My Good Luck Piece

"C'mon, show us anyway," I told her, with Eric and Don encouraging her as well. This is what we got.

"We're sexy, and cute,

popular to boot.

Got perfect, big hair,

the boys all love to stare.

Long legs and tight butt,

Just help us when we strut.

We're pretty, we're cool,

We dominate this school.

The players think we're hot,

Is there one of us who's not?

You'll see us tonight,

When you turn off your light.

Who are we, just guess,

Guys wanna touch our chest.

We're cheerleaders,

we're cheerleaders,

We're cheerleaders."

It also had some of the sexiest and most brazen movements to go with it that I had ever seen. It was enough to make a dead man sweat.

When she lead us in the cheer, we were exposed to her skimpy thong repeatedly, with her entire ass exposed. I think she was just trying to prove to herself she was still desirable. Silly woman. She almost got herself gang-raped for the trouble.

After the cheer, she asked me to help her clear the food table with her. I imagine the other guys were dying of jealousy. Well, maybe not Don; the second-half was starting.

She took the tray, leaving a small bowl of wings behind. I took the folding table and followed her back downstairs. I put the table back in the closet off of the kitchen and went to look for Cyndi.

I turned the corner and almost bumped into her. She smiled and placed a hand on my arm, thanking me for helping her.

"Anything I can do for you, just let me know," I told her.

"Oh, there's so many things I can think of," she giggled now, back to her pleasant, happy self, "but I just couldn't bring myself to ask."

I made a move again. I took her in my arms, and kissed her warmly. When she didn't resist, my hands slid down her body, reaching under her skirt, holding that sweet ass, while I pulled her against me. Eventually she did push me away. "Go on back and watch your game. I'll be up in a while."

I headed back upstairs to check on the progress of our team, thinking about the pretty, lonely woman downstairs.

With Derek gone, I moved to the middle seating.

Don was seated next to me, watching the game intently with Eric on the end, drinking heavily and bad mouthing the officiating. When Cyndi came around again, looking to see if we needed anything, I asked her to get me a refill on my drink which was empty; she readily agreed. She was still wearing that silly cheerleader outfit, and I couldn't help but imagine tearing it off of her.

At the commercial break, Don got up to hit the head, and while he was gone Cyndi arrived with my drink.

"Thanks, beautiful," I told her, placing the glass within the built in cup holders on the front of the storage wedge between Eric's seat and mine.

"Anything else you need?" she asked.

"Why don't you have a seat here, next to me, and watch the game a bit?" I asked her, patting the leather beside me.

She sat down stretching her long legs out, crossing them at the ankles, and putting them on the ottoman. I was mesmerized by each little motion.

"We're still losing?" She asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder. She had a full glass of wine again, and was working on it. She was getting more and more drunk by the hour. Now she wasn't as maudlin or depressed as when I arrived, but she wasn't walking too steady, she was getting giggly, and her words were coming out slurred.

"Yeah, but I think I know what they need," I told her, turning towards her. I looked at her more carefully. The top was just amazing. It was some type of stretch material, that looked two sizes too small. It only covered two-thirds of her breasts, and her nipples were so obvious, it was like they were uncovered.

"What do they need?" She asked, after another long sip from her glass.

I turned her face towards mine and leaned in close. My cheek caressed hers as I whispered towards her ear, "A good luck kiss." Then I slowly pulled back, drawing my lips across her cheek, before settling over her lips. She closed her eyes, and let me kiss her, responding weakly, her tongue moving but just barely. Just as I pulled away, Don cried out, and we turned to the TV to see a Dallas fumble recovery. Dallas with the ball, 1st and 20 from the Philadelphia 45. Don had gotten back from the bathroom just in time to catch it.

"Wow!" She said breathlessly, "that really worked! It WAS good luck!"

Eric was watching us breathlessly, and he came over and squeezed in beside her on the far side. It was a tight fit for the three of us.

"We could really use some more luck," he said, almost pleadingly.

Cyndi turned her face to his, and she let him kiss her, not for nearly as long, but it was a start. While he kissed her, I reached down and slipped off her heels.

"What are you up to, Alex?" she asked, as I removed the second one and Eric leaned back.

"Look at that!" Eric cried out, as we made a tipped ball catch down to the 20. "You are the best luck ever!"

She blushed, and then smiled drunkenly. She already seemed to have forgotten about the shoes.

"It's the outfit," I told her, "but someone messed up the knot in the middle of your top."

"I don't see anything wrong," she murmured.

"It's a granny knot, not a square knot!" I told her, acting incredulous. "That could ruin the whole thing." Even as I spoke, the run was stuffed for a loss of two yards.

"Oh shit!" we heard Don say from his cocoon of football in the far chair.

"Quick, let me fix it," I told her, and I untied the knot exposing her incredible breasts for a moment. Then I retied the top looser, so she was almost hanging out. I only used a couple of turns, and any little pull would leave it open. "Now, quick, another kiss for luck, before the next play." I closed my lips over hers, devouring her, while my hands encompassed her soft breasts, massaging them gently. She placed her hand over mine, as if to push it away, but ended up just holding it in place.

"Touchdown!" Don and Eric shouted, and we all jumped up and exchanged two handed high-fives, as was our habit. Cyndi high-fived with all of us, her breasts on the edge of being complete bare. Her right nipple was half exposed already. And still Don seemed oblivious to it all.

Eric hugged her, "God Cyndi, you are the best luck ever," then he kissed her long and warm, passing her to Don. "Give her a kiss for good luck, Don," Eric encouraged.

Don played along slowly, seeming surprised, getting a nice little kiss, then she came back to me.

I sat down and took her directly onto my lap, where I kissed and nuzzled her through the end of the commercial break. As she twisted in my lap her top opened, and her breasts fell free, but she showed no inclination toward fixing her shirt. I cupped one of those beautiful tits, and held it, while I kissed her deeply through the kickoff. The ball sailed through the end zone for a touchback.

She was soft and pliable in my arms, accepting my attention easily, and returning just a little bit of it in kind. I could play with her breasts, massaging them and tweaking her nipples, and she would let her hands rub against my shirt. As I kissed her, my mouth exploring hers, tasting her, nibbling her lips, her tongue caressed mine, and her lips opened invitingly.

Her legs were open in my lap, and her skirt had fallen back exposing much of her crotch. I had an even better view of the tiny white thong, which had a dark blue star emblazoned across the middle of it.

Her back was to Eric beside me, and he leaned over her shoulder, asking for another kiss for good luck. She leaned back to him, and he held her, and kissed her thoroughly before letting her go. She sat more upright, reached over and pounded the last of her wine. She got up awkwardly, standing a little unsteady.

"I'm going to refresh mine and then tinkle, anybody need anything?" She asked us. She seemed to regain her composure for a moment, and retied her top, covering herself much to my disappointment. But her off-balance stagger and slurred words reminded me she'd already had way too much.

Eric asked for another beer which she fetched from the beer fridge. I took a deep sip from mine, and asked for a refill as well. She took my glass and hers, and turned to head back downstairs.

"Dude, what's the story?" Eric asked me, as soon as she was out of earshot.

"She seems like she could use some attention. I'm willing," I told him. "Do me a favor and sit in the other recliner for a while," I asked him. "Don't worry I won't forget you."

Don was watching us, but didn't add anything to the conversation. Eric moved over, albeit slowly. I, on the other hand, stood up and removed my boots and socks, dropped them behind the seat, and then removed my jeans, folding them and placing them in the storage compartment between the seats. I sat in my boxers, my dick sticking almost straight up. I was ready for anything.

Cyndi showed up a couple of minutes later, and handed me my drink. She had her glass and half-a-bottle of wine with her as well. She placed the wine on the counter near the beer fridge, and sipped from her wine, standing in front of me and looking me over. She just shook her head for a second, then handed me her glass as she settled in next to me.

"You really are a bad boy aren't you?" She asked me.

"Yes. As bad as you've ever met." I told her placing my hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze.

Just then Don and Eric both shouted out curses. "God Damn it, that hit him right in the hands. He was wide open."

"Our luck started slipping as soon as you left. Can you hand out some more good luck kisses?" I asked her, standing and helping her off the chair. She got up and headed over to Don, giving him a big kiss, "for good luck." Then she went over to Eric and sat on his lap for a while, giving him a big sloppy kiss, while his hands started a little exploring of their own. Finally she pulled away from him and returned to me. She sat next to me, and I turned her and laid her across my lap, so her head was resting on the armrest between Eric and I. She went willingly, stretching like a cat as she settled in. I gave her a short kiss, which she returned aggressively, then I pulled away. She looked at me, her eyes burning. I reached down and untied her shirt, slowly and carefully, pulling it completely away from her breasts. I stared down at those full, natural tits. She had huge dark aureoles, better than two inches across, with very large nipples almost a half inch thick and nearly an inch long, sticking straight up. An almost invisible network of light blue veins seemed to radiate out from the left side of her far breast. Then I returned for more kissing, my hands now free to play.

I looked up on the screen, and watched as our running back broke free for a twenty-four yard gain. Eric and Don jumped up shouting. I whispered to her, tweaking her nipple, "It's all you. You are our good luck piece." I kissed her and she bit my lip.

Cyndi's skirt had creeped up to her waist, exposing her tiny little thong. I reached down and rubbed her between the legs, and could feel her wetness. When she didn't stop me, I slid my hand into her thong and rubbed her pussy, before sliding a finger into her.

For the next few minutes, I watched the game, fingering her, and occasionally reaching down for another kiss. She twisted in my lap so her upper body was turned sideways and she could watch the game. We watched together as the Cowboys scored again. Once more we all leaped up and gave each other high fives. Then we all took turns kissing and fondling our good luck charm thanking her over and over again for being so lucky. Even Don was getting into the fondling now, and as soon as she left the arms of one of us she was back in the arms of another. She drained her wine again, and refilled it. I had barely put a dent in my drink.

We sat again, but this time I pushed the button to let the chair recline some. Cyndi watched me, and then did the same to her side, so the chairs reclined equally. Then she climbed on top of me and kissed me like she never meant to stop, kissing me all over my face and neck, her hands caressing my upper body as my hands rubbed her ass. When she pulled away this time, she turned sideways again, this time lying across my stomach. She was facing the screen and my erection was right in front of her. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt it as she pulled the left of my boxers to the side, and released my cock into the air. Her hand surrounded it and she slowly stroked me while I played with her ass, the only thing I could reach. Her breath was hot on my cock head, and soon her moist tongue was caressing me. She turned, on her knees now, and scooted down, placing her face directly over my throbbing cock. She looked over at me for just a second, then lowered her face onto me and started giving me a blow job.

I was in heaven. I reached down and lifted one arm, pulling her top off of it, and then tossed the scrap of shirt across her back. She lifted her far arm and let the top fall completely off. She never stopped her sucking.

Eric had his hopes up, and while Cyndi sucked me, he slid his pants and underwear off, and openly stroked his cock, while he watched her.

I didn't want to come yet, so I leaned down and pulled her off my cock for a second, encouraging her to move up. She did, her lips on mine just a few moments later.

"That is so nice, you have a wonderful hot little mouth." I told her.

"I'm glad you approve," she said giggling.

"Philadelphia has a seven minute drive going," I told her, "why don't you kiss Eric for good luck?"

She looked over at him and hesitated for a second, seeing he was naked from the waist down. His cock was in his hand. She slowly crawled across the armrest between us, and when he put his hand on the back of her head, and directed her down, she went along, burying her face in his lap.

I slid out from under her, and moved to the seat next to me. She was on her hands and knees, her naked torso resting on the armrest, her ass in the air. I lifted her skirt, and pulled her thong down her ass, and off her legs. Then I buried my face in her warm smooth twat, licking her while she licked lucky Eric.

She was moaning louder, her legs quivering, as I ate her out like there was no tomorrow. Her lips were large and puffy, unbelievably smooth. She didn't have a single hair down there, and I believe it was electrolysis, and not a razor which kept her so smooth. My tongue felt completely at home inside of her, and when I let my tongue creep up to her puckered little ass, letting two fingers fill her where my tongue had previously strained, her own moans finally outdid Eric's. I heard Eric grunt that he was coming, and she wasn't long behind him coming on my tongue. She laid there across the armrest, gasping, and the sight was too much for me to resist. I got up and slid my cock into her, eliciting another groan, and then I fucked her. I started slowly then picked up the pace, fucking her harder, holding her hips and slamming into her. I didn't last long, the previous foreplay keeping me on edge for the last hour.

When I had emptied my balls in this wanton beauty, I laid back on the opposite seat, breathing hard. She slowly climbed over and stretched her fantastic body along mine. Suddenly she jumped up and ran out of the room, and I was concerned we'd taken her too far, too fast.

I needn't have worried.

"Oh God, we could have ruined these chairs. Derek would have killed me," she gasped, bringing a stack of towels with her. "I could just feel you dripping out of me," she said, as she tried to take care of things. She did a piss-poor job of trying to get things covered up, but I finally just eased her down to the carpet. "Just wait here, I'll take care of it." I told her.

There were no obvious wet spots on the dark leather yet, but I placed towels across the seats and even over the armrest. I even placed a couple over the ottoman, which I had some ideas about using.

When I looked down again, Don had his dick in her mouth and she was giving him a half-hearted blow job, while Eric had parked himself between her legs and was lapping away at her, like a kitten over milk. Don didn't last a minute under even these weak ministrations, and he cried out as he filled her mouth.

When she'd swallowed his load, she turned to look at me. I'd placed a pillow on the ground in front of me, and was sitting on the edge of the seat. She took the hint and crawled over to me, positioned herself between my legs, and gave my dick and balls more attention than they'd received in a long, long time. Eric followed her like a puppy, and once she settled in, he squirmed down between her legs, and once more sucked on her smooth little pussy. Cyndi, in the meantime sucked me back to hardness. She didn't stop there, just working on me endlessly. Her eyes were half closed and she looked like she was enjoying it more than anything else in the world. Once I could feel the steel had returned to my rod, and she looked likely to drain it again, I stood and lead her to the ottoman draping her across it on her back. Her ass was just hanging off one edge, and her head was off the opposite. I lifted her legs and fucked her more thoroughly, now that I'd lost my first load, enjoying looking down at her beautiful body while I plowed her depths. Eric came over and fed her his cock, until he was hard again as well. I pulled out and put her back on her hands and knees, on the ottoman, and we fucked her hard at both ends.

Her ass was my next target. I pulled out and licked her some more, then started tonguing her ass, licking and poking her with my tongue. I started with one finger and started opening her up, using her own ample juices and a little saliva. Once I had two fingers in her, she moaned a soft 'unh-unh' warning me off. It wasn't enough to really put me off. I went back to fucking her, playing with that naughty little butthole the whole time. She responded so nicely to being fucked. She came for me at least twice, her whole body shuddering as she did. At the same time her ass was opening easier and easier, and I could see the bright pink skin inside. When I had three fingers deep inside her, and she stayed gaping open as I pulled them out, I knew she was ready.

I pulled out of her tight pussy, and placed the head of my cock at her back opening. With just an easy push, I slid two or three inches into her, silently amazed at how easily she took me. It took me a few minutes more, but soon I was fucking that perfect ass like a pussy, with long hard strokes.

"God, Alex, you're so bad," she mumbled.

For the moment I had her to myself. Eric had fallen by the wayside after he'd come last, and Don was seated on the ground in front of her, watching the game, and talking to her softly about everything that was going on. I doubt she heard much of what he said.

I stopped for a moment just to look at her. Look at that perfect long lean body, her narrow waist, the swell of her hips, her full ass cheeks. The lack of any tan lines on her golden skin, the sheer perfection of her skin, the light, white crease that ran down the center of her ass, the way her asshole, swelled and clung to me as I slowly pulled out of her, before sinking myself back into her satiny depths.

I pulled out and laid back in the recliner, then guided her to sit on my cock facing the TV. She was a pliant, accommodating little doll, going where I told her, doing as I wished. I could position her any way I desired, like a giant-sized, anatomically correct, Barbie. She lowered her ass back over my cock, and when I was totally buried in her bowels, she leaned back against me, her head on my shoulder, her breasts filling my hands.

"You are so big, in my ass," she said softly, her eyes closed, a pleasant smile plastered on her face, "I didn't think you'd fit."