Veronica Wilson was the head cheerleader, and her best friend Chantelle Spiros was also a cheerleader. Jamie Taylor was Chantelle's boyfriend.
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On Thursday at lunch time, Jamie and Chantelle entered the cafeteria together and sat at an empty table. Chantelle was on Jamie's right.
Veronica, Jill, Marsha, Tonni, and other cheerleaders soon joined them. Veronica sat on Chantelle's right and Tonni was on Jamie's left. There were so many around the table it was impossible to see under it. Apparently that was the idea.
Jamie glanced at Tonni; her face was completely aglow. "You seem very happy."
"Yeah... Will is taking me to the movies on Saturday evening; I can hardly wait."
"You better be careful; you don't want to do anything you may regret."
"It'll be OK; I'm in the safe part of my period." Her smile was now even bigger with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Jamie felt a tug on his crotch, and looking down, he could see a girl's hand undoing his fly. Tonni used her right hand to assist in the extraction of Jamie's cock.
He asked Chantelle what was going on. Chantelle turned and asked Veronica.
Veronica replied, "Skye and Sam were sorry that they didn't get to sample Jamie's cock last night. So that's why I suggested you get Jamie to sit with you rather than his usual mates. That way we could join you and they could each slip under the table for a taste."
Skye was so prudish or shy that she never showered with the others after training or following a match. So she had left early as usual; too early for the party last night.
Jamie continued to eat his lunch slowly, trying to act naturally. Soon his cock, now quite stiff, was out and being kissed and sucked by the unknown assailant. Her hand ran back and forth along his dick while her tongue tickled its glans and foreskin.
Jamie placed a hand under the table, between Chantelle's legs and massaged her clit.
For a moment the sucking stopped; but when it began again, it felt some how different. The girl's hand gripped his cock firmly and pushed back toward his balls, making the skin taught; her fingers then massaged his dick head.
Jamie looked up from his lunch, he was sure the girl opposite was not the one that had been there a moment before. She smiled at him as she licked her lips.
"Aaaah... Who's the girl opposite?" Jamie asked Chantelle, through clenched teeth because the blow job was really getting to him.
"That's Skye McDougal." Now his balls felt like they were going to explode. The stimulation of his cock continued unabated. He felt her mouth slide over his cock; suck it, and then retract while still sucking. Down again and then up; again and again.
He was unable to eat as he came into the mouth under the table; he squirted three loads of sperm. In his effort not to make any audible noise during this time, he bit his lip.
His dick was released once it was limp; however it was licked clean of every morsel of sperm before that. Jamie used his right hand, which had been tickling Chantelle's clit, to push his cock into his pants and then he pulled his zipper up; all this time he casually finished his lunch with his left hand.
A minute later another face appeared opposite; she also smiled. She opened her mouth to show him and the other girls the small amount of his sperm she still had on her tongue. There was a muffled round of approving sniggers.
It was Sam Phelps! Apparently she had liked the taste of his sperm which she licked from Marsha's cunt last evening.
"Khmm!" She coughed involuntarily, clearing some sperm that tried to go the wrong way. Finally she licked her lips; then closed them and sucked saliva into her mouth. She sloshed the saliva about her mouth and then swallowed it with the last trace of his cum.
"What was that?" Jamie again asked Chantelle quietly.
"The first girl, Skye missed the 'Dancing Bear' show that you put on for Veronica's party in the girls' locker room; and Sam just changed her mind about sucking your dick. So Veronica set this up for them to have a go. You didn't mind, did you?" Chantelle whispered.
"Nah." And so Jamie had yet another of his fantasies fulfilled.
He whispered to Chantelle. "I want to give Skye and Sam a taste of their own medicine. Is that OK?"
Chantelle whispered back, "Yeah, go on."
He slid under the table in such a way that he ended up facing Sam's legs. The girls shuffled around to fill the position where he had been sitting.
He could see all the way up Sam's skirt to her panty.
Jamie put his hands on the inside of her knees and pushed her legs further apart. And then he kissed the inside of her right thigh just above her knee.
He tickled her thigh with his tongue; then he slowly worked his way up toward her groin.
When he reached her groin, he licked up and down the crease between her thigh and her groin. Jamie couldn't see her face, but she had her eyes closed and a contented smile. Her leg twitched as it tickled so.
With her left hand Sam pulled her bikini briefs aside, and so invited him to move to her pussy.
Jamie could hear the conversation of the girls above, but not clear enough to understand what was being said.
He took up Sam's invitation and moved his lips to her slit. He forced his tongue between her outer lips and felt for her clitoral hood.
He stimulated her clit by wiggling his tongue back and forth across the hood, until her clit emerged from its cover, swollen and smooth.
Finally he pushed his tongue down between her inner lips to her vagina. Her inner lips were not large enough to protrude beyond her outer lips even when she was aroused and they were distended.
He rotated his tongue about and into her cunt. He tasted her love juices, and then he withdrew.
On Sam's left was Skye. Jamie put his hands between her knees and tried to push them apart, but she resisted.
Having failed to separate her legs, Jamie placed his mouth on the outside of her left thigh, just below her skirt. He proceeded to kiss up her thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went. When he felt he was high enough that it would not be visible later, he started to give her a love bite. He sucked with his lips firm against her skin and moved his tongue around the skin that was between his lips.
His right hand was as far down the crotch of her panty as he could put it without undue force. He moved his index finger back and forth in an attempt to indirectly stimulate her clit.
Eventually Skye relaxed and allowed Jamie's hand to reach fully between her thighs.
Jamie caressed the crotch of Skye's panty. It felt some how different; sort of bumpy, not smooth as with a bald pussy, or soft given a hairy pussy under.
Skye quietly asked Chantelle "Is that Jamie under the table?"
"Yeah."
"Do you know what he is trying to do?"
"Yeah, he did ask me before he ventured under."
"Can I trust Jamie to keep my secrets? Not to tell?"
"Yes of course. That's one of the things I love about him."
Hearing this, Skye decided to give in to her arousal. She put her hands under her skirt and wrestled her panty down to below her knees, pushing Jamie's hand out of the way in the process.
