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The day of the cheerleader's finals came and I deliberately kept my distance. I wanted them to win for my sister and Gemma too much. I knew where the post-party celebrations were being held and waited to find out the result there. 

I stormed around to Liz's house, and already the place was rocking with loud celebratory music interspersed with cheers and chants from about three dozen inebriated youthful lungs. They had won!

I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door in tandem against the wall of sound, and soon a drunken Liz opened the door to me! 

"James!" she squealed and jumped at me wrapping her legs around me and started to hug and kissed me, 

"We won!" she hollered as she dismounted still in her cheerleader outfit.

"Congratulations, well done,' I declared as buoyantly as possible but still well short of the playful exuberance of the party.

Liz took me by the hand and dragged me into the living room full of the victorious girl hordes of the winning team.

"It's James!" yelled Liz and immediately, the partying crowd dropped their chant and welcomed me hysterically.

"James, James, James!" they roared tunelessly still in their cheerleader outfits quickly drowning out the music. They toasted me with bottled beverages half imbibed, their drunkenness making me uneasy in my temperate state.

"A man!" provocatively shouted an anonymous voice from a corner. The cry was nuanced with all sorts associated lewd connotations.

"Do you want us to sing you happy birthday again?" cried Mandy.

"No thanks, I'm just here to find Sally," I quickly dismissed.

Sally came running in from the kitchen.

"James, We won!"

"Really? I wondered what all the noise was about?"

"Sarcastic pratt!"

"No, seriously, well done." 

"Hey, you're just the man to execute the fines!"

"Fines?" I puzzled as a few half-hearted attempts to sing happy birthday to me died in confusion.

The usually severe Sandra walked to me, her face flushed through the effects of alcohol.

"Hello, James," she slurred as she draped her arm around my neck to address the team, "Who here objects to James carrying out the penalties for the fines?" she slurred.

"No one objects!" vigorously shouted Mandy, bringing instant unification to the carefree mob. 

The team voiced their agreement as Sandra drunkenly swayed around my neck, a beer bottle in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other.

"How are you getting on with my panties?" she whispered in my ear before bursting out laughing.

I became a little uneasy; this was not the prim and proper Sandra I knew, one of ballbusting, straight-faced solemnity.

"But first, girls, what is going to be the punishment?" she requested.

A murmur went through the team in thought, and for an instant, the music could be heard just as Sally shouted, "A spanking!"

A high-pitched hysterical squeal of agreement came from the team who excitedly jumped around.

"A spanking, a spanking!" they concurred as I looked at Sally broadly grinning. I smiled back at her, somehow trying to convey that everything was all right at home.

A chair was hastily brought forward for me to sit on as Sandra acted out her role as judge reading from her adjudicating sheet. The team had all individually marked how many mistakes individuals had made. 

"Mandy!" shouted Sandra, "Five mistakes!"

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" chanted the girl as Mandy confidently made her way to the front of the girls, looked them all in the eye, dived across my lap and lifted her skirt.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" went up the chant again as I studied Mandy's sturdy bottom. He white panties were visually sweaty and a sweet aroma of sweat, bottom smells, and pussy wafted under my nose. 

I thought Mandy was up for the challenge and so I whacked down on her muscular ass hard from the off!

"One!" sounded the mob laughing as Mandy suddenly became very pliable after she had taken the blow. I pushed her down on my lap, stopping her having any thoughts of escaping and smashed down on her hard ass again. Mandy cried aloud causing the mob to cheer at her discomfort.

"Two!" they cried. "Not so lippy now, are you?" came a voice from a clandestine position. 

Mandy's fight had gone after just two spanks, and by the third, she was kicking and crying throughout her ordeal.

"Three!" they cried. "Don't go easy on her," they bayed, enjoying their teammate struggling to take her punishment. I eased up on the next spank much to the displeasure of the onlookers.

"Four!" they groaned. "Give it to her!" they demanded, and I aimed the next spank low and hard just above her pussy. The sound snapped off her hard ass, and she screamed, kicked and hollered in a futile exercise in trying to make the pain abate.

Time was the only thing that could do that, but she kicked and writhed for all she was worth anyway.

"Five!" they all cheered. "One for luck," shouted someone and I immediately lashed down plump in the middle of her ass.

"You bastard," cried Mandy jumping off my lap and putting her hands on her thrashed derriere. She unashamedly jumped and tried to rub some comfort into her stinging ass. 

Sandra walked to the fore again with her execution notes and read off the next prisoner to be chastised.

"Next is Liz, with two mistakes," Sandra declared.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" chanted the girls yet again as poor little Liz timorously tiptoed to my chair.

"Oh no!" she half sobbed with worry while I was beginning to revel in my position as executioner. 

"Over my lap, skirt up!" I demanded as the slight fragile Liz nervously crawled over my lap.

She had declined to lift her skirt, which I enjoyed as it gave me the pleasure of exposing her cute little ass.

"So I must prepare the prisoner!" I declared. "Bear witness to the lifting of the skirt!" I called out as little Liz groaned in embarrassment. I lifted the skirt slowly for maximum humiliation. 

Liz's panties had ridden up into her ass crack, a sight I wasn't pleased with, and so I repositioned them.

"What are you doing?" irately cried, Liz. I needed to stamp my authority immediately or lose my job.

"Silence!" I bellowed and spanked Liz hard on her bony little bottom.

Liz screamed shamelessly, letting it out.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" chanted the girls, and I quickly reeled off two quick hard spanks that took Liz to one long continuous screech. It was fast and merciful, and Liz rolled off my lap onto the floor with both her hand furiously rubbing her bottom inside her panties.

"Next!" they all drunkenly cried.

Sandra once again came to the fore. "The next to be punished is Gemma!" the mob mentality kicked in again.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" they ravenously yelled. It was apparent that Gemma was a favourite amongst the girl's and it was the first time I had a chance to talk to her since her mother's threat. 

I became worried. Did Gemma know her mother had given me a blowjob or was Mrs Leighton bluffing? I looked at Sandra, who knew the sexual landscape, and I prayed that what she told me was the truth. Sandra smiled, she could relax now as her team had won and her star exhibit, Gemma had performed well judging from the cheers.

She was a popular team member, and the number of her 'misdemeanours' or faults in her display had been exaggerated for the team's lustful enjoyment. 

Gemma walked towards me for the first time in weeks, and my mouth dried. 

"How do you want me, James?" she smiled. I couldn't believe it, the girl of my dreams, my heart's desire was coming to me for a spanking. 

"Gemma is to receive five spanks," declared Sandra, bringing forth a colossal cry of delight from the hordes. 

I looked at Gemma's beautiful smiling face, and all my worries of any potential trysts with her in the future evaporated. I then began to worry that if I spanked her too hard, she might change her mind. I need not have worried.

Gemma was as beguiling as ever even though she was about to be humiliated and punished. 

"Don't worry," she whispered as she leant over my lap, "And don't spare my bottom. I won't think any worse of you!"

She shuffled over my lap, and now my cock that had only been at half-mast rose hard and fast emboldened by Gemma's sweet words and the presence of her loins pressed against mine. 

She wriggled her bottom instantly gyrating on my cock. She turned her prone head towards me, "Oh! Sir, you're a cruel hard master!" she tittered. The words were picked up by the assembly, who quickly started to chant, 

"Jamie's got a boner, Jamie's got a boner!"

I blushed as I went about lifting Gemma's skirt. It felt unreal, the girl I adored was over my lap giving me permission to lift her skirt and spank her heavenly bottom. I slowly exposed her and sighed at the sight of her magnificent ass. 

It was the best ass in the world, not because it was big, muscular or cute but because it belonged to Gemma. The sweet smell of her sweaty panties made me giddy, and I wanted this spanking to last forever.

"Prepare the prisoner!" I theatrically declared once more except this time I smoothed her panties out across her upturned ass. 

"You kinky sod!" declared someone and even Gemma turned her head, smiled, wiggled her bottom as said," I'm ready, mister executioner."

I felt a surge of blood to my penis just by her very words. I started to consider the chance of me ejaculating before Gemma had taken her allotted spanks.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" went the cry and I spanked down on Gemma's sweet butt!

"No!" went out the cry from the drunken mob baying for blood, 

"Spank her, spank hard, don't just pat her!" protested the crowd who as much as they liked Gemma wanted to see her taken down from her pretty cool pedestal. 

She looked up at me again, "It's alright, give them what they want."

That was typical Gemma, always wanting to please even if she was at the end of a painful spanking.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" they hollered louder than ever, and I gave the crowd what it wanted. My hand splashed down dead centre on Gemma's ass and she cried out much to the merriment of the horde.

I kept my hand in place on her bottom, drinking up the exotic vibes. Her bottom seemed to throb on my planted hand, and I sighed with pleasure. Gemma deliberately pushed her pussy onto my hard cock, and I went giddy with joy. 

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" went the impatient cry of the mob not caring for my love reverie. I quickly lifted my hand high up and spanked down hard. Gemma shrieked as I felt my hand sink into the fat of her ass and push against her muscle. Again, I kept my hand in place as she writhed beneath it. I felt her pussy rubbing on my urgent cock and wondered how I would get through this ordeal without cumming.

I spread my fingers on her ass and studied her ass crack lightly showing through her translucent white panties. I moved my hand back and felt her inner thigh.

"Oh!! What's he up too?" said an anonymous voice.

"Open your legs!" I ordered!

'What?"

I spanked her for questioning me, and as she began to recover, I punished her again with a quick whippy spank. 

"Open your legs. Wide!" I ordered. This time Gemma did as she was told and my head swam as I took pleasure feeling her inner thigh.

"He's getting off on this!" someone said.

"Wouldn't you?" came a reply that I gladly heard as it gave me permission to feast off her heavenly body just as they would like to do. I was in a much-coveted position. My hand was inches from her pussy, and I couldn't help but lap up all the beautiful auras of her body!

I drew my hand back and spanked her hard just above her pussy, my hand skimming hard off the top of her ass. Gemma rocked and rolled along with her wails and my penis throbs. Gemma began to sob, and the crowd toasted the downfall of the Queen of the cheerleaders. As they clinked beer bottles and laughed, I returned my hand to her inner thigh. I breathed in hard and forgot myself. I pointed my index finger and slipped it inside Gemma's panties. She immediately closed her legs around my hand, and I withdrew on a reflex.

"Sorry!" I shamefully apologised.

"Its okay, you didn't have to move your hand," she teased with a wink.

I quickly spanked her hard above the pussy again, and as she writhed, I pushed the gusset of her panties to one side and slipped in my finger.

The mob cheered not knowing what I was doing. Gemma smiled at me from below, "What are you going to do now?" she sighed with a wink.

There was nothing I could do. I moved my finger slightly with-in Gemma's moist haven and swallowed hard. I wanted to go further, but soon the crowd were baying for another victim.

Gemma slipped off my hard lap and off my wet finger as the crowd-neared hysteria at someone secretive idea.

"Next!" cried, someone.

I spanked my way through the whole team. Making sure they left my hard lap with a well-tanned bottom. I took great delight in spanking Andrea, who for some reason, was panty-less. Andrea's bare ass excited the crowd, and as she was olive-skinned, it took far more spanks to get her ass to glow red.

Sandra came to the fore again. "The next person is."

"You!" cried out alone voice quickly backed up by the surrounding hysterics in the mob.

"But I'm not on the list," Sandra quickly made known, "You didn't want me in the team!" 

"You were our leader, Miss Kelly's lapdog!" 

All this was team politics, something that I was wholly unaware off apart from the tit-bits of grumbling I heard from Sally. Sally wasn't a vindictive person by any means so for her to gripe to the likes of me about Sandra's bossiness must have meant she really was unpopular. She had become ostracised to the point where she had become part of the coaching staff.

"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" they cried again but this time with malevolent spite to their cry.

The team wanted someone of authority they could takedown. The mob had disrobed the Queen in Gemma and now it was Sandra's turn.

Sandra had me by my balls not long ago, and now it was my turn, and I was going to beat her ass with relish! 

She was always aloof and always came across as stand-offish to me. Very prim and proper, well-mannered never cursing and, most frightening of all, very intelligent. 

It looked for an instant they were going to force it upon her as two girls grabbed her and brought her to me.

"Okay, okay" just to show I'm not a bad sport. I shall submit to a spanking," she declared. There was a cry of delight, which didn't match the hysteria as I sensed the mob wanted more.

Sandra approached my lap and prepared to go across it. The two girls who had hold of her still held her under the arms, and before I knew it, they had dragged her across my lap and held her down.

"Hey! No, come on." Admonished Sandra still keeping her poise and reserve even though she was positioned in an undignified posture.

Someone pulled her skirt up and once again the chant to spank went up only to be silenced by Liz.

"Wait a minute, I think this deserves a spanking, panties down!" she seethed. 

"Yeah for fucking Gemma's dad!" bellowed someone from an obscure position. 

"No!" cried out Sandra breaking her reserve as two hands gripped her panties and pulled them down.

Below me was Sandra's bare ass for all to see as she kicked and yelled.

"Right off!" ordered the maniacal Liz making sure the girls pulled her panties right down Sandra's kicking legs and off over her shoes.

"Hey, catch!" prompted Sally throwing Sandra's striped panties to the mob. 

"Right spank her!" feverishly cried Gemma showing some resentment that Sandra was sleeping with her dad. The girls carried on and passed around Sandra's panties in a perverted pass the parcel game. Some mocked her panties when they came to them, opening them up and scoffing at any stains.

Two girls pulled Sandra over my lap, and another two took a leg each and pulled them wide. 

It wasn't enough humiliation for some as they turned her to get a good view of her snatch.

"I told you she didn't trim," cruelly announced Mandy before going to Sandra's down cast-shocked face.

"All those clothes changes and showers with you keeping modest. Well, we can all see your cunt now! Look, girls!"

All the girls homed in and studied her vagina with glee. I began to feel uneasy, a mob rule had taken over. They flipped her back over and even started spanking poor Sandra's bottom for me. 

Spanks rained down on poor Sandra's ass from all directions, quickly turning it red. The Queen was being overthrown as they spanked on and on until they were tired. Sandra well beaten lay lifeless across me. I helped her up feeling sorry for her and returned her disrobed panties. Her face was wet with tears, and she solemnly pulled her skirt over her bare ass.

Her oppressors all stood in line with forced grins beginning to think they had gone too far. Sandra rubbed her well-thrashed bottom. 

"I deserved that," she bravely said, "I'm sorry I was such a bitch in training."

The girls moved up to her and hugged her one by one, "Thanks, Sandra," they all said.

"Without you, we wouldn't have won," guiltily praised Jane.

"Nice to see you didn't forget to thank me," sarcastically sighed Sandra. 

"Surprise!"

We all looked towards the voice, and there was Sally with a big bunch of flowers. She presented them to Sandra, who was now crying tears of joy.

"Aww you shouldn't have, a good spanking was praise enough," she joked as Sally presented her with a card.

"We can give you another spanking," joked Mandy.

"Not just now some other time," replied Sandra, her face now floods of tears as she read the card signed by all the team.

Jane handed Sandra back her panties, making Sandra smile.

"I'm a little too sore to put them back on at the moment."

"Oh, dear, Sorry."

The noisy part of the mob returned to the kitchen chanting and swigging from ale bottles anew. 

I stayed seemingly tied to my chair, not daring to get up. Three girls rounded on me in a fit of giggles. Mandy had something behind her back that was the source of much merriment. 

"Hello James!" she said with a big mischievous grin.

"Hello," I replied nervously knowing that something was afoot. 

More girls gathered around, all smiling and I was sure they had me as the target of one of their next prank.

"Girls, most of us were spanked here by James tonight, did any of you feel something natural but not neutral in the proceedings?"

"A hard cock!" shouted someone from the back. 

"That's right," slurred Mandy leaning in on me as she spoke, causing me to smell and breathe in the alcohol on her breath.

"A big stiffy in his pants," she declared with her hand coming out and feeling my erect penis through my trousers.

Both of my hands went down to defend Mandy's intrusion, and she quickly pulled back.

"Girls! How many of you would like to see James's cock?"

A Huge holler in the affirmative sounded out, and I started to worry for my safety amongst these baying hyena's posing as schoolgirls.

"That's good for tonight, James, this is your cock!" and with that, Mandy produced the red book from behind her back. 

It was very similar in shape and size as the one I had made for Sally, and I knew that the pictures of me naked were going to be presented for all to see. 

Mandy stood and opened the book, and the girls behind fought for a good view.

"Quite the poser, aren't you?" Mandy mocked turning the book so, I could see two pictures of me naked lying back on the bed.

I smiled in relief more than anything; I enjoyed the girls looking at my naked body even if some of the comments weren't praiseworthy. Mandy turned the page and showed the girls who were shocked, insulting and impressed.

"What a wanker!" joyfully exclaimed Liz as the book was turned for me to see myself lying back stroking my erect cock looking very pleased with myself.

"Nice cock!" I heard a few say, and I started to enjoy this misfiring attempt at humiliation. Mandy turned the next page.

"Peachy ass and God look how far those balls droop." I guessed that they were the pictures of me on all fours taken form behind.

Once more, Mandy showed me the pictures in the book, and I laughed much to Mandy's chagrin.

"He's laughing, girls," announced Mandy taking an aggressive stance with her hands on her hips while the other girl tried to pull the book from her one-handed grip.

"I think our executioner needs to be taken down a peg or two." 

"Yeah!" came the obvious cry.

"What shall we do to him, girls?"

"A spanking!" they repetitively started to chant as two girls pinned me to my seat by pressing down on my shoulders. I smiled to myself thinking, 'I wouldn't mind that.' The strongest girl was Mandy, and I thought I could take her mightiest spank with ease.

"No girls, a spanking would be far too easy for him," she declared loudly, "what he needs is debagging!"

The more outrageous idea soon got the approval of the crowd, and they grabbed and dragged me quickly to the floor. I struggled for all my worth, but I was like an elephant being hauled down by a horde of hyenas with Mandy immediately taking a position on my chest and pushing my shoulders down. The other girls splayed my arms and pinned them forcefully to the floor. 

I pushed my body with every sinew and cried out only for my mouth to be quickly muted by at least two dainty hands. I felt a rummaging of fingers and hands at my trousers, belt, button and zip and tried to fight against hope in my struggle.

I felt the belt unfasten, the top button of my jeans open and then the lowering of my fly all down in a blur of speed. Excited giggles omitted throughout as they roughly pulled the wings of my jeans open! 

"Right off, girls!" feverously roared Mandy needlessly as I felt the drag of my jeans being pulled downwards.

I had tried to fight and get up with all my might, but they were too strong for me. I felt the air around my mid-drift and knew I was bottomless. Strangely, the girls did not say anything except for Mandy sitting on my chest.

"Let's have a look!" she squealed in excitement as she swivelled one hundred and eighty degrees on my chest. 

"Aww he's gone all soft, he felt a lot bigger than that when I was over his lap." 

I lay back and could see the other girls all surrounding my groin to get a peek of my soft penis. 

"How do we get him up?" inquired Jane.

"Don't you know?" asked Sally.

"He's your brother," retorted Jane.

"That doesn't mean I know how to get him erect," defensively protested Sally, "do you play with your brother's dick?" 

"It's the first time I've seen one for real," interjected Andrea, a dark-haired Asian who was pinning down one of my arms while peering at my limp dick over Mandy's shoulder. 

"I've seen loads," boasted Mandy.

"Where?" cross-examined Liz.

"At the swimming pool, my brothers coming out of the shower, I've seen loads!"

"Well, get him hard then!" commanded Liz.

"Hey, I said I'd seen them I haven't touched one," backpedalled Mandy.

I could feel the breath of all the girls staring at my penis as two of the girl pulled my legs wider apart. It occurred to me they were all inexperienced. I felt stupid and wondered why I hadn't figured it out before. 

There were no boys at the party; in fact, there wasn't a mention of any of them having a boyfriend and where was the other half of the team?

"Well, who's going to touch it?" asked Liz a little impatiently.

Music blared over the silence as the girls became reticent in the knowledge they had overstepped the mark and were now in limbo.

"Oh, I'll do it!" huffed Liz as her hand went out and delicately took my manhood in her hand. Instantly blood flowed to my limp dick, and it rolled over out of Liz's dainty grasp. All the girls squealed and backed off as my cock rolled around and then started laughing.

"Its growing!" excitedly observed Sandra as Liz slowly gripped my cock again. I mentally chalked up another sexual victory as yet another girl had touched my penis. This time, it was the dainty hand of Liz who was squeezing me tight.

"What do I do now?" she asked in confusion. It astounded me that all these girls were that inexperienced. Sally had touched my cock and knew how to wank me off, but she was keeping quiet about her familiarity. 

"It's growing," excitedly declared Jane, "what are you doing?"

"I'm just squeezing it," exclaimed Liz trying to understand, feeling like a novice pilot left with the joystick in her hands with the rest of the passengers looking on.

Liz began to squeeze and release repetitively, and I could feel the blood flow into my gland, giving me a glorious erection.

"My God, how am I supposed to get one of those inside me? Blurted, Andrea instantly revealing her virginity.

The harder I got, the more confident I became. The embarrassment of my turgid little dick was gone, and now my prancing show off erection was proudly up, making the girls anxious and a little scared.

"What do we do now?" a voice undisclosed was heard.

"Well, someone has to get on top of him and ride him," suggested Liz.

"You've got to be joking!" gasped Jane, "let all you lot watch me lose my virginity?"

"Are you still a virgin?" inquired Mandy.

"So are you," rebuffed Jane as the question came out as an accusation rather than a question.

"None of us has had sex with a man," announced Andrea, "so let's stop kidding ourselves."

"You speak for yourself," declared Mandy who was easily the haughtiest of the crowd with Liz, the curious one.

"Oh yeah, and who have you done it with?" grilled Andrea.

"John Phelps, that's who!"

"Sure you did," sarcastically slurred Liz.

"I did, you ask him."

"As if he'd going to deny it," interposed Sally.

"Well, if you're the most experienced one, you can tell us what to do?" impatiently asked Liz who still had a stifling hand choking the shaft of my hard penis. There was a few seconds of silence as they all looked to Mandy putting her on the spot.

"We have to wank him off," Mandy eventually submitted.

"And how do we do that? "pressed Liz.

"I don't know, I've only been fucked by one, I've never tossed one off!" defended Mandy her bravado unravelling with every utterance. 

"You pull the foreskin back and forth," instructed a weak voice barely audible with the music still blaring. 

It was Sally speaking up at last much to my consternation. I'd always wondered if she had told any of her friends what we had got up to. There was plenty of evidence in the shape of the book with all my nude pictures in it.

"How do you know that?" said Jane.

"Oh, come on, you've seen all the boys making that wrist gesticulation at school?"

"Are you sure you haven't been practising?" smirked Mandy.

"No, I haven't," irritably refuted Sally. "The times we have seen a dick on the videos we've been watching they've always done that."

"Oh yeah!" agreed Liz, and she started to pull my foreskin back and forth from the centre of the shaft.

"You need to be nearer the top," suggested Sally.

"Are you sure you haven't..." Sandra's voice trailed off before submitting another accusation at my sister.

I swallowed hard and smiled to myself. Liz may have had things moving in the right direction, but her virginal hands weren't hitting the spot. It was pleasant, but she could do that for ages and still not make me cum.

"It doesn't seem to be working," informed an impatient Liz.

The last thing I wanted was for the girls to stop and so I pushed a few pulses of blood into my cock to encourage her.

"Oh yes, it is, I felt something there!" affirmed Liz, "Is anyone else going to have a feel, or are you all chicken?"

Andrea leant forward and squeezed my shaft. "Wow, it's so hard!" 

As she leant forward, her tiny cheerleader skirt rode up and exposed her pussy and well-spanked ass, which instantly caused me to harden more.

"It's getting harder," excitedly informed Liz, "that's what we need: more hands!"

Another hand went to my penis, and even Mandy who was sitting on my chest lent forward and started to tickle my cock head. I let out an involuntary groan that instantly excited all the girls.

"That's it, that's it," they concurred. I looked at Andrea's reddened ass and moist pussy. I was getting her wet I deduced, which pushed me up even more. I looked away as I was resolute that they wouldn't have the honour of seeing me cum.

"I know what will do it," saucily told Mandy. She looked around and down on me with a mischievous face. She swivelled her body around so that she was now sitting on my chest, facing me. 

"We know little James here is a sucker for panties, don't we, girls?" 

A chorus of agreement went up, and I blushed in humiliation, as it was apparent that they knew of my panty collection.

"Well, James, how do you like a pair of panties with a girl still in them?"

My mind was whirling with all the new revelations; the inexperience of the girls; them watching pornographic videos; their desire to watch someone spanked and now testing out cock for the first time. 

Mandy's declaration of how I would feel about a pair of panties with a girl still in them sent me into overload until I saw her inch down my chest. Her cheerleader skirt rode up, exposing her sweaty white panties. She shuffled towards my face. My God she was going to sit on me!

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