The sex swing had moved into the corner of the room and there was a wall that was missing. There were couches and benches all over the place now and v...irtually all of them were occupied with someone, or several someone’s fucking. The smell of sweat, pussy and sex was almost overwhelming and I was immediately ready to fuck someone.“Well, aren’t you a lucky bastard.” A voice came from beside me. I turned to see the tall redhead from the last time I was at the club. She was wearing what was. "I did it this afternoon. Just walked right up to her locker, took the uniform, and put it on. Well, except the panties. They were still covered in cum." "And that bothered you?" he asked. "Guys' cum," she clarified. "Oh, never mind then," he replied. "Good call." "Yeah, Tiffany really is a big whore," Gina responded. "Not the first time I've heard someone tell me that," Josh said. "So what do you think?" Gina asked. "About me stealing another girl's cheerleader uniform for your big. Brushing his bottom lip slowly across mine, Mitch tilted his head, sliding his tongue past my lips to meet mine. He slowly released his grasp from my hand and proceeded to slide lower down, swirling his tongue in unison with mine, both of us breathing heavy still. Mitch shifted his body so he was hovering over me, our lips still interlocking with passionate greed. Sliding a finger into my wet cunt, I gasped and rolled my hips. Mitch's cock was now laying, hard, on my stomach, moving across with. My brown hair had a tousled, just fuck look about it and I thought I looked sexy as hell.Cynthia was wearing a hot, black babydoll that was sheer enough that I could see her nipples through the fabric, and the tiger tattoo that ran across her stomach and onto her ass. The tail of the tiger curled around her left breast. Cynthia was a beautiful, wild woman, her black hair cut short, in a punkish style. Combined with her nose and eyebrow piercing, transformed her into a hungry vixen.And it wasn't.