Voyeurs

"Woah, woah, woah!! Shannon, what are you....unnnngh!" Any kind of protest, commentary, or inquiry is cut off as the tip of the dildo slides across the front of Erin's panties, the tone of the buzzing becoming more of a hum as it makes contact. Erin's eyes roll back and her hips shudder, her remaining breath escaping in a half grunt, half moan. She pushes herself further up onto the bed, her knees pointing up, and her legs spreading for Shannon, who gives a low 'mmm' sound as she watches her squad-mate's reaction.

Shannon's lips are parted, and she rests her elbows on the edge of the bed, bringing her within a few inches of the wet spot slowly growing on Erin's panties. She whips her hair over her shoulder, and the look in her lidded eyes is intense as she continues to run the dildo up and down. "Does the good little choir girl like having her pussy teased?" She licks her pink lips.

The only reply from Erin is a choked, throaty moan.

Meanwhile, the temperature in the closet seems to jump about 20 degrees as the three of you watch like spectators on the sidelines of the big game, the deep, raspy breaths of three incredibly turned on girls filling the enclosed space.

You glance down. On your left, Emma clutches your hand, her naked body pushing against your side, her right cheek coming to rest on your shoulder, her eyes riveted to the scene just past the door. She lifts her left thigh and starts to slide it up your body, and you can feel her hot sex pushing against your hip. The feeling gets you wet again instantly.

"Fuck..." Amy grabs her cutoffs from the pile of clothes and fumbles with something in the pocket. After a struggle she pulls out her phone and starts recording.

"J-just for personal use, I swear!" She whispers. No one had said anything, but clearly she was sensitive enough about her voyeuristic tendencies to want to put an excuse out there.

"Yeah, I'm gonna want a copy of that." You whisper back. "This shit is too hot not to relive again." You purse your lips. "And again, and again, and again!"

Amy sneaks a glance at you and grins, holding her phone steady on the action.

Outside on the bed, Erin seems unable to communicate beyond grunts and groans, and Shannon isn't showing any mercy.

"I'm just a ditzy little blonde cheer slut, Erin!" She pants, her gaze now locked with Erin's. Her one hand is still teasing her with the dildo, while the other starts to grope Erin's smooth, soft thigh. "Tell your little cheer slut what you need." She plants a kiss on the inside of Erin's thigh. Erin lets loose another choked sob of arousal, her hands grabbing the blankets into fists.

"Oh....oh PLEASE...!" She manages finally, her face strained.

"Please what?" Shannon is clearly enjoying this, she puts the vibrator to her lips again and runs her tongue over the tip.

"Please help me get off!! Oh, pleeeeease Shannon!!" Erin is now writhing on the bed.

"Who's the horny little dyke now, huh Erin?"

"M...me!!" She sobs, seemingly unable to break Shannon's gaze.

"I can't hear you~!" Shannon teases.

"I'm a horny little dyke!!" She cries, her eyes squeezing shut.

"You want this blonde bimbo cheer slut to fuck you??"

"Fuck yes!! GAWD please~!!!"

"Mmm, that's what I thought!!" Shannon pulls Erin's panties aside with a hungry snarl and flicks her tongue across Erin's clit, while at the same time pressing the vibrator lightly against her cunt. This elicits a wordless, needy moan from her target.

Emma is straight up humping your leg now."I...I want to be YOUR cheer slut." Emma whispers, her ruby red lips brushing your ear as she turns to you. "Please," She begs, "Please make me your cheer slut, Kristen...I'll do anything you say..." You can feel her wetness as she grinds against you.

Holy shit does she ever know how to get you going.

Unable to stop yourself, you grab her chin and turn towards her, once again locking your lips to Emma's.

Your other hand snakes around her waist, pulling her hard against you. You press your breasts against hers, and she melts into you. With a feverish groan of arousal you push her hard against the closet door.

In your passion you push her a little TOO hard, and the door swings open, the two of you stumble out into plain view.