7 comments/ 55465 views/ 20 favorites Cheerleaders Bet By: fanju88 Phoebe had just turned 18, she had a curvaceous body and 38D breasts. She had blonde hair and she was 5 foot 2. She was the head cheerleader at Los Angeles East High School. The school football team was due to play a newly-created team called the Los Angeles Eagles in two weeks. The East cheerleaders met with the Eagles Cheerleaders because the Eagles wanted to make a bet. The LA East team were the best football team in the area. They were top of the table and no one had even scored a touchdown against them (it was almost half way through the season). The cheerleaders were sitting in their locker room with the Eagles Cheerleaders. "We would like to make a bet against your team for the match in two weeks" announced the Eagles head. "You do realise that we haven't lost a match in two seasons," said Phoebe. "You can't scare us out of this, anyway what we want to bet in isn't in money." They were odd looks from the girls and grins from the opposing side. Their head continued "We want to bet that if one side is ahead by five points at each quarter then the other side's cheerleaders have to take off their tights." The girls stated their agreement. "Tell you what," said Phoebe, "if one side is ten points ahead at each quarter then the other side removes their bras too." This time there were shouts of agreement from both sides. "Why don't we say 15 points means that panties are removed," added another girl. Again shouts of agreement. Not to be out done the Eagles head reached into her bag and pulled out a skimpy top and a matching skirt. The top would show off massive amounts of cleavage so it would be impossible to wear a strapless bra. The skirt would barely cover their arse cheeks. "How about 20 points and they wear the top and 25 they wear the skirt?" shouted the head cheerleader. Phoebe agreed to this thinking it would be fun to see the opposition in the uniform. "How about if the points difference is 30, the head cheerleader strips naked in front of the winning football team?" suggested one of the LA Eagles cheerleaders. The only thing that Phoebe could suggest to top this was: "If it is 35 points or more how about the winning football side can gangbang the head cheerleader in front of her squad," There were gasps of disbelieve from girls on both sides. "One more thing," said the opposition head, "There should be no adjusting your uniform at all and you have to keep going with your routine no matter what." There were nods of agreement. "Deal," replied Phoebe. "If you could all write down your measurements on this sheet of paper, we will order the new uniforms." "We should have both cheerleading coaches witness the signing of the agreement and all give our phones to them to insure that everyone keeps to the rules." *** Two weeks later The East high cheerleaders met with their coach and the Eagles team and their coach. "IF you're sure about this girls," said their coach. "As sure as ever," replied Phoebe. "Well here are your uniforms," she said, handing over a box. "I need all of your signatures on here and all of your phones please," said the other coach. Phoebe and her cheerleaders signed the deal one by one. The cheerleaders then left to get changed. The match began. What Phoebe and her other cheerleaders didn't know was that the LA Eagles had fucked the whole East football team to ensure that their side won. In the first quarter the Eagles scored 12 points, thanks to some sloppy passes from LA East. In the break the East cheerleaders removed their tights and there bras. During the second quarter Phoebe had some problems with having no bra on. So was sure that the crowds were watching her bouncing breasts. To add to her problems, the Eagles took their tally up to 24. The East cheerleaders then had to remove their panties and changed into the skimpy tops during half time. Phoebe struggled into the top. It seemed much too tight. Her breasts were already straining to burst through the thin fabric. Her erect nipples were easily visible. When she left the cubicle she asked one of the girls to read the label on the back. "It's a 36 C," announced the girl So that was why it was so tight. They had given her the wrong size. "We don't have time to do anything about it now," I'll just have to deal with it said Phoebe grimly. The third quarter started. Phoebe was just about able to keep her breasts in her top for the first routine. The second routine required them to bend down and then quickly stand up and thrust both arms in the air. Phoebe felt her breasts begin to move when she bent down and when she straightened up both of them burst free of her top.. The cheerleaders then had to turn round and repeat the exercise for the other side of the crowd. This caused all the other cheerleaders' breasts to break free. Phoebe's cheeks burned a fierce red. The whole crowd was watching them. They had to carry on with their routines regardless. The Eagles scored but hardly anybody noticed. The end of the third quarter couldn't come soon enough. The score was now 30-0 to the eagles. The East now changed into their skimpy skirts. Phoebe realised that hers was shorter that the one she had been shown by the Eagles. It stopped good inch above the bottom of her arse cheeks. The elastic seemed to have snapped too. It was the start of the final quarter. The cheerleaders had been unable to put their breasts back in their tops due the no adjusting agreement. When they ran out there were huge cheers. They began their routines. One of the routines involved Phoebe being back flipping off the shoulders of two other girls. Phoebe could feel the tension as she climbed onto their shoulders. It was a wind day and her skirt was threatening to lift up completely. As she back flipped her breasts hung down by her face and the tiny skirt was around her stomach, showing off her shaven pussy and arse to the crowd. When she landed she realized that her skirt had drifted up around her stomach. This showed all of her pussy and arse. Amidst the excitement the Eagles had scored yet again. There was one minute let when Phoebe felt her top loosen. The back of it had been cut be someone and it has threatening to snap. Phoebe realised that it had to be one of her own cheerleaders. The LA East cheerleaders had one last routine to do before they could retreat into their locker room. It involved them all doing cartwheels and then Phoebe doing a back flip. The cartwheels were loved by the crowd. Phoebe felt the back of her top split further. When she did the back flip her top snapped and she was left with it threatening to slide off her shoulders. That was when both of her shoulder straps were cut. She couldn't look round because she would dislodge what was left of her top. She kept her arms tight to her sides. The unseen person then cut her skirt so that it was left with only a few threads at the top. As they walked off the pitch and towards the locker rooms, Phoebes skirt fell off. As she desperately grabbed for it her top slipped off as well. She gave up on both and sprinted for the door, forgetting to cover herself. The crowd loved it as her large breasts bounced up and down. *** It was half an hour after the end of the game. Phoebe had changed into her old cheerleading outfit and now stood in the locker room in front of the opposing football team and their cheerleaders and also her own cheerleading squad. "I want you to do a sexy strip tease sweetie," said the opposing head cheerleader. "What?!" "It was part of the agreement." "Fine." Phoebe saw that one of the footballers had produced a video camera. Her cheeks turned bright red. She awkwardly began to rub her hands over her body, first her exposed stomach, then her breasts. She turned around and brought her skirt up with her hand, she gave them a glimpse of her panties before she turned around again. It wasn't as awkward as she thought it would be. She then teased them with her top before pulling it off. The lacy bra almost showed her nipples. She then gave them a great view of her breasts as she bent down to remove her skirt. This also revealed some matching panties. She turned round to unhook her bra and then, facing them she held it on with one hand and slid it off one shoulder. She then swapped hands and did the same with the other. She held one cup of her bra in each hand before shaking her breasts up and down. She leant down and jiggled her breasts. At this point Phoebe noticed that some of the footballers had their hands down their pants. She took a deep breath before she turned away and let her bra fall. She then looked sexily over her shoulder. She turned back to face them and watched them suck in breath. Now even some of the cheerleaders' hands had slipped under their skirts. She toyed with her panties for a few minutes before she slid them down her legs. In the embarrassment of the evening phoebe had completely forgotten what else was in the agreement. "Right sweetie, if you could now put your clothes on." The head cheerleader said sweetly. Phoebe did, much to the disappointment of the footballers. "And if you could leave the room and come back in a minute." Phoebe was a bit puzzled but she did so anyway. When she returned one of the footballers came up behind her and shoved a rag in her mouth and then taped it in. Phoebe tried to struggle but he was too strong. The other footballers approached and started to feels her body. Again she tried to struggle but this time they grabbed her clothes and as she struggled they were torn off. She was now completely naked. The quarterback told her not to make a sound as he ripped off the gag. She was forced to her knees as the footballers began to remove their pants. The quarterback forced his nine-inch dick into her mouth. Meanwhile the rest of the football team were roughly squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy. "Swallow," Ordered the quarterback as he came. Phoebe was then ordered to lie on her back as the quarterback began to pound her pussy. One of the other footballers stuck his dick in her mouth and two more wanted hand jobs. The quarterback pounded her harder than ever. The one having a blowjob then proceeded to tittyfuck her. The quarterback came deep in her pussy. Phoebe was pulled to her feet and one of the other footballers inserted his dick into her pussy. Then, without warning, she felt the tip of a dick press against her arse hole. "Nooooooooo," shouted Phoebe, "I've never done anal." "Well you will now," replied the unknown man. Phoebe struggled fruitlessly and started to sob. The dick began to press harder against the hole. Slowly the tip of the dick slid in." "God your tight," grunted the footballer. Phoebe gritted her teeth against the pain. The dick slid further in. Phoebe cried out as it passed the four inches mark. The dick was getting thicker and thicker. Suddenly he shoved it in another three inches. Phoebe begged him to stop. He just laughed and pushed it in another four inches. Phoebe howled with pain. The footballer bottomed out. All twelve inches of his dick her now in her arse. The pain was beginning numb when he started to pump. Slowly to start with and gradually picking up speed. Phoebe yelped each time he thrust in. He reached full speed. All the other footballers stepped back and watched Phoebe struggle with the dick. Her breasts were bouncing up and down at a phenomenal rate. The man grunted as he came in her arse. He withdrew from her arse and put his clothes back on and left. The other footballers did the same. Phoebe noticed that the head cheerleader was still there and that she was holding the video camera. She had filmed the whole thing. "Bye, sweetie," Said the head before turning and leaving with the rest of her squad. Phoebe's squad ran over to see if see was alright. "I'm a bit sore but otherwise I'm fine. Anyway they didn't breach the agreement." After that, Phoebe realised that her outfit was ruined. She couldn't were any of it. She went to her bag to change into her everyday clothes. They weren't there. She noticed that someone had left her some different. It consisted of a tube top and a very tight miniskirt. She tried the top first. After struggling for a few minutes she checked the size. It was a 34B. It was two sizes too small. She managed to get her breasts in. She then managed squeeze into the skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were spilling over the top and you could see them underneath it as well. Her nipples were clearly visible. The skirt was incredibly tight. It stopped with her arse cheeks just peeking out the back. It was threatening to slide up as well. She had no panties on so that could be a problem. She walked up to the cheerleader coaches with a slight limp and collected her phone. As she walked off she could feel both of the coaches' eyes on her arse. By the next day videos had spread online of the topless cheerleaders and also of the cheerleader strip and gangbang. Cheerleaders Blow It had been so long ago I hesitated to make the call, but it was lonely in the Motel room and I decided I had nothing to lose. His name was Norm and had been a good friend in high school, but that was 20 years ago! Norm had married Sonja, the prettiest girl in school, right after they graduated. He had gone directly into his father's hardware business and had prospered. They had two daughters and a seemingly ideal family until one day Norm came home early and caught Sonja with two construction workers. They had knocked on the door asking for a drink of water. She had been sun bathing and answered the door wearing her white string bikini. When Norm walked in she was on her knees in front of the living room couch inching one worker's erection a half inch at a time into her mouth; undulating her tongue and gently sucking. He ran his dirty hands through her perfectly done light brown, frosted hair and moaned in pleasure. Her bikini bottoms lay crumpled on the floor between her skinny knobby knees. She was still as tiny as she had been in high school. Weighing barely 100 pounds, she was always the cheerleader that got thrown in the air, her skirt flying up. George, the second construction worker, had stroked himself madly many a night thinking about looking up her skirt at her panties at the basketball games. He had no idea when he rung the doorbell at this suburban house that Sonja lived there. He had even less idea that Sonja had drunk a couple of glasses of wine, fallen asleep and was in the middle of a very erotic dream. George remembered that cute little body as soon as he saw her and immediately started to develop an erection. She made the mistake of flirting, bending over and asking them if they thought her bikini bottoms showed too much of her butt. He couldn't believe how little resistance Sonja had shown when he placed one rough, calloused hand over each butt cheek and squeezed. She had pulled away, pretending to be startled, but then put her thumbs under the strings on each side of her panties, pulled and let them drop. She knelt down in front of George, unzipped his pants and out it popped. She opened wide and let him slide in all the way to her throat, then pulled it back out slowly. She then turned around to brace herself on the couch while he slid into her from behind. She was so small and tight that she had to reach back with her hand and help guide him in. She smiled up at George, who was getting his rhythm…she knew he wouldn't be able to hold his load very long. When she turned around she realized that George's friend was positioned in front of her, dick in hand. She started his blow job by licking precum from his head, smacking her lips and giggling. The stranger was actually blowing his load into her mouth when Norm walked in. He promptly kicked all three of them out and filed for divorce. The only thing Norm didn't know was what I was going to soon find out when I visited my old friend, now a single father with a cheerleader daughter. I rang the doorbell and a very skinny girl with shorts and a tank top on answered. At first I thought I had the wrong house, because when I introduced myself the girl gave me a blank, almost hostile look. Finally, she remembered that her father had mentioned something about company coming and motioned me to come in. Her name was Sally and she wasn't much of a hostess. She motioned for me to sit down in a chair and sat across from me on the couch, staring at me expressionlessly. Suddenly, the phone rang. It must have been one of her girlfriends. She came to life, chatting and giggling and constantly shifting positions on the couch. I looked at her gorgeous legs, thinking how much she resembled her mother. She spread them apart and flashed me some white panty. Then she brought her knees up to her chest, this time showing off her little butt cheeks. I found myself staring and feeling very aroused. She seemed totally oblivious to me. Suddenly, her conversation over, she slammed the phone down and walked over to stand in front of me. "My dad will be here soon. I have to get changed now to go cheer at the basketball game. Maybe you'd like to come and watch?" Without moving away, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, revealing white panties with blue flowers. I was rendered totally speechless by the sight of her panties. She didn't wait for me to say anything, just dropped her shorts, picked them up and walked in her panties down the hall to her room, acting as if it was perfectly normal to get undressed in front of a stranger. Norm arrived and we all ate TV dinners. I tried to ignore Sally and enjoyed reminiscing with my old friend. He had another daughter named Sue who was thirteen and also a real knockout. The two girls sat at the counter while Norm and I ate at the table. Even though I tried to resist, I glanced over occasionally to see if I could get a glimpse up their skirts. On the way to the game, we took Norm's sports car. He and Sue sat in the front (Sue and Sally evidently took turns riding in the front) and Sally and I were in the back. I had to admit that I was already excited about the prospect of her cheerleading skirt riding up and exposing those gorgeous little legs again. I didn't have to wait long. As soon as we had pulled out of the driveway, Sally pulled a bottle of lotion out of her purse and started rubbing it into her knees. Slowly, she worked her way up to mid thigh, rubbing the strawberry fragrance crème into her lovely white translucent skin. She stopped at her skirt line and I breathed a sigh of disappointment. I had been trying not to be too obvious about staring at her, pretending to look out the window and then to stare absent mindedly down. She rubbed excess lotion on her hands and arms and I thought she was finished. But then she slid her hands under the elastic of her skirt and slid it down to her knees, exposing French cut white panties which barely covered her privates. This time she started at her belly button, applied lotion down to her panty line and then from her thigh up to her crotch. If she noticed me at all staring, she didn't say anything. For the rest of the trip I tried to think unpleasant thoughts so that my boner wouldn't be so obvious. During the game, she didn't seem to miss an opportunity to tease. One of he routines they did involved bending over and looking back at the fans. Every time she did it her skirt would rise almost all the way up but somehow she would avoid showing her panties. The fans only got a brief glimpse of white when her skirt rose after a jump. On the way home, the two girls sat in the back and I was able to calm down and try to forget. The girls were arguing over who would have to sleep on the couch and give up their room to the guest. It was finally decided I would sleep in Sally's room . When we arrived home, Sally escorted me to her room and told me she just needed to get her pajamas and pillow and then the room would be all mine. Grabbing her pillow from her bed, she threw it towards the door. Then she got some flannel pajamas out of her dresser and slammed the drawer. I guessed she was still a little put off by having to give up her room. I just sat in a chair and watched as she tossed the pj's on the bed, then sat down and carefully untied her shoes and put them in the closet. She seemed completely oblivious to my presence, casually unbuttoning her top as she walked into her closet. When she emerged from her closet and walked in front of me, she was wearing nothing but a white a-cup bra and the high-cut lace panties. My mouth dropped open as I stared at her little butt cheeks rise and fall. She grabbed her pajamas and was out the door. I knew I had to find the bathroom and maybe some lotion and do some serious jacking off before I exploded. In case someone might be watching, I untucked my shirt to hide the outline of my erection and hurried down the hall. Fortunately the door was ajar. Quickly, I locked the door, turned around and got my poor penis out, stroking it vigorously. I looked up into the mirror at my engorged member and something caught my eye. It was the reflection of Sally sitting on the toilet on the other side of the bath tub, her panties down around her ankles. She had seen me first but made no attempt to advise me of her presence. She didn't seem startled or upset, just transfixed by the sight. I was also transfixed for a moment as well. Our eyes met in the mirror and she just grinned at me. I held my pants up and stepped over to face her and amazingly, she just sat there, applying gloss to her lips. I moved closer and straddled the toilet, my erection just inches from her face. She took it in her tiny hand, stroked it lightly and then spoke into it like it was a microphone. "Is this for me?" she giggled, pulling my penis down and breathing hotly on it. She then proceeded to kiss it gently and draw just the head into her mouth, but extending her tongue to lick along the underside. I tried to push in further but she pushed me back, and my dick popped out of her mouth, dripping in her saliva and my precum. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she said, giving me an innocent, pouty look. "Besides, I'm saving my throat for marriage." She took my head back in her mouth and started to stroke me. When I started to cum, she pulled me out almost all the way so she could let the gism collect inside her mouth. When I was finished, she opened her mouth up and showed me the white liquid covering her tongue and dripping out the corners of her mouth. Then she reached down, grabbed her panties from the floor and spit into them, neatly wiping the corners of her mouth with the white lace. "Nice girls don't swallow, either," she said. She looked so proper and innocent that it was hard to believe she had done what she had. Quickly, she got up and I watched her tiny naked ass disappear out the door. It was later that night that she crawled into bed with me and told me the story I related about her mother and about spying on her over a period of two years having sex with perfect strangers on almost a daily basis. Some of those stories and what we ended up doing that night will be in chapter two.