Nothing but..Renee

John Doe was hoping to see the rest of the Trojans' cheerleading squad in various states of undress when he pulled aside the girls' lockerroom observation window's sliding cover. The horny eighteen-year-old bookworm really could use a visual of the twelve young lovelies he was soon going to be spotting for to aid in ridding himself of the tremendous hardon that had swelled the shorts of his impromptu uniform.

Seeing nothing but rows of empty lockers and the odd item of clothing tossed aside, the good-looking, but awkward, lad realized the cheerleaders must have all been dressed by the time he and the trio of beauties that accompanied him to the gym finally entered the lockerrooms, tardy for the full-dress cheer practice that had been called to ready the eager squad for the State Championships.

One of those beauties had been his teacher, and their coach, Kelly Testone. She had just left him to join the girls in the gymnasium. John knew he had to get rid of this erection he sported before he joined them and went over to his backpack to retrieve the silken underthings of his coach. He had stuffed them in there in the group's haste to leave the orgiastic scene in his teacher's homeroom and get to the practice.

John brought the white silky material of her bra cups to his face and breathed in the scent of his favorite teacher. He then wrapped the soft material around the tautly-stretched skin of his pink cockshaft and began to jack his cock through it as he imagined his teacher as she looked earlier, a wanton sex machine sprawled atop her desk naked.

Still facing the quiet lockerroom scene, John was ready to close his eyes as he stroked himself to climax when sudddenly he found himself face to face with the dimpled countenance of pretty Renee.

The vivacious brunette's sudden appearance startled the lanky high-schooler, and he stepped back and pulled his hand from his prick, as if it was suddenly too hot to hold.

John chuckled at his reaction, remembering that it was a one-way mirror before him and she couldn't tell what he was doing.

Newly emboldened by this realization, John stepped forward, mere inches between him and the ravishing Renee. He noticed she had changed into the new uniform her coach had mentioned earlier. The new long-sleeved top underneath her smaller gray sweatervest was the same delectable royal blue her cheer bloomers had been. And the slick material hugged her delicate arms and soft shoulders just as snugly. 'CAPTAIN' shone in white to one side of the shirt's collar, as well as down the sides of her arms.

John's attention was drawn back to the bubbly brunette's face as she pulled a tube of her trademark 'Poison Apple' lipstick and carefully reapplied the soft red coating to the full lobes of her pouty upper and bottom lips.

The fawn-like brown eyes with the thick long eyelashes seemed to be peering right at him as she continued to apply the coating with the sharpened tip of the lipstick tube, being careful not to miss even the tiniest spot.

As the head cheerleader formed an 'O' with her lips, the fevered lad couldn't help but pretend the lipstick was his cock as he renewed his jacking before the oblivious pepster. John wondered how those sweet lips would really feel around his pecker. He never got the chance earlier, blowing his load over the pretty girl's face before she had the chance to prove her prowess. He wondered if her cheeks would dimple with a mouth full of cock like they did when she flashed him that million dollar smile in the hall. John stroked furiously as he thought about his dick between the apple cheeks of the vivacious high-schooler before him, his hand a blur as he jacked the coach's silky brassiere along his reddening cock.

When Renee puckered her lips and smooched towards the mirror, John lost it. Jizz flew everywhere as he saw Renee, satisfied with the job she did, drop the lipstick tube in her purse and flash a quick smile into the mirror before she scurried toward the gymnasium door.

Seemingly at the same time, Kelly Testone's voice came from around the corner, near the gymnasium door.

"Are you coming,John?" she called.

"Yes Ma'am!" husked the lad hoarsely as he fought to regain his composure.