It was another Friday and class was out. Tamara headed for the women's locker room and changed into her red and yellow cheerleader outfit. She really loved the feel of the lycra and the nylon pantyhose against her skin. It always made her shaved pussy so horny. Several other girls where finishing with their outfits. They were basically red lycra dresses which were tight from the wrist to the waist. From the waist down their were deep yellow pleats and was just long enough to cover her rear. A large gold letter 'L' sewn on the chest, short red boots and high cut trunks, and sheer gold lycra tights finished it off. She waved to her best friend Jennifer, who was still only half dressed.

Her legs and ass were what all the guys liked to look at. Her full breasts didn't hurt either. Many times, on the days she had to wear her uniform all day, some of the boys would flip her skirt up as she walked down the hallway between classes and make cat calls. Secretly she liked the guys looking at her body, but was also glad she knew some older, more mature guys. Between years of ballet classes and cheerleading she had a really fantastic body for a junior and was proud of it. Although, she never made love to any of the high school boys because of the unpleasantries that can come up later at school. Not to mention nearly all of them were much too imature for her tastes.

As she was closing her locker door the women's gym coach called her into her office.

"Hello Tamara. I have another favor to ask. I wouldn't be able to be the mascot at tonights basketball game. Would you please be the mascot tonight?"

"Sure, no problem." She replied.

"I've let the captain of the cheerleading team know that it's ok for you to 'miss' the game. She'll use the substitute in your place. I've got a really hot date. He called me up at the last minute with plane tickets for a weekend for two in Vegas! I really appreciate you filling in for me."

"Congratulations. The usual extra perks?" Tamara asked.

"Of course. Thanks again Tamara." And she started to leave.

"A quick question. Since I'm several inches shorter than you, do you think I could wear these gold pumps with four inch heels, instead of the gold tennis shoes, with the costume? I've checked them on the gym floor and they don't make any marks on it. And they'd make me as tall as you." Tamara held the pumps up.

"I don't have any problems with it. As long as it doesn't mark the gym floor. They'd mount both our butts on the pricipals' office wall if we marked their precious gym floor. Sure go ahead."

"Thanks, and pump him several times for me." They both smiled.

"See you monday. Thanks again Tamara." And she closed the door behind her.

Tamara opened the coaches locker door and pulled out one of the women's mascot costumes and started to undress again. No one was supposed to know the identity of the mascots. It was suposed to be a great secret. And school felt it more politically correct to have a male and female mascot. The women's gym coach was the female mascot probably because of her five foot ten inch, extremely well built body. Tamara wondered how she got to be the female mascot. Tamara also knew that the coach was paid a cash bonus each time she wore the costume, which the couch agreeded to gave to her every time she substituted for her. Tamara was very good about being descreat about the whole thing. The mascot costume was just as much fun as her cheerleaders outfit. Some of the boys will wonder why she wasn't cheerleading tonight. The mascot costume consisted of a yellow lycra catsuit with red leopard spots, since the school mascot was a leopard. Gold tennis shoes, but not tonight, and gold lycra gloves. Long leopard print fir covered her forarms and calves and an slightly oversized leapard headpiece with a built in microphone that changed the wearers voice as it came out of the boom box at her feet. Also the head piece kept any one from seeing the wearers face even up close but allowed the wearer to see out. She stood and admired herself in the mirror in the coaches office. Tamara knew why the coach asked her to sub. Of all the cheerleaders and half-time performers she had the best body. Not in the whole school, but of those who the coach trusted and might allow to wear the costume, hers was closest to the coaches figure. Although Jennifer could have subbed too. Her body was nearly identical to Tamara's.

She checked the time. Still ten minutes before she absolutely had to be out their. She couldn't resist. Her hands slid up her shapely lycra hips and over her full breasts. Her nipples already firm and poking thru the tight fabric. She squeezed them between her thumb and first finger. That wonderful tingling in her young pussy increased. She leaned her head back as the tingling sensation spread. Now she was really horny. She glanced at the clock. Nuts. She let her hands slide down her front feeling absolutely delicious and hornier than hell. But, it was time to get out there. She put the head on, slid the office key in a special pocket in the headpiece, grabbed the boom box and headed to the basketball arena.

The two mascots cheered the crowd on, and performed some antics on the court during halftime. Tamara occasionally glancing over, during the game, to see how her sub was doing. Wishing she could be in both places at the same time. She often glanced at her partner's costume. Admiring the way it hugged every muscle and curve of his body. She was sure it was a boy named Kevin. There was only one junior in school who had a body like his. Good looking, about five foot eleven and extremely well muscled. But he was also quiet, shy, and very uncoordinated. She wondered how well hung he was. All she could see was a lump under the tight lycra costume. Damn, she thought, he must be hanging down and wearing some thong underwear.

The game finally ended. The visitors won, and everyone trickled out to their cars. But the two mascots had to hang around until almost everyone had left, including the basketball players and cheerleaders, to close things down for the night, and so they could change and not be seen coming and going from the coaches offices. It was in the low sixties, all in all a pleasunt evening. Dallas rarely gets cool before the hollidays. So they decided to wait behind the gym in one of several secluded nooks that the gymnasium, and some large shrubs around it, create. Tamara shivered as an excuse to snuggle up close to his broad muscular chest. His hand slowly brushed across her rear and around her waist, hugging her close.

"I know who you are." She said in a whisper.

"I think I know who you are too. But, what happened to the usual women's mascot?" He quietly replied.

"She had some late minute plans come thru for the weekend. As for me... I'll give you a hint. They had to use a substitute for the cheerleaders."

He thought about the cheerleaders he had seen tonight. "Now I'm sure I know who you are."

Tamara pressed herself against his warmth and his buldge, whapping her arms around his narrow waist.

"This feels very nice, Ta..., ooops."

She giggled softly and let her hands slip lower to the top of his ass cheeks. Her fingertips resting in his lycra crack.

"Ummmmm, yes this does feel good. It's a shame we can't kiss."

"I've never had a girl come on to me like this. And I'd like to do more than just kiss." He gently carressed her lycra ass and thighs.

"Have you ever made love with a woman before?" Tamara whispered.

"Yes. I had a lover last summer. She was in college but graduated at the end of the summer session. She was only slightly shorter and smaller than you. She was my first."

"And I'll be the last lover you'll ever need, or want. Maybe I can make you forget her. At least for a while."

Tamara let her hands slide slowly down over his tightly muscled cheeks. She could feel his breathing increase. He pulled her closer. Her hands actively feeling his cheeks. She turned around and pressed her lycra cheeks against his buldge. He made an adjustment and his full length now stood straight up. She moved slowly up and down it's length. It felt huge sliding between her cheeks. Easily as wide than Robert's. She hoped it was at least as long as his eight inches. His hands slid slowly up her body and cupped her full breasts. Descovering to his delight that she wasn't wearing a bra. He gently squeezed her nipples between his fingers.

"Oh yes, Ke..., ooops. Now it's my turn. But, oooooh, you feel sooooo goood rubbing your lycra body against mine!"

He ventured an unusual question. "Do you like these costumes?"

"Ummmmmmm yes. I like all skin-tight costumes. Espeically lycra or pantyhose. I have many wonderful clothes at home."

"This is great! I love costumes too! Do you have any favorites?"

"Oooooh, I have so many favorites. It all depends on the mood I'm in... I also like roleplaying."

"I really enjoy superheros. You know, from comic books, and I also like medieval costuming."

"You have superhero costumes? I especially love superhero costumes. Who does your sewing?"

"A woman who lives next door and in return I work on her lawn and do odd jobs around her house. But, sometimes I order different pieces from catalogues." Kevin was finding it difficult to keep his mind on the subject.

"So, you don't mind wearing tights, leotards, or catsuits?"

"Well, I don't wear them in public, often, at least everyday, but yes, I wear them."

His hands slid down her front and slowed to a stop just above her pussy.

"Ooooooohhh, please don't stop."

"I wasn't sure..."

"I'm sure."

His hand moved over her most sensitive area and he pressed a finger between her lips and rubbed her wet lycra pussy. His own rod about ready to burst with excitement.

"Would your parents care if you down't come home until tomorrow?"

He grunted softly. "Three weekends out of four they both fly off on business trips or something, right after work on Fridays, and never get back before Sunday evening. They bought me a celluliar phone. So when they call to see if everything's ok, it's on the cellluliar. Not on the home phone. They rarely call and I've never had to call them. Does that answer the question?"

"All too well." She turned around again and her hand ran up and down his huge rod. He purred at her strokes. "I think everyone has left now. I have a proposition. Meet me right here in thirty minutes. We'll go back to my house for the weekend and finish each other off properly."

"Your house? What about your parents?"

"My parents are divorced. I live with my mother, Cindy. I think you'll like her. She likes the same things, and men, I do. Unless you can't handle two women at once..."

"With you and your mom?"

"Trust me. She's tall and very good looking. Maybe we can get her in a superhero costume. But, just to give you fair warning, she's bi. And just so you know, I'm straight."

"Wow! I've never done anything like this!"

"Deal?"

"Done!"

They just stood their holding each other.

"I don't want to let go." He admitted to her softly.

"Hmmmmm. I know. I don't want to either. But think of what's to come! Oh, and don't wear any underwear when you come out."

And at that they went back in and changed. Each being careful to check for any stragglers who might see them come and go from the coaches offices. A quick shower, dress, stuff everything into a large gym bag, and get back outdside in record time. Kevin arrived first in his jeans and t-shirt. His long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Tamara knew that everyone was gone, and she didn't like taking chances at school. But, what the hell, her heart was racing, she decided to live dangerously tonight. They were going straight to her house anyway. She put on a tight, red and yellow, lycra cycling shirt that stopped at her waist. Then a pair of sheer gold lycra cheerleader tights that split her ass cheeks. Finally a pair of red five inch pumps. She was used to walking in them. She'd had a lot of practice. It also helped to make her look older than seventeen, but then her fake ID helped a lot there. She thought about having a wrap skirt handy, just in case, but decided against it. She also wished she had a dagger to hang on a belt at her side. It would really go with this outfit, but rules about weapons at school kept some of her toys at home. Tamara showed up several long minutes after him.

"Wooow." Was all he could manage to say.

"Well don't just stand their with your mouth open, kiss me!"

They dropped their gym bags and grabbed each other kissing passionately. They're hands all over each others bodies. Tamara easily undid his pants and pulled his huge dick out. She knelt and sucked his gun. It was huge. It most have been nine inches and very wide. It wouldn't all fit in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it's width and sucked each of his balls. His legs were clean shaven, and his short hairs were trimmed into a wide 'v'. Her mouth went back and forth on his cock as his hands carressed her long redish blonde hair.

"I'm coming..."

She sucked him harder and faster as he shot his cum down her throat. She swallowed and sucked until he was limp. "Ummmmm, nice snack. Let's get to my house!" She said quickly as he zipped his pants up.

"I'll follow you." He said.

They walked to his jeep with their arms around each others waists. They kissed again in the darkness of the parking lot behind the school. Kevin finally got in and started his car, turned on his headlights and pointed them at Tamara as she walked slowly and sensually toward her vw bug. Wanting him to enjoy watching her move. Her gold lycra tights had a wonderful sheen on them that she was sure he was getting off on. She turned and waved at him and started her car.

They drove a few miles to an older, well kept neighborhood which was known for having some unusual people living their. Like when someone stepped out outside to walk a few houses down the block to a friends house; a woman in just a bra & garter belt set or a man wearing just a pair of pantyhose and pumps, The neighbors thought nothing of it because they liked to do it too.

It was after nine as Tamara opened the front door and they stepped into her living room. Very sparcely decorated not a lot of 'things' or nik naks. Instead, furniture covered in lycra, a plush rug, with the receintly remodeled interior keeping the best of the old house.

Tamara called up the steps to their bedrooms, "Cindy, I'm back, and I have a male guest." She tossed her gym bag in the corner and wondered what Cindy would be wearing shen she came down.

"Ok. I'm be down shortly." Cindy knew that her daughter usually didn't bring a guy home unless he was something very special, not to mention a real hunk.

"Can I get you something? A soda? Some wine? My body?"

"Um, some wine then your body."

"An excellent choice. Make youself at home. I'll be right back."

Kevin sat on the couch and tried to relax. His heart was pounding with excitment. He felt like he should have dressed nicer. But he didn't know he would be doing this, let alone be making love. He had planned to simply go home and check his email and put on a superhero costume and watch some vids. He was hoping Tamara and her mom were as real as they said they were. Sexually and costume wise.

Tamara came back with two small glasses of red wine on a metal tray.

"Your wine sir." She purred.

"Thank you."

She set the tray on a table next to the couch and strattled his lap in a kneeling position. Her lycra pussy grinding into his huge nine inch erection. They hooked arms and sipped their wine.

"Um, what if your mom comes down?" He whispered.

"Please, call her Cindy. And, she may want to join us."

As on que, Cindy came down the stairs slowly, for the effect, and so he could check her body out. Her well built six foot frame was dressed for lounging. Red pumps, sheer pantyhose, and a thin white dress shirt that didn't quite cover her rear. Her long flame red hair teased back into a loin's mane. Her nipples and shaved pussy visible under the thin fabrics.

"Wooow. Your..., um, Cindy looks really fantastic."

"Thank you. I see Tamara brought home a real hunk."

Kevin turned red at the compliment.

"Kevin really enjoys superhero and other skintight costumes.

"Let me get myself something to drink. Kevin why don't you get undressed for Tamara." She headed towards the dinning room.

He looked at Tamara and she nodded and got off his lap. He stood and removed his shoes and socks, then his t-shirt. She noticed he shaved his underarms. Then, slowly, he unzipped his jeans. Inching them down his narrow hips, his muscular legs, and finally off. His massive rod hung semi-erect. He stood their naked and to Tamara's delight hairless except for his neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Tamara removed her cycling shirt and cut the crouch out of her tights.

"Sit down Kevin." She purred.

She kneeled between his legs and licked his cock. It quickly became rigid. She stroked it with her hand as she strattled his lap again and worked his gun into her firing range. He ravaged her breasts and nipples with his mouth and tongue. Tamara threw her head back and almost orgasmed after a few minutes of that with his tool inside her. She could feel his gun start to pulse and she pumped his massive cock several times and soon shook with an orgasm as he shot her pussy full of cum. She relaxed against his muscular chest and they kissed as his rod shrank inside her.

"Mmmmmmmm, that was very nice."

Cindy came back with a small glass of wine in one hand and sat next to Kevin. He felt a little self consious, sitting there naked between two women, and a mother and daughter at that! She placed her hand on his thigh and carressed his muscles. He felt that urge in his cock, wanting to rise again.

"Cindy, I thought you'd be with Robert tonight making out in the back seat somewhere."

I'll be going over to the dance studio shortly. They're doing fittings and altering some costumes for the upcoming winter dance concert. I'm picking up some chinese food for everyone and help with the costumes."

"I hope I'm not prying, but, who's Robert?"

"He's the head dance instructor at a dance studio called The Stage Door. It's in a strip mall a few blocks from here." Cindy replied.

"Maybe you should take a dance class Kevin. It would really inprove your coordination. Maybe a beginning ballet or modern class for older students." Tamara looked hopeful as she spoke.

"A dance class? Maybe."

"You would get to wear tights or catsuits. The girls in the class wouldn't be able to stop staring at your huge cock."

Cindy grabbed his rod and stroked it rigid. Kevin groaned with delight. Cindy got a good look at his cock. My god! It's bigger than Robert's eight inches! She thought.

Cindy glanced at a clock. She stood and quickly stripped off her shirt, shoes and pantyhose. Her target was ready for his massive nine inch cock. She pulled Kevin to his feet and sank her tongue deep into his mouth exploring. Their hands feeling each other's body. She pulled away.

"Sorry Kevin I only have time for a quick one." And with that she pulled him down to the floor on top of her and guided his rod into her wet pussy.

"Fuck me Kevin! Fuck me like you never fucked any one in your life. Fuck me fast and furious."

He did as he was asked and drove his gun deep into her cunt. He felt his head hit the end of her pussy each time. He pumped his cock in and out as fast as he could.

Cindy was already very aroused at the sight of his nine incher. The idea of it pounding her clit drove her wild and she squirmed wildly with each thrust of his massive rod.

Kevin road her out until she shouted her orgasm clamping her thighs around his hips. He kept pumping and shot her target with huge pulses of cum. She could feel his bullets hit the end of her cunt. Right on target.

Kevin lay panting on to of her. They kissed passionately until he shrank and slipped out. They both got up.

"Thanks Kevin. You were fantastic! But, I have to change and get going." She grabbed her clothes and ran up the stairs. Kevin just stood their and watched her go. He looked at Tamara. She just smiled innocently. He sat back down and picked up his glass and finished the last few drops.

"Lick my hot little cunt?" Tamara asked in a timid voice.

He was suddenly kneeling between her legs. She scooted to the edge of the couch. His tongue flicked just between the top of her lips. Tamara gasped. He sank his tongue in deep and sucked her delicate juices. She squirmed on the lycra couch, her hands playing with her breasts. Kevin's strong hands holding her sheer lycra hips still. He ran his tongue along her swollen pussy lips. She tried to squirm free of his grasp but she wasn't strong enough. He flicked his tongue at the top of her lips again and each time Tamara gasped with intense pleasure arching her back. She was so close. Just a little longer. Kevin began sucking her hot young clit again. It was just enough to send her over the edge. Her lycra covered thighs clamped down on his head and she shook violently from her orgasm. He road it out with his tongue deep in her clit rubbing her spot and sucking her pussy juices. Tamara suddenly collasped on the couch breathing heavely. A sheen of sweat on her brow. Kevin kissed up her abdomen to her lightly tanned orbs. Kissing her erect nipples. She pulled his face to her's and they kissed wildly.

Cindy came down the stairs. Her red lycra catsuit looked like it was painted on. The heels of her black boots clicking on the steps. A small black purse hung diagonally from one shoulder. Tamara and Kevin paused and looked.

"I'm off. I may or may not stay over night. Love you Tamara. Bye Kevin." She waved as she left.

"Let's go to bed." Tamara said.

She stood and removed her pumps and tights. Kevin followed her up the steps. His face inches from her rear. She could feel the heat from his breath as she purposely moved slowly up the steps, one at a time, her hips swaying sensuously from side to side.

They entered her small room. A large chest of drawers against one wall and a closet that ran the width of the wall opposite the bed with mirrors covering the closet doors. The queen size bed, with a metal frame, was covered with white lycra sheets. Pink chiffon panels hung across and down the metal bed frame.

"Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly. Come, lay down on my web." Tamara said in a sultry voice, parting the curtains around the edge of the bed for him.

Kevin sat on the edge and she pushed him back and layed on top. They kissed for long time. Kevin suddenly found his wrists bound to the metal frame with two pair of pantyhose, his ankles bound together and a small pillow under his hips. He woundered how she had tied him up without him remembering her doing it. She must have allowed him to drift off to sleep for a few minutes. That must have been it.

Tamara felt every vein on his massive cock rub past her swollen pussy lips and into her target. She moved slowly up and down moaning with pleasure. Her hips twisting left and right on his cock.

"Now that I have you bound firmly in my web, we're going to see just how long you can maintain your erection before I drain your precious juices."

Kevin knew his que. "No, you mustn't. Please."

"You have no choice my tender little morsal."

He struggled to get free. The nylon stretched but helt him captive. Time seemed to move very slowly as she pumped his cock in a variety of ways. Sometimes letting him suck her tits. Others, playing with her nipples herself while he watched, teasing him. All the while pumping his massive rigid cock. She fingered her horny young cunt into sevral intense orgasms while riding his massive cock. A warm river of pussy juices ran down his barrel and off his tightening balls. Then, she played with her clit again and orgasmed just as he shot her young clit full of his sperm. She could feel each burst of cum hit the end of her love tunnel.

Tamara finally slid off his limp cock and slowly untied his hands and feet. They pulled the cool lycra sheets over their bodies. That wonderful electric feeling running thru their skin. Tamara snuggled close under his arm and purred with contentment. He could feel her breath on his chest.

"Hmmmmm. That was fantastic. Can this be real?"

"I am the only fantasy you'll ever need my love. And, yes, that was increadible! You must have stayed up for thirty minutes!"

"Wow. I never made love to a woman for more than a few minutes at a time before comming."

They lay quiet in each other's arms and quickly drifted off to sleep.

END.