legs and ate her out. The rest of the afternoon was spent in various combinations. Angie now had two more after school playmates. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Wilson High cheer and song squads charted a bus to the three-day cheer camp at the Anaheim Convention Center. The teams would stay at the Hilton Hotel, which was next door to the Convention Center and across the street from Disneyland. All of the girls would be doubling up in their hotel rooms. Nessa would be rooming with Angie per Angie's request. Following a team dinner at the hotel, the girls were instructed to go to their rooms and get some sleep as the cheer camp would begin in the morning. Angie and Nessa carefully hung up their clothes and brushed their teeth. Neither bothered to put on any pajamas as they cuddled naked atop one of the beds. A casual observer might mistake them sisters, with the same blonde hair and similar slender body types. Angie passionately kissed her 13-year-old bed mate and stroked her blonde pussy. "Do you like being a song girl?" Angie asked. Before Nessa could verbally answer, Yes, two of Angie's fingers penetrated Nessa's tight, young pussy. "Mmmph" was the answer that emanated from the 13-year-old. Angie began licking the younger girls small, pointy breasts while she brought Nessa to orgasm with her skilled fingers. Suddenly getting serious, Angie laid atop the 13-year-old and looked deeply into her eyes. "Look," Angie said. "There are going to be literally hundreds of pretty girls here during the next few days. I want you to have fun and fuck anyone you want to, but please be discreet and please be careful. Nessa looked back intently. "Do you understand?" Angie intoned? Nessa nodded. Angie smiled and gave the young girl a kiss on the lips. She then began working her way down Nessa's young body, kissing and licking until her head was between Nessa's slender legs. Angie kissed all around Nessa's nether regions before she inserted her tongue deeply into Nessa's blonde pussy. Angie's blonde mane shook from side-to-side madly as she devoured her young prey. Nessa's legs instinctively rose skyward as Angie robustly attended to Nessa's sensitive clit. Nessa laid on her back to catch her breath as Angie reached over to pull out a black, strap-on dildo that she had carefully packed for the trip. Nessa knew that the 17-year-old had a fondness for all forms of anal pleasure. After a few deep breaths, Nessa began to fit the strap-on to her slender frame. Nessa has seen something different recently in a lesbian video on the internet, and asked Angie to get up from the bed. Angie was intrigued: "Ooh, kinky!" Angie exclaimed. Nessa smiled. The two naked teens rose from the bed. Nessa was slapping at the penis-like dildo and lubing it with her own spit. Nessa leaned Angie over a chair that bent the teenager at just above her waist. Nessa tenderly caressed Angie's back and playfully slapped her firm butt cheeks before she entered her with the dildo. After a few preliminary licks to Angie's pussy and anus, Nessa easily slid the dildo into Angie's eager blonde pussy. Extensively working that slit, Nessa then penetrated Angie's rose bud deeply with the dildo, causing the 17-year-old to gasp with pleasure. To gain leverage, Nessa reached around and cupped both of Angie's tan, B-cup breasts as she continued to drill Angie's willing anus deeper and deeper still. Angie eventually collapsed from a spasmodic orgasm as the two naked girls fell back into bed and the naked bodies of the other. Tomorrow would be a long day, and both girls would need their rest. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The cheer camp went well. Mrs. Delgado Warren had prepared them well, and both Wilson squads had received their highest scores ever. The final evening of the camp was left open for the girls. Some opted to simply hang around the hotel and the Anaheim Resort area, while others opted to go to Disneyland. All of the Wilson High girls knew that they had to be back in their rooms by the 11:00 p.m. bed check. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was now 6:00 p.m. As this was Nessa's first camp, she was repetitively using muscles that she had not used for surfing. By the end of camp she was so sore that she could barely walk. Touring Disneyland with some of her team mates was out of the question. Mrs. Delgado Warren pulled the pretty blonde 13-year-old off to the side of the Anaheim Convention Center dance floor, and made an attempt to loosen her tight shoulders and leg muscles with a massage. While that helped some, and Nessa was eventually able to get up and walk, the young coach suggested that Nessa come up to her room and use her whirlpool bath. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> When not practicing or competing, Angie was wisely using her time to meet other pretty girls. By this time Angie had developed a sense of gay-dar to detect girls who seemed willing to take it to the next level. Now, with only one evening available, Angie couldn't afford anything less than a "sure thing." Angie had narrowed her sexual focus to two cheerleaders from Rosary Academy, an all-girls Catholic high school in Fullerton, California. Angie had noticed a pretty blonde and a pretty brunette around her age. They couldn't seem to keep their eyes off of Angie... or their hands off of each other. Angie had made arrangements to chat with the pretty teens on the final night. As she looked across the room, Mrs. Delgado Warren was lifting Nessa to her feet. Both hands were on Nessa's small breasts. Angie approached to make sure that nothing was truly wrong with her friend and room mate. Nessa saw Angie and said, "I'm really stiff and cramping up. I'm going to use the coaches' whirlpool. I'll be O.K. and I'll see you later." Angie looked up at Mrs. Delgado Warren. The cheer coach was slightly red-faced and avoiding Angie's eyes. Both knew that the older woman intended to eat the 13-year-old's blonde pussy at the earliest possible moment. Knowing now that she would have the hotel room to herself, Angie went in search of the Rosary Academy pair. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mary Elizabeth Sullivan was a 5'6" brunette from Yorba Linda. Her best friend was Catherine O'Shea, a striking, big-breasted, 5'11" blonde from Fullerton who also played on the Rosary volleyball squad. Both sets of parents had enrolled their daughters in an all-girls high school in hopes that they could avoid the sexual temptations provided by high school boys. The plan seemed to backfire when they secretly found each other. Now entering their senior year, the pair had been very discreet lovers since their sophomore year. The Rosary girls were sexually inexperienced outside of each other. They had met Angie, a blonde "hottie" beach girl early in the camp. Hints and innuendo had built up quickly, and Mary Elizabeth and Catherine agreed that they would love to fuck the San Diego County girl if given half a chance. Sneaking a girl into their room would be next to impossible, so the Catholic school girls were delighted when Angie informed them that she would have her room to herself for several hours, and had an "arrangement" where she could have dalliances with girls without the fear of getting into trouble. This all seemed to be too good to be to true. All three girls were sweaty from their routines. Mary Elizabeth and Catherine suggested that they would shower then knock at room 1502 in about 30 minutes. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mrs. Delgado Warren had a luxury suite on the 18th floor that she was paying for herself. The older woman helped Nessa out of the elevator with one hand around her slender bare waist. Nessa limped noticeably as she entered the hotel suite. The older woman implored the teen not to move, and rushed to the refrigerator to get Nessa a bottle of Gatorade. The electrolytes would help with her recovery. As Nessa guzzled the Gatorade, Mrs. Delgado Warren led the pretty, blonde freshman to the large bathroom. There was a large shower, and a bathtub with whirlpool jets that could easily accommodate four. The older woman began to undress the teenager. Nessa resisted at first, saying: "I can do it." Not realizing what her cheer coach actually had in mind. Angie had never mentioned her own sexual affair with the married lesbian coach. Before Nessa could react, her top had been lifted over her head, and soon her sports bra. The older woman turned on the water, and soon the bathtub began to fill. Nessa barely realized that Mrs. Delgado Warren's soft hands were caressing her pink, A-cup breasts. With the tub now filled and pulsating, the older woman forced Nessa's shorts and panties to the bathroom tile floor. Gazing at Nessa's sparsely populated blonde-haired pussy, the coach was amazed at how much Nessa and Angie looked alike when they were naked. Mrs. Delgado made a mental note that she simply HAD to get both of them together sometime. Holding on to Nessa's hand, the coach helped the naked 13-year-old into the tub. Nessa quickly put up her hair to avoid it getting wet. Much to her surprise, Nessa watched her coach undress. She was dark-haired, and a very fit 5'2". Nessa had never given any thought to having sex with the pretty cheer coach before this very moment. Realizing what what was soon going to happen, Nessa asked in a concerned voice: "What about your wife?" "Oh, don't you worry," the coach answered. "We have an understanding. She gets her own little girls too." The coach sat in the tub with the teenager between her legs. Mrs. Delgado Warren pressed her small breasts against Nessa's back and and said, "Let's work out those kinks." The 25-year-old began working Nessa's muscles... as well as her small, pink breasts and inner thighs. Nessa had to admit that the combination of the sensual massage and the warm water jets was having a positive effect and she could feel her young body loosening up. Mrs. Delgado Warren began to kiss the Nessa's neck before a lone hand slid beneath the water and into Nessa's lap. Like a cobra eating a mouse, Nessa's fingers quickly darted into Nessa's tight, young pussy. The splashing from the piston-like thrusts couldn't be seen or heard beneath the whirlpool bubbles. Nessa groaned with unbridled lust. Eventually it was time to exit the tub. Little Nessa had been pawed and probed throughout every inch of her body... and she had enjoyed every bit of it. "Perhaps grown women know more about what they're doing?" she thought. Mrs. Delgado Warren wrapped her teenage prize in a large white towel and carried her to the bedroom. Nessa was placed on her stomach, with her firm, athletic butt protruding proudly. In very short time, the coach had her face squarely inside Nessa's butt cheeks, and was greedily licking both orifices with her skilled tongue. Nessa was giggling at the sensation. Her legs spasmodically bouncing on the bed as the former cheerleader began to poke and prod the 13-year-old blonde beauty. Nessa's orgasm was so strong that she thought she might faint. Nessa rolled over and began fanning herself with her hand. After a few moment she announced, much to Mrs. Delgado Warren's delight: "Your turn." Mrs. Delgado Warren climbed on top of the waifish blonde's face. Nessa began to slowly and methodically eat the 25-year-old's pussy with a a skill and determination that surprised her. She wanted to aske the young teen who had taught her these things. She chose not to. It was probably Angie, she thought. Looking up from the pussy of her cheer coach Nessa reached up to play with her small, but perky tits. As the 13-year-old and 25-year-old continued to explore each others bodies, the cheer coach thought to herself, "As long as I don't ever get caught, this is the best job in the world!" As the evening progressed, Mrs. Delgado Warren looked at her clock and noticed that it was nearly 10:00 p.m. She would have to perform a bed check at 11:00 p.m., and she needed to make sure that little Nessa returned to her own room as soon as possible before the "straight girls" started returning. Realizing that Nessa couldn't be seen still in the practice gear that she had worn many hours ago, the petite coach loaned her a casual outfit just in case she encountered any suspicious team mates. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Slightly more than thirty minutes had gone by, and Angie approached her hotel door and slid the bolt across so that it could be opened without a key. Angie was getting anxious. While neither she nor the other girls had said the actual words, Angie had more than assumed that Mary Elizabeth and Catherine were coming to her room with the sole intent of eating some pussy. To ensure that she was not mistaken, she had a surprise in store for the pair, hoping that they wouldn't back out at the last minute. Finally, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Angie purred. The two Rosary Academy girls entered looking refreshed from the shower, and wearing red and gold Rosary Academy track suits. Blonde Catherine O'Shea was the first to speak: "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she said quietly. Blonde song girl Angie Mara was standing before them dressed in black panties, black stockings, black garter belt, black stiletto heels, and a black push-up bra that exposed her pink nipples. Angie walked behind the girls and set the lock on the door. By the time she turned around Catherine had unzipped her track suit top. Her breasts were impressively large and she jiggled them suggestively. Meanwhile, Mary Elizabeth stood there tongue-tied. "We weren't sure. We thought so... but we weren't sure. Wow!" Assuming that she too was topless underneath, Angie walked over and unzipped her top. Mary Elizabeth's breasts were considerably smaller than Catherine's. To get things started, Catherine gave both of her friends breasts a friendly squeeze and twisted Mary Elizabeth's nipples, which elicited a little shriek. Angie quickly removed her top while the Rosary girls removed their track suit pants. Both were now only wearing panties. Angie kicked off her heels as she beckoned them to the bed where she had been having sex with her 13-year-old friend in the days prior. Mary Elizabeth and Catherine laid to each side of the Wilson High teen. Both girls were going to use whatever time they had to the fullest, not knowing when they would have another opportunity with a beautiful teenage stranger. Mary Elizabeth, the brunette, contented herself with French kissing Angie, while tall, blonde Catherine was enjoying Angie's much fuller breasts. Panties soon came off, and fingers and mouths began exploring in all directions until the girls began to lose track of time. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Catherine was leaning against the headboard while Angie had her head between Catherine's large breasts. Mary Elizabeth was happily occupied eating Angie's pussy once again. Suddenly, there was a click at the door and Nessa and Mrs. Delgado Warren entered unexpectedly. "Holy shit!" Catherine cried out. In a matter of seconds, thoughts of expulsion, public humiliation, and every other negative thought ran through her head. The Rosary girls were red-faced and attempted to hide their naked nubile bodies with their hands, arms, sheets, or whatever was available. "It's O.K.... It's O.K...." Angie said. She jumped off of the bed, still gloriously naked, to reassure her new lesbian friends. "This is my room mate, and this is my coach." Angie squeezed the tits of both to assure the Rosary girls that no one was going to get into trouble. Catherine looked at little Nessa, and exclaimed, "She's a little cutie. Is she your sister?" "No." Explained Angie. "But people have said for a long time that we look a like." The coach looked at her watch. "Damn, I can't stay. I can't get caught in here. Bed check is pretty soon." Mrs. Delgado Warren looked absolutely crestfallen at the thought of leaving three naked teenage girls behind. "Yeah. We've got less than an hour too. Let's make the most of it," said Catherine. Her eyes were squarely on 13-year-old Nessa. Angie looked at her younger friend. "Nessa, would you like to play?" In moments Nessa was naked and in Catherine's hands. Nessa had never seen breasts that large and began gorging herself on the them, much to the Catholic school girl's delight. Time was now critical, so Nessa and Angie were placed side-by-side as the two Rosary Academy girls switched off eating their respective teenage pussies. Meanwhile, Nessa and Angie conspired. Laying Catherine and Mary Elizabeth on their stomachs, the two girls were more than a little surprised when the San Diego County beach girls began to lick their virgin assholes with their tongues. Shock quickly led to pleasure, and soon it was time for the girls to sneak down to their own room. Quickly putting on their panties and track suits, the two girls peered out the door to see if the coast was clear before exiting. Earlier in the evening the girls had exchanged cell phone numbers in hopes of rekindling their friendships. After all, they were only a 90-minute drive apart. Nessa and Angie cuddled their naked bodies together as they attempted to fall asleep. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The bus back home left early the next morning. Angie surveyed her coach, little Nessa, and the other girls on the bus. It had already been an eventful senior year of high school and classes hadn't even started yet. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> End of Part 3. Stay tuned for Part 4. Please support this wonderful site.