0 comments/ 58348 views/ 9 favorites The Cheerleader By: horney_bob I sat next to her every day in my home room class, Kayla, a total fleshpot, on the varsity cheerleading squad. She had blonde hair, green eyes, a hot slender, tan body, a belly ring, and her tongue was pierced. My friend told me once, "If you ever get a blow job from some chic, hope she has her tongue pierced, because bjs feel much better with a cool stud against your cock." Now, some people might think that she was a slut, because of her pierced body parts. But I had it from a "good source" (gossip) that she was a virgin. One day in home room, I dropped my pencil. Kayla bent over and picked it up for me. She was wearing a black low-cut spaghetti-strap shirt, and I had a damn fine view of her tits, nipples, and blue silk bra. Well, as soon as I saw that, Mr. Happy stood right up. After class, she came up to me and said "I noticed you looking down my shirt in class. Did you like what you saw?" Then she winked at me and walked off. The Homecoming game was coming up, and we were playing the Bodaggit Boxers. Now what school has a gay mascot like a boxer dog? We were the Bulldogs, and I thought we'd kick butt, especially with our cheerleaders! :þ The night of the game, I was sitting in the bleachers when Kayla walked over to me. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit--a tight, short skirt that showed off her fine ass, long legs, a tight t-shirt that had Bulldogs written across her boobs, and white Nike pumps. I could see her nipples poking through her t-shirt and felt myself getting a hard-on. "Do you think you could give me a ride home after the game?" She asked me. I said "Sure." And as she walked off, she lifted her skirt up a little, revealing her red g-string panties. The "slut" rumor came to my mind briefly, but I pushed it aside. After the game, (oh, by the way, we won)we walked out to the parking lot. She climbed into my "Shaggin Wagon," a black 1969 Ford Bubble Van. It is pretty cool inside. There are bucket seats in the front, and a mattress in the back. ;) It also has a 9" color tv. I started driving towards her house, but she said "Don't take me home yet." So I started up the mountain towards "Lover's Landing." I parked under some trees and turned the engine off. "Ever since you looked down my shirt, I wanted to show you more of it." Kayla said as she came over and sat in my lap-which was hard because the steering wheel was in the way. "Am I dreaming?" I thought to myself. She started kissing me, and our tongues intertwined. Still kissing, I carried her back to the "Shaggin Wagon Mattress." I laid her down on it, untied her shoes, and slid her socks off. I began licking her leg along the ankle and then up her leg under her skirt to the inside of her thigh. She moaned softly as my tongue grazed over her panties. I nibbled along the waistband of her red g-string, then pulled them down with my teeth, and slid them down her legs and off. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingernails softly down my chest. I took her t-shirt off and started sucking her nipples thru her green bra. She grabbed my cock thru my jeans, then unzipped them and took them off. She slid my plaid boxers down and began to lick around my balls. She licked up and down my shaft and then my scrotum. She licked the tip of my dick, and then took a little of it into her mouth, then a little more, and before I knew it, she was deep-throating me! Damn, I thought, this feels better than I ever imagined. My friend was right about the pierced tongue thing! She started massaging my balls with her hands and sucking faster. I felt my orgasm start down deep in my toes, then come clear up and I came and came in her mouth. I thought she would choke on all that cum! But she swallowed it all, and when she pulled away, a strand of cum hung from the tip of my cock to her bottom lip. I nearly came again when I saw that. I unhooked her bra and slid the straps over her shoulders. Her breasts swung free, and I started sucking her succulent nipples. Then I licked down her body around her navel, and finally slid her skirt off. Her tender cherry was shaved, and it was glistening and dripping. I licked her cunt-lips and nibbled on her clit with my lips over my teeth. Then I stuck my tongue in her twat and tasted her delicious nectar as she screamed with pleasure. I replaced my tongue with my dick, and started sliding it in her love box. It was tight, hot, and wet. I fucked her slowly at first, then harder, harder, till she moaned as her orgasm hit. I couldn't hold mine after she came and I felt my sperm shoot deep inside her cunt, and she moaned as she felt it. After we got dressed, I asked her where she learned to give blowjobs like that. She told me she had just recently talked to her cousin, who was a hooker. She said she vividly described how to do everything. She told me when she saw me looking down her shirt, she knew she had to try out what she'd learned. I started kissing her again, squeezing her breast, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and before long, we were naked again. I decided to try anal. I asked her if she wanted to and she said sure. So I grabbed her around the waist and sat her down on my rod. "My cousin also taught me how to do this!" Kayla said kinkily as she squeezed her ass muscles tightly around my cock. Oh, that felt awesome. I fucked her doggy style till she moaned, then I fucked her harder and came in her "poop shoot" as Biologists would call it. Amazingly, I had no shit on my cock when I pulled it out. I guess we must have fallen asleep after that, because I woke up and she was lying next to me. She was awake so we fucked some more then we went to sleep again. In the morning, we 69ed, fucked one more time, and I took her home. Damn, I'll never forget that night, when I banged Kayla, the hot 'virgin' cheerleader, in the back of my "Shaggin Wagon." The Cheerleader Eli walked into the living room and glanced at the clock. It was almost time. Steve would be there soon. She moved over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She ran her hands over her body and smiled. "I look good," she whispered to herself. She touched her breasts. They were firm and full. Squeezing them gently, she smiled again. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform and the soft material of the sweater felt good against her hard nipples. Holding her arms out, she spun around, turning her head to watch her reflection. Her short skirt flew up revealing her bare ass. "Nice ass, Eli," she said and giggled. Lifting the front of the skirt up, she looked at her bare pussy. She ran a finger up and down the little slit and moaned softly. "God, I'm so wet. I need to get fucked." She rubbed her clit for a moment and then lifted her hand up and looked at at her wet finger. Sticking her tongue out, she licked the moisture off her finger and sighed. "I really need to get fucked," she whispered and glanced at the clock again. It was her nineteenth birthday and her older lover was going to help her celebrate by fucking her all weekend. Just then, the doorbell rang making her jump. She dropped her skirt back down, smoothed it out and straightened her sweater and walked to the door. Looking through the peep hole, she smiled and opened the door. Steve grinned at her and stepped inside. Eli closed the door, kissed him on the cheek and then danced away from him into the living room. Steve followed her. Reaching the middle of the room, she turned to face him. "So," she said. "What do you think?" Steve laughed. "You are a hot little cheerleader, baby," he said. Eli smiled, her eyes beaming at him. She held her arms out and spun around, her skirt flying up. Steve whistled at her and she giggled. "Oops," she said. "I forgot to put on my panties." She skipped over to him, pressed her body against him and hugged him tightly. He hugged her and ran his hands over her back. Looking up at him, Eli whispered, "God, I am so horny, baby. I've been waiting all week for this. I can't believe we've got the whole weekend." Steve kissed her and moved his hands to her ass. Eli moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He moved his hands under her skirt, kneading her ass cheeks. She pushed against him harder, grinding her crotch against him. Feeling his hard cock, she groaned. "Oh, God," she whimpered, "I need you. I need you in me so bad." Steve smiled at her and moved his hands to her sweater. Eli stepped back and raised her arms as he lifted it over her head. Tossing it on the couch he looked at her round tits. "Gorgeous, baby," he said. "I love your tits, Eli." She arched her back, pushing them out and up and Steve leaned down and licked one of her hard nipples. Eli moaned and her knees trembled. Steve sucked on the little nipple for a moment and then placed his hands on her bare waist. Smiling at him she said, "Do me. Fuck me, baby." Turning her around, Steve pushed her towards the end of the couch. "Bend over, baby," he said, placing a hand on back and pushing gently. Eli leaned forward, putting her hands on the arm of the couch. She looked over her shoulder and watched as Steve unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his hard cock stood out from his body. Eli licked her lips and Steve flipped her skirt up over her waist, exposing her ass. He moved closer to her and she spread her feet apart. Smiling at her he put his left hand on her ass and took his cock in his right. Leaning forward, he rubbed the head of his cock on her pink slit. Eli bit her lower lip and moaned. "Sweet little fuck toy," Steve said. "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to get fucked.?" "Oh, God," she whispered. "Please fuck me. Please, baby." Pushing against her, Steve slipped the head of his cock into her. He moved his hands to her waist and held her as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Eli gasped and pushed back to meet him. Steve stood there with his cock buried inside her for a moment. "Damn, Eli," he whispered. "You are so tight." Giggling, she said, "Tight teen pussy." He laughed with her and started fucking her, pulling his cock out until just the head was in her and then sliding back in. He watched the way her tiny lips clung to him, the way her wetness seeped out as he moved inside her. He tightened his grip on her waist and started fucking her faster, harder. Eli moaned as Jack fucked her deeply. He let go of her waist with his left hand and leaned forward a little, grabbing her breast and squeezing it, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. She groaned softly, panting as she felt waves of pleasure surge through her body. Letting go of her waist with his left hand, Steve gathered a a handful of her long blonde hair in his grip and pulled her head back. Eli could feel her juices trickling down her thighs as he drove his cock into her pussy. She moaned as he pulled on her hair harder, his cock pounding her. "Yes, yes," she whispered. "Like that. Fuck me like that." Steve let go of her hair and breast and grabbed her waist again, holding her tightly. He looked down as he fucked her even harder. Eli's juices were turning creamy as he slammed his cock into her tight cunt. "Damn, Eli," he said. "Your little pussy looks so good getting fucked, baby." Eli moaned and gasped for breath. She couldn't talk anymore, she was so overcome with pleasure. Little cries escaped her as she neared orgasm. Steve drove his dick deep into her, his balls slapping wetly against her clit. "That's it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock, Eli." She cried as she came, her body trembling. Steve pulled out of her pussy, pulled her up and spun her around. He pushed down onto her knees and grabbed a handful of her soft hair. He held his cock in front of her face as she looked up at him. "Open your mouth, Eli," he said. "I'm going to come in your mouth." Eli opened her mouth and Jack shoved his cock past her lips. She groaned as he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. Her fucked her mouth as she looked into his eyes. Pulling his cock out, he groaned as he came, the stream of come flying into her open mouth. A second spurt landed on her cheek before he pulled her head forward. Eli licked the underside of his cock as more come oozed onto her tongue. She took his cock into her mouth again and sucked on it. Steve moaned and then smiled at her. He let go of her hair as she worked on his cock, trying to get every drop of come from him. She took hold of his cock as it slipped from her mouth, stroking it as she looked up at him and swallowed. "God," she whispered. "I love sucking your cock after you fuck me." Steve smiled at her and scooped up the come on her check with his fingers. "You missed some, Eli," he said. She giggled. "You mean you missed my mouth." She licked the come off his fingers and then sucked on them. "Mmmmm," she whispered. "I love eating your come, Steve." The Cheerleader and The Soldier I am standing in line at the bar, waiting to order a beer. How I talked myself into coming to my high school reunion was beyond me. I disliked most of the people here when I was in school, and not too much had changed. Most haven't done anything with their lives. Here I stand, nearly 28 years old, a highly decorated Navy Seal, second in my class at the Naval Academy, and newly promoted to Lieutenant Commander. What a waste of time this turned out to be. It doesn't help much that I am wearing my full dress uniform, my medals reflecting in the light from the strobes. Muscle bound, head shaved, I guess I am a little impressive, and with the nasty shrapnel scar on the side of neck, a bit scary. In she walks: Anna Fraser. I haven't seen her since graduation. She was off to Harvard, and I was off to the Navy. We had lots in common, I was the star running back on the football team, and she the cheerleader. We are both brilliant, she graduated valedictorian; me salutatorian, both only 17. For some reason, we never got together. There was always some sparks between us, but nothing ever happened, although I would have given my left nut to get inside her. She is dressed in her old cheerleading uniform, along with the rest of her old squad. I caught myself staring. Her uniform still fits quite well. The blue sweater is tighter, but it looks better that way. It seems to accentuate her beautiful firm C cups. Her skirt rides high on her hips, the waist almost bursting from her womanly hips, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. Her hair is tied back in a cute ponytail. The memories come flooding back. Her milky thighs high-kicking at games, her firm and perky tits bouncing, glimpses of panties, imagining all of the things I could do to her, all of the things she could do to me. She is stopped not far from the door, having being noticed by the faculty. One of her favorite teachers starts up a conversation with her. I stare at her again, all my old insecurities coming to the surface, but being in the Seals has changed a few things in me. I order a second beer, and sum up my courage, and walk towards her. I purposely position myself so she can see me striding confidently towards her. Her eyes trail down my body, sizing me up. I can tell she is intrigued. Her warm smile greets me as I close the distance between us. She still has those cute dimples. She greets me with a cute giggle, and jumps up hugging me, throwing her arms around my neck, her legs wrapping around mine. I am instantly hard. Still holding the two bottles, I am unable to return the bear hug. Finally, she reluctantly releases me. I lean down to her and kiss her on the cheek, handing her a bottle. Coors Light, always her favorite. She looks and the bottle, her face splitting to a wide smile. "You still remember, after all these years?" "I never forget what a beautiful woman drinks." I return the smile, sipping at my beer. "Always the charmer. And I see you are the big, tough, successful soldier." "Lieutenant Commander James Liam Dove, United States Navy, at your service." "So Commander, are you going to ask me to dance?" Anna says with a sexy smile, tossing back the last of her beer. Not waiting for an answer, she grabs me by the hand, leading me onto the floor. Dancing and grinding to the pumping rhythm, I am getting extremely fired up. Anna is rubbing herself all over me, and she is wet. Her body is face is flushed, the redness leading all the way down her chest, past the neck of her sweater. The few strands of hair which have escaped her ponytail are matted and stuck to her forehead. Beads of sweat are trailing down her neck, her skin shining. Her chest is heaving, her breathing labored. She looks likes a goddess, completely immersing herself in the moment. Her cheerleader uniform is painting the picture of an innocent schoolgirl, but with the scent of a sexual predator. I myself am nearly out of breath, and my raging cock feels like it will tear its way out of my uniform slacks. Finally, mercifully, the song ends. I cup her chin and kiss her deeply. My hands roaming their way down her back, caressing the taut globes of her ass. She presses her body hard into mine, her hands rubbing my back. "Get me out of here. Take me away. Please. Take me somewhere, anywhere but here, please." Anna sighed as I finally released her from the body kiss. I hold her hand tight, weaving our way through the crowd towards the hallway. I lead her down the hall towards the parking lot, but Anna has other ideas. She pushes open the door to the Nurses Office. "I'm sick... I need some medicine." After getting through the door, she attacks me. I barely keep standing as she kisses and grinds against me. I reach down and grab the edge of her sweater, pulling it quickly over her head. The saucy little tart isn't wearing a bra. I step back, pulling off my uniform jacket, letting her start to undo the buttons on my shirt. I undo my pants, dropping them to the floor, leaving me naked. I turn Anna around, pressing her against the wall; her tits pressing against the wall, nipples crushed flat by our body weight, clad only in her tight skirt. I kiss her across her neck and down her back. She is moaning in delight. My rock hard member is pressed into her ass. My fingers find their way to her dripping pussy. I quickly find her nub, rubbing and caressing it gently, two fingers plunging deep. I'm enjoying the feel of her body twitching in reaction of my manipulations. More and more, I tease her. She is leaking like a faucet now on my hand. Her breathing is coming in short, loud gasps, echoing in the small room. After a few minutes of my torturous fondling of her body, she spins around, dropping to her knees. She engulfs my raging cock, her tongue swirling in her mouth. My hands find their way to her hair, fingers entangling themselves in her golden locks. I tilt my head back, mouth open; the sensations overwhelming. She seems to be enjoying this almost as much as I am. I don't want this to end, but I am getting close. I don't want to waste myself in her mouth. I reach under her chin, pushing up gently. She releases me reluctantly. Spying the empty desk, I bend her over, burying myself into her in one deep, powerful thrust. She is squealing like a cat in heat. She is pushing herself back on my hard cock, our hips slamming together on every shot. My hands reached around her, cupping her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples. Anna flailed her head around wildly as her squeals became full throated screams. She was getting off unlike anything I have ever seen before. Anna still keeps fucking back at me after her orgasm subsides, turning her head and whispering, "Is the big handsome football player going to satisfy his dirty cheerleader before going off to the war?" "What does the dirty little cheerleader want?" She pushes off the desk, and leads me to the cot. She has me lay down on the cot, and climbs nimbly on top. In one fluid motion, she imbeds herself on me. She bounces wildly on top of me, grabbing my hands and roughly grinds them into her breasts. Her radiant skin is shiny with moisture, the sweat just pouring out of her now. Her hair is soaked, light makeup running, but she is still beautiful. Looking up at her riding me like a cowgirl, I couldn't hold out much more. She hammered down on my body; I forced myself up, banging her tight, little body harder than I though she could take. Our bodies slammed so hard together that it sounded like I was spanking her, spanking her extremely hard and fast. Anna pushed her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. I could tell that she was getting close to coming again. Her moans became louder and more unrestrained. "Oh, Jesus!" She screamed. "Give me everything you've got." She didn't need to ask me twice. I let loose a torrent in her and hollered out a loud moan. She collapses on top of me; her body seemingly in the midst of an epileptic seizure. We lay still for a few moments before I removed myself from her. I ran my cock over her bush, leaving a trail of my seed over her mound. I leaned forward and kissed her, having never appreciated her so much. "That was great," "Thank you," she replied, "After all these years; I finally got laid by you. The football star, turned into the great hero." I just smiled at her, holding her close. "Strange how things work out. I wasn't even going to come to this reunion. I thought it would be a waste of time." She just smiled and kissed me. The Cheerleader Competition One of the major events of the school year—at least to the people involved—in the New Jersey town where I worked as an English teacher was the annual cheerleader competition, which was held at the Civic Center in the state capital of Trenton. It was a two-day event, over a weekend, so the students and their parents and chaperons would have to stay overnight. Rooms were booked at the Marriott, and they were for: 12 cheerleaders, four to a room, two teacher chaperons, and two parent chaperons. Any other parents who wanted to go had to arrange for their own rooms. Like most of the other teachers, I would do anything to get out of it since I had no personal involvement with cheerleading. But chaperons were assigned on a rotating basis, and this year it was my turn, as well as that of the geography teacher, Paul Martin. We were expected to share a room. And the fact that I was single and lived alone made me more vulnerable to being called; I had no excuse to get out of it. The opening ceremonies and the lunch took place in the middle of the day at the hotel, after which we all had the afternoon off until the evening competition, which began at 7. Some went out sightseeing, but there are not many sights to see in Trenton, so Paul and I decided to stay in the room, I with a good book, and Fred planning to watch a football game involving his old university, Rutgers. We were so occupied when around 3 p.m. there was a knock at the door. Still in my white hotel terrycloth robe from the shower, I went over and opened it. Standing outside in a similar white terrycloth robe and barefoot was Katie Dawson, 18, captain of the cheerleading squad. With blond hair and a cute perky face, she not only was the prettiest cheerleader of the squad; she also was the most beautiful young lady in the school. "Can I ask you a favor?" she asked. "Sure." "I need to take a shower, and there are now FIVE girls in our room, all wanting to hog the bathroom. Could I possibly use your shower?" I turned. "Paul! Can Katie Dawson use our shower? Her room is crowded." "I guess so.' I waved her in and returned to the bed and my book. She went into the bathroom. About twenty minutes later, she emerged. She looked squeaky clean, and her hair was all wet. She was toweling off her hair. "Can I stay here until my hair dries?" she asked. "Can Katie stay here until her hair dries?" I called to Paul. "Sure." "Okay." "I'm going to go out on the balcony," she said, carrying her hairbrush. "It will dry faster there.' She opened the sliding glass door and walked out to the small balcony. Paul was watching the TV, and I was about to look at my book. But it came as no surprise to me when she turned to face me, leaned back against the railing, untied the belt of her robe, and let the robe fall open. I looked with admiration and a smile on my face at the cute little blond tuft at the bottom of her belly and the pink lips below it. And I guess I have to confess at this point that Katie and I had been "friends" for most of her senior year. It had started one day after the rehearsal of "Romeo and Juliet", which I was directing and in which she was the star. I had thought the dressing room was empty. But it was not. She was there, and she was naked. I found out later that she had planned the whole thing. I put the book down on the bed and walked out on the balcony. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked. "Drying my hair," she said with a smile. "Which hair?" "Guess." "Looks to me like you're flashing the neighborhood." "You're the only one who can see me." I looked around to make sure Paul could not see us, then I pressed my body against her naked form and kissed her. "I want to do it," she said. "How?" "I don't know. You tell me. There's a bed in there and a naked girl here. There must be some way we can do it." "Paul wants to watch a Rutgers football game on TV, and it's just starting. I can't very well ask him to leave." "Then think of something." "....Would you be willing to do it with him in the room?" "I would be willing to do it with our minister in the room. I REALLY want to." "Okay, come on back in and follow my lead. You're an actress. Let's see you play this part." "Okay." She closed her robe and followed me back in. I got back on the bed while she walked to the other side of the room and started brushing her hair. "I have a question for you, Paul," I said. He turned around from the TV. "What?" "Of the twelve girls, who do you think is the most beautiful cheerleader?" He smiled. "Katie Dawson, no question about it." "Do you have a blank tape for your video camera?" "Sure." "Could you put it in, while I do an interview with Katie? They may be able to use it on the local channel." "Okay. The game hasn't started yet anyway." He loaded the camera and trained it on her. "Katie," I asked, "Are you a real blonde?" "Yes," she murmured. "Would you like to prove it to us?" "Okay, but I've never done anything like this before." She unfastened the tie of her robe, let it fall open, then let it slide off her shoulders to the floor. She crossed her hands in front of her pubic area. "Jesus Christ," Paul said. "Keep shooting," I said. "Katie, we can't really tell with your hands there. Can you put them on the top of your head?" She did so, offering us one of the most beautiful sights that we had ever seen. "Holy shit," Paul muttered. But he kept shooting. I turned to him. "As you may have guessed by now, Paul, Katie and I have been 'friends' for some time. She came over to our room here expressly for the purpose of having sex with me, and it would be a shame to deny her that. If you would agree to keep this just between us, we would agree to have you here—and even let you watch if you wish." "I could watch a football game any time," Paul said. "I don't think I'll see anything like this again." "Good, then we're in agreement—and I'll want the tape when you're finished shooting." "No problem." "Katie, come over here and show Paul what it is you would really like to do." Naked, she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "What would you like to do first?" I asked. "Perform oral sex," she said softly. "Is there another way to express that?" "....I would like to suck your cock." "Then do so." She unfastened the tie of my robe and opened it. Then she leaned over, took my growing cock in her hand and began to lick it. She had specialized the technique of performing slow and excruciating blowjobs. "Make sure you're in focus," I said to Paul. "No problem." He also looked like something was growing in his pants. "The door to the balcony is open," I noted. "None of our people are in the wing opposite, but someone could be watching us through their curtain. Do you want me to close the drape?" I asked her. "No. We already have one audience. More won't matter." She took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck on it in earnest. It did not take long for her to have me as hard as I could be. "Now what do you want to do?" I asked. "You could do the same thing to me." "Come here," I suggested. She straddled me with her naked body, then scooted up so her little muffin was right above my mouth. There was noting I liked more than a juicy muffin, so I began to lick her as she slowly lowered herself to me. Then I stuck my tongue inside of her. She drew in her breath sharply. "Jesus...," Paul muttered. I felt she was going to come in my mouth if I kept it up, so I took out my tongue. "Now what would you like to do?" I asked. "I would like you to fuck me,' she whispered. "Paul, have you ever seen a beautiful cheerleader get fucked before?" "No." "But you would like to." "I sure would." "Do it," I said to her. "Put it in." As she backed up along my body, I noticed a fluttering of the white curtain in the window across from us. "Someone is watching," I said. "Good. I hope they enjoy the show." She took my rigid cock and slowly impaled herself on it. When she was all the way to the bottom, she stayed there for a moment with her eyes closed. Then she slowly started going up and down on it. "I think I'm going to have a heart attack," Paul said. "Come in for a close up." He did so. I slid my finger along the wet edge of her pussy. "And have a taste." I held up my finger, and he licked it. "Oh God." "Peaches, right?" "Peaches." With one final thrust, I came inside of her, and I felt that she came as well. Simultaneous orgasm was one of the things she had perfected during her senior year. Unfortunately, our school did not win the cheerleader elimination, but a week later, I got a call from her. "Hi! It's me," she said. "If I bring the popcorn, I wondered if I could come over and watch a movie at your house on Friday night?" she asked. "You know the one I would like." "I would love it if you would come," I said. She laughed. "Oh, you know in advance I'm going to cum." The Cheerleader Ponygirl Sarah was just an 18 year old cute little High school senior cheerleader when she stumbled onto Sir Jeff's website about ponygirls. She was from a small farming town in the south, and being the curious girl, she started searching for more information. She spent many nights combing the internet for information, stories, pictures, and other useful information. She found out all about the training and stable lives of ponygirls, and as she learned more, she wanted to experience it for herself. Finally, as summer vacation was starting, she decided to be bold, and sat down on her computer, and wrote a letter to be posted on some websites dealing with ponygirls. She sent it out, along with her address and phone number, hoping to come across someone who could give her some experience as a ponygirl. Little did she know what was going to happen to her. Day 1- Capture Sarah awoke and decided she was going to go work out on her cheerleading routines. She showered and dressed in her blue and white uniform, then left her apartment. She walked down the road towards the school, intending on using the woods to make her trip shorter. As she entered the woods, 2 men jumped out from behind some trees, and quickly grabbed her, forcing her to the ground and quickly tying her hands behind her back, and stuffing a rubber ball gag into her mouth. Sarah felt herself lifted and tossed into the back of a van. The men took off down the road, while Sarah lay on the floor, trying to escape her bonds. One of the men came back to her struggling form, and started removing her cheer uniform. He started with her sneakers and socks, and then he removed her skirt and blue cheer panties. Once her lover half was nude, he tied her legs together, and then he untied her arms, to remove her top and bra. Sarah tried to resist, but the man spanked her ass till she was unable to prevent herself from being stripped. When he was done stripping her, he hogtied Sarah for the remainder of the trip. Chapter 2- Arrival and dressing out The van stopped after what seemed like a week on the road. Sarah was taken out of the van and taken to a large building. Sarah recognized it as a barn. She was placed on a table, where she was tied now, with her arms and legs spread. The men came in with some paper and tape measures, and Sarah found herself being measured all over. Soon, she saw one of the men coming back from a room, carrying many items of leather. She felt her ankle being untied, and a boot was slid up her foot, and secured. The men did the other foot, then took her off the table, and secured her arms above her head. Sarah felt a leather harness encircle her body, and watched as the men fastened the straps around her body. The straps went over her shoulders, in a v pattern, connecting to a strap that went under her breasts. There was a second belt around her waist, and a strap dangling behind her. Her breasts were slightly raised by the tit strap. Sarah wondered what the other strap was for, but soon figured it out, as one of the men bent her over, while the other went behind her. She felt the man behind her spread something on her rosebud, then a building pressure till something slid inside her. She squealed from behind her ball gagged mouth, but the men ignored her. The men straitened her up, then fastened the strap between her legs, puling it tight into her pussy. Sarah then had her arms lowered, and placed behind her back, into a single sleeve mitt. Her ball gag was removed, but before she could protest, a metal bit was placed in her mouth, and a leather bridle was fastened around her head. Two reigns were fastened to the ends of the bit, and Sarah was led out of the barn, to a robotic walking machine. Sarah struggled, but without her arms and the strange boots on her, and the tugging on the reigns, Sarah had no choice but to follow the men to the machine. Chapter 3 - Sarah becomes Morning Beauty Sarah was taken to the machine, and connected to one of the arms. Her bridle made an effective gag, as the only noises she could make were that of a pony. The men went to a control box, and entered in the time, and then the machine started. The men told Sarah to keep her knees coming up, or she would feel a crop, and sure enough, she felt the crop strikes, till she was lifting her knees high. She was kept on the machine all night and the next day, before being taken back into the barn. Sarah was led into a stall, but before she entered, the men showed her the door, on which was a nameplate reading "Morning Beauty, age 18, F". Sarah looked at it dumbly, till one of the men said that was her new name. She blinked, and then shivered in fright. She didn't want to be a pony forever. But the men pushed her into the stall, and then locked the door. Sarah paced the stall, looking for anything to help her escape, but without any luck. Her training continued for almost a month, before the ranch owner came to see her. The man was about 6'2, and looked to be in excellent physical shape. Sarah looked at him thru a small bared window in her stall, and was surprised when he came into her stall, and removed her bit. "Please let me go, Sir". Sarah said, in a weak voice. The man looked at her, and smiled. "Morning Beauty, you are my ponygirl. I will do with you what I want. However, I also know that you are on the local High School cheerleading squad. And I happen to like watching all of you girls doing your cheers. I am willing to allow you to retun to your school in the fall, to continue to cheerlead, provided you promise to follow some rules I will give you. Are you interested?" Sarah blinked at the man, then quickly nodded her head yes. "Good girl. Well here are the rules should you want to go out and back to school. First off, know this; I am friends with the local police sheriff, and the school principle. They both come out to my farm to watch the ponies put thru their paces. They report to me about any problems that arise, and would have no problem returning you to me if you decide to tell anyone of this. Now, as for you returning to school for the fall, I am willing to let you return to the school, provided you can convince 2 of your cheerleading friends to come visit my farm. They are going to become ponies, like you. During the summer, they will join you in this barn, and go thru the same training you do. And before you ask, part of your release is that you must return here during your breaks. Failure to do so will result in you being kept here for the remainder of your life." Sarah listened to the man speak, and after listening to the offer, she decided to take it. After all, she knew she could trick 2 of the girls to come with her. It wasn't that hard for a senior to bring two of the younger girls to a party. And what a surprise it would be for them. The Cheerleader: Rachel Watson This story is written via request, and is about my favorite cheerleader, Rachel Watson, formerly of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. ***** It is late spring, and NFL training camp is still a few months away. The offseason does, however, have its share of activities, including free agency and the NFL draft, and one of the rites of spring are NFL cheerleader tryouts. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers cheerleader tryouts are the one squad that I always keep an eye and ear out for. They're my favorite squad and have the NFL's most beautiful cheerleaders. One in particular has always caught my eye: 3 year veteran and team captain Rachel Watson. Tryouts have come and gone and once again my Rachel has made the squad and is captain once again. The girls head off to Hawaii for some well deserved R & R, and to shoot photos for the upcoming edition of the Buccaneers Cheerleader calendar. As luck would have it, I also happen to be in Hawaii on business the same time the squad is there and have been booked at the same hotel they're staying at. My meetings don't take too much time out of my schedule, which leaves me with a lot of free time. The concierge at the hotel was kind enough to let me know that the squad was having their photo shoot on a particular day and that if I were free, I could hang around and possibly see some of the girls have their photos taken. "That sounds great! I'll keep an eye out for them, especially Rachel Watson, she's my favorite." "Oh, you like Rachel, huh? Her photo shoot is happening tomorrow afternoon just after lunch." "Thanks for the info." Later that evening I come down to the hotel's restaurant for dinner. It is just me, so I ask for a seat at the bar so I can watch the ball game on the tv. During dinner, the volume got a little louder when a group of the girls came in for dinner and got a table just behind me. Yes, Rachel was part of the group. I looked over to see what the commotion was and saw the girls. I made eye contact with Rachel and smiled. She looked at me and said "Hi" Being a bit shy and tongue tied, I barely got off a "Hello" myself and wondered if she even heard it above the noise. I went back to my dinner as the girls sat down at their table and were chatting it up. Someone asked me what the score of the game was and I told them that the Yankees were losing. That was an open door to engage in some small talk and idle chatter, which helped me break the ice and get comfortable talking to these beauties. They introduced themselves to me. Besides Rachel, there was DeShay, Jessica, Jennifer and Barbara. That's quite a group of beauties. Rachel asked if I'd like to sit down and join them so I bring my drink with me and sit at the table with them. I end up staring at Rachel for periods of time, hoping that she doesn't notice. When ever she looks over, she gives me a smile. I don't stay long and head out for the evening. Before I leave Rachel tells me that they'll be around and that we should get together while we're in town. "I'd like that." I tell her. The girls have their photo shoot the next day and, with a tip from the hotel concierge, I make it a point to be outside and around during Rachel's photo shoot. My lord, she's beautiful. Rachel notices me there watching, or is it gawking, while she's having her photos taken. When she's finished and walks up to me and says "I see you found your way to the photo shoot. Are you going to buy a calendar when they come out?" "Of course." "I'm finished for the day, want to meet up for a drink in a few hours?" "Sure, what time?" "How about 6 PM in the hotel bar?" "I'll see you then Rachel." 6 PM comes around and Rachel makes her way down to the bar. She's dressed casually, but she still looks like a million bucks. We chat for hours, talking a little about everything. Something funny would come up and she'd laugh, putting her hand on my shoulder or hand. I enjoy it most when she'd grab my arm and lean against me when something humorous would come up. Rachel looks at her watch and notices that we've been in the hotel bar for four hours chatting. "It's getting late Brad. I was going to go up to my room. Would you like to come up?" "Uh, OK, sure." I wasn't expecting that but I wasn't going to let an opportunity like that pass me by. We get up to Rachel's room and we get to talking, only this time, the conversation takes a different turn. "You know Brad, I noticed last night that you were staring at me a lot. I also noticed that you came out for my photo shoot but didn't stick around for any of the other girls." "You noticed that, huh? All the girls are beautiful, but I have to admit, YOU are the one that caught my eye." I tell her. Rachel comes in front of me and extends her arms towards me, placing her forearms on my shoulders as her hands reach up and her fingers run through my hair. "I'm very flattered Brad. I have to admit you caught my eye too." Rachel leans in towards me and kisses me. It is a soft, but lingering and passionate kiss. When our lips part, she looks up at me with a smile as she bites her lower lip. She takes my hands and leads me over towards the bed. We sit down on the bed and continue kissing. My hands begin on her cheeks but make their way through her soft blonde hair. Rachel's hands make their way to my shirt as she starts to unbutton it one button at a time. I look at her while she does this. "Rachel, there's something I have to tell you." "I've never done this before." "Never done what?" she asks. "This...any of this. I've never done 'it' before." "Brad, are you a virgin?" she asks. I nod my head. She takes my hands and looks into my eyes. "Wow, that is sweet, and incredibly sexy." I tell her "It isn't something that I'm proud of. It is just the way things are." "Brad. No, no, no. That is a good thing. It shows that you're an honorable guy who doesn't sleep around. Mmmmm, this is going to be fun." Rachel continues to unbutton my shirt and remove my clothes, piece by piece. Her hands make their way towards my belt buckle and my pants and I'm getting nervous. "My god, Brad, are you ok? You're trembling." "I'm nervous as hell, that's all." Rachel kisses me and smiles. "That's so sweet." She unbuckles my belt and removes my pants and underwear and there I am completely nude in front of her with a raging hard on. Rachel takes her right hand and reaches down to touch it, gently taking the tips of her fingers on her right hand and softly runs them up from my scrotum, through my pubic hair and up the shaft to the head. I moan softly. "Your hand feels good Rachel." She starts to remove her clothes one at a time and I stand up to help her, disrobing one article of clothing after another while taking my hands and caressing her body. We're both finally nude in front of each other and I am in total awe of her. "My god Rachel, you are so beautiful." We make our way onto the bed. I sit down on the bed as Rachel guides me down, moves my legs and positions herself on top of me in the "Seesaw" I like this position. I'm able to wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me while I can look into Rachel's beautiful brown eyes. Rachel rocks her hips up and down on me, controlling the rhythm to create the level of stimulation that pleases her, and to prevent my virgin body from prematurely ejaculating. As my excitement builds, Rachel slows down to keep me from peaking too soon. I smile at her, then lean in towards her left ear. "Rachel, you smell so nice and your skin is so soft" I softly whisper into her ear. My breathing picks up as she can feel my hot breath on her ear as I kiss, then softly nibble on her ear. Rachel's shoulders move up and her head leans slightly to her right as she giggles. "Brad, that tickles." I move my head down towards her neck as I kiss and lick while her body rocks up and down on my pelvis. I hear Rachel's breathing pick up and a soft moan come out of her mouth. "Mmmmm, Brad, that feels good." Rachel's hands work her way from caressing my back to my front. She runs her thumbs and forefingers across my nipples and I let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhh Rachel. I like that." She moves off of my lap and lies on the bed next to me. Rachel slides down and spreads her legs assuming the missionary position. I move on top to mount her in the "Classic Missionary" I take slow hard thrusts into Rachel's body. She places her hands on my hips, guiding me into her and holding me in before I can slide back for my next thrust. I feel like I'm putting 40 years of sexual frustration into every thrust of my hips. Rachel and I continue in this position for some time. I want to get closer to her and my body shifts into a closer more intimate position once again, this time the "Close Embrace" Rachel whispers into my ear. "Take me from behind. I want it doggie style." I get up from on top of her as Rachel turns over and gets on all fours. She looks over her right shoulder and tells me "Put it deep inside of me." I take my erect seven inches and slide it in. Rachel lets out a moan. "Oh, that's it, that's the spot. Go harder...deeper" I thrust it insider of her...harder...faster...deeper...deeper. "Oh Brad, that's it, that's it." Harder...faster...deeper...deeper "Brad, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" Harder...harder...harder. "OH Brad, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING" I can feel Rachel's body as her orgasm goes through her entire body. Her breathing is fast, her moans are loud and her hips are thrusting back to meet mine. When her orgasm subsides, she leans forward with her head in the pillow trying to catch her breath. Her beautiful ass is still in the air with me still inside of her. I pull out and caress her ass and kiss her back and shoulders. She turns around and tells me to lie down. I get on my back as she straddles me in the "Wild Stallion" position It doesn't take long before Rachel drives me to climax. Rachel speeds up her rhythm and keys on my breathing and my body. My orgasm fills my body beginning with my penis and spreading through my legs, hips, upper torso all the way up to my head. "OH MY GOD RACHEL, I'M GONNA CUM." "That's it Brad, let it go, let it go." "OOOOHHHHH RACHEL!! YESSSSS. I'M CUMMING!!" The sensation is absolutely incredible. As the orgasm flows through my body like a wave the words just come out. "I LOVE YOU RACHEL" Once my orgasm subsides, I lie on the bed, with Rachel still on top of me. I look into her eyes and can only come up with one word. "wow" She giggles. "It looks like someone isn't a virgin anymore." I blush. "I know. It was wonderful. I'm glad it was you that was my first." Rachel rolls off of me just to my left and rests her head in my armpit leaning against my shoulder. I lean my head next to hers as we lie in bed together and cuddle. "You're still trembling Brad." "I know. I can't stop." "Just relax...for now. We're not done yet. Do you want to do it again?" "Rachel, do you really need to ask?" Rachel and I continue our lovemaking throughout the evening using a variety of positions from the Kama Sutra. Rachel awakens in the morning to room service and a very fulfilled and content bedmate. "I took the liberty of ordering room service. With what we did last night, we need something to eat to maintain our energy." As we eat breakfast, we continue chatting while we cuddle and shower each other with affection. "Brad, how is it that you went so long being a virgin. You're a very sweet and attentive lover. A lot of girls missed the boat on you." "I'm glad you didn't Rachel. I just hope this wasn't a one night thing. I'd love to see you again." "And I, you, Brad. Don't worry. I'd love to see you again too." The end...or the beginning? The Cheerleader Rubber Ponygirls Sarah was like the rest of the college cheerleaders at her school. She knew she could have any boy she wanted. But little did she, or the other girls, would get when they crossed the wrong guy. It happened when the squad was on its way back from an away game at Flagler College. Flagler was UWO's rival, and for the past five years UWO had not had a win against them. Then the game came when UWO won. Sarah and the girls went wild. As the squad boarded the bus home, the driver kept looking at the girls, smiling. Sarah was rather put out by this brazen display of male attention, however, and promptly told the driver that if he didn't stop staring at her and the other girls, there would be trouble. Sarah didn't realize it, but the driver wasn't a lecherous old fool, he was actually evaluating each girl for a position at a secluded farm in central FL. The bus departed the Flagler parking lot, and headed for the highway. The girls in the back began to make some noise, celebrating the win. Sam, the bus driver, however, was getting ready to spring the trap. The bus had been modified so that the driver and the passengers were separated by a plastic divider. This divider was airtight, making Sam's job a lot easier. Sam reached down on the control panel, and sealed off the passenger compartment. Then a sleeping gas was spread throughout the compartment, rendering each girl unconscious. Sam then sped off into the Florida back roads, heading to the farm. Arrival When the bus arrived at the Circle R ranch, Sam unsealed the compartment, and ranch hands quickly boarded and started carrying the unconscious girls off the bus. The girls were taken to a room in a nearby barn. Each girl was stripped of her uniform, and then dumped into a permanent hair removing solution. As the girls were removed from the tank, each was folded into a rubber enclosure suit. Some suits were brown, other black, and a few were colored like a cow. Once each girl was in her suit, the suits were sealed permanently. The ranch hands then carried the rubber covered girls into separate stalls to be fitted with their tack. Each girl got a set of hoof boots, which came up to her knees. She also got a silver half bikini bottom and silver bikini top. The bottom left her rubber encased ass exposed. The girls also each got a rubber bridle, complete with horse ears and blinders. To top it off, each girl had her hands secured inside the suit, making it appear she didn't have any arms. As a final touch, a metal collar was locked around each girl's neck, with a chain securing them inside the stall. The 2 cow girls were treated a little differently. For them, they received no coverings, but instead, they were forced into a four legged position. Their knees were folded back into the suit, forcing them to move on hands and knees. Their breasts were given a hormone booster shot, inducing them to lactate. These two girls were destined to join the other unfortunates who were the farm's milk suppliers. These two girls were chosen mainly because they had DD cup breasts, while the ponygirls were chosen because they were just A, B, and one C cup. As Sarah and the other girls awoke from their sleep, they began to realize something dreadful had happened. They began to explore their bodies and their surroundings. Each gave a scream as she discovered her conversion, and as they realized the others were nearby, began shouting around the bit gags, trying to get answers. The ranch hands were used to this behavior from the new inductees, and allowed them to continue for half an hour, until the noise died down. Then the ranch hands went to work. Sarah's experience Sarah looked out her stall door as her friends were taken one at a time outside. Then two ranch hands came for her. One clipped some reigns onto her bit gag, while the other unclipped the chain holding her in the stall. "Now listen, pony. Keep your knees parallel to the ground when you step. If you don't, you get hit with the crop until you do. We are going to take you out, and attach you to a mechanical walker with your friends. All of you will be hit until you all get it right and keep doing it right." The ranch hand showed Sarah the crop, then said, "Giddy up". Sarah began to march step out of the stall, but she wasn't doing it quite to the satisfaction of the ranch hand, and her bottom flared as the crop made contact. Sarah wanted to scream, wanted to protest, but she knew the ranch hands could hurt her more. And so, she marched out to the machine. As she neared it, she gasped in shock. All but two of her friends were there, in different colors. She quickly counted the ten brown and nine black ponies. From her earlier observations of herself, she knew she was black as well. Then the ranch hand smacked her bottom again, and she was placed into the last open position. The machine began moving, and ranch hands were swishing each girl's ass. It was a long morning for the girls. They marched and marched, and each time one made a mistake, all the girls received a smack. By lunch time, the girls were doing better, and the number of swats had decreased. At the end of the day, the machine was finally turned off, and the girls were led back to their stalls, fed some oatmeal and watered, then the stalls were closed, and the girls drifted off to sleep. Training Continued As the days and weeks passed, Sarah continued to improve. About two weeks into the training regime, the girls were fitted with a tail. This tail was connected to the back of the rubber suit using special glue. Once attached, it could not be removed. The girls now were almost complete in their transformation into true rubber ponygirls. Seven months after their capture, each girl was taken out of her stall one final time, to a surgery. There she was placed on a table, and put to sleep. While asleep, each girl had a rubber tube inserted into her pussy, thereby allowing anyone to fuck them, without the girls being able to get any real sexual release from the act. Also, the girls vocal chords were snipped, leaving them to only whinny. After the operation, the girls continued on their training, until the following September. Sale "Come on, pony. It is your big day today." The ranch hand appeared at the stall door. Sarah looked up, and whinnied at the ranch hand. Seeing Sarah the pony always game the man a hard on, and since no one would be around to watch, the man decided to test out the new additions before the sale. Sarah watched as the man came into her stall, then moved behind her. Expecting to be led out, Sarah was unprepared as she felt the man grow close to her. She felt her tail being lifted, then a strange feeling. It felt like there was something in her, but she didn't know what it was. Then she heard it. The man was breathing hard. She was being raped! Sarah whinnied in fear, but the man continued, not caring. Sarah could only whinny as the man gave a shuttering groan, then shot his load into her rubber sleeve. The ranch hand smiled, and then returned his spent cock to his pants. He took some reigns, and led Sarah out of her stall, towards a small building near the main road. Sarah noticed a large number of horse trailers, and wondered what was going on. Each rubber ponygirl was taken out of her stall one final time, usually after the ranch hands had their fun with the rubber ponies, and led to a different barn. As the girls looked around, each noticed the number of horse trailers present, and had a feeling they were to be leaving the farm. As the girls joined in the line, the lead pony was led on a stage, and shouting quickly began. The ponies listened as unknown people shouted ever increasing amounts of money to the auctioneer. With a bang, the gavel fell, and the lead pony was sold. As each girl realized what was happening, each prayed for a miracle. As luck would have it, there was not a miracle for most of the team. They were sold off individually or in pairs to farms across Florida. As the rubber ponies were taken away, each began dreading the way they had behaved. Perhaps there was a reason not to win the game versus Flagler College. The Cheerleader Spanking Coach Thomson was proud of his squad as he watched them perform on stage. He thought, without that little bit of help, we would never had made it to nationals. Smiling, the coach thought back to that week at the beginning of the term..... Three Months Earlier... "Coach, do you have a minute?" Coach Thomson looked up from his desk, and saw Emily, the senior captain on the cheerleading squad standing in his door, looking nervous. "Of course I do, Emily. Come in and sit down." Coach Thomson was always proud of the senior girls. But Emily looked sad. "Coach, I am not going to be able to be on the squad this year. My grades were poor, and my parents don't want me to loose any hope of getting a scholarship to state." Emily was sad at having to tell the coach this. She really wanted to be on the squad, but usually her parents wanted her to do something else. "Emily, you know state offers scholarships in cheerleading, don't you?" Coach Thomson didn't want to loose any of the girls. The squad was almost all seniors, and one junior. The JV squad was coming up, but it was the senior's turn to be at nationals. Coach had devised a whole new training routine, and everything. "Yes Coach, I know they do, but my parents want an academic scholarship." "I see. Perhaps if I called them, and explained that the squad has an excellent chance of making it to nationals, they might reconsider." "You can try; coach, but I don't know what good it will be." "Emily, before I call them, are you willing to do extra work and studying? I wouldn't want your grades to suffer if they do allow you to remain on the squad." "Of course, Coach. Anything! I really want to be on the squad this year." "Ok, Emily. Let me make some calls. Come see me after classes today. In the meantime, go get your uniform for the year, and don't forget, since it is the start of the year, you need to wear it to class." "Yes, coach. I'll see you after class." Coach Thomson spent the better part of the morning talking to some friends at the state university, then talking to some of Emily's teachers. The problem seemed to be a lack of motivation to get her work done. The teachers said she has the smarts and the potential, just not the discipline. Coach Thomson then called Emily's parents, and listened to their reasoning, and finally he put them in touch with the state university's cheerleading coach. In the end, Emily was allowed to be on the squad, provided she maintained a B in every class. Coach Thomson was thrilled. When Emily's parent's said that they would like to come in and talk to the coach in person, Coach Thomson invited them to his office the following day. That afternoon in the coach's office. "Emily, I have some good news. Your parent's have decided to allow you to remain on the squad. However, both the state cheerleading coach and your parents have decided that you need to maintain a B in every class. Do this, and you can remain on the squad. Your teachers have agreed to keep me informed of your grades, and your parents are coming to meet me tomorrow. You and I will probably need to talk once your parents are done, but if you want to come and listen, you may. Do you understand and agree?" Emily smiled brightly "yes, coach. Thank you." Coach Thomson smiled as Emily turned and left his office, her uniform skirt swishing as she walked down the hall. This was going to be a good year, if he played his cards right. The next Day. Coach Thomson greeted Emily's mother and father, and Emily, and invited them in to sit down. Emily's parents were skeptical at best, but after Coach Thomson explained his idea to Emily's parents, they reluctantly agreed that if Emily was willing to put forth the effort, both in class and on the squad, then she should be given the chance. Then Coach Thomson dropped the penalty system he had devised. Their eyes were mixed. Emily was red in the face, while her mom was shocked. Emily's dad, however, had a nod of approval on his face. "Emily, since you want this, I will leave it up to you." Her father always let her make decisions like this. While her mother was shaking her head in disbelief, Emily considered it. "Ok, coach. If you think this will help, I am willing to go with it." "In that case, Emily, I would like you and your parents to sign this form." Coach Thomson slid the permission form over the desk. Watching, Emily and her parent's signed the form. Things were definitely looking good. 2 Weeks later..... "Emily, come to my office after practice. We need to talk." Coach Thomson knew that Emily was starting to let her grades slip a little. Her math teacher had come to the coach, and told him that Emily was loosing her focus. Well, the coach knew how to help with that. Emily colored a little, then nodded her consent, and returned to her tumbling practice. Her skirt flipped up in back, showing off her blue panties, and then tumbled back in place. Emily walked up to the coach's office, still in her uniform. She knocked on the door, and then entered. "You wanted to see me, coach?" "Yes, Emily. Your math teacher came by, and let me know your math performance was starting to slip. Is there anything I can do for you to help in math, like finding a tutor?" "No thanks, coach. It was just I had thought the equations meant one thing, when they were actually for something else. I guess it was just a brain fart or something." "Emily, part of you being on the squad is to do your best. I know of a few good math professors and students at the college. I am sure any of them would be able to help you if you need the help." "Well, ok, coach. If you think it is needed, I could go and talk to one of them." "Good, Emily. But, since your math teacher told me, instead of asking for help, you know what that means don't you?" Emily knew. She had signed the form, after all. "Yes coach, I do know. And I am ready." "Then follow me, Emily." Coach Thomson got up from his desk, and led Emily to a supply room behind his office. As he pushed the door open, Emily saw for the first time, the old school spanking machine. The machine looked really old, but Emily could see where Coach Thomson had been able to make some repairs and improvements. Where the original had been a hand operated unit, Coach Thomson had installed an electronic control consol and motor. Emily also saw that the padding to lie over had been redone, and there were now leather restraints instead of the ropes. "Very well, Emily. Since this is your first trip into the machine, let me point out some of the improvements. First off, since you are over 18, you can remove your cheer panties, and bend over the rail." Emily reluctantly did son, and continued to listen as coach Thomson secured her into the machine. "Emily, in your left hand, is a buzzer control switch. If you press the button, a buzzer will sound in my office, and I can come in and check on you. However, if you do make me come in before time is up without a good reason, then you will be removed from the squad. Also, there is a computer control center. Since this is your first time, and this is only a warning, I will set the setting low. However, if there is no improvement, the settings will be increased. If there still isn't any improvement, you are off the squad. So, if you are ready, I will begin the machine." Emily clenched her bottom in anticipation, then a brush of air. SWISH "Well, Emily, the machine seems to be working. For your first punishment, this is level 1 for 20 minutes. Let's see how you do." Coach Thomson engaged the leather paddle, and then stood back. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Emily wiggled as best she could, but she was feeling the impacts. She didn't think it was bad at first, but it had only been a few seconds. Coach Thomson smiled, watching Emily's cute butt giggle after the impacts. After a minute, he turned, and left the room. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK The machine was relentless. There was no stopping, no pleading, just the hum of the motor, and the impact of the paddle. Emily continued to feel the blows, her bottom beginning to tingle. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 20 minutes later the machine clicked off, the paddle stopped, and Coach Thomson was in the room, helping to remove Emily from the machine. "Well, Emily, are you going to try harder in your classes?" "Yes coach, I am. Do you have the number of one of the college tutors you were mentioning earlier? I really could use some help in math, and probably could use some help in looking over my English composition." "Of course I do, Emily. Here is the main university number. I would recommend talking to the cheerleading coach, since she knows the girls on the squad who could probably help you the most. I hope you don't have to come back here again, Emily." Coach Thomson smiled. He was sure he would be seeing Emily on the machine again, or else hearing from the state coach about Emily. Smiling, he turned to the other cheerleader sitting in his office. "So, Sarah, what can I help you with?" Yes, it was good to be the coach. The Cheerleader Tryouts As the time went by in the early fall that year, Eric and I went out several times. Each time we would do something different; the first time we went out we made love, the second time we fucked, and the third time we screwed our little brains out. I began to learn the intricacies of football, as we would be laying together somewhere; both of us stone cold stark naked and Eric would lightly diagram certain game situations and/or specific plays with a red magic marker. For instance, if the offensive team had the football at my navel and was headed downwards, Eric might diagram a play in which the quarterback would step back two steps, stop, look around quickly, fake a pass by pumping once, but not following through, faking a handoff to the back crashing by him and then turning and following the back into the four hole and hopefully running safely behind him and scoring a touchdown at my pussy! More often than not these skull sessions would be interrupted by something large moving and becoming wedged in my endzone! Quite naturally after a few of these sessions, I decided I wanted to be a cheerleader and I was bright red from my tits to my cunt from the magic marker. Haha! Just kidding, but not about wanting to be a cheerleader. Now, of course I couldn’t be a varsity cheerleader, because I was only a freshman. Although I was allowed to go out for the varsity, Eric advised me that I should stick with the freshman team. When I mentioned it to Kristine and Nicole, they said they wanted to do it too. I thought that was way cool, so we went out for cheerleader tryouts together. The university freshman football schedule began later, because no one knew who the frosh team would consist of until the semster started, when both the beginning students would come out for tryouts and it became clear which freshmen weren’t ready to play on the varsity. The varsity had already won its first two games by lopsided scores by the time the freshman football team would be officially formed. Now of course you have to understand that up until a certain point I had nothing to do with this one. This particular incident was actually caused by Kristine and Nicole, who thought they were protecting me. I think it turned out they were incorrect in their assumptions, but their hearts were in the right place, at least. In my case, my everything is in the right place! We already had realized we were going to be chosen for the squad just for the reason that Eric had mentioned and there was another girl, who I thought was certain to be chosen also. Kristine and Nicole strongly disliked her, and said they thought she was a hoity-toity stuck-up bitch, but I strongly disagreed with that. I explained to them that I thought she was just shy and didn’t know anybody in the school and acted that way, because she was attempting to keep others at arms’ length to protect herself. Maybe she had had some bad experiences while in high school school. Her name was Rebecca and I later found out she was a year older than me. That was another thing she felt badly about. She thought if people knew she was a year older, they’d think she had failed because she was stupid, but that wasn’t the case. It was just when she was young her family had moved so much she ended up losing a year. She was very, very pretty with light brunette hair streaked with blonde highlights, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was between five feet, three and five feet, four inches tall and appeared to have a figure beneath her clothing that promised earthly delights, if you know what I mean; just the kind of firmness that most young men love – me too! Mwahaha. Apparently in this particular case, it didn’t matter to Kristine and Nicole what I thought about it, because they just went about their evil machinations in secret. My good friends would seem to have a promising future in wardrobe design for a major movie studio, as they waited one day for Rebecca to leave, while I was still back in the shower room masturbating. That was another thing that put my friends off about the young woman. They insisted, since she never showered after practice, that there was something hideously wrong with her or even – gasp – she was really a boy! I attempted to explain again to them that this fit my theory that she was just shy and non-trusting, but they just didn’t want to hear it. To return to the day in question, immediately after Rebecca left to go home, Kristine and Nicole popped open her locker easy as pie despite it being secured with a combination lock. I had shown them how to do that. Oh, bad me! – slaps self. They substituted her cheer leaders’ uniform with another one they had doctored. I don’t know exactly what they did, but apparently they had loosened some threads here and loosened some threads there. They removed entire sections by taking the threads out and then refastening them very weakly. We had matching cotton panties and a bra that went with the uniform and they had even ‘fixed’ those. Placing the substituted uniform and underwear into Rebecca’s locker, Kristine fastened the combination lock and no one was the wiser. At least I certainly wasn’t when I finally came out of the locker room, and Kristine and Nicole started kidding me about why did it take me so long to shower. I did notice on the way home that, at certain times, they would shoot looks at each other and giggle. But you know young women, if you worried every time they did something like that you’d end up a blithering idiot. I mean more than you are now – Mwahaha! After classes the next day we all went down to the locker room as usual to dress out for cheerleader tryouts. When we arrived I noticed that Rebecca must have rushed from her last class and came straight to the locker room to undress in privacy. I casually mentioned that as we were changing and Kristine shot another pointed glance at Nicole. At the time, I really didn’t think much about it, but later I remembered it. We left the locker room and went outside to the athletic field, where the varsity, and freshman teams were all practicing at different ends of the field. Our cheerleader tryouts happened to be held that day on the sideline where the varsity was practicing. I really dug that because every once in a while I could see Eric and he would wave at me when the coaches weren’t watching. The woman, who was in charge of our tryouts, finally came out. Naturally enough she is not a physical ed teacher, because all of them are involved with coaching various sports. She was one of those cutesy drama instructors, who was a cheerleader in high school and she thought she was so precious. You know the type, I’m sure. Her name was Ms. Lyons but she insisted we call her Bettina, when we weren’t in class with her. I guess if I were a guy I wouldn’t have minded jumping her bones some because she was very cute, but she didn’t turn me on at all. I couldn’t stand her personally and she was very small standing about five foot. That was way too small as far as I’m concerned. It’d be like fucking a child. Bettina had us do some basic warmup exercises, nothing very strenuous – just something designed to stretch the muscles out some before starting the actual drills. She had us do this in order to help avoid such things as hamstring pulls, and turned ankles and such. Then Bettina clapped her hands in an over exuberant manner calling us to begin our drills. She shouted out the first exercise, which involved two of the participants providing a base for the third participant to climb up, so the actual cheer involves the third person having one leg on each of the two girls she is standing between. I know you’ve seen something like this before. Anyway unluckily for Rebecca, she was the middle participant between Nicole and Kristine. I’m positive, although they never would admit it, that as soon as Rebecca began climbing up on them, not being content with knowing that her uniform would quickly fall apart from the areas they had loosened on it, Kristine and Nicole began to ‘help’ by grabbing at certain threads while they were helping her up. By the time Rebecca had achieved the top height of standing with one leg on each of their shoulders, her entire uniform including her underwear had just seemed to melt away with pieces of it tumbling everywhere. Rebecca did the worst possible thing she could have done upon discovering that she was now standing stark naked almost five and half feet off the ground. She began to scream calling attention to herself from all over the field. And as luck would have the varsity was on a short water break, so she got all of their undivided attention too. It used to be in football that the coaches thought it was bad to give water breaks, but since all those athletes have dropped dead down here in this hellish Florida heat, a player only has to look slightly hot and he can get some water. The guys were whistling and hollering and I’d agree it was with good cause. Rebecca was every bit as beautiful beneath her clothing as I’d thought she’d be; nice high firm breasts with luscious appearing nipples, a figure that went down to a narrow waist and then flared out nicely at the hips, fine looking legs, and beautiful pubic hair that was blonde streaked that matched the hair on her head. The totally naked girl continued to scream completely out of control, as Kristine and Nicole were holding her legs in a manner that prevented her from jumping to the ground. Before I could reach their side to convince them to lower her, Bettina became involved and ordered them in no uncertain terms to allow the now crying girl to jump down. As soon as they acquiesced to the teacher’s order, Rebecca raced toward the girls’ dressing room and soon had disappeared into the building. Stopping to give my friends a substantial angry stare, I then informed Bettina that I would go talk to the hysterical student. Bettina immediately appeared grateful and thanked me. I don’t know what they teach these people in college, but it sure isn’t anything about how to help a student. I hurried after Rebecca into the school. I went straight to the women’s locker room, because I assumed she wouldn’t have headed anywhere else in the school since she wasn’t dressed. Upon entering the locker room, I initially didn’t observe her anywhere, but then I heard her weeping. I finally located her back in the shower room. I’m not sure what led her back there, but I was thinking she probably just instinctively went as far away from others as she could. She was slumped on the floor in the corner of the shower room. I didn’t want to scare her, so upon entering the room, I spoke, “Rebecca?” “Go away.” I treaded my way to where I was standing directly behind her. I placed my hand on her bare back. I felt a distinct shudder run through her and she attempted to pull away. “Go away,” she repeated. “Rebecca,” I began, “it’s not the end of the world. It’ll be alright.” “They all saw me naked!” the young woman wailed and began loud weeping again. So far I wasn’t doing very well with this crisis counseling bullshit. “So what?” I rejoined. “I’ve been naked in public hundred of times.” “Yeah,” Rebecca replied bitterly, “I’ve heard about you, you’re crazy.” Actually I wanted to laugh and agree with her, but I realized that wouldn’t help her. I attempted a different tack. “Rebecca, do you like men?” I asked. The very attractive young woman stopped crying and half turned her head peering at me with a sudden quizzical expression across her facial features. “Of course,” she replied tentatively. “Well, then,” I responded, knowing I was beginning to get to her. “You’ll have plenty of requests for dates this afternoon. Wait until Kristine and Nicole see how they actually helped you. Man, will they be pissed. And look at this way – you’ve now entered legendary status in the history of our university. In three short weeks you’ve managed to accomplish something that will be remembered fondly forever.” Luckily enough for me and I guess for Rebecca in the long run, she had a good sense of humor and began to see the absurdity in the whole thing from what had happened to her to my own rather insane blathering and she began to giggle. Soon she was laughing uproarishly and I joined in. As soon as I thought it was safe, I reached down and helped her off the shower room floor and just held her in my arms as one would hold a small child. I had no sexual thoughts at that particular moment, which was highly unusual for me. Finally stepping back, Rebecca was able to offer me a small smile and she murmured thank you. I of course told her that anytime I could help I would be glad to. As I started to turn away, Rebecca asked, “Are you bi?” That question caught me a bit by surprise, but I answered, “Why, yes. Are you?” “No, I don’t think so,” the naked beauty replied. “At least I never have been, but I wondered if you would like me to kiss you one time as a way of thanking you for your kindness.” I certainly knew a come-on line when I heard one, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her in an embrace holding her close to my body. She was shaking slightly and I don’t think it was because she was cold. Rebecca was slightly taller than me and I looked up into her winsome face and murmured, “You are so beautiful and feel so good. I could stay like this for hours.” The young woman flushed and didn’t say anything, but neither did she complain or pull away. Finally I began to kiss her on the lips; gently at first until I could tell she was somewhat comfortable with it and then I began to kiss her more passionately. As Rebecca began to respond in like kind she slightly opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue in. She moaned and put her hands under my cheerleader sweater and rubbed them all over my back. I lowered my hand and cupped her breast. It was fulsome and firm. She gasped when I lowered my head and began to suckle her nipple and then she began to squirm. I don’t believe anyone had ever done that for her. When I moved my mouth to her other nipple, Rebecca reached down and grasped the bottom of my sweater and pulled it completely over my head and then down my arms and off my body. Again the good looking young woman gasped; this time when she became cognizant of my bare breasts. She hadn’t realized that I hadn’t been wearing the standard issued cheerleading bra. I lowered my right hand down to her pussy and stuck my middle finger in and began probing with it. Again Rebecca began moaning and writhing against me. She whispered, “I’m a virgin.” I whispered in return, “Well love, I don’t have the physical equipment to remedy that particular problem,” causing her to giggle. When I moved my hand against her clit feeling it grow hard, she pushed my short skirt to the floor. “My God!” she exclaimed. “You weren’t wearing any panties either!” “I never wear underwear,” I explained. “I like to always be ready for action.” As Rebecca was thinking about that, I lowered to my knees and began to thrust my tongue hard against her clitoris again and again harder and harder. She was tearing at my hair with her hands while moaning and arching her back. It was getting hard for me to control her and I had to pull her closer by placing my hands on her beautiful bottom. I could tell she was getting very close and I went at her clitoris even harder and was pulling her pussy right up into my face. Suddenly Rebecca cried out, “Oh Sara! I’m cuuuummming!” And she did. All over my face. Later, after Kristine and Nicole came in and finally apologized to Rebecca after I glared at them long enough and she was kind enough to forgive them, we all left together; another member having been added to our group. Mwahaha! The End The Cheerleader's Ass When Amanda was in high school, she was a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls there. This was a high point in her life and she likes to relive it with me sometimes, putting on a costume similar to the one she wore then and pretending to want to save her virginity. Since graduating from high school, she has completed college, been married and divorced and has had several affairs but we ignore those facts. Both of us have fun pretending, especially with what we do to avoid breaking her non-existent cherry. The last time was at her house where we were watching television and smooching like teenagers. She was wearing a red and white pleated cheerleaders' skirt and a matching white pullover sweater. They had been bought from a store that specializes in costumes people wear for role-playing and this was one of their more popular ones. Amanda still had her outfit from high school and it looked much like the one she was wearing but she had put on quite a bit of weight of weight since she was a teenager, making her much sexier. The original was too small for her so she didn't wear it except that she had removed the block letter and sewn it onto the sweater from the store. The scenario was that her parents were on an overnight trip, leaving their daughter home alone. They were not concerned because, at eighteen years old, she could take care of herself. As we kissed, I put my hand on her bare belly and on the next kiss, I sneaked it up to cup her breast. Although she had worn a bra while leading cheers, she had omitted it tonight to help the story along. Amanda pushed my hand away. "Stop that, George. I'm not that kind of girl." She wasn't angry, not even pretend angry. She might pretend to be indignant but she would not be angry. We kissed again and my hand was right back under her sweater. This time she let it stay for a few seconds before pushing it away. "Quit squeezing me like that. I'm not a cow to be milked, you know." "Aw, Mandy, don't be like that. You're so sweet and beautiful, I can't keep my hands off you." "Just don't squeeze me. You can touch but don't squeeze." After making that concession, she pulled her sweater up so my hands could get under it better. "That's better," she said as I touched one nipple with my fingertips. "It even feels kind of nice. You can be gentle if you want to be." "I know something that feels even better." When she made no objection, I raised her sweater so it was bunched above her breasts. With both of them fully exposed, I leaned forward and briefly licked one nipple then the other. I could feel them start to harden. "Oooh, that feels really good. Your tongue feels so tickly." "It'll feel even better if I take this off." I started to raise her sweater more. Amanda raised her arms and I pulled it up, over her head and off her arms and hands. She was naked above the waist and she turned and smiled at me, thrusting out her chest as if to invite me to lick her nipples some more. I tossed her sweater across the arm of the sofa and answered her invitation. Cupping one breast under either hand, I resumed licking her nipples, moving my tongue back and forth between them and feeling them starting to grow erect. "Mmmm," Amanda murmured. "That feels really nice. I'm starting to get tingly." I wanted her to be more than just tingly so I drew one of her luscious globes into my mouth and started sucking, while my tongue continued to lick her nipple and areola. Again I switched my attentions back and forth between her breasts, which were cupped in my hands. Amanda was really enjoying what I was doing; her upper body was squirming on the sofa as she thrust her succulent twin beauties out to meet my mouth. "Oooh. Oooh, that feels really, really good." She was enjoying what I was doing but she suddenly put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me away. Crossing her arms against her breasts to conceal them from me, Amanda said, "That feels really good, George, but I don't think we should be doing this." "What's the matter, Mandy? I thought you said you liked that. Don't you want to have some fun?" "I did like it and it was fun but I think we'd better stop before we do something we shouldn't. You know I'm a virgin and I want to stay one until I get married. Now hand me my sweater" I held her sweater in one hand and when she reached out for it, I grabbed her wrist and held her hand against my cock, which had gotten hard while I had been licking and sucking her breasts. "What about me, Mandy? Look what you've done to me. When a guy gets like this, unless his girlfriend does something for him, it hurts a lot. I might even get sick and have to go to the hospital." Amanda squeezed my cock slightly, making it even harder. "Gee, George, I don't want you to get sick but what can I do about it?" She pumped my cock twice. "Do you want me to use my hand like this?" "Ow! No. It hurts when you squeeze me like that. What about using your mouth to keep me out of the hospital?" "I'm not gonna let you put your nasty old thing in my mouth." "We have to do something or I'll be sick. What about your fanny?" "My fanny? Do you mean put your thing in my poo hole?" "Yes" Oh, yuck. That sounds so gross. I've never heard of such a thing. Besides, wouldn't that hurt?" "It's not gross and it doesn't hurt. All my friends tell me they do it with their girlfriends and the girls really like it. I'm surprised they don't tell you about it because it's fun for everybody. Please? I can feel my thing starting to hurt already." "Well, okay, I guess. If all the other girls do it, it must be okay. What do I have to do?" "Kneel here on the floor with your skirt raised." Amanda raised the front of her skirt and knelt in front of the sofa so I could raise the back. The cheerleader costume includes satin panties that match the red stripes on the skirt, and she waited for me to remove them. Carefully, I pulled the garment down and around her lovely ass and down her thighs. Still in character, she waited for further directions. "Okay. Now lift your knees one at a time because I have to take the panties all the way off." When they were off I tossed them aside and Amanda was naked below the waist, except for her shoes and socks. "Are you staring at my bare rear end?" "Oh, no, Mandy. I won't even look at you any more than I have to you to get my thing inside you." That was a lie because I was looking very hard at Amanda's curvaceous ass. It was so beautiful that I leaned forward and kissed both cheeks. I thought I heard her giggle but she didn't say anything because we didn't want to get too far out of character. "Now what do you want me to do?" "Reach your hands back here," I told her. When she did, I placed them so she could spread her ass cheeks for me. "After I'm ready, you'll have to hold your fanny open." I took a condom out of my pocket and, after pulling my pants and underwear down, opened its package. Amanda heard me opening the pack and putting it on and she turned around to glare at me. "Are you putting one of those rubber thingies on your thing? How come you have one of those with you? Did you think I would let you break my cherry? Could I get pregnant from this?" "Oh, no, Mandy. You can't get pregnant and I don't want to break your cherry. I just always carry one of these thingies with me. All guys do." That was the truth. When I was a teenager, I and all other teenage boys carried condoms with us at all times, in the remote possibility that we would get lucky. I never got lucky and I think hardly anybody else did either. It was actually more an indication of supposed manhood than being ready for sex. "Okay, Mandy. Now spread your fanny open." Earlier, I had left a towel and a tube of Aquaglide by the sofa leg and now I picked up the lubricant, opened it and put the nozzle just inside her adorable pink rosebud. After squeezing in a good dollop, I applied more to the edges of the hole I would soon be penetrating. Carefully, I pushed my finger into Amanda's ass and spread the lubricant around inside. "What is that icky stuff? Why are you putting it in my poo hole? Are you sure this won't hurt? "I know this won't hurt, Mandy. I would never do anything to hurt you. This is just so my thing will slide into you easier." After I applied some of the Aquaglide to my cock, I told Amanda I was ready. She was still holding her ass cheeks apart for me so I reached in and opened her sphincter with my fingers. Holding her open with the fingers of one hand and guiding my cock with the other, I put the tip right against her rosebud and gave a little push. "Oh!" Mandy said when the head of my cock penetrated her ass. "Did that hurt?" "A little. Just at first. It feels better now. I thought you said this wouldn't hurt." "It was just a little and it won't hurt at all any more. I promise. Keep holding your fanny open, though." I leaned forward and pushed an inch of my cock into her ass. "Mmmm. That feels nice. It doesn't hurt at all now." "See. I told you I wouldn't hurt you." Using the towel, I wiped the excess lubricant off my hands. For leverage and steering, I put my hands on Amanda's lovely round hips and eased another inch of my cock into her. "Oooo, I like that. That feels good. We should have done this a long time ago." Slowly and always gently, I continued stroking my cock in and out of Amanda and she started cooing happily and pushing her ass back to meet me. That may have been slightly out of her character but it increased our fun so nobody was complaining about it. With every thrust, a little more of my cock entered her until it was imbedded all the way to my pubic hair. "Oh, George, that feels wonderful," she enthused. "Now, give my ass a really good fucking." She had come completely out of character but that was allright with me. The role-play had been fun and had served its purpose. Amanda continued cooing; she really loves having her ass fucked and has told me it is by far her favorite sexual activity. It is certainly one of my favorites, especially with someone as curvy and beautiful as she is, and I was sighing with the pleasure I was getting from the way her marvelous ass squeezed the entire length of my cock on every stroke. We fucked for a long time, both of us immensely enjoying ourselves, until she changed her movements, jamming her knees one at a time into the floor as she thrust back to meet me. This had a twisting effect when I plunged my cock into her ass, increasing my pleasure. It increased her pleasure too, I could tell because of the way her upper body was writhing on the sofa and from her happy moans. As we continued, it felt better and better to both of us. Every time I drove my cock into her, my balls were pressed against her pussy and I could feel her juices dripping. They ran down my balls and my legs and down her legs too, their delightful fragrance adding to my excitement and driving me to fuck even harder, to the immense pleasure of both of us. Amanda's moans turned to whimpers and she reached back again to spread her ass cheeks, hoping to get a fraction of inch more of my cock into the hole that was enjoying it so much. "Oh, God, George, that feels so great. Keep fucking me; I'm gonna cum soon." I wanted nothing more than to keep fucking Amanda. Although her ass was tight, it was well greased and my cock slid easily in and out, eliciting expressions of pleasure from both of us. My own climax was rapidly approaching, I could tell, and I started fucking her incredible ass faster and harder. "Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Keep fucking me, George. Play with my clit; I'm gonna cum." My hands had been resting pleasantly on her shapely hips but I reached my right arm around to begin fondling Amanda's clit. My fingers were quickly soaked in her juices as I caressed above her clit with my thumb and lightly stroked her swollen pussy lips with my fingers. I continued for a few minutes and my fingers playing with Amanda's pussy and my cock plowing in and out of her ass had the expected result. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming," she cried out joyously. Amanda let go of her ass cheeks and started flailing the sofa cushions with her arms. The muscles in her ass tightened so I could no longer stroke with my cock but I continued to caress her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. Mandy continued cumming for several minutes, her upper body thrashing on the sofa and her legs pistoning into the floor until she climaxed with a great jerk of her hips and ass. She relaxed totally then, collapsing against the sofa. With the muscles relaxed again, I licked her fresh pussy juices off my fingers while pounding my cock in and out of her ass until I also climaxed, feeling a great burst of pleasure and affection for Amanda as I ejaculated into my condom. After my climax, I sprawled on top of Amanda, both of us happy and satisfied. As I lay on top of Mandy my cock softened, and I carefully pulled it out of her ass and straightened up, although still on my knees. She turned around, a happy grin on her face and said "I hope you had fun, George. I must admit, I did too, but we virgins have to be careful what we do if we want to save ourselves for marriage." I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Whatever you thought of it, I and other authors always appreciate hearing from you and having you vote your opinions. You can leave a Personal comment at the end of the story or you can email me. If you leave your email address or your handle, I will answer your comments.