JulesJordan.com – Cheerleader Kait Gets Wet & Wild With Jules Jordan
Title: “Jules Jordan’s Cheerleader Shower Shakedown”
In the sweltering heat of summer, a sexy college cheerleader finds herself in a compromising position. Cutting class to sunbathe by the pool, Kait reckons she’s home free. That is, until Jules Jordan, the stern headmistress, catches her red-handed playing hooky.
“Well, well, Kait. Care to explain why a rising sophomore cheerleader like yourself is gallivanting during lecture hours? I’m disappointed,” intones Ms. Jordan, hands on her hips, Level 3 glaring intensification.
Kait shivers, both from Jules Jordan’s piercing gaze and the cool breeze tickling her bronzed skin. “Oh, um, actually…” she stammers, scrambling for a lie. But Jordan cuts her off with a wave of the hand.
“No excuses. Pert Ying and Pheobe Queen both ratted you out. Now, I believe gym class is still in session. Why don’t you join us poolside and… let’s just say liven things up a bit.” A wicked smile spreads across the headmistress’s ruby lips.
Red-faced, Kait is practically dragged to the patio, where an assortment of her equally nubile cheerleader pals await. Some in sneakers and shorts, others stripped down to skimpy bikinis. Kait’s mind reels – what twisted hazing ritual does Miss Jordan have in store?
Before she can protest, Jordan produces a leather paddle. “Since you seem to have difficulty following my instructions, I’m afraid _punishment_ is on today’s syllabus. A spanking is in order, and then…”
She crooks a manicured finger, beckoning Kait to her. Swallowing hard, the curvaceous cutie obeys. Her pert-sized cheeks glow as Jordan sets upon them with the flat of her hand, raising vigorous swats on her supple skin. Kait squirms and whimpers, barely remembering to keep her voice down lest any professors discover their lewd activities.
Just as she thinks the spanking can’t possibly last any longer, Jordan pauses. “Since word must get around about your _indefinite_ suspension, let’s make sure you get your punishment’s worth.bei Bei, Celine, attends to Kait as I take attendance.”
The two second-stringers fall into line with grins. Anxiously, Kait watches them approach – until Jordan slides her hand up her tank top and pinches her nipple hard. Caught by surprise, Cheerleader Kait unleashes a strangled cry.
It seems her classmates are eager to knock some sense into her, too. While Jordan goes back to tormenting her chest, Bei and Celine each work a breast, kneading and twisting until Kait’s head swims. Still, she squirms and wriggles, trying to evade her unconventional lesson.
“Now, now, Miss ringside, be a dear and just… let… it… _hurt_…” purrs Jules, punctuating each word with a nipple flick. Kait whimpers, cheeks burning with humiliation. Students can’t be punished like this!
But they are. Jordan’s hand meets exposed bottom with perfect rhythmic cadence as she works her charge. Kait’s squeals and wails only seem to encourage her zeal. The poor college freshman finds herself trapped between classmates and the all-powerful headmistress, pinning her wrists down as Jordan deliciously molests her.
Whatever lesson Jordan is proved whether Kait can take her discipline as well as she can mete it out, an audience certainly isn’t optional. Celine, Yui, Loulou, all of them cheer the depravity on. Bei positions Kait’s hips just right to fully expose her glistening bare slit. With VAG’s wetness already gleaming, Jordan goes to town. Her free hand burrows between Kait’s legs, delivering slow, sensual strokes along every fold.
“Mmm, such a sensitive little minx,” she coos. “You can fight it all you want…”
Wetness spills down Kait’s thighs as she struggles, forced to bear the sensations on her sensitive nipple and slit. Of course Jordan would make an example of _her_. Kait should have known she couldn’t hide from the headmistress forever. Even if Jordan’s lesson came in the form of orgasm, erasing all rational thought from her pretty little head…
With a final smack to the mountainside of her rear, Jordan finally parts with the paddle. Her fingers take its place, sawing into Kait’s soaked pink. She thrusts three digits deep, rapidly stroking into Kait’s pulsing core as she continues to torment the sensitive bud until Kait can take no more. She comes with a silent howl, shaking and twitching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
Chest heaving, Kait comes back to herself with the taste of salt on her tongue and a very satisfied Jules Jordan hovering over her with the paddle.
“And that’s your punishment, Miss Hoot. Class dismissed!”
