Shelley's Hot Tub Threesome (Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions)

By Christie St Claire

The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader’s dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom.

The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.

Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about.

Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. It’s just a story.

In this story, Shelley has been playing volleyball at the beach with a couple of guys and an injury got in the way of having a great time. After another injury in practice, Shelley decides to head over to the Harrison’s hot tub for a little relaxation. She doesn’t count on the Harrison’s arriving home early and looking for a little fun.

Approximate length: 9,000 words.

Extract:
“It has been a while,” Mrs Harrison said more to my boobs than me “since I have felt such a perky real pair.”
“Are yours fake?” I stammered.
“Oh, honey,” she said with a smile. “Yes, they’re fake. Have you ever touched a fake pair?” She angled her chest towards me. “Go ahead, have a feel.” Her hands were still on my boobs.
“They are so firm,” I said.
“Good hey,” she said moving closer. As she moved closer I had to reluctantly release her boobs. “They feel even better up against your boobs.” She pushed into me and I could feel her hard nipples push into my soft boobs. The firm rounded spheres of her boobs forcing my pliable boobs back against me. She totally boob dominated me. At the time, all I could think of was her boobs. I didn’t even notice her approaching lips. They were as big and firm as her boobs. I mean she probably has had collagen or something because they were a classic pair of permanently puckered movie star lips. She came closer and closer until my eyes wouldn’t focus on her face. I closed my eyes and waited for her lips to touch mine. I waited. Her body was pressed up against mine and then I could wait no longer and lunged forward, pressing my lips onto her lips.
At first it was one of those classic Hollywood kisses, all pressure no tongue. Then she pushed my lips apart, her tongue pressed against my teeth and sought entry into my mouth. Her hands started moving up and down my body, around my boobs and down to my waist. She brought her hand together between my legs and put pressure on my pussy through my panties.
She pulled back, her teeth lightly gripping my lip.
“We’re going to need to take off your panties.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christie St Claire
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311836724

Christie St Claire

Christie St Claire isn’t her real name and these are more than just stories. You could say she uses the name Christie St Claire to protect the innocent, which isn’t to say she is innocent, quite the reverse. There has been a scandal at Fenton University that involved the Cheerleader Squad and a good portion of the Board of Trustees. Christie St Claire is doing everything she can and a lot of things she shouldn’t to find out what happened. You shouldn’t really read Christie St Claire’s stories. She is using them to expose the sordid sexual lives of the Fenton University Cheerleader Squad. The stories are personal accounts from cheerleaders about their dirty little lives. If a character is too familiar, then you might just know them. What you won’t know is what they do in secret, and that’s what Christie St Claire will show you.

Book preview

Foreword

Christie St Claire isn’t my real name and these are more than just stories. I will tell you that I go to Fenton University. You might have heard of the place, you might not. A little while ago, a bit of a scandal ripped through the school. I use ripped in the loosest sense of the word because whatever happened involved the Cheerleader Squad and a good portion of the Board of Trustees. Now, the Board of Trustees obviously have a lot of influence, because before the scandal even got started it disappeared. The loophole in all the secrecy and conspiracy were the cheerleaders. It is a loophole I have exploited.

What you are about to read is one of a series of personal accounts written by one of the cheerleaders about their dirty little lives. Having been involved in the scandal, the dozen or so girls on squad were made to confess their dirty little secrets to a private blog. It turns out that the blog wasn’t so private.

These were confessions written in confidence by cheerleaders with all sorts of interests, all sorts of stories and all sorts of dirty little secrets. You shouldn’t really read these stories. I mean, shouldn’t you respect a poor cheerleader’s privacy?

If you’re still reading, it’s because you have a sordid mind or want to know about the sordid actions of others, so I think we should dispense with any high-minded righteous ideals. Taken by itself this story gives you an insight into the sexual secrets of a cheerleader. She might sound familiar. It might be someone you know. What you won’t know is what they do in secret, which is exactly what I will show you. Taken as a group of stories, they show you the sordid corruption of the squad and provide clues about the scandal that the Trustees have worked so hard to hide.

And why you might ask do I want to show you? Well, you could say I am looking to uncover what happened. Reveal the scandal to the world. Or maybe I’m a disgruntled cheerleader, a cheerleader who didn’t make the squad or one who was denied the position of captain. Maybe I am looking for payback against a group of the most depraved and promiscuous students in the school. Or maybe I am just horny. I might be some of those things or none of them, but when it comes down to it, who I am is irrelevant. What you have ahead of you is important.

These are the confessions of the delinquent cheerleaders of Fenton University, without doubt, the most corrupt and perverted group of girls in the entire school.

Disclaimer

Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contain explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about.

Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a