I kidded Donna often about her cheerleader thighs. She had great legs for any age, never mind being almost 70. She'd gotten me back on that comment. We went to a costume swing party for Halloween, I as a football player, she as a cheerleader. It's a cliché, I know, but the theme of the party was "homecoming". Despite the cliché, it was a popular theme-after all, what guy doesn't like a cheerleader??There were a good number of cheerleaders and football players, as well as a few basketball players. She had modified the panel under the skirt so that it covered only part of her pussy, and she spent most of the night flashing me. It was hotter than if she had not had anything under her skirt; as it was she had no panties on anyway. She'd disappear for a while, then when I saw her again, she flashed me, and I could see the crotch panel was soaked, as were her pubes that were sticking out from the leg bands. When she saw me looking, she blew me a kiss. I went over to her and asked if she had fucked the whole team. She said, not yet, but she was working on it, after all, she was senior cheerleader.
"You show 'em how it's done," I said.
"You know I will, even if it takes all night," said Donna, giving me a quick kiss. "But don't worry, honey. I'll save the last dance for you."
"I know you will," I said. Donna and I always made sure that no matter what went on at a house party or other encounter, the last time we had sex at any event would be with each other. It was an affirmation of the love we had for each other, that no matter what went on, our hearts were together. Six months into our marriage, it was something that strengthened our bond.
"Let's go have some fun. I saw our bank manager friend here. I think she likes you," said Donna with a smile. Just then one of the guys called for Donna.
"I think your team needs some boosting," I said, laughing.
"I'll get their team spirit up!!" Donna winked and kissed me again. "Go have fun. I'll see you in a bit." We squeezed hands, and parted. I watched as Donna went over to a group of footballers who had developed an interest in her. She was soon eagerly sucking cock as another "player" was lifting up her skirt, his cock out, ready to penetrate her from behind. I watched as the man behind Donna pushed into her now sloppy cunt, pulling back out and rubbing his come slick cock into her ass crack, as if he were using the come in her pussy to oil up her brown eye. He did this a couple of times, prompting Donna to look back at him as he was rubbing his dick around her sphincter and tell him, "Go easy back there, I've only done that a couple of times."
As I stood there, watching that spectacle, I heard someone say hello. I turned to see Lauren, the manager of our local bank branch, standing next to me. She had embraced the theme of the party, dressed in the uniform of the local high school cheerleaders.
"Go, Wildcats!!" I said to her. "You look like you could go on the field right now. That's about the most authentic cheerleader uniform here."
Lauren laughed. "This is my actual uniform. I went to high school here and was on the squad. The year I graduated, they changed the style. I had this in my closet, and it never got back to the school. It comes in handy now and then. Of course, I couldn't wear it on the field now."
"Really?? Why??" I asked. It looked good on her, and fit well, accentuating her long legs and grapefruit sized tits. She lifted her skirt. Under it, she had removed the modesty panel to reveal the rest of her lovely thighs and a thick dark blonde bush. "Ah, I see," I said with a chuckle. "That might get some attention from the administration."
"Not the kind I want," said Lauren. "As it was, most of us didn't wear panties under our uniforms anyway. That made it a lot easier for our boyfriends to play with us on the bus during the trip home from those far off away games. I see your wife is having a good time," she said, changing gears.
"She always does," I said. "It really gives her a chance to let out her slutty side. She seems to be pretty popular."
"I'll say," said Lauren. "She has a lot more energy than some of the women 20 years younger than she is. I'm glad she's part of our group." Lauren and Donna had met shortly after we got married, when we went to the bank to get the usual updates done after such an event. The girls had hit it off well, though I had known Lauren since she took over the branch about two years earlier. Donna noticed Lauren's ankle bracelet, a nice gold chain, and commented on it. Lauren had told her that it meant she was shared. Donna said that she was shared as well. A little more discussion followed, and we were soon at a party with Lauren and her husband.
"I am too. She really enjoys our parties." Lauren's eyes met mine.
"Wanna go play??" asked Lauren.
"Sure. I think Donna has already had your husband by now anyway." We went into an empty bedroom, starting to kiss as soon as the door was locked behind us. Lauren reached down to find my cock already hard under my football pants, and I was fingering her pussy under her skirt. She was opening up easily. I moved her to the bed and sat her down, pulling her sweater off once she was seated, freeing her shapely breasts. She pulled my pants down and took my cock in her mouth, sucking the head first, then taking most of it in. Her mouth on me was wonderful, and I would have come quickly, but I pulled out after a few minutes.
"Slide up on the bed," I told Lauren. She did, and I climbed up and knelt in front of her. I lifted her skirt to find she was already quite aroused, her labia spread, nicely framed by her thick dark blonde pubes. I went in to lick her, tracing her outer lips up and down.
"Sorry I didn't trim it," said Lauren, sounding mildly embarrassed. "A guy shouldn't have to go through that forest to get to me."
"Don't be ashamed," I said. "A real woman has hair. For me, the thicker the jungle the better the exploring. You'll never have to trim it for me."
"My husband keeps bugging me to shave it. I like it the way it is, and it's less work to just let it go, although I trim it back in swimsuit season."
"I'm with you," I said. "I like it just the way it is." I licked up and down again, this time getting a little closer to her clit. I sucked gently on her inner lips. "And you taste wonderfully sweet."
"Thanks...Ohhh!!" said Lauren as I hit her hot spot the first time. "Oh, that's great. I love when a guy goes down on me and takes his time." I was in no hurry, and I continued to lick in and around Lauren's furry twat, finally taking her clit in my lips while sticking my tongue in her as far as it would go. I swirled it around on her, making her thrust at my mouth, irregularly at first, then a long thrust that almost suffocated me.
