Cheerleader’s Reunion – Michelle (Part 1)

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Michelle Shin was feeling irritable. For most of the morning she had been the only one at the school gym working to set things up for the reunion festivities that were scheduled to take place that evening, and she didn’t like that her sister cheerleaders had taken advantage of her punctual nature to have her work while they took time to enjoy themselves elsewhere. Well, the seniors had. The freshmen, sophomores, and juniors were attending their classes. Only the senior Felines had been excused in order to prepare for the party. But not one of them arrived on time. One of the muscular movers walked through Michelle’s line of sight and the Asian teenager’s eyes followed his magnificent form. There were three moving men who had arrived with the truck which carried the tables and chairs that had been rented for the party. All three were tall, handsome, muscular black men. And all three possessed large, prominent bulges at their crotches that made Michelle’s mouth water and her cunt wet with desire. Jodi Roland was surreptitiously watching Michelle from the corner of her eye as the young oriental woman stared at Robin with hostile glares. She was aware that Michelle was upset about how tardy the other girls had been and she understood why the golden skinned teenager was directing her hostility toward Robin. She couldn’t blame Tabitha or Constance for being late, as they had special obligations to fill. Jodi was the head cheerleader, so Michelle couldn’t direct her animosity in that direction. Which left only Robin as a target for the Asian girl’s wrath. Since then Robin had been treated to the icy stares and rude remarks Michelle had meted out, and had suffered those things without complaint. Jodi had decided to let it go for a bit, hoping the exotic teenager would get over her silly tantrum, but the situation was beginning to create a feeling of tension in the air. As the leader of the group, Jodi knew that something had to be done to keep things from escalating any further. She also knew that it fell to her to do what was needed. As she started toward the young woman, Jodi saw Michelle’s eyes shift to follow the movement of the cocoa complexioned black man as he walked across the gymnasium floor. She hesitated for a moment, then smiled knowingly. When she reached her friend, she threw an arm around the girl’s small waist and joined her in gazing at the black man. “That guy’s one gorgeous black hunk,” Jodi stated in a whisper. Michelle, who stood five feet four inches tall, three inches taller than Jodi, briefly shifted her eyes to the smaller woman then returned them to the man. She unconsciously flicked her glistening pink tongue out to moisten her pretty pink lips, running it over them in a fluid, sensual brush stroke that left them gleaming. “Yeah. He’s hot,” she said. “And the two guys who came with him are glorious hunks of chocolaty scrumptiousness too.” The Asian woman was drooling so much at the sight of the dark skinned black man that her words sounded wet. Hearing that quality in the tone of the girl’s voice, Jodi was tempted to chuckle but she restrained herself. She knew that if the young woman’s voice was so filled with desire that her words seemed hot and humid, then her cunt had to be boiling and her panties absolutely sodden with fuck juice. With the amount of heat in her voice, Jodi imagined that, at any moment, the oriental teenager would spontaneously combust. “Sounds like you’ve got a thing for black cock,” Jodi stated. Michelle blinked and turned to look at the small, brown haired woman beside her, taken aback by the comment. “Of course I have a thing for black cock. I also have a thing for black cunt. I have a thing for cocks and cunts of every race. So do you,” Michelle frowned. ”What’s your point?” “I was just thinking that you need a break. You’ve been here all morning, maybe you should take some time for a taste of hot chocolate,” Jodi smiled. “Seriously?” Michelle’s face immediately brightened. “Yeah. You should take a break and so should the moving guys. Take them some refreshments, and if you want to….” Jodi’s smile turned into a lascivious grin. “Well, you’ve never had any problem getting what you want from a man.” A short moment later Michelle carried a small tray containing sandwiches ankara travesti and glasses of lemonade out to where the large moving truck was parked. The truck was empty, with all of the tables and chairs having been taken into the school, and the three black men were sitting in the spacious back area taking some well deserved time to relax before returning to where they worked. Charlie Pittston saw her first and gave Terrence Wilde a light elbow to his ribs to get his attention. “You like Chinese food?” Charlie asked the younger man. He nodded toward Michelle. “Well that hot little Asian dish from the school is coming this way. Let’s see you put your mack down and get her number.” “Her number? Fuck that. I want to see him get a kiss. I went to school here and I know that all of the senior bitches on the Felines cheerleading squad are whores. It’s a fucking prerequisite for any senior who wants to be on the team,” Mark Greene grinned, his dark lips parting to reveal brilliant white teeth. The twenty three year old black man eyed the approaching young woman with a lewd appreciation. “A kiss should be easy.” “Didn’t your sister and your fiancée go to school here too?” Charlie asked. He pretended to think for a second. “And weren’t they both cheerleaders during their senior year? If I remember right, that pretty little white piece of ass you’re about to marry was the head cheerleader last year.” “And she just had a baby last month,” Terry said. The twenty year old black man smirked. “By the way, how’s your son? At least he has your blue eyes.” The two men burst into laughter and Mark silently waited for them to stop. They had been needling him and joking about him ever since they’d discovered he had hooked up with Amy Benson. They teased him about the reddish blond color of her hair. They made jokes about the fact that she already was seven months pregnant by someone else before they went out on their first date. But what they really found to be a source of hilarity was his decision to ask her to marry him after the first month and that, following the birth of her blond haired, blue eyed little boy, he was named as the child’s father. However, those things were nothing when compared to what they didn’t know about his relationship with Amy and her family, so he endured their ribbing good naturedly. Seeing that they would still be laughing when the girl reached them, as she was only a few yards away, Mark moved up to Terrence. “Well, here comes the girl. You just make sure you get a kiss, Mr. Lady’s Man,” he said. “Hi guys,” Michelle smiled sweetly as she approached the three men. She held the tray out in an offering. Can I offer you a little something to eat and drink?” She watched as the men each took a cold sandwich and a glass of lemonade. Two of them took bites of their sandwiches while the other one took a sip from his glass, suddenly all of them made faces and began to spit. “What the fuck is this?” Charlie growled, glaring angrily at the young woman. Michelle giggled lightly. She knew the men would not like the food or the beverage. The cucumber sandwiches were ice cold and dressed with sour milk while salt had been added to the lemonade, making both things unpalatable. She had no intention of standing around waiting for them to finish eating and drinking when she had other things in mind. “Oh, come on guys. Don’t tell me you can’t take a joke,” she smiled. Michelle walked up to the older man and ran her fingers over his muscular chest in a seductive caress. “Besides, I didn’t think you’d want some boring old sandwiches and lemonade when there is something hotter and sweeter on the menu.” A shocked expression appeared on each man’s face. Talking about getting a kiss from the girl was one thing, but hearing her allude to a sexual escapade in such a manner was surprising. Charlie regained his composure first. He chuckled softly. “How old are you? You sound like a hot pussied bitch, but you look like jail-bait,” he said. “I’m perfectly legal,” she purred. Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she pulled out her driver’s license and slapped it against his chest. “Here. Check my license. I’m eighteen.” Because she knew she looked underaged, Michelle always kept her driver’s license with travesti ankara her. She couldn’t remember the amount of times she had been pulled over by the police, or some sexy guy had refused to fuck her, because they thought she couldn’t be any older than thirteen. Her mother had experienced the same problem when she was younger, and was still carded whenever she sought to purchase an alcoholic drink at a bar or restaurant. It was her mother’s advice that she should make sure to have the license wherever she went. “You never knew when you’ll need it,” Mei Shin had said that day as she brushed Michelle’s long, black hair. Then she had chuckled. “Treat it like an American Express card. Never leave home without it.” “Now, if you’re done checking out my eligibility, do you mind if I join you guys back here for some fun and games?” The tiny Asian girl asked. When Mark smiled and closed the back of the trunk, she laughed happily. “Good. Then put on some sexy music and let me really get you in the mood.” Mark reached past the seats at the front of the truck and flicked a switch that turned on the two overhead lights in the back of the truck so that they could see better than they had with only the daylight that shined in through the windshield. Then he twisted a knob on the radio and music began to play in a loud, pounding hip hop beat. Looking back toward the girl he saw that she stood with her hands on her hips and an expression on her face as if to say, Are you kidding. With a laugh, he changed the station until he found a nice slow song with a sensual beat. “Okay, sweetheart, now what? Do I get to dance with you?” Charlie asked, moving closer to her. “No. At least, not yet.” Michelle smiled. She pushed him back so that he stood near the other two men. “First you get to sit back and relax while you watch me dance.” The two younger men continued to stand as Charlie sat on the hard wooden flooring that had been installed in the back of the truck, and to rest against the backrest of one of the seats. Together, they watched as the young Chinese girl began to writhe sensuously in time to the music. Michelle slowly and suggestively swirled her hips, turned this way and that to allow them to view her from different angles, and seductively smoothed her hands over the slender contours of her nubile figure. Her heart pounded with excitement as she teased the three men. And, seeing the sexual heat in their dark eyes she felt her own arousal increase. Her older sister was an exotic dancer at a strip club who had told her that nothing made her pussy hotter than having horny men watch her dance. Michelle hadn’t understood, until that moment, what her sister meant. Now, as she danced before the three black moving men in the back of their truck, her cunt burned with such an intense desire that it began to gush heavy rushes of wetness into the already sodden crotch of her panties. “Oh yeah,” she moaned softly. Taking the bottom of her white tee shirt between her fingers, Michelle pulled it slowly upwards, baring the silken, golden flesh of her belly and breasts before drawing it off. With a smile, she tossed the garment to Mark and saw him deftly catch it and raise it to his nose to enjoy the scent. Without pausing, she pulled off her shoes, unfastened the front of her tight jeans and peeled them down from her ass and legs. Michelle lobbed the blue denim to Charlie and watched as he mimicked the act Mark had performed with her shirt. She took some time to dance in her red bikini panties, moving her limber form in a slow, sinuous motion to tease the men some more. Then, gazing into Terry’s eyes, she slid the tiny crimson garment, inch by inch, down her slim, golden legs and stepped out of them. The red fabric soared through the air to Terry, who caught them easily, and she giggled when she saw him look down at the moist nylon material. Ever since the moment she had arrived carrying the tainted food, Terry had not been able to take his eyes off of her. He was completely mesmerized by her exotic beauty and his cock had immediately become a mass of hard, throbbing flesh between his thighs. Michelle was different from every woman he had ever known. Her body was the opposite of everything he had thought to be attractive ankara travestiler about a woman’s figure. But he found himself affected by the young, Chinese woman more strongly than any other woman he had ever seen, and drawn to her in a way he had never experienced before. Terry had watched with total fascination as she had begun her dance, his eyes taking in every minute detail. He observed the way she tossed her head so that the silken ebony strands of her long, straight hair glittered and shined beneath the lights. He viewed the aroused expression on the slender oval of her beautiful face, seeing the slanted half almonds of her dark brown eyes hooded with desire, the way the nostrils of her small, slender nose flared, and saw the the sweet, soft, moistness of her pouty, pink lips, and a surge of sensation flowed through his heart. It was as if his heart had burst into flames and was burning inside his chest. Then she began to remove her clothing, baring the buttery complexion and smoothness of her tender flesh and by the time she stood naked before the men he knew he was lost. Staring at Michelle, Terry felt he had to have the sexy young woman but he couldn’t understand why. He usually liked for a woman to possess at least enough flesh to her tits to fill his hands, but when the Asian teenager took off her shirt he saw that she was almost flat chested with erect brown nipples that reminded him of miniature Hershey Kisses. She was so slim that he could almost count her ribs through her skin and her tummy was a taut, flat expanse that flowed to her pelvis. After she had taken off her pants and panties, he noticed the sparse triangular mat of well trimmed black fur that covered her pubic mound and the creamy whiteness of the juices smeared between the swollen lips of her cunt. He also saw that she exhibited no curvature at her hips and only the slightest hint of roundness at her ass and thighs. If not for the obvious existence of a pussy between her thighs, the woman’s figure would have been considered androgynous. However, despite her lack of the usual enticing feminine curvature, Terry wanted her. And not just wanted her. He craved her in a way that he felt he might crave air when having been deprived of it for a long time. Seeing the way the young black man was staring at her, Michelle smiled happily. She knew what he was feeling because she had been experiencing similar emotional sensations ever since he’d walked into the gym, the powerful muscles of his chest, back, and biceps bulging as he carried three large folding tables. Before his appearance she had thought the idea of love at first sight was a joke. Now, with her heart fluttering wildly in her chest, filled with desire for the dark chocolate skinned black man, she realized that love at first sight was what they were both feeling. With that understanding, the fuck hungry cheerleader made the decision that, before the men left, he would be hers. “Okay. So you talk like a hot little slut and you move like a stripper,” Charlie grinned, white teeth flashing from between his dark brown lips as he ran his thumb and forefinger across his mustached upper lip and down over his clean shaven chin. “I’m impressed. But I’d be a lot more impressed if you brought your sweet little ass over here and gave me a lap dance.” Michelle shook her head, a mischievous expression appearing on her face as she returned his grin. “Sorry. I don’t do lap dances. I’m more of a pole girl,” she purred sexily as she continued to move to the music. “If you pull out that big, black pole of yours, I’d love to dance on it.” Charlie didn’t have to be asked a second time, and neither did the other two men. Clothing started to fly in all directions. Soon everyone in the back of the truck was nude and Michelle was able to admire the masculine physiques of the men as they stood waiting. All three men were dark skinned and tall, had strong, muscular bodies, possessed exceptionally good looking faces, and were endowed with huge cocks. The oldest of the men appeared to be about forty years old. His hair was cut short and was graying at the temples. From what Michelle could see, he had a slender cock that was about ten inches long. Beside him, the tallest of the men stood staring at her with bright, aqua blue eyes as he stroked his hand slowly up and down the length of his thick, ten and a half inch prick. And the youngest of the group, the one she wanted most, stood smiling confidently as he ran his fingers over the surface of the largest cock there.

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