Jess used to be a cheerleader...

"Why don't you teach me some cheers for a workout! " You grin, your fingers carelessly tracing along your smooth little lips, still bared over your displaced shorts.

"That. Is. A great idea!" Jess beams, suddenly excited, "Oh, oh, you hafta wear one of my old cheerleading outfits!" Jess starts bouncing, grinning at you, "I'll go get some!" She starts, but you grab her by the back of her tight little shorts.

"I'm sure I can find'em, why don't you stay and keep our audience entertained?" You smile, helpfully tugging her shorts down her butt.

"Sure!" Jess is grinning ear to ear, "They're hanging, like, waaay off to the side in my closet!" She turns to the window, still bouncing, her bared little titties bouncing along as well.

You roll your eyes, heading to the stairs, past her dad's office. You peel off your top, dropping just inside his door, his eyes locked on your increasingly bare body. You smile at him, instantly shuffling off the shorts, leaving you naked in front of him. You cock a half-smile, glancing at Jess, waving to the two boys, her shorts dangling dangerously as she twists, stretching her lithe little body.

You unzip her dad's pants, his cock still snaked out of his boxers, already getting hard again. You wrap your hand around it, stroking gently as you eye the stairs. Taking the cue, he follows after you, your naked butt waggling in his face as you stroke his cock all the way to his daughter's room.

"She said her cheerleader outfit was in the closet..." You guide him across the room and open the closet door with your free hand. A skimpier set of outfits than Jess's you have never laid eyes on. Leaning in, you guide her dad behind you, cocking your hips up and back as you bend in straight-legged, your hand pressing the tip of his cock gently between your achingly wet lips.

He takes this cue, too, and presses in gently. You bite your lip, eyes flitting closed as his cock pushes gently into you, a little deeper with each stroke, his hands gripping your hips.

"Cheerleader outfit..." You murmur, opening your eyes. You awkwardly shove clothes back and forth as Jess's dad gets deeper and deeper inside you. You find a little red shirt, all slits all the way around, and a matching top. Gripping it you gasp as her dad slams into you, his cock as deep as it'll go.

You stand, and he slips out of you. Drawing two of the matching outfits out, you turn, smiling more honestly happy than coyly sweet, and step right out of the room. He follows after as you start down the stairs, bare breasts jostling with each step. You stop, spinning, his hard cock still shining with your juices behind you. Biting you lip, you smile up at him, then lean in, slipping his cock into your mouth.

A few quick bobs and you pull suckingly off, smiling sweetly up at him before spinning back around and hurrying down the stairs. You slip into his study to grab your clothes, swatting his cock away as he slides it along your bared crack.

You tug the shorts up your legs, covering up all the way this time, and slip your shirt on properly. You grin as he watches you, hard cock still hanging in the air. You tap it, leaving it bouncing as you spin and walk out.

"Found'em!" You say, walking in to find Jess bottomless and standing one on leg, the other straight up in the air, her smooth snatch pointed straight out at the wide windows.

"Awesome! Let's get dressed!" She lets her leg go, dropping it to the floor, her little titties jiggling as she yanks her top off.

"I'm surprised you aren't already naked." You smirk as she takes one of the outfits from you.

"I'm surprised you aren't!" She smiles, tugging her skirt up her legs, pausing with her bare buns pointed out at the street for an instant before popping the skirt the rest of the way on. "You know, it's very traditional to practice cheers without any panties on." Jess says matter of factly as you wave awkwardly to the guys and they wave back. "Makes you less nervous, less embarrassed about showing off, you know, if you've really shown off everything before." Jess pulls the top down over her head. "Makes you practically feel fully dressed!"

"That is such bull." You roll your eyes, turning your back to the street and pulling off your top. You shove your shorts down once again, glancing back to catch those two guys waving at you once again as they grin at your bare buns.

"It's totally true." Jess smacks your ass and you shoot her a glare, but she just giggles. "At least, I did it all the time."

You lean down, stepping into the skirt, pulling it up. "Now that I believe." A cursory swoosh of the red slits shows this skirt will bare it all pretty well constantly. You grab the top, lifting it over the head.

It's hard material, not stretchy, and it's a struggle to get it down. In face, you can't seem to get your boobs in squish into it at all. "Damn, girl, I knew my tits were bigger than yours, but, damn."

"Oh, ya, the top is pretty well fitted. Keeps you from bouncing around in there, what with the no bra and all." Jess frowns as you turn toward her, arms strung up in the top covering your face.

Suddenly you feel her mouth on your nipple and jump back. "Jess!" You laugh.

"What?" She laughs back. "Here, you'll just hafta go topless, I guess." She reaches out, yanking to the top off your head. You glance out at the two guys across the street. They wave.

"But not you?" You raise an eyebrow as she tosses your top on the couch.

"Oh, they've seen me plenty. You're a treat!" She grins. "So, where do you wanna start?"