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Cheerleader

By: TryAnything



Jamie was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day. Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed. She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout. As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the girls, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the school and friends she had known all her life to begin anew. It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined. Even her twin brother James had found it easy to fit in to the new school and routine. Even as she started to undress to take a shower, James was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Jamie looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders. This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic girls in the school. They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought. There was Sheri, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Jamie had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs. Always with Sheri were Janice and Heather, Janice with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sheri, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips narrow. Heather was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Heather's hair was cropped short, almost like a boy's haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out. She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end. Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Jamie self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror. Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn't see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.

Sheri and Janice and Heather were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work a lather up. Jamie began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation. Sheri was talking about her date the night before with John, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the football team. Sheri was talking about how it hadn't taken him any time at all on their date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up. She laughed as she described how desperate he had seemed as she thwarted his attempts to feel her up. She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with him, kissing him and sucking tongues together. She commented that he was really a good kisser with a really long tongue. Janice and Heather laughed as she said this. Sheri commented that she was going to go out with him on Friday and that she planned on letting him go a little further this time, maybe even letting him play with her tits a little bit. 

As she said this, Sheri reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure. Janice and Heather laughed and Heather reached over and pinched one of Sheri's nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back. Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Jamie moved over next to Sheri to ask her a question.

"Sheri," she asked, "how do you control guys so that they don't go too far?"

"Oh, that's easy," she replied. "You just make sure that they think there's a chance that they might succeed and they'll go along with anything."

"But what happens when things start to get too far along?"

"Well, either you like them and go along or you don't like them and you fight like crazy," Sheri laughed.

"Yeah," Heather commented, "when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn't like him?"

"Well," Sheri answered, "at least I know before I go out with them if I'm going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it's too late to do anything about it."

"You mean you've let some of them do what they want?" Jamie inquired.

"Of course I have," Sheri responded. "If I didn't, they'd all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me."

"Hah," Heather said, "you do it because you love it and you know it."

"Well, so what," Sheri retorted, "at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me."

"I like the guys I go with," Heather replied. "What about you, Jamie, ever been with a guy?"

"No, not like that I haven't. I mean, I've made out with some of the boys I've gone out with, I've just never gone any further."

"Well, neither have I," Janice chimed in. "I'm sure I will when I'm ready, I just wasn't born always horny like these two," she said laughing.

"I wasn't born horny, I just ended up that way," Sheri laughed. "I'll bet that before the school year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you're cheerleaders now. Every guy in school wants to be with a cheerleader. You'll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you'll end up doing it with someone."

"I don't know," Jamie said. "I always thought it'd be with someone special the first time."

"Who's to say it won't be," Heather replied. "It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn't have to be tawdry at all."

"There's nothing tawdry about me," Sheri declared, "I just like boys. I'll tell you what," Sheri said with a sly grin, "Friday night I'll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch me making out with John. My parents are away for the weekend so they won't be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I'll get him to make out with me in the living room."

"I'll be there, you can bet on it," Heather said laughing. "How about you two, you going to join me?"

"Sure," Janice said. "I think it'll be funny that John won't know we're watching him. You gonna come, Jamie?"

"I guess so," she replied. "It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out."

"Oh, I don't mind," Sheri said. "Maybe you'll get some pointers."

With that they all went their way as they walked home. As Jamie lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends. They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider. Face it, she was. I've only been here a month, Jamie reminded herself. They've known each other for years. As she continued on her way, Jamie thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska. She couldn't believe it when they had told her and James that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska. It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction. Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore. Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time. The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn't as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Jamie heard her name shouted from behind. Turning around, she saw it was James, running to catch up to her. She really loved James. He was so good- looking and nice. Everyone seemed to like him. He was tall, athletic, always did great at everything he tried. As he caught up to her, he grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

"I'm going to be the starting quarterback," he announced gleefully. "They told us today."

"Oh, James, I'm so happy for you," Jamie said, hugging him fiercely. "Now I'll really have a reason to cheer."

"How's cheerleading going?" he inquired. "Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?"

"Well, it's a lot more work than I thought, but I like the girls and it's a good workout. In fact, I'm going out with some of them Friday night," she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sheri in action.

"What about you, any dates in mind yet?" she asked James.

"We'll see," he smiled. "I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?" he teased, knowing how shy she was.

"I'm not in any hurry," Jamie said. "Besides, no one's really paid any special attention to me yet."

"They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit."

Then they went into the house where their mother, June, was beginning to fix dinner. As they began to help with the dinner, they told her of their day in school, John being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the football team.

"Your father will be real proud of you," she said. "He called and said he'd be a little late tonight, so we'll eat before he gets home."

As they sat down to eat, June's mind wandered to her husband, Art. Art's new job had come as a big surprise to them. A guy they had met at a building convention, Larry Hughes, had offered Art a substantial raise and the possibility of a partnership to move from Oregon to Nebraska. It was an offer they couldn't refuse. The cost of living in Nebraska was lower than Oregon, and with more money. They just couldn't have done so well in Oregon. And the kids seemed to be really happy, too. That had been a big worry, but they had seemed to fit right in with no problems at school. Now James was on the football team and Jamie was cheerleading. They had always been together and done everything together, right from the womb.

Meanwhile, Art was at his office working to finish a project that needed to be presented the next day. As he worked, he thought, for the 10,000th time, how lucky he had been to meet Larry at that convention. Even if it had been in a topless bar after a particularly long seminar, they had seemed to hit it off right away. Then Larry had offered him the job over dinner one night with their wives. He was shocked, and after discussing it with June that night, they had accepted the next day. Within two weeks, they had sold their house and moved to Nebraska. He had been busy ever since. The work was everything Larry had said, with seemingly endless possibilities.

As he finished up his work and gathered his briefcase to leave, Art saw a light on in Larry's office. Since Larry frequently worked late, this was not unusual, so Art pushed the door open to say goodnight. As he looked in the office, Art saw Larry sitting on the edge of his desk facing the door, his pants down around his ankles, his secretary sucking his cock on her hands and knees. Because the door had been partially open, he had made no noise when he entered. Larry looked up and saw him and looked startled. Then he smiled and put his finger to his lips to warn him to be quiet. The secretary hadn't noticed that he was standing there watching her suck his cock.

As he stood there watching, he noticed that Larry's secretary was really getting into sucking on his cock. She would bob up and down on it, massaging his balls as she noisily sucked on his dick. Larry held her hair in one hand as he pumped her mouth up and down on his dick, pushing it into the back of her throat before letting it slide out to her lips where she teased the head of his dick and sucked at the slit at the end before swallowing it again into her mouth. Then as Larry started to cum, he held her face against him, pumping his jism deep into her mouth and filling it as she choked trying to swallow it all. Art backed quietly out of the office as she was sucking the last of his cum from his cock.

As he drove home, Art couldn't believe what he had seen. Larry's wife Mary was beautiful, a real knockout, brunette with big tits and a wide, sensual mouth that looked so inviting. But, he had to admit, Larry's secretary Dawn really sucked cock well. Maybe he'd get June to go down on him tonight. It had been a while.

As he arrived at the house and went inside, June greeted him with a big kiss, while Jamie gave him a hug. She was really growing up, he noticed. Soon enough the boys at school were going to be trying to get her to suck their cocks, he mused. But she's a really good girl. He trusted her common sense.

After eating his supper and watching TV for awhile, Art said good night to James and Jamie and went into his bedroom with June. Pushing the door shut, he grabbed her and kissed her with conviction, causing her to rise to her toes and push her body against his. Probing with his tongue in her mouth, Art began to massage her tits, feeling the nipples harden under his hands. Pulling her shirt off, he released her tits to his unimpeded access, her pert nipples sticking up, begging for attention. Falling to his knees, he began to suck on her tits, worrying her nipples with his teeth and lips, sucking as much of her full tits into his mouth as he could, massaging them with his hands.

As June stood there holding his head against her tits, she felt herself responding to his sucking. Reaching behind her, she undid her skirt and let it slide to the floor, leaving her in her panties. Art reached between her legs and cupped her sex, gently massaging her entire pussy through her panties. Then he tugged her panties down, enabling her to step from them, leaving her as naked as a jay in front of him, her soft, downy-blonde hair barely covering her pussy. 

He pushed her back onto the bed, pushing her knees up and aside as he exposed her cunt to his view. He could see her cunt lips pouting open, moisture pooling at the entrance to her hole, her clit straining to get out from between her cunt lips. He lowered his face to her cunt and ran his tongue the entire length of it, slurping her juices as he fastened his lips upon her clit, sucking it into his mouth. June began to squirm on the bed as his tongue got her juices flowing. As he buried his tongue up in her hole, she clamped his head against her pussy, pressing it into her as she ground her hips into his face. Then she felt her orgasm hit her as wave after wave of delight washed over her body, her juices bathing Art's tongue as he lapped her up. When he finished licking her, he crawled up on top of her and kissed her, swirling his tongue around in her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.

She kissed him back fervently, then rolled him over and began undressing him. She pulled his briefs down, freeing his already hardened cock. Grasping his cock in her hands, June began to probe the slit at the end, pushing her tongue into it before she began to lick and suck the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of his cock, stopping to carefully lick and lightly suckle on his balls, then returned to the head of his cock, letting it slide into her mouth, her tongue bathing it as she sucked it into the back of her throat.

As June began to suck on his cock, Art couldn't help thinking about seeing Larry sucked off by Dawn. As he remembered, he felt his own cock responding to his memory of the event and also by June's enthusiastic ministrations. As she continued to suck his cock into her throat, Art felt his balls begin to churn, warning him of his impending orgasm. As he began to pump his load into her mouth, June greedily slurped his cum up, swallowing it all as fast as it filled her mouth. When he finished cumming, she continued to lick and suck on his cock, slowly urging it into a state of readiness again. Then she quickly jumped up on top of him, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, lowering herself onto him.

As she felt his cock fill her, June was filled with a sense of joy. God, life was so nice, she thought. I hope everyone's as happy as I am here. As she continued to ride Art's cock, June could feel it sliding in and out of her slippery cunt as she bounced up and down on it. Then Art rolled her over, not letting his cock slide from her cunt as he rolled her onto her back, hooking her knees over his shoulders as he began to stroke her. With her knees over his shoulders, Art had an unimpeded view of June's cunt as his cock slid in and out of it, her cunt lips wrapped around his cock each time he drew back, only to plunge once more into her pussy, where the velvet cunt muscles gently massaged his cock. As he felt himself moving to orgasm again, Art reached down and began to massage June's clit as he pumped her, driving her to orgasm even as his own began to shake him. With a strangled cry, Art pumped his second load of cum into June, this time into her other lips. When they finished cumming, they both collapsed on the bed, spent.

The next day as James and Jamie walked to school, they ran into Sheri, Heather and Janice on the way. As they all walked together, it was obvious that the three girls were finding James to be quite attractive, especially when they heard he had made starting quarterback. Jamie watched with amusement as Sheri and Heather shamelessly flirted with James, giving her quick smiles all the while.

Once they arrived at school and James went to his class, Sheri looked at Jamie.

"How come you never told us your brother was so cute?" she demanded.

"You never asked," Jamie replied. "Besides, he's my brother. I know he's good-looking, but I never thought of it like that."

"Well, I'm going to get him to go out with me," Sheri declared. "I'm going to make it a goal of mine."

"No, you're not," Heather said, "I am. I think he'd be fun to snuggle up with."

"All right," Janice said, "a competition. How are we going to know who wins?"

"Wins what?" Sheri asked. "Who he goes out with first?"

"Sure, why not?" Janice said. "Are you afraid that Heather will get him first?"

"I'll bet that not only does he go out with me first, but that I can get him in my bed, too," Sheri declared.

"I don't think that James is like that," Jamie said.

"You're just saying that because he's your brother," Heather said. "All boys are like that. You won't be mad, will you?"

"Of course not. I mean, if he wants to go out with you or even get in your bed with you, that's his business. I just think he's not the kind of guy you think."

"Well, we'll see," Sheri said. "Tonight you'll see what kind of moves I can put on a guy if I want to, then you can tell me he's not like that. I'll even make it better. I'll make sure you get to watch when it happens. What about you Heather, you willing to do that?"

"I don't know if I'm ready to have you three watching me from some corner while I'm with a guy," Heather replied.

"Well, I'm not ashamed of it," Sheri said. "You'll see."

"What about tonight," Janice asked, "how are we going to do that?"

"Well, I'll make sure we're back at my parents' house at 10:00 o'clock. You guys get there earlier and hide in the study. You can see through the doorway if you leave the lights in the study off and keep quiet. I'll keep him in the living room."

With that, they agreed to meet that evening at Sheri's house and to wait there for her to return with John. All day long, Jamie thought about what Sheri had said. What if James was interested in going out with her? Her body sure was nice and she was sure James would think so too. But would he let her get him in bed? We'll see, she thought.

That afternoon at cheerleading practice, Jamie watched Sheri and Heather, trying to see what it was that made them so different from the other girls. The other girls were just as pretty, had bodies that were just as nice, it was just something different about Sheri, and Heather probably did it just to show Sheri she was as good as her. In the showers afterwards, Sheri talked about nothing but how she was going to snare John that night. As she talked, she would squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. Then one time she furiously rubbed herself between the legs before rinsing off and getting dressed.


Cheerleader



 My series on 'The Widow" were true stories. Though hesitant to write them, they were well-received, (Thank you all!) so I thought I might try my hand at others. But I feel better writing real life stories, at least stories based in real life. 'Based on a true story' means there is a lot of leeway to let imaginations run free. 

Brittany is my niece. Having no children of my own, I feel very close to her, and she has been able to confide in me sometimes more than with her mother. This story is based on her confession to me, several years after the fact. She did not give all of the details, of course, so much of what took place is from my own imagination. I hope you all enjoy '"her" story.  

Brittany was excited. Yes, she had been accepted to the university that she wanted, but that was no big deal. With her grades most any school would be happy to have her. The real excitement was that she was going to be a cheerleader. Not a sub or anything, a real, live, on-TV-during-the-game, hanging-out-with-the-football-studs cheerleader. And not just that. She was going to be a cheerleader as a freshman. The ONLY freshman, that is. The only girl - check that, from now on she was a woman - the only woman on the squad as a freshman.

She had earned it, though. She had worked hard. The last two years of high school she had set her sights on this day. She had practiced hard, of course, but so much else. She worked out to build her strength and endurance, she watched recordings to see new techniques, she had gone to several camps, she had dedicated her life to cheering. Well, except for boys. She had made time for guys. Not excessively, but enough to keep her satisfied.

But now she was beginning her first year at college - as an adult. She had come to to the university early, with the rest of the squad, in order to practice and get ready for the season. The first week was over. It had been hard, but actually lots of fun. The other girls - women - were nice, and they worked well together, As the youngest one, she had been afraid they wouldn't bond, but that didn't seem to be a problem. She enjoyed these women. Their dedication, their sense of humor. She really felt like a part of the team in every way. It was all so different than the high school girls she was used to. She was enjoying bonding as an adult for the first time in her life, and they had accepted her as well. And tonight was a party. The end-of-the-first-week party. A big, wild, college party, she was told.

She was told to wear her uniform to the party, but the two squad members who picked her up weren't wearing theirs.

"That's just for you, since this is your first party. After this one you can wear what you want," Lisa told her.

"The football players will be there?" Brittany asked excitedly.

"Some," answered Lisa. "At least Ben and Roger, among others."

"Cool," said Brittany. Ben and Roger were the starting quarterback and running back. She was going to meet the stars!

"Oh, you're going to have a great time," Teresa told her. Teresa was the captain, and gave Brittany a sly smile.

"I sure hope so," answered Brittany answered.

Teresa looked back at her. "I hope so, too. After all, you are the only newbie we have this year, and the only Freshman we've had in three years. You will be the main attraction tonight. I guarantee it!

"Remember", Teresa continued, "This is your initiation party. You've done a terrific job this week, and we all love having you on the squad. But everyone has to pass the initiation. You're not an official member until then."

That made Brittany wonder a little about what was going to happen, but whatever it was she was certain she would enjoy it. Wow, it was her night!

They got to the house where the party was being held. Only the cheerleaders were there, but the guys would be there soon. And so they were. The whole starting backfield came in one car, and they were in a great mood. There was some drinking - Brittany stuck to wine, but after the first hour or so she had enough that the room seemed to be spinning at times. And they kept bringing her more.

Suddenly the squad captain stopped the music, the dancing, even the drinking momentarily.

"Okay, everybody," announced Teresa. "It's time for the initiation of our newest squad member - Brittany."

Everyone applauded and Brittany stood and bowed to a round of cheers.

Teresa continued. "Brittany, as you can see, no one else has their uniform on. It's time that you take yours off."

Everyone applauded and cheered again, but Brittany's wide smile faded in confusion. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was having trouble understanding.

Teresa said, 'Come on, Brittany, lose the skirt."

More cheers, while Brittany stalled. The room was really spinning now.

Teresa said, "Brittany, everybody sees the uniform panties all the time. It's not a big thing to show them."

Well, that makes sense, Brittany thought. It wasn't a big deal if she thought of it that way. She reached down, unfastened her skirt, and let it drop. Everyone cheered.

"Now let's dance," shouted Teresa, and the music started. They started dancing again, but not as partners, and soon they were gathered in a circle watching Brittany.

Before long Teresa stepped up again. "Time to lose the sweater," she said.

Brittany wasn't prepared for that, but she felt hands behind her lifting her sweater, and before she could react it was over her head and off. Her uniform panties were one thing, but standing there in her bra really made her feel exposed. But then Ben was in front of her dancing, urging her on, and she loosened up and began dancing, too. She felt really weird, but she began to understand that this was an initiation. She gave in and decided to go along, putting on a bit of a show while she danced. She had always known she had an exhibitionist streak in her. 

When the music stopped, she suddenly felt weird again, but it was just beginning.

"Okay, Brittany," Teresa announced. "Now it is time for your real initiation to start."

The group of people gathered around in a circle again as Brittany was getting nervous. "Okay," she said to herself. "It's an initiation. I've worked hard for this. I'll just do what they say and it'll be over. Then I will have made it! YES!" And in spite of her misgivings about what she was going to have to do, she was thrilled at the prospect of finally having her dream of making the squad come true.

Teresa resumed her 'master of ceremony' duties. "Brittany, you can have a seat right there next to Roger."

Brittany was glad to hear that. Sitting down sounded good to her. She wouldn't feel as much on display sitting down, and on the couch right next to the star running back as well. That was a thrill! 

But then Teresa kept talking. "For your first initiation test, we would like to see Roger's dick." 

Shocked by the words, Brittany was also confused. What did seeing Roger's dick have to do with her initiation? She had to take it out of his pants, she assumed, shivering at the thought. It wouldn't be the first dick she had touched, but it was strange being in the middle of a crowd like this. To her surprise, Roger undid his own pants, and pulled them down halfway to his knees. His shorts were still on, bulging, and Brittany still hesitated. Slowly, as she watched, Roger slid his undershorts down his legs as far as his pants, revealing a thick, hard penis as the crowd cheered wildly. Brittany felt relieved since Roger had stripped himself - but then worried that there may be more. She was right.

Soon Teresa announced, "Yes, that's what we wanted to see! And now we will see our newest cheerleader use it to show us all how to give a handjob."

Though stunned to hear what she was expected to do, Brittany had to admit she wasn't really surprised. At least not completely, since things had started going in this direction. 

"It could be worse," she thought to herself. Looking at the expectant crowd, and the equally expectant Roger, she saw no signs of anyone letting her out of this, so she took a deep breath and looked again at his penis. Sticking up from his lap, it was about the longest one she had seen in her somewhat limited experience. It didn't seem to be too thick, but it was hard and already looked like some moisture was seeping out of the circumcised head.

"Come on, Sweetheart," Roger said, looking into her wide eyes.

Brittany smiled, probably looking as half-hearted as she felt, but moved her hand toward the object of the moment. She decided to just grip the rod from the start, and she could feel it pulsing as she held it. God, she was holding it! How unreal, how uncomfortable, she felt. But she also noticed that she didn't feel as bad sitting there in her underwear as she had before. Perhaps because Roger was even more exposed than she was, or perhaps holding his dick in her hand was more preposterous than being in her underwear, or perhaps she was just getting used to it. At any rate, she had no time to contemplate the fleeting thoughts rushing through her mind. 

The penis in her hand was throbbing, and Roger moaned quietly as he pushed his hips upward a bit, making his dick slide in her hand. She realized she had a job to do if she was truly going to make the squad, so she may as well get to it. Besides, this was the penis of a star running back. She had seen him on national television! He might even be in the NFL next year! And here she was, holding his penis!

Her hand started moving slowly up and down the smooth shaft, gradually increasing speed. Her grip tightened and she started making long strokes, her fingers going up and over the head. Brittany shifted in her seat to face Roger, getting a better angle, and allowing her to use both hands on his dick as she began to enjoy it. One hand continued stroking while the other lightly caressed his cock head, smearing some of the precum around, playing with the slit it was oozing out of. She heard some favorable comments from her audience, and thought, "That's me they're talking about." She was proud of putting on a good show.

She tried to concentrate on what she had learned stroking a few dicks in high school. Letting one hand drop below the shaft she cupped Roger's balls tightly, getting another in a series of groans from him. She let them roll around in her hand, then pulled the sack down and away from his body. A louder groan then, and Roger's head was leaning back against the cushion, moving from side to side, stealing glances down at what was happening in his lap. Brittany's hand had never stopped pumping, and when she felt his rod get firmer she knew he was going to be shooting before long.

Placing both of her hands on his throbbing shaft, she pumped while rotating her hands in opposite directions. Her grip was firm, maybe hard, actually wringing his dick like a wet cloth, and it brought loud groans from deep inside Roger. He was bucking his hips now, thrusting them toward the ceiling, and his groaning continued from one into another. Finally she felt the unique movement from inside his thick shaft as his cum came rushing up, straining to be released. Roger let out a small yelp as his cum shot out from his tip into the air. 

Several people standing in front took a quick step back to keep any from hitting them, but it wasn't needed. Although it shot out with a great force, Brittany aimed it nearly straight up. It shot well into the air, but landed back mostly on Roger's pants, still around his knees. The geyser was greeted with gasps and applause from the spectators, as Brittany slowed her pumping and brought Roger down with caring ease, pumping every bit of juice out of his shaft. Her high school experiences had paid off, she thought to herself.

Teresa threw a small towel toward Roger's deflating rod, and Brittany took it, wiping off her hands first, then Roger's dick and balls and stomach, and finally his pants.

"How was that, Roger?" one of the girls asked.

"Awesome! She has my fucking vote," he answered, gasping for breath, and everyone cheered. Brittany wondered if he really had a vote or if it was merely a figure of speech. But again, she had little time for thought. Things had been moving so fast tonight, beyond her control. But she had to admit to herself that she had fun, and she was enjoying being a respected member of the group, not to mention the star of the show. She took the glass of wine that someone offered and nearly gulped it all down. She didn't know if it was over, but she found herself almost wishing that it wasn't.

About that time her question was answered as Ben stood in front of her, unzipping, while Teresa said, "Our great quarterback, Ben, has volunteered to help Brittany show us all - a blowjob!"

Everyone cheered wildly, and Brittany's eyes bugged out. She looked at Teresa, at Ben, at everyone, trying to find someone who would tell her that it was a joke, but they all looked at her expectantly. Ben slowly lowered his zipper and took another step toward her. 

"Oh, my God," Brittney thought to herself. "I have to do this? I just can't!" Then she immediately thought, "But I have to do it." 

She took a deep breath, drew up all of her courage, and slid off the couch to her knees. Everyone cheered. With that encouragement she reached out toward Ben's pants and touched the bulge that was there. Another cheer. Then she reached her hand tentatively inside his pants, finding his stiffening rod. She put her fingers around it and pulled it toward the opening. When she pulled it out into the open, the crowd roared in appreciation. She couldn't believe she was actually holding the quarterback's cock in her hand, but the approval of the crowd was spurring her on now.

She looked at the cock she held in her hand, now hardened to it's full length. It was a good-sized specimen, but nothing extraordinary. It had a nice sized head and a slight upward curve to it. She enjoyed looking at it, and was nearly hypnotized by it as she leaned in, bringing her mouth close to it. The crowd held its collective breath as her lips parted slightly. Her tongue slipped out and grazed his tip as cheers erupted in the room. 

She took another deep breath and knew this was it. Just get it over with. She leaned a little more forward, opened her mouth wider, and put her lips around his cock head. As she slipped her mouth down his shaft a couple inches, she flicked her tongue over the soft, spongy head. Ben's moan was heard by a few people in between cheers, and Brittany began to actually enjoy what she was doing, at least a little. Still holding the base with one hand, she moved her mouth back and forth, taking half his length in and out. 

Her other hand reached up to unfasten his pants. Ben helped her, and they soon were laying on the floor. They both pulled his underwear down as well, giving everyone more of a show. Her mouth went back to his cock, while her hand took his balls, making them swing back and forth before holding them in her fingers and pulling them. There was less cheering now as everyone was getting in to watching the action. Now everyone could hear moans coming from her and Ben both. She flicked her tongue at the tip of his head as she sucked. Her fingers pushed in at the underside of his dick, along the ridge running up the length. It seemed more sensitive as she explored it, stroking with a finger pressing into it and her thumb pressing the top of his shaft. 

She kept pushing her head down, forcing the shaft to drive deep into her mouth. Her tongue was licking his rod inside of her mouth now as she was really getting into this, turned on by the hard, throbbing cock inside her mouth. The crowd around her held less importance to her, sometimes she totally ignored them. Her mission was to give Ben and his hard shaft a good time. She also could feel her panties getting wet with her juices as she was getting very turned on by now. Ben was pushing into her as well, his hand on her head, starting to fuck her face with his cock. She felt the head reaching all the way back into her mouth, at the entrance to her throat, as she tried not to gag on it. She had never deep throated anyone, never even tried, but at this moment she wished she had learned how so she could do it for Ben.

Brittany was sucking harder now, and pumping faster on his shaft. Ben's hips were thrusting towards her as he was getting close to orgasm. She could feel the change in his penis and knew it would be soon. Ben breathed hard, shoved his hips forward, and cried out as his cum came rushing up and out his shaft. She took it all in her mouth, as she didn't want to have cum splashed all over her face in front of these people. She swallowed some, just enough to keep up. She hadn't let a single drop out of her mouth, and it was full of cum. A voice asked if Ben had actually cum, so Brittany turned toward the voice and opened her mouth. Cum poured from her mouth, dribbling down her chin and causing another cheer from the onlookers. Her tongue moved more cum toward her lips and more came dripping out, forming a little stream running down and over her breast. This was a turn-on for the crowd, and they cheered her for the great job she did. Brittany enjoyed their applause.

She swallowed more of Ben's cum, and more streamed down her lips and breast, as she licked off his softening cock. She hadn't let go of the base, and she ran her fingers up the shaft to force every bit off cum out. She licked the last drop off the head, and cleaned off the shaft with her tongue. Many murmurs of delight from the spectators told her she had done a good job. She reached for the towel and wiped off Ben's cock first, then her mouth and hands. She was mopping up her breast and bra when she felt someone tugging at the clasp in back.

"Let's get this out of the way," a female voice said as her bra dropped off her breasts, showing them to the crowd. At this point Brittany didn't even object. Damn, she was tired. Her jaw hurt and her hand was sore from jacking two cocks. Did she need to do the other two guys as well? She was both worn out and turned on at the same time. Her panties were soaked, she was sure. It probably showed. Her pussy was aching to be touched, but she didn't want to do that in front of all these people. If she had to jack or blow the other guys, she would. She would even enjoy it. But at this point it would be more mechanical. Just one more guy. Or two more guys. She was kind of numb. What she really needed was to go someplace and take care of herself. Now THAT would get her attention.

Actually, Teresa got her attention.

"Now for the good stuff," she announced. "Brent is first up to fuck our newest cheerleader. She's not a virgin, Brent, but she is young. Are you ready?"

Ben answered, "Hell, yes! I'm about ready to burst!"

Brent and 'Tank" were other backs on the team. They were not really stars. Unlike the other two, they had no real hopes of getting into the NFL, but they were still well-known and definitely well-built. 

It took a moment for it all to register with Brittany. When it did she said, "No, not that!" Not many people heard her, and she actually wondered if she meant it. Fucking one of these guys in front of this crowd just naturally seemed wrong, yet she was so turned on by the events so far that her pussy really needed some attention. Her mouth nearly watered thinking of one these hard guys shoving one of their hard dicks deep inside her, even while she thought of how wrong it was. But overriding all of her feelings was the thought that this was her initiation. This might keep her off the squad if she refused. Surely it would not, but maybe. And she was not about to take that chance after all of the work and dedication of the last two years. And then there was the fact that she honestly felt the need to get fucked.

So it was that Brent stepped out from the crowd, cupping his entire crotch in one of his big, beefy hands, and knelt down to where Brittany was sitting on the floor. He flung his shirt off, revealing six pack abs and a large, hairless chest with bulging biceps. Brittany looked, longingly, at his masculine form, for a moment wishing she could have that body before she remembered that she was about to get it. Another quick wave of regret was washed away quickly with feelings of both inevitability and lust.




Cheerleader



When Brent reached his arms out to her and lifted her body up, she raised up willingly, kneeling in front of him. When he took hold of her waist band and pulled her panties down, she made no objection. It all seemed surreal. It had felt that way for some time now, as if she was a spectator just watching this all unfold. As her pussy and ass became exposed, murmurs of appreciation went through the crowd. Brittany's emotions were so confused by now that she seemed numb to the spectacle. She was embarrassed, yet excited. She wished no one was watching, yet she liked being the center of attention. What she was sure of was that this was going to happen, and she was not fighting it. In fact she liked it when his hands reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, even leaning in to lick and suck one of them. She felt tingling sensations shoot through her from her nipples to her pussy.

Brent pulled his pants down quickly and moved even closer, his hardened shaft pushing against her stomach as Brent held her and then pulled them both down to the floor. His mouth again attacked her nipple as his hand slapped hard against her pussy and held there. Brent felt how wet she was and smiled, looking knowingly at one of his teammates. He positioned himself between her legs as he spread them further, revealing her snatch to everyone in the room. They could get a good look as Brent paused a moment to get his pants off his feet, kicking his legs to free himself. When he was finally ready he positioned himself over Brittany, hands on either side of her, looking down at her face, her chest, his erection sticking out between them.

He looked down to their crotches, and with one hand took hold of his cock and guided the head toward her slit.

"Brent! Brent! Brent!" the crowd chanted encouragingly as he rubbed the head between her pussy lips.

"Hold on, Tiger," Teresa interrupted. Everyone was surprised and disappointed at the interruption. Even Brittany was disappointed. Soon it was evident what the delay was.

"You know the rules," Teresa was telling Brent. "Raise up."

When he did, Teresa reached for his cock and slowly wrapped a condom down the hard shaft. She smiled broadly at the rest of the group as she gave his cock a playful squeeze before she backed away from the naked couple.

"I liked that part the best," she quipped.

Brent was now more than ready. Having Teresa handle his cock was almost more than he could bear. He again leaned over Brittany, this time plunging his eager erection into her snatch immediately. Brittany cried out at the sudden intrusion. She was wet, but she hadn't been prepared for the suddenness of it. He pulled back and shoved his dick in a few more times before it started feeling good to her.

Brent, however, was close, and it all felt good to him. So good that just a few more strokes was all he could stand before he erupted. He blew his load inside Brittany, groaning loudly as he did so. Pump after pump drove into her until Brent collapsed on top of her. 

"DAMN!" he said, with a smile on his face. He pulled his condom-covered prick out of Brittany and rolled off.

Brittany just moaned, feeling empty and horny. They had actually made her want to be fucked, but now that she wanted it she couldn't get it. She lay on the floor, moving her hips, her body begging for it. She gave no thought to the fact she was laying on the floor in front of all these people with her legs splayed open and her pussy gaping.

Teresa again spoke. "'Tank' wants to show us doggy style to finish us off."

Brittany moaned at the thought of another round of fucking. She still rejected the whole idea in principal, but her pussy was crying out for attention. And this time, since it was going to happen anyway, she was anxious to get started. When she saw 'Tank' he was already naked and coming toward her. He lifted her up and draped her onto the couch cushions, her knees still on the floor and her chest and arms on the cushion. He knelt behind her, his erect penis reaching out for her.

"You do it," he said to Teresa with a big grin.

Teresa came over and made a big show of putting a condom onto his throbbing tool. 'Tank' was also very well-built, but shorter and stockier than the other guys. His penis was also shorter and stockier, thicker than any dick she had seen. But that was not a problem for Brittany. Her pussy had just been stretched out a little, and she was ready for a hard fucking.

'Tank', still kneeling behind Brittany, placed his dick in her slit, taking just a moment to wet the condom, and pushed the head into her hole. He put it in a couple of inches, then paused to allow her to adjust. Another couple inches, then another pause. He pulled nearly all the way out before plunging hard into her, his whole body pushing his cock as deep into Brittany as it would go. They both gasped as their lungs were emptied of air. He went in and out a couple more times, then reached under her and wrapped his hands around her breasts. He squeezed them tight. He pulled back on them, raising her chest off the couch. She was almost upright with his dick deeply embedded inside her, giving a helluva show to everyone. He had trouble drilling into her in this position, however, so he let her chest back down, pinching her nipples hard on the way. Brittany let out with an anguishing moan, or maybe a scream, as her orgasm finally hit. She had been so primed for it over such a long time that it rocked her, shocks rolling throughout her body. Her pussy spasmed, tightly gripping the intruder deep inside her. She collapsed on to the cushion like a rag doll, totally spent.

'Tank' was not quite done, however. As soon as her cunt released him enough, he plowed in and out some more. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling them up with each thrust. He was so close, so excited. He was lifting Brittany's hips off the couch as he pulled them, helping him to drive his fat prick deep into the wet channel. As hard as he ever had been, he fucked her pussy fast, driving into it, trying to pound his orgasm out. How he lasted this long he wasn't sure, but he needed this release now. He had to have it.

Finally he felt his cum rising up. It pushed through his shaft and spurted out his cock, which he held deep within Brittany's pussy. He pulled back just a little and shoved back in so that each throb, each spurt, happened deep inside her. When he finished, it was as if he had just run 40-yard drills in full pads. He was totally spent, and collapsed onto Brittany's back. Neither of them moved until Teresa pulled him off, wrapping her hand around his shaft to make sure his condom was intact. 

Brittany had cum so early during 'Tank's' turn that she was nearly ready for another, but her pussy was empty. She was pleased when she felt a hand reach in and stroke between her lips. She felt two fingers slip into her hole, and she rocked her hips back against them. She did this several times before she even tried to look back to see who it was. She was shocked to see Teresa feeling her pussy, but it felt so good that she kept on rocking and didn't give it another thought.

When she turned her face back around toward the couch that was supporting her, she found Cara, another cheerleader, reaching a leg around her head, sitting on the couch in front of her with her bare snatch right in Brittany's face. 

This whole evening had been so unreal. Deep inside her was a voice that kept yelling 'No", as it had been all night. But drowning it out was her desire to make the squad, to go along with what these upperclassmen expected of her, but truthfully, it was mostly her body screaming for more sexual release.

Cara looked pleadingly into Brittany's eyes and softly said, "Please eat me!" Brittany had never done anything with another girl, but she was in no mood to argue. Teresa was working her fingers delightfully inside Brittany's pussy, as well as fondling her clit. Brittany was going wild. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into the slit in front of her. She thought of how she had wanted it done to her on those two occasions it had happened. She licked at the wet lips, making Cara moan loudly, though by this time everyone else seemed engaged in something of their own. Brittany placed both of her hands on Cara's legs, spreading them even wider as she sunk her face in deep. Her tongue found her hole and reached in, while her finger found Cara's clit, rubbing it harder than she realized. Cara and Brittany were both wild, and Brittany's cunt exploded. Teresa's fingers had worked her snatch well, bringing her the final distance for another orgasm. While she came she dug her tongue deeper into Cara's hole, holding it there until she came down from her orgasm. Then she attacked Cara's cunt again. Her hole, her clit, and in a few moments Cara screamed as she shoved her cunt further onto Brittany's mouth in a mind-shattering orgasm.

Brittany collapsed, falling completely onto the floor. After she had cum, Teresa's hand had pulled away from her pussy and let Brittany concentrate on Cara. Teresa evidently had a good reason, as she was now on the floor a few feet away fucking Ben. No one else was in the room, but the noises coming from elsewhere in the house meant that the others were having sex as well, but in a little more privacy.

Brittany wasn't sure what had happened. Her mind was reeling, her pussy ached, but she felt sexually satisfied. She already was trying to remember exactly how she had allowed all of this to happen. Never had she done anything like this. It was against all of her upbringing. And she hadn't wanted to do any of it. But she realized that she had been most reluctant at the very beginning. As they went on, even though it was getting more outlandish, she went along with it easier and easier. The wilder it got, the better she liked it.

No, that wasn't really it. She had just gotten really turned on, and decided to let herself go and enjoy it. She was determined to do whatever she needed to for her initiation, and it was more enjoyable after she relaxed and let it happen. No, she would never do this type of thing again, but she had passed her initiation, and her long-held dream of making the squad was realized. She had made it! And she was happy.



Cheerleader



Sandra was a cheerleader. Me, I was just a regular guy who happened to be in some of the same courses as her. We'd been in work groups occasionally but, although we hit if off OK and were friendly, we had never dated. Either I had a current girl or she had a current boy, the time never seeming quite right.

Today was slightly different. I'd recently broken up with my steady (she dumped me) and I'd heard that Sandra had also broken up with her current steady. I ran into her at a friendly match the school was playing.

Because it was a friendly match the coach was giving the wannabes a run to see how they went. In the same spirit, several of the senior cheerleaders had stood down, giving cheerleader wannabes a go. Sandra, at nearly nineteen, was as about as senior as a cheerleader could get without graduating and no longer being a cheerleader. She was one of those who'd volunteered to sit out the game.

It was not one of the more interesting games I'd attended. The next exciting bit of play would also be the first, but I couldn't see it happening anytime soon. I was wandering around the outskirts of the crowd, wondering if I'd be lacking in school spirit if I went home, when I found Sandra also wandering around, looking bored.

"Not enjoying the game?" I asked.

"Let's say I'm glad I won't be here next year if this is the team they're going to field. To really cheer for someone you need some hope of winning, otherwise you only go through the motions. It can be a bit dispiriting."

"Hey, they could win," I insisted. "The team they're playing isn't exactly crash hot."

She gave me a disbelieving look. I had to admit she had a point. Neither side looked like winning. It would be sheer chance as to which team would be ahead at full time.

"Well, if you're not watching the game and I'm not watching the cheerleaders, why don't we go for a walk so I can watch my favourite cheerleader?" 

Sandra gave a laugh and when I moved on she went with me. She gave me a look when I tucked her arm beneath mine but didn't remove it. We strolled along the edge of the crowd and then wandered further afield.

I have no idea what we talked about. We just discussed inconsequentialities, filling in the silence with banal words. Somehow or other we finished up strolling behind the equipment shed.

The shed was off to one side of the ground. Once behind it you were effectively cut off from the crowd. The only way to see behind the shed was to actually walk around it. It was an ideal spot to kiss a girl.

So I kissed her. Fortunately, Sandra kissed me back. It was only a light kiss, after which I drew back and looked at her. She was smiling, so I kissed her again. This kiss was harder, with a touch of passion, and Sandra responded the same way. 

We went on like that for a couple of minutes, the kisses getting more intense. Then I must have had a rush of blood to my head. Without fully realising it I unzipped myself, letting my erection free. (The way we were kissing I'd have had to have been a eunuch not to have an erection.)

At that point, no harm done, I could always tuck it away again. Did I do that, pick the sensible option? Not so you'd notice. I lifted the front of her dress, hooking a finger under the crotch of her panties and drawing them to one side while my erection pressed up against her exposed flesh. 

I was still kissing her at that stage, and I saw her eyes flair open, shocked. I pressed lightly, and my cock was pushing past her lips. She looked somewhat stunned and pulled her head away from mine slightly, breaking the kiss, but she didn't say anything.

My hands had closed over her bottom, pulling her towards me as I pressed into her. There was a slight hesitation as I entered her, my cock seeming to catch on something and then moving on and I realised with some surprise that Sandra was a virgin, the operative word being was.

Hands on her bottom I pulled her closer, moving steadily into her. She was still looking at me as though slightly stunned, but her arms were still around me and she wasn't trying to stop me. The kissing must have aroused her slightly and my cock's touch had been enough to let her natural lubrication flow. I slid smoothly in until our groins were firmly pressed against each other. 

I held her like that, bending to kiss her again. Her mouth met mine and passion flared between us again. After a moment or two I started moving and Sandra didn't even hesitate, gently rocking in place as I took her. Now that I was taking her she broke off the kissing again, pulling her head back to stare at me. I just smiled at her, maintaining the same slow rhythm, the pair of us moving as one.

I felt no need to increase the pace. What we were doing was fine by me and Sandra wasn't complaining. She just kept staring at me, her eyes on me while her attention was elsewhere. Even as I watched her, her eyes slowly closed, and she moved dreamily along, accepting what was happening.

We continued the way we started, the passion there, but muted. We didn't seem to want a lot of fireworks, the gentle coming together pleasing us both. It was a sweet torture, really. Part of me wanted to speed up, branding her with the urgency of my need. The other part said let it go. Take what's happening and let it flow at its own sweet pace.

That's what I did, and I could feel the excitement within me steadily building. Sandra's mouth was slightly open, small sounds of appreciation escaping, and I could hear her excitement increasing. I kept on, my cock sliding the full length into her before retreating, steady as a metronome, but a lot more interesting. 

I didn't exactly see any signs that told me Sandra was going to climax. It was more as though I just sensed it from the way she was holding me and the way her body was moving. I pressed home just a little more exuberantly and her eyes popped wide open again and I hastily covered her mouth with mine as she went to scream.

She climaxed, shuddering against me, screaming into my mouth as I kissed her, my own climax surging through me, relieving me.

Sandra leaned against me as I withdrew, automatically readjusting her panties as I did so. Neither of us said anything. We just continued our stroll. After a few minutes Sandra stopped dead and I stopped and looked at her. She frowned and then thumped me hard on the arm.

"What was that for?" I protested.

"Work it out," she grumbled, taking hold of my arm and continuing our stroll.

Damned if I understand women.



Cheerleader at the Mall



Warning: this story involves the submission of a young girl to older women. If you do not care to read about such things, then better go elsewhere.

This story is a pure work of fiction. None of the characters are real.

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The red Miata sped down the line of parked cars until it reached the handicapped spot at the end of the row. The driver turned the car into the spot to park. She looked around real quick to see if any cops were around, then she hung the handicapped tag from her mirror and jumped out. She dashed across the street into the mall entrance before anyone spotted her.

Tati smiled to herself. She had been pulling this little parking trick for about a month, ever since she had swiped a handicapped tag from some poor soul's car.

Tati Kennedy was a cheerleader for Bayside High School in Miami. Her whole first name was Tatiana, but no one called her that except her Mom when she was mad. Tati had been a cheerleader for 2 years and was now a senior. She was an exceptionally pretty girl being 5'8" tall and 115#. Her long dark brunette hair hung down her back almost to her sweet round rear end. Tati had a very womanly body for an 18 year old with curvy hips and full, ripe breasts. The boys at school had all pretty well agreed that Tati had the hottest body of any girl at Bayside.

Tati was also an adventurer. She took chances for fun and excitement. Her little parking trick and how she came to have the parking tag are small examples of the types of chances she takes. When she went to the mall, it was common for her to slip some small item into her pocket or her purse just for the hell of it. Most of the time, she didn't even want whatever it was. She stole it just for the kicks.

On this particular occasion, Tati had sped over to the mall after the basketball game was over so she was still in her uniform. Her dark complexion and dark hair stood out against her yellow and white cheer uniform. The top was sort of a vest that buttoned down the front and was cropped to show off her slender waist. As per the standard code of cheerleader uniform design, the skirt was short and flirty.

Tati walked absent-mindedly through the mall checking out the stores. She really wasn't shopping for anything, she just didn't want to go home yet. She hadn't even told her parents where she was going. She strolled into a few stores and looked at some jeans, some tops, and some jewelry. Finally, she stopped in front of a store that had just opened.

Tati looked at the sign which read "Saffron". Then she looked through the window and saw that it was stocked with all kinds of wild clothes. It looked very hippy chick. This might be interesting, Tati thought to herself, so she strolled inside. Being that it was close to the closing time of the mall, all the stores were emptying out and Tati was the only customer in Saffron.

"Welcome to Saffron," a voice said.

Tati turned to look from where it came. A rather large woman was coming towards her.

"Thank you. Did you just open? I don't recall seeing your sign before."

"Yes. We've only been open for 3 days. Is there anything I can show you?"

"No. I just want to look around a bit," Tati replied.

The woman backed away to let Tati stroll past. Then she went back to a stool behind the counter and busied herself with some paperwork.

Tati saw that the woman wasn't paying her any attention and she immediately got the urge to play her little excitement game. She walked slowly around the store as she kept an eye on the clerk and looked for anything she could grab. After several minutes, she spotted some small sets of earrings, each in a small plastic box. The price on them was only $4.99. A quick look confirmed that the clerk was still doing her paperwork and Tati slipped a box of the earrings into the pocket of her skirt.

She strolled around the store for another 10 minutes or so before she passed the counter where the clerk was sitting and headed out the front door.

"Your store is very nice. I'll have to come back when I can spend some more time," Tati said cheerfully.

The clerk smiled at her as she watched Tati head out the door. Just as Tati started to turn and walk down the mall, a security guard stepped from behind a poll and grabbed her wrist.

"Excuse me miss. Please step back into the store."

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Tati demanded.

The guard said nothing as she forced Tati back into the store.

"Irene, I got another one here. You better lock the door so we can speak to this young lady," the guard said to the clerk who was still at her paperwork.

The clerk grabbed her keys and headed to lock the door. Tati noticed that the clerk seemed to smile rather oddly at the guard. She didn't think to much of it though as she was still trying to get her wrist free from the guard.

The clerk waved at them and pointed to a side door.

"Bring her back here Joanne. We can deal with her in private."

Tati looked at the guard real closely for the first time. Jesus! she thought to herself, the guard was a woman, but the most manly looking woman she'd ever seen.

The guard pushed Tati towards the doorway and then into the backroom where it led. Finally she let go of Tati's wrist as she shoved the girl over to a heavy set of empty clothes racks. Tati looked around quickly to see she was in some dirty storeroom. Dust was everywhere like the place had never been cleaned.

Tati spun to face them.

"What's going on? What do you people think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Listen little girl, I caught you red-handed. You were shoplifting and I saw you do it," the guard yelled.

Tati swallowed hard. She tried to bullshit her way out of it.

"What are you talking about? I didn't steal anything!"

"Why you little bitch! I watched you take those earings and you shoved them into your pocket!"

The guard shoved her against the racks as her hand went to Tati's skirt to find the earrings. Tati struggled and squirmed as the guard's hand went into each of her pockets. Finally the guard found what she wanted and pulled them out. She shoved the small box up to Tati's face and held it there.

"See you little bitch! You were stealing! All you cheerleader bitches are the same. You come in here acting so god-damn high and mighty! I'm gonna make an example of you bitch! You're going to jail!" The guard screamed at her.

Tati was now horrified. Jail!....holy shit!.....what am i going to do, she thought.

"Uh, please, uh, there must be some way we can work this out. Uh, there must be," she stammered.

"What is your name little girl?" the clerk said.

"Tati, uh, Tatiana Kennedy," she replied.

"Yes. And how old are you Tati?"

"I'm 18 ma'am," Tati replied, now trying to be on her best behaviour.

"Well Tati, I'm afraid that Joanne is right. The police must be called." Irene said matter of factly.

Tati was very alarmed.

"Police?! Please don't call the police. There must be a way to work this out," she begged.

"No, I don't think so. You were stealing from my store. You must go to jail."

Tati was almost about to cry. She couldn't go to jail. Her parents are going to kill her for this, she thought.

"No, please don't call the police. Please don't. I'll make this up to you. I'll do anything you want, but don't call the police," Tati cried.

The guard and the clerk looked at each other, each with a small and evil smile on their faces. Little did Tati know that her remark of 'I'll do anything you want' was going to be her downfall. The clerk stepped up to Tati and took her by the chin with her strong fingers.

"You'll do anything to get out of this? Hmmm, perhaps there is a way to work this out. But I'm warning you Tati, you must do exactly what you are told. If you do not, then I will have Joanne call the police. Do you understand?"

Tati meekly nodded her head.

"Very good then," Irene said as she stroked her hand across the girl's cheek.

"You are a very pretty girl Tati. It would be a shame to see you in jail. Joanne and I must be sure that you did not steal anything else besides the earrings. Therefore, we must conduct a thorough search."

Tati just looked at her, not sure what was to happen.

"So that Joanne and I are sure nothing more was stolen, you must be stripped and searched."

"Stripped! I swear I didn....." Tati tried to say, but the guard cut her off.

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH! YOU ARE GONNA BE STRIPPED AND SEARCHED. IF YOU DON'T COMPLY THEN I CALL THE POLICE," the guard screamed at her.

Tati cowered at the guard's intimidation. She looked at both of the older women and then nodded that she would comply.

"I'm glad that you will cooperate Tati. It will be much easier on you if you do," the clerk said.

"First then, please remove your top," she said as she pointed at the buttons on the front of Tati's vest.

Tati hesitated, but a poke and a growl from the guard got her started. She slowly undid the buttons from the bottom to the top. When she was through, she held the top closed with her hands.

"Tati, don't make this hard on yourself. Please remove your top -- all the way."

The frightened cheerleader slowly let the top open as she pushed it off her shoulders. It slid off her arms and fell to the floor behind her. The two older women took in the site of Tati's powder blue silk bra which barely held her ripe breasts. Tati tried to stand there with some dignity but the ogling eyes of the two women made her so uncomfortable that she failed miserably.

The guard picked up the vest and made a little show of checking it for any other stolen items, but it was purely a show, she didn't give a damn if they found anything else. Both the clerk and the guard wanted only one thing -- this beautiful, young girl's body.

"Now, we must continue our search. Your bra now please," the clerk said.

"But...," Tati pleaded.

"TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING BRA!" the guard screamed.

Tati jumped as her hands went to the clasp between her breasts. She was so scared that she fumbled with it several times before she got it open. Her sweet breasts pushed free as the bra came loose. As with the vest, she pushed the bra over her shoulders and let it fall. She tried to wrap her arms across her breasts, but the clerk pushed them down so that they could see her. Tati tried to turn herself to avoid their gaze, but they had her trapped against the steel racks and she had no room to move.

"You are a very pretty girl Tati. Your breasts are very full for such a young girl," the clerk said as her hand reached up to Tati's breasts but stopped short of touching them.

Tati held her breath as she watched the woman's hand hover only an inch from her tender skin. The woman cupped her hand under one breast as if to hold it, but still never quite touched the girl. Her hand moved from one breast to the other as Tati watched and waited for the woman's hand to stroke her breasts, but it never happened. When it lowered away, Tati finally took a breath of relief. But somehow, she felt almost a slight disappointment that the woman hadn't touched her.

"Very good Tati. This will all be over soon. I would like you to remove your skirt now," the clerk instructed.

Tati looked at the guard who was now openly leering at the half naked girl. She swallowed hard as her hand reached for the catch in her skirt. This time, she undid it with ease and let the short skirt slide down her tanned, slender legs. The guard reached down to it and held it as Tati stepped out of it. AS she stood back up, the guard let the back of her hand slide all the way up one of Tati's bare legs. Tati shook as a cold chill hit her.

Once again, the guard made a show of searching the skirt for more stolen items, but her eyes and her mind never left the nearly naked cheerleader's body.

The clerk knelt down and quickly untied Tati's shoes and removed them and then her short socks. The girl was now left with nothing but her powder blue panties.

"Well, it would seem that you have not stolen anything else. But there is still the matter of the earrings that you did steal and what we should do about that," the clerk told her.

Tati, still scared at the prospect of being arrested and now totally vulnerable as she stood there in just her panties, didn't say a word.

"I think that you should do something to make amends for stealing from the store," the clerk continued.

"Um, yes, I can do that. Just tell me what you want me to do," Tati said meekly.

The guard and the clerk looked at each other quickly, both of them with sly smiles.

"Yes there is something you can do Tati and if you do, we will not call the police," the clerk said.

"Um, uh, okay. Just tell me." Tati quickly said, not understanding the consequence.

"Very good my pretty little girl," the clerk said as she again stroked Tati's cheek.

"I want you to remove your panties Tati," she whispered to the girl.

Tati looked at her but stood still. The cheerleaders mind raced. She couldn't believe this was happenening to her. These women were forcing her to strip naked. What could they be doing? It was obvious she was not hiding anything more. But somehow, Tati realized she wanted to comply. Something about her being so helpless and almost naked in front of these women was making her feel aroused. She didn't know what to think. She had never entertained any thoughts about other women, but now being naked in front of these two strangers was effecting her.

"Take off your panties Tati," the clerk said again.

Slowly, Tati's fingers hooked the sides of her panties and slowly eased them down her slim legs. The two women watched as they could see the smooth white skin of the girl's firm round ass. They could barely hold themselves back as they lusted for the cheerleader's body.

Tati let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood back up and tried to cover her sex with one hand, but the clerk gently pushed her hand away. The poor girl was totally naked and defenseless as the clerk and the guard openly stared at her nearly perfect body. Tati stood there, her bare back against the cold metal of the empty racks. Her gorgeous body was totally exposed to the 2 women.

"Tati, you are so pretty. I am glad that you are cooperating, but there is something more that you must do," the clerk said to her, her voice heavy with lust.

Tati felt goosebumps as her arousal intensified. She was convinced now that these 2 women were lesbians and that she was going to be taken. She didn't say a word as she waited to hear what more they wanted.

"I want you to touch your breasts Tati. Cup them with your hands. Hold them. Play with your nipples Tati."

Slowly Tati's hands came up from her sides, her fingers gliding over her soft skin, until she took her own breasts in her hands. She lifted them gently as she slowly fondled herself. She felt her own pulse quicken as she touched herself while these women watched her. She pinched her nipples and made herself jump a little as she felt that stimulus go straight to her pussy.

"Yes Tati. Your breasts are very sensitive aren't they? It feels good to have them fondled. I've always found that teenage girls have especially sensitive breasts."

Tati realized quickly that these 2 women must have taken other girls before her. The thought of them trapping other girls as she had been trapped was even more arousing to her. She felt her pussy grow wetter at the thought. She squeezed her breasts harder as her arousal grew.

The 2 women looked at each other. They could see that the nubile teenager was growing hotter by the minute. All they had to do was coax her along and she would soon be begging them to fuck her.

"Now, I want you to continue to touch your breasts Tati, but let your right hand drop down your stomach. Yes, that's it. Very slowly. Now let your fingers touch your pussy Tati. Ummmmmm, yes. Very good. Your pussy is wet isn't it Tati?"

Tati nodded her head. Barely. As soon as her fingers had touched her sex, Tati had almost lost it. Her legs felt weak under her and she almost lost her balance. Her eyes almost closed as she let her fingers lightly massage the wet tender petals of her sex. Her body was on fire as one hand worked over her swollen breasts and the other teased her aching pussy. And she realized that she was doing all this to herself. The 2 women who were in control hadn't even touched her.

The 2 women let the girl tease her own pussy as they watched, evil smiles on their faces. When they would see the girl try to put a finger into herself, the clerk would gently stop her. They did not want her to orgasm -- not yet.

This went on for quite a few minutes, the poor girl working herself into an incredible state of arousal, but with no release in sight. She wanted desperately to get her fingers into her sex so she could cum, but they stopped her every time.

The clerk and the guard looked at each other and exchanged small nods. It was time to spring the final part of their little trap. They each reached out to Tati and took hold of her hands, pulling them away from her breasts and her pussy. Tati's eyes flew open as her forced masturbation suddenly ended.

"Okay Tati. You have done as we wanted. We will not call the police. You may go now," the clerk told her.

"What? But I....uh....I can't...uh.....leave like this," she stammered, her mind clouded by her arousal.

"What do you mean Tati?" the clerk asked dumbly.

"I....uh.....I need...."

"You need what Tati?"

"I need.....uh.....to cum."

"Do you want us to make you cum Tati? Is that what you want? Do you want us to take you? Do you want Joanne to suck your breasts as I lick your pussy? Say what you want Tati," the clerk demanded of her.

"Yes. Yes. I want to be taken. Please, you have to do it. I can't wait."

They were on her instantly. The guard wrapped an arm around her back as she pulled the young girl to her. The guard's hungry mouth closed over one of Tati's aching nipples and sucked it hard. Her teeth bit the nipple as the girl let her head drop backwards. The clerk had dropped to her knees and was pushing the girl's slender legs apart with her hands. Her head arched up as her tongue searched for the tender folds of Tati's sex. As soon as she found it, Tati came for the first time. Her body arched back hard as the spasm rocked her.

The 2 women held her as they gently lowered her to the floor, never stopping their assault on her young body. Tati's eyes were closed as she let them ravish her. She could feel the guard suckling her breasts and the teeth that were nibbling on her. She could feel her legs being held apart and the clerk's tongue snaking inside her pussy. It was only another minute before the cheerleader came for the second time.

Once on the dusty floor, the beautiful cheerleader writhed in ectasy as her young body was taken. Her body arched back as her breasts and pussy were licked and sucked by the skillful mouths of the 2 older women. Her head rolled from left right and her hair soaked up the dust from the floor as she gave herself to them. Her legs were being pushed as wide as they would go as the clerk rammed her tongue far into Tati's swollen sex. The girl cried out as she was forced to endure another stunning orgasm.

"Hey Irene, I think it's my turn now. But I have something different in mind," the guard said as she tapped the clerk on the back.

The guard went to a small desk and pulled something out of a bottom drawer. She stripped herself from the waist down as she put whatever it was around her hips. Turning back towards Tati, the girl could see that the guard had put on a large, black dildo.

She walked back over to Tati and knelt down between the girl's legs. The clerk grabbed hold of it and guided it to Tati's wet pussy as the guard lowered herself onto the girl. Tati moaned as the dildo entered her, stretching her sex as never before. The guard started to slowly pump her, the cheerleader's hips quickly matching the rhythm.




Cheerleader at the Mall



"Oh yeah. Look at her, she wants a good fucking," the guard said.

Tati squirmed under the guard as her body was overwhelmed by the sensations it felt. She had never had sex before -- contrary to the talk at school -- she was a virgin. She had masturbated many times and had even made herself cum, but nothing as intense as she was feeling now.

The sight of what was going on was intensely erotic. The slender, pretty girl, rapidly becoming filthy from the dirty floor, being pumped by the older, heavier woman while another woman licked at the girl's sensitive breasts. The girl, sweating profusely from the sexual assault, gathered more dust and grime every time she moved.

The clerk lifted herself away from the girl and went to the desk. She too pulled out a dildo and began to strap it on. She walked back over to them and slapped the guard on the shoulder.

"Roll over. I want to get at the sweet ass of her's," she told the guard.

Seeing the dildo strapped to the clerk, she wrapped an arm under Tati's back and lifted her as she rolled over. Tati was now on top of the guard who continued to pump her. The clerk knelt down behind the girl and wiped some of the grime off her backside. Then, she grabbed the girl's ass cheeks and pushed them apart as she guided the head of the dildo to the girl's unprotected anus.

Tati felt the woman handling her ass but didn't realize the new way she was about to be taken. When the dildo shoved into her ass, the girl almost passed out. She exhaled in a burst as she felt the dildo go into her sweet backside. The girl was sandwiched between the two women now, her pussy and her ass filled with the slimy dildo's. So as not to hurt her, the women slowly ground the dildo's into the girl rather than pumping her hard.

The sensation of it all was to much for the virginal cheerleader. She came two times in succession as her body was overwhelmed. But the women kept it up, still fucking the brunette teen with no remorse. The dildo's pushed in and out of her slowly building her up time and time again. It seemed to go on forever and the poor girl almost passed out several times.

Finally, after more than 90 minutes of it, the 2 women pulled the dildos out of the spent girl. Once the clerk had gotten out of the way, the guard pushed the sweaty girl off of her and back onto the floor. Tati laid there on her stomach, even more of the filthy floor sticking to her.

The two women cleaned themselves and got dressed again as they joked about their latest prize. Poor Tati laid on the floor passed out, oblivious to them.

The two women then gathered her up and put her skirt and vest back on her, not bothering with her bra and panties, which they stuffed into a drawer that was filled with other bras and other panties from other young ladies who had made the mistake of shoplifting. Then, they carried her out a back door into the mall parking lot. They had looked in her purse for her car keys so they could find her car in the empty lot. The sat her in the passenger seat still passed out.

The next morning, Tati woke as the sun hit her face to find herself half undressed and in her car. Her body was covered with dried sweat and the grime from the storeroom floor. Her she had her uniform back on, but her vest was open and her bra and panties were gone. She reached under the vest and touched her tender nipples as she remembered how the 2 women had chewed on her. Then, she felt between her legs to her red, swollen pussy. It was so tender that she could barely touch it without cringing. But then she realized how tender she felt on her backside. Rolling in the seat a bit, her hand snaked around her sweet rear end and touched her anus. She jumped as she touched the recently stretched flesh.

Tati pulled her hand back as she sat and looked at the mall, thinking about what had happened to her. It didn't take her long to decide that all her future shoplifting would take place in one store and one store only.

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Cheerleader Initiation



PROLOGUE

Game night—first of the year. Late August in Key Biscayne, Florida was still warm enough to be summer in most parts of the country, ideal weather for the first junior college football game of the season. It was almost 7 pm, only minutes from the opening kickoff. The stands were packed to the gills, a showing to be expected of the defending National Junior College champion.

The cheerleading squad was doing its best to ratchet the crowd up to a fever pitch, and their efforts were working to great effect. Jenny Thompson, cheerleading captain, began the next cheer.

"READY, OK! Here we go..."

Ella Sanders was breathless, stunned by the number of fans in attendance. She had no idea there would be this many! She thought back to last year, the last week of school, and her meeting with Mr. Anderson...

CHAPTER 1 -- The Beginning

"Ella, it's simple. Major colleges and universities will want to see some kind of campus involvement from potential students. Sports, cheerleading, class officer, that sort of thing." Mr. Anderson smiled benevolently at the first year student and spoke again. "Your grades are perfect; you are taking the highest level classes, so nothing to worry about there. The only thing I think you should add to your junior college resume would be the student body involvement I was just telling you about." Mr. Anderson paused, looking Ella up and down. "You seem very fit—you don't play any sports at all?"

Ella bit her tongue, thinking. Absently she brushed a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear, revealing perfect skin, brilliant green eyes, and white, even teeth. Her features seemed chiseled. She shook her head no and looked down.

Mr. Anderson peered at Ella again, a more penetrating stare than before, sizing her up. She was only five feet tall, of slight build, moderate chest size. He figured she weighed all of 100 pounds. Mr. Anderson knew exactly what she was made for.

"Ella, I am the advisor for the cheerleading squad. We need a tumbler—that is, a slender young lady to do a few acrobatic throws, and I think you would be perfect. It would be for the football season, which is only eleven games, plus the playoffs of course, I'm sure we'll make it back again this year." Looking Ella in the eye, the school counselor raised one eyebrow expectantly. "What do you think?"

"Mr. Anderson, one question—would they accept me? The cheerleaders, I mean. They seem kind of...territorial." Her voice was light, unsure, something that continually left her frustrated. No matter how confident she was about something, she was unable to carry that sense of rightness into what she was saying. 

Mr. Anderson laughed and nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed they are, Ella, but we need you, you'll be wonderful. I'm sure you would do just fine, if you wanted to give it a shot."

Ella thought for a moment, nodded her head, asked: "What do I do?"

Over the summer, practices went very smoothly, nearly trouble-free, with one notable exception—Ella had to stop tumbling. She had grown like a weed over the summer months, surprising since she was already eighteen years old. Her body was taking its final, major steps to womanhood and the breathtaking beauty she would become, she sprung two inches in height and her hips flared noticeably. It was her breasts, the way they swelled, becoming much fuller than before, that was the biggest change. They went from comfortable Cs to full Ds, maybe DD, by the end of the summer. All told, she put on an additional twenty-five pounds, leaving her perhaps a little pudgy—but if ever someone looked good carrying an extra twenty-five pounds it was Ella Sanders, she was quite literally a brick shithouse, a natural beauty guys couldn't help but notice. It was fair to say she got a lot of unwanted attention these days...

Ella may have had natural good looks, she always had, but she never consciously went out of her way to emphasize them. She preferred to be the shy, quiet girl in the shadows, the one nobody paid any attention to. After that summer, however, male attention was unavoidable: her body was like a magnet that constantly drew attention, pointed stares that lingered on her curves whether she noticed or not. In her mind, boys had never really paid attention to her before and she saw no reason for them to now, regardless of the changes her body had undergone. After all, she was still one of the geeks, member of the Honors Society, Science Club, and the Math Team. Even geeks draw attention: long stares, narrowly focused on her girl-next-door curves, accompanied her everywhere she went. She was being sized up, graded, and found to be fine, mighty fine. If only she had noticed, been just a bit more observant, she would have caught them in the act, would have been concerned that maybe, just maybe, some of them were...well...dangerous...

Jenny Thompson, the cheerleader captain who was transferring to the University of Florida the following year, had taken Ella under her wing during the practice-filled summer.

"You'll be great, babe, just keep practicing and working hard!" Jenny would say, or something similar, while the seven cheerleaders were grinding through yet another repetition of their routines.

Ella thought to herself it was all fine and well for Jenny to say that, because Jenny was perfect. 5'8, 140 pounds, slender but curvy, golden hair, sky blue eyes, killer smile, the most popular girl in school hands down.

It was so unfair.

Nevertheless, through her hard work, the other cheerleaders accepted Ella—she learned all her routines flawlessly. Everyone was excited about the upcoming football season.

CHAPTER 2 -- The Uniform

On the morning of the first game the cheerleaders were called to Mr. Anderson's office over the intercom.

"I know they're late, but the new cheerleader outfits are finally here." Mr. Anderson smiled, handing each of them a plastic-covered packet with a red, white, and blue outfit sealed and neatly folded inside. "I expect you girls to be dressed out in these for the pep rally this afternoon, alright?"

The cheerleaders nodded, collected their things, and headed off to their respective classes. As she walked, Ella looked down at her packet—there didn't seem to be a lot of material there. Since the outfits had been custom fit she wasn't too concerned about how minimal it looked, and let it slip from her mind.

Of course, the fitting had been last June...

Ella walked into the girl's locker room after lunch. Jenny was already there, dressed, sitting on a stool by the sinks.

"Oh my God, Jenny, you look awesome!" Ella proclaimed. The blouse was red and white, sleeveless, 4 buttons in front, and went down just to Jenny's waist. The navy blue skirt was mid-thigh length, just high enough to look nice, just low enough to avoid sleazy. The outfit really did Jenny justice—she filled it nicely in all the right places, without hanging out in any of the wrong ones, a perfect fit. Ella was more at ease about wearing hers now, seeing the look it had on Jenny; Ella had been sure it would look sluttish. 

"Well get yours on, babe, let's see how you look," Jenny encouraged, motioning to the outfit Ella had draped over her arm, plastic wrapping still intact.

Quickly Ella made her way to a stall, closed the door, and began to undress.

First off were her Nikes, then her Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and finally the loose t-shirt she always wore, which she pulled over her head. Shirt off, she shook her hair out, running her fingers through the shoulder-length strands. She took a moment to look at herself in the small mirror on the back of the stall door.

'Damn,' Ella thought, cupping her breasts with her hands, 'they keep getting bigger.' She had moved up to a 36D from the 34C she had worn at the end of last year, but now spilled creamy flesh noticeably over the top of even the bigger bra. She could see a slight nudge where her nipples were—she got the thickest, most padded bras she could find, and still her seemingly always rigid nipples would show at the most inopportune of times. Every day since school had started two weeks before, Ella would catch some guy staring at her chest, thrust unexpectedly far from her body, nipples poking out just so.

"Remember to wear the strapless, babe, or we'll look like shit out there," Jenny called from the sink, where she was checking her makeup.

'Right,' Ella thought, and reached for it in her bag. Ella heard all the other girls in the locker room now; they had all arrived and were getting ready for the upcoming pep rally. Quickly Ella removed her bra, her breasts barely dropping after their support was gone. They stood out proudly from her body, a bit bigger than would be balanced even with the extra weight the summer had put on her.

After getting the sports bra on, Ella looked at the mirror again and gasped. Her nipples stuck out half an inch in this smaller, thinner bra. Her over-large breasts hung over the cups a bit much for her taste, and the dark, silver dollar-sized areolas were plainly visible. Why was this bra so small? She had bought it only a month before.

Movement caught Ella's eye; she looked down and saw two tennis shoe clad feet beneath the stall door. She inhaled quickly and instinctively brought her arms up over her chest. Slowly she shifted her gaze up to the face above the door.

Jenny grinned back at her wickedly.

"Wow babe, you're a woman now!" Jenny laughed, twirled, and walked off.

Ella removed her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of hair—she kept it that way so it wouldn't catch in her clothes—and bent over slightly to put on the athletic panties. She managed to shrug them all the way up and over her hips, but they were very tight and she felt a slight pressure on her mound as she positioned them squarely between her thighs. She rubbed her fingers over her outer lips gently, feeling the tightness of the fabric. Her breath caught.

"Oh my God," she whispered. With everything so tightly bound, her lips were ultra sensitive. She allowed her finger to settle for just a second, and then quickly withdrew it.

Ella had ever masturbated—far from it. She was waiting for the man she would marry before she had any kind of sex play. Still, when she bathed, she sometimes felt a pressure, a light buzzing sensation, when she cleaned herself 'down there,' and wondered what would happen if she lingered on it for very long...

'No time,' Ella thought and stepped into her skirt, pulling it up around her waist. The skirt hung slightly above mid-thigh, higher than she would have liked, certainly higher than Jenny's. Frowning, she continued getting dressed, pushing her arms through the sleeveless blouse and pulling it up over her shoulders.

The buttons were a stretch. The blouse was just too small. After sucking in her breath, Ella managed to get all four buttons done. She took a long look in the mirror, sizing up her body and the way it was stuffed into her ill-fitting cheerleaders outfit.

"Oh no..." Ella's voice trailed off. "Jenny," she called out; her soft voice, barely more than a whisper, hung in the air.

No answer.

Louder: "Jenny."

"Yeah babe, what's up?"

"Can you help me a sec, please?"

Ella heard a rustling and footsteps padded her way. The stall door shook but didn't open.

"Open the door babe, it's locked," Jenny said.

Ella unlocked the door; Jenny edged in, looking Ella over as she entered the stall. 

"Jesus, Ella."

Jenny thought Ella's outfit was borderline pornographic. The bulge of her full breasts jiggled in plain view, half a moon visible above the top of the blouse. They moved almost on their own at Ella's slightest motion, heaving massively and swelling well above the blouse with each breath. The buttons struggled, barely able to contain the massive chest beneath.

"Turn around babe, let's see how it looks on you."

Ella turned—the skirt was higher in the back. Ella's thighs were rounded, her legs medium length, totally unmarked. She was showing an awful lot of skin.

'Well, she'll get us plenty of attention, that's for sure,' Jenny thought to herself. 

She spoke: "You look great, babe. We'll order you a new outfit right away, this one might be a tad small, but for now it's gonna have to do. I guess the end of June fitting was a bad idea, eh?"

Ella smiled weakly. "I think it's too small," she squeaked, not wanting to upset the cheerleading captain.

"Girls, come here a sec," Jenny called, stepping out of the stall. She turned to Ella: "Come on out babe." Jenny turned and mouthed 'Say it's ok' to the other girls soundlessly before turning her attention back to Ella.

Ella stepped outside the stall door, hands clasped tightly together.

"Turn around for us babe. Now girls, tell Ella how she looks."

"Nice," said Maggie.

"Very nice," Audrey said, clapping her hands together.

"Tasteful," Anna said. Jenny almost snickered.

"You don't think it's too small?" Ella asked them.

"Oh no, of course not. We're cheerleaders!"

All through the pep rally Ella felt the stares. Every eye in the student body seemed transfixed, glued to her madly bouncing breasts, which were struggling desperately to escape their confinement. Half an orb would become visible with each bounce on a cheer, then disappear and reappear seconds later.

Ella felt her chest working its way clear of the bra, the heft of her heavy breasts slowly slipping up and over the paltry cups attempting to hold them in place.

Suddenly, she felt quite different. The top button of her blouse had popped off! Her blouse was hanging open at the top. Quickly, Ella bent over at the waist to look for her lost button.

This was even worse for Ella—every male present had his sights focused squarely down her mostly open blouse, staring with naked lust at the deep curves of her heaving, milky white flesh. There was a canyon of virginal cleavage on display.

"Oh my fucking God, look at that," drifted, barely audible, to Ella's ears. She flushed deep crimson, still looking for the button. "Big fuckin' tits," a voice whispered. The crowd was murmuring now.

Feeling a piercing gaze on her trembling breasts, Ella abruptly looked up.

"Uh...hi..." Ella offered weakly. Quarterback Stone Moore stood a few feet away, arms crossed. His eyes were trained squarely on her swollen breasts.

Stone looked up and grinned crookedly.

"Oh...hi there...Helen is it?"

"Ella."

"Oh yeah. Ella, of course."

Stone smiled his most charming, disarming smile. "Looking for something?"

"Uh...yes...my button..."

"Ah, here you go," Stone said, holding the button out.

Ella reached for it, her blouse flashing open as she did so.

Stone stepped backwards.

Ella stepped forward, breasts flailing wildly.

Unabashed, Stone stared directly at them, willing them into exposure.

Ella took the button.

"I'd get that fixed before the game," Stone said. His eyes never left her chest.

CHAPTER 3 -- The Football Game

Seconds from kickoff.

The sheer number of fans at the game staggered Ella; her excitement was tempered by worry about her blouse and how much of a show she might give tonight. She had sewn the button back in place, double looped, and it held—for now.

To Ella this was like the pep rally, where all eyes seemed to be staring at her overexposed breasts. The difference was, this was thousands rather than hundreds, and Ella felt very small, powerless to back out on her duties as a cheerleader, especially since Mr. Anderson had been so serious about asking her participation. She didn't want to let him down.

'Tough it out,' Ella thought to herself. 

Ella had complained to Jenny after the pep rally; Jenny's response still rang around inside her head, and Jenny had repeated those words again as she drove Ella (who didn't have a car) to the game.

"For the team Ella, just suck it up. It's only one game; we'll get you a new outfit before the next one." Her voice sounded slightly annoyed, almost irritated.

So, Ella convinced herself she could suck it up for the game. She didn't want to let Jenny down...

Halftime.

Miraculously, the blouse had stayed put, even though Ella knew by the soft breeze that played over her wobbling breasts just how exposed they really were. Her bra was badly misaligned, and she felt the too-tight sport panties crawling up her ass and increasing the pressure on her pussy lips with every motion. She had to get to a bathroom and adjust herself.

Finding a sign to the restrooms, Ella realized she would have to navigate a crowd around the concession stand. She wondered how all those people could stand to be so close to each other—shoulder to shoulder, chest to back—and wondered if she would manage to get back through before the start of the second half.

As she walked into the crowd, Ella felt bodies close in around her and press up against hers, hands and arms touching every part of her body. She was turned around once, then twice; her body was being jostled every which way. She ended up with her chest mashed up against a tall mans back. Her breasts swelled, a lot of curved flesh rising above the top of her blouse. 

Suddenly a hand rested on her ass, comfortably, as though it belonged there. Ella tried to put her hands down to remove it, but she was pinned too tightly to do so. The hand worked her skirt up, then tried to insinuate itself under her panties. Thankfully the panties were too tight for this; but no matter, the hand shifted its attention, began persistently rubbing over her mound and outer lips, a light but constant presence. Ella felt a buzzing sensation within, a terrible pressure building between her legs. Her cheeks flushed, beads of sweat shone on her brow.

'Just stop,' Ella thought to herself. She felt eyes staring down from her left, and turned, looking up.

Mr. Anderson.

Was he staring at her chest? And where was his...

"Ah, Ella, how are you?" Mr. Anderson croaked, licking his lips nervously.

"I...uh...I'm ok, just need to get to the restroom."

"Ella, it's the other way dear." Mr. Anderson said, nodding back in the opposite direction.

With newfound vigor, Ella struggled through the crowd. Hands touched her ass, rubbed it, grazed across her breasts. Another hand reached around and cupped her left breast, squeezing it tightly. Ella shrugged it off and continued to the restroom. She had to get herself fixed up; the second half would be kicking off soon, so she simply plowed through all the touching and grabbing.

This must come with being a cheerleader...

'Damn,' Ella thought, looking at herself in the mirror, 'how is it holding?'

Her bra was nearly ruined. Her impressive rack simply outmatched the flimsy material of the bra. Her panties faired little better, having worked themselves up into a high wedgie.

'I can't do it,' she thought, frustrated. 'I just can't finish this.'

She adjusted her breasts in the bra, centering them as best she could, then went looking for Jenny.

Jenny was irritated.

"Ella, it's just another half. Besides, I'm your ride, remember?" Jenny looked Ella up and down, nodded. "You look great, come on, you can do this! We're cheerleaders!" Jenny beamed her best smile at Ella, then turned and made her way back to the field.

Key Biscayne JC led Kent JC 7-0 at the half. A defensive struggle, there were only 127 yards of total offense in the first two quarters of play. 

The second half saw a little more action and scoring. Key Biscayne had a pair of field goals in the third quarter. Kent JC had managed two touchdowns, one on a fumble return, and now led Key Biscayne 14-13. There were six minutes left in regulation, with Kent in possession at midfield.

"Push 'em back, work 'em back, wwaaayyyyyy back!" the cheerleaders screamed, emphasizing the cheer with little hops.

Ella was miserable. Her bra was constantly springing her breasts up past the top of her blouse, and she feared more than once both breasts had actually leapt free. She felt like the bra was just a bunch of material beneath her heaving chest, pushing her breasts further and further up; but she had no time to adjust them, Jenny had the crew cheering nonstop.




Cheerleader Initiation



Two minutes to play, still 14-13 Kent over Key Biscayne. Key Biscayne now had the ball, at its own 35 yard-line, and was driving.

As they started the next cheer, Ella felt it—her top button let go, and the blouse was flapping around helplessly. She was certain her breasts were all but exposed now. She had no idea how much...

With every leap, both orbs bounced out of her top, nipples hard, wide areolas clearly visible to all. When she landed, they would be covered, but only barely. Any movement left them virtually uncovered. The next routine called for the cheerleaders to bend over at the waist.

'I can't mess this up,' Ella thought, and forced herself to continue.

In unison the seven cheerleaders bent over, and a small gasp escaped the fans just in front of the cheerleaders. They were magnificent, milky white globes of tremendous size, hanging pendulously from the young cheerleader's chest. They were punctuated by a fine sheen of sweat. A few whistles pierced the night air.

Abruptly, the routine called for the cheerleaders to stand upright, thrust one arm high in the air while putting the other hand on their waist, holding the position. As Ella did so, her full breasts caught on the blouse, and one of them stuck there. Holding her position, Ella was painfully aware that her breast was bared for all to see.

A small roar erupted, and some of the football players on the bench turned to see what the fuss was about. Just as fast, Ella pulled her arms up and covered herself. She knelt down, careful not to bend, frantically searching for her button.

"Ella! Time for the next cheer! We're about to score!"

It was true. Key Biscayne was at the eight yard-line, 20 seconds to go, 3rd down. The clock was winding down. A draw play was called; Stone took the snap, stepped back, and eyed his huge left tackle Ricky Banks. He darted off Ricky's hip, juked the linebacker, and scampered to the end zone.

"Touchdown Moore! Touchdown Moore! Touchdown Moore!"

The stadium roared.

Time for the next cheer—and the story of the bare-breasted cheerleader was born, as for the duration of that cheer, Ella could do nothing to keep them restrained, her naked mounds were jiggling and bouncing as if they were merely part of the show.

CHAPTER 4 -- Postgame Plans

"Thank God it's over," Ella said in the car as Jenny began to pull away from the stadium. After the game, she had changed quickly in the girls' restroom, putting on some grubby sweatpants and a white tank top, minus her bra and sport panties. She hadn't thought to pack any others, expecting that hers would hold up, but it was ok, she would be home soon. She couldn't wait to take a shower and change—

"Ella, why don't you come over for a bit tonight, it'll just be us and a couple of the other cheerleaders, we can have some fun. My dad is out of town on a business trip."

Ella was from Tallahassee and lived in the dorms; she knew Jenny was from Key Biscayne and still lived at home with her lawyer father in one of the biggest houses on the Island—which was saying something, to be sure. Jenny's mother had passed on when she was quite young; it all added up to a very large, very empty house on a Friday night.

Ella considered it a moment.

"My roomie is expecting me, Jen," she offered weakly.

Jenny flipped her cell phone over to Ella, making a smooth turn in her father's Escalade.

"Give her a call, babe, tell her you'll be late."

Ella called, but there was no answer. She left a brief message: "Gerdie, we won the game! I'm going to Jenny's house for a while—just us cheerleaders. I'll be late getting back to the room, see you then." Ella looked at Jenny and smiled softly.

She couldn't help but notice that Jenny had the strangest look upon her face.

"What are they doing here?" Ella whispered. Ella and Jenny had arrived at the house and, true enough, the only other girls there were a couple of fellow cheerleaders: Jenny and Ella, of course, along with Anna and Maggie. But there were also four guys, all from the football team. Jenny's boyfriend, John Boy Wiggins, was there. Stu Robinson, who used to be Anna's boyfriend, was also there. Add in Ricky and Stone, and Ella was starting to get a little nervous.

"We're just gonna watch some MTV, talk about stuff, you know. It's your chance to get to know some of the players on the team. Besides, Stone scored the winning touchdown, and he asked me about you earlier. Stu did too, actually—hell, so did Ricky, all but John Boy. BUT, John Boy's my bitch and he knows better!" Jenny laughed and glanced at Ella.

"Oh...ok..." Ella felt very small, so out of place with all these members of the cool crowd. Plus, Stone was much older—wasn't he like, 21? She had heard he was held back in elementary school, because of a car accident. He cut a very athletic figure: brown hair, brown eyes, 6'4, 210 pounds. 'He is like a walking muscle,' Ella thought.

In fact Stone had recently signed a transfer letter with the University of Miami, and the U expected him to contribute and start right away. Ricky was the left tackle, 6'5, 295 pounds; he was at KBJC because he failed to achieve a minimum SAT score. His chest and arms were like iron. Stu, a 6'1 shut down corner, weighed 205 pounds, had 4.3 speed and was already better than most cornerbacks at the major college level. He hit guys like a Mack truck, and had the nickname 'Assassin' tied to him, after some of the Jack Tatum-style hits he put on the opposition. Stu had single-handedly put 3 QBs out of business the prior year. The folks at Florida State were very excited about him coming to town—again, assuming he could keep his nose clean at Key Biscayne. John Boy, the smallest of the four, was only 6'0, 180 pounds, but he was the number one ranked wide receiver in JC football. He regularly turned little slants and outs into big plays, breaking a tackle and taking it to the house with his electrifying speed. His transfer was locked into the University of Florida with Jenny for the following year.

'I guess its ok if we just watch TV and talk,' Ella thought to herself, 'but they sure look like they have something else in mind.' Biting her lip, Ella took a seat on the couch in Jenny's living room and sank deep into the cushions.

She hoped she wasn't in for a long night.

CHAPTER 5 -- The Closet Game, Round One

At first, everything went smoothly. Ella was introduced to all the football players, but she didn't stand up or move around; she stayed on the couch and kept her arms crossed over her chest the whole time. She wasn't sure how much of her chest would show beneath the thin white tank top, and she was taking no chances. The football game was over, and so was the hanging tit show that everyone had heard about and/or whistled at nonstop 

MTV News came on, and a flicker of it got their attention.

"—seems this game, 10 Minutes, is taking high school and college campuses by storm. The way it works is, a guy picks one girl to go to the closet with him, and for ten minutes, with the lights off, almost anything goes, there are no real rules—except the hard-and-fast ten-minute rule. Basically, it's Spin The Bottle, updated for the 21st century. This is..."

"Hey," Anna said, "let's play!"

Ella shook her head, nervous. No way was she getting in the closet with any of these guys for ten minutes.

"Do you have a big enough closet Jenny?" Maggie asked, glancing at Ella quickly.

"Are you kidding? We got closets for days, let me check the coat closet by the door, see how crowded it is." 

Jenny got up and walked to the closet, her mind racing. 

This was better than anything she could have imagined.

She opened the door to the closet and hit the light switch, bathing it with bright white light. The closet was eight feet long, four feet across, with deep, plush carpeting. Jenny scrambled around for a few minutes, picking up some shoes and placing them on the shelves above. When she had the floor cleared, she grabbed a thick quilt and spread it out, then returned to the others.

"All set! Who goes first?"

Ella stood and walked to the bathroom quickly, careful to keep her arms across her chest. She motioned to Jenny, who rolled her eyes, rose and followed.

"I don't know Jenny—I've never...you know...with...with a...guy...before..."

Jenny looked straight ahead as though she didn't hear a word.

"All they'll do is kiss and maybe hold your hand. You're serious—you've never kissed a guy before?"

"Well one boy, in high school, but mostly, I'm just too busy doing homework and stuff," Ella replied nervously.

'This just keeps getting better,' Jenny thought. She put a cheery smile on her face. "This will be nothing, Ella, I'll tell them to be gentle with you. Besides, they could pick anybody, Stu used to be with Anna you know, I'm sure he is waiting for just this kind of chance to get her alone." Jenny laughed, and Ella giggled in response. "Be a trooper?" Jenny asked, smiling playfully.

"Ok," Ella said reluctantly, taking a deep breath, "just make sure if somebody does pick me, we only go in for the ten minutes, ok?"

"Absolutely."

'What could happen in ten minutes?' Ella thought, desperate to convince herself precious little could happen in such a short period of time. After a quick trip to the kitchen for a diet soda and some micro-waved popcorn she went back to her seat on the couch, where she absently snacked and watched the latest Usher video playing on MTV.

"Ok, John Boy is first, who do you pick?" Jenny asked, looking at her boyfriend innocently.

"Jenny," John Boy said, and smiled. The couple held hands and walked into the closet.

"Time!" Maggie proclaimed, and started the kitchen timer Jenny had scrounged up.

The ten minutes passed surprisingly fast, and before Ella knew it she saw Jenny and John Boy walking out of the closet. Everything seemed perfectly fine. Deciding she had overreacted, Ella clapped with the others, congratulating the lucky first couple.

"What did you do?" Anna asked, unashamed.

"Wouldn't you like to know," John Boy replied smoothly, and everybody laughed.

Jenny cleared her throat. "Next up is Stu."

"I pick...Anna," Stu said, and walked over to the closet.

Anna rose and walked over behind Stu. She turned around at the last minute, shook her head and waggled her finger in the air as if to say, 'Stu gets nothing!' and entered the closet. This was following by more giggling.

Ella returned her attention to the TV. Gradually, her arms dropped below her breasts and Stone, who had stared at Ella nonstop, was pleased to see both breasts plainly visible through the translucent top. Her nipples stood at rapt attention, surrounded by dark, silver dollar sized areolas, just the way he liked them. He licked his lips, hoping he would be next so he could take this pretty young thing into the closet and get to know her a little better—a LOT better. 'Jesus,' he thought, his heart pounding in anticipation; his cock was stirring in anticipation. 

The timer dinged.

"Time!" Jenny announced. "Ricky next."

"Maggie," Ricky said, and the two of them got up and quickly went into the closet, pulling the door quietly shut behind them.

Ella watched closely as Stu and Anna stepped out of the closet, looking for any signs of funny business. Like John Boy and Jenny before them, Stu and Anna were still clothed and looked like they were having fun. Ella looked back to the TV, returning her attention to the popcorn. 'It's going to be fine,' she thought, 'this is just a harmless—'

Suddenly she felt a shift of weight on the couch as someone took a seat beside her. Figuring it was Jenny, Ella turned and started to speak.

"Jen—"

"I'm not Jenny," Stone said, sitting right by Ella. He glanced down at her full breasts, taking in the swell of them, felt his cock stiffening uncomfortably. He hadn't been this hard since life guarding at the beach last summer.

Now he was more than glancing, he was staring, slack-jawed; he could drive nails with the erection he was sporting now. He was so fucking hard, and she was so soft, he just wanted to throw her down and pump her to oblivion. He knew he had to go real slow with her, not spook her by moving too fast; be persistent. Jenny said Ella was nervous and a virgin, a tough nut to crack, but then Stone had a lot of experience.

He'd nail this bitch tonight, he was sure.

Ella pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered herself, then pointedly returned her attention to MTV. She knew Stone was looking at her but tried to ignore it, play it off.

Again the timer dinged.

"Time! Stoney is up, who is it gonna be, big fella?" Jenny asked, posing for him. John Boy grabbed her and pulled her down into his lap.

"I pick...Ella."

Walking out of the closet, Ricky and Maggie made a 'Wooo' sound as Stone announced his choice, as did everyone else. Ella wasn't sure she had heard correctly.

"Come on cupcake," Stone said, trying to seem harmless.

Meekly Ella rose and followed Stone to the closet, her eyes downcast. 

"Starting time!" Jenny said.

As they got to the door, Stone held it open for Ella and then followed her through, closing the door behind him.

It was dark.

Unsure what to do, Ella sat down, hands in her lap. Stone sat directly behind her, wrapping his long legs around her body. He touched her shoulders lightly, rubbing them in small circles. Ella had to admit this felt good, and seemed harmless enough.

"Good game huh?" Stone whispered. The sound of laughter and MTV droned in under the door, keeping the closet from being totally silent.

"Yeah, it was great. I didn't think it would be so much fun," Ella replied gamely. She began to feel warm in her upper back and shoulders.

Stone moved his hands halfway down Ella's arms, still rubbing them lightly, every now and then wrapping his hands around her upper arms and letting his finger tips play on the sides of Ella's breasts, where they spilled out from underneath the tank top. Ella shrugged into herself, trying to escape his touch. She only ended up backing further into Stone's thick chest. Stone moved his right hand up to Ella's head and turned it sideways. He leaned in towards her, nuzzled into the side of her neck. He kissed her softly.

Ella wanted to stop him, but only if he crossed the line. She sighed and considered what he was doing to her; a kiss on the neck was innocent enough. Surely he didn't mean to touch the side of her breasts with his fingertips; that had to be accidental, though he kept doing it. Ella's chest was starting to get warm now, tingly. Nobody had ever touched her this way before, not even little Stevie, when they had snuck into his bedroom two years ago. All she had done was kiss him on the cheek. Did that even count as a kiss? He had been so passive...

Stone wasn't passive; after turning her head, he brought his lips to hers, kissed her gently.

Ella felt a sudden fire, and fought the pounding in her brain. Was it supposed to feel like this? It felt...good. But scary. Too much of this had to be bad.

"Stone—"

Stone covered Ella's mouth with his, and brought both his arms around her, hugging her back tightly to his chest. He felt her nipples, very tight, against his arms, and put his hands on the upper swell of Ella's remarkably full breasts. It felt so good, the first time, easing his way into things. No need to rush. Stone eased his hands down over her breasts, relishing the soft feel. He tested her lips with his tongue, gauging her reaction.

'Oh my God,' Ella though, her head nearly exploding with the pressure she felt. 'He's touching my breasts!' His fingers squeezed, gently at first, but then a little tighter, gripping, closing around the nipples... 

Just as she was about to object, she heard faintly, "Time!" and sighed with relief. Very quickly, Ella rose and stepped out of the closet.

The light was intense, and Ella raised her arms to block it out. As she did, everyone (including John Boy, who should have had eyes only for Jenny) couldn't help but notice her prominent nipples and dark areolas through the little white tank top, practically screaming for attention.

Jenny noticed them, too; she noticed the way Ella's plump breasts bulged, stuffed into a too-small tank top. And she noticed John Boy, giving them a long once over.

'Well, that just won't do. No, that won't do at all,' Jenny thought as she stood, crossed the room, and began to whisper in Stone's ear. Whatever she was saying, he seemed to approve: a predatory glare slowly spread over his face, followed by a wolfish grin.

Stone abruptly stood up, motioned Ricky and Stu into the kitchen.

Ella would be getting around, with almost no holds barred...

"See, that wasn't so bad," Jenny whispered to Ella as she took a seat, nudging her elbow.

Ella smiled and replied, "I guess not. He was pretty nice about it."

"They just want to kiss a little, maybe hold hands. Nothing major," Jenny said, looking into Ella's eyes. Ella nodded understanding.

"Hey, I have an idea," Stu said over the chatter. He had just returned from the kitchen, fresh beer in hand. Everyone quieted for him. "Why don't we give each guy one extension? That is, if we are gonna keep playing."

"Sure, we can go another round, it's only just after midnight," Jenny said.

"I have to go," Ella said, looking around sheepishly.

"Ella, that's not gonna happen," Jenny said quickly. She smiled in a way that was anything but nice. "Looks like you're stuck here for the night. Daddy's gone for the weekend, you can have his room."

There was a perceptible pause, as if everyone in the room was digesting what Jenny had just said. It seemed that everyone in the room was smiling—

—everyone except Ella. Getting the clue and having no way home, Ella nodded in resignation. She was staying the night.

Looking around, Ella blinked. The girls were drinking wine coolers. All the guys were drinking beers. Why hadn't she noticed before? There were several empties in the kitchen; they had obviously been drinking all along! Stu, misunderstanding Ella's confusion, looked back at her and said, "Check the fridge. There's more in there, if you want."

Suddenly, Ella was very nervous, but hid it with a sip of her diet Coke. She reached for some popcorn, noticed half of it was gone. Thankfully, Stone sat on the loveseat opposite the coffee table, rather than right beside her. Ella still felt a subtle heat in her chest, a dull ache in her temples. Her inner thighs were tingly. Being in the closet had been...exhilarating, and scary. Surely nobody would pick her this time.

CHAPTER 6 -- Round Two

"Ok, first up this time is Ricky."

"I pick Ella," Ricky said without pause as he headed to the closet.

Slowly Ella got to her feet and made her way over.

Ricky closed the door and turned out the lights.

Ella hadn't noticed the lights last time, she supposed they must already have been turned off when she and Stone entered before. She couldn't decide if she'd rather have them on or off; not that it mattered, really, as Ricky was wasting no time getting started.

Still standing, Ricky reached out, put his arms around Ella and clumsily pulled her closer. At the same time, Ella vaguely heard Jenny talk about turning off the TV so they could listen to her iPod. Suddenly, Eminem was blasting the living room, telling them all about the Real Slim Shady. Ella realized she couldn't hear the words over Ricky's heavy breathing.

"What did you give up for Stone?" Ricky asked, matter of fact. He dropped his hands behind Ella's back, rubbing them over her ass slowly. He squeezed, and pulled her closer.

"I...uh...we just kissed...a little..." Ella didn't know what to say. She felt her breasts pushed into Ricky's chest, realized he must have removed his shirt as soon as the door closed. She squirmed a bit, wanting to be out of his grasp, but if he were content to simply rub her bottom, she would let him get away with that. She just had to keep things under control...




Cheerleader Initiation



"Ah, so kissing is ok then," Ricky said as he lowered his mouth to Ella's. He covered her lips, and opened his mouth slightly.

Not knowing what to do, Ella did the same, felt his tongue move against her lips. Ricky tightened his grip on Ella's ass, kneading it; his hands were pushing her sweats around her ass, exploring her rounded cheeks, sliding up and down the crack slowly. Ella felt something press up against her stomach, and felt the familiar tingle and heat return to her body. Breathless, her head was positively pounding.

The kissing was more intense. Ricky wiggled his tongue around Ella's mouth smoothly, and Ella tried to do the same. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking over the side. Her stomach was tumbling, feeling very strange.

"That's it baby," Ricky whispered, "let's lay down."

Ricky brought his hands to Ella's shoulders and pushed her to her knees. He stood a moment more, sliding his waist close to her head. His erect cock, which hung unsupported under his sweatpants, brushed against her cheek. He clenched it, felt it shift back and forth against her face.

Ella didn't notice, thinking it was just his leg.

Ricky dropped to his knees and pushed Ella onto her back. He straddled her body, his knees on either side of her waist, in a mounted position. He dropped to kiss her again.

Ella was uncomfortable, constricted. This was too far. Standing up was one thing, but laying down with a guy like this...

"Ricky...please..."

Ricky wasn't listening. He kept kissing her mouth, then slipped down and began to nibble at Ella's neck. He lowered himself onto her chest and brought his hand up to her right breast, wrapped his fingers around it, took the nipple between his thumb and forefingers and squeezed it over her tank top. Suddenly he squeezed a bit too hard.

Ella yelped.

"Sorry," Ricky muttered. He released her breast, lowered his hand down to her waist. He started sliding it along her stomach, running his fingers playfully around her belly button. He began to move them up, underneath Ella's tank top.

"Ricky..." Ella whispered, voice trailing off. Her mind was confused, unable to concentrate. The feel of his fingertips against the soft skin of her belly, the swirling, was making her lose track of—

"Time!" Ella heard through the pounding in her brain. She struggled to get out from underneath Ricky, to no avail—she wasn't going anywhere until he let her up.

Ricky flopped over on his back and exhaled, long and slow.

'Next time,' Ricky thought. 'I'll get it next time.'

The couple walked out of the closet, Ricky pulling his shirt on in the process. Ella's hair was a bit out of place. She was pulling her tank top down to a healthy round of applause.

Jenny looked at Ella, a stern look Ella hadn't seen before. Suddenly Jenny smiled and winked. Ella put on her game face, but was considering going to bed. Ella didn't want this to go too far; already it had gone further than she imagined.

"Stu, your pick."

Stu stood, seemed to deliberate, decided. "I pick Ella."

Ella was taken aback. She was barely out of the closet when she felt Stu grab her arms, turn her around, and direct her right back into it, with a none-too-subtle push in the lower back. She wanted to protest, but she was one of the cheerleaders, and if this were part of the deal, as long as it didn't go any farther, she supposed it would have to be ok.

Ella stumbled into the closet; before she knew it, there was a click and the lights were out.

Stu and Ella stood, facing each other for one brief moment. The inky darkness slowly gave way to a small ray of light from beneath the door, giving the closet a twilight kind of feel. Ella vaguely saw his silhouetted face, wondered what would happen next...

Abruptly the moment passed—and Stu was all over her. He kissed her hard, running his hands up and down her arms, alternately squeezing with his fingertips. They were locked in a long embrace, kissing while Stu's hands roamed free. He brought them up to Ella's chest and placed them confidently on Ella's soft, full breasts.

Ella protested, almost a whine. "No, Stu, please..."

"Ok Ella, let's at least lay down then," Stu said. He closed in, put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down insistently until she dropped to her knees. He looked down at her, paused. His eyes had adjusted to the lower light and he noted the way she kneeled before him, on her knees, head cast down. A smile filled his face; he felt the confidence of a Sure Thing, knew what the outcome would be. 

Stu ran his fingers through Ella's fine, medium length hair. He placed both hands firmly over Ella's ears and eased her closer and closer to his rock-hard cock, until it rested against her cheek. Stu, like the others, wore sweatpants and nothing else, allowing his member to hang unrestrained. He rubbed it back and forth slowly against Ella's cheek, unaware that Ricky had been doing the same thing scant moments before. Head abuzz with anticipation, his length throbbed against her face through the sweats.

Ella had a feeling she knew what this was—but it was so hard she though it must have been something else, it couldn't possibly be his penis. She let him stand there above her, rubbing against her cheek, across her nose, over her mouth—anything was better than him touching her breasts. She just wanted it to be over, and this wasn't sex.

Stu dropped to his knees and started to kiss Ella again.

They eased to the floor, side by side. Stu moved his left hand to Ella's right breast, closing it over and around her soft fullness. He felt the nipple harden against his palm. Precum dribbled from his cock.

'I really want this shit,' Stu thought to himself, breathing heavily.

Ella squirmed, uncomfortable, but decided to let him leave his hand on her chest, since it was just the one.

Stu squeezed, and then closed his fingers around Ella's nipple.

"Stu—"

Stu clamped his mouth over Ella's to stifle any protest as he quickly slipped his hand down and under her tank top. He spread his fingers apart and rubbed them against her smooth skin, up higher until they touched the lower swell of her breast, higher still until he wrapped his hand around it and gripped, quite firmly. He moaned softly.

Ella felt powerless to stop him. He was a big man—all of them were. This was farther than she ever imagined going, but it still wasn't sex. She still felt very hot in her chest and pelvis; her head had a slow steady ache, her thighs quivered almost uncontrollably. 

'It isn't sex,' she told herself for what seemed like the hundredth time, so she still didn't try to physically stop him, even though she wanted to. She just needed to end the kiss so she could ask him to stop, surely he would—

"Time!" Jenny called. Ella felt relief.

"Extension!" Stu called, without missing a beat. He slid his hand down to Ella's thigh, rubbed it, and then slowly moved it up into the V between her legs.

Ella wanted to be cool, and accepted by the crowd, but this was getting out of hand.

"Oh...oh, no—!"

Again Stu clamped his mouth over Ella's as he began to explore her pussy over her sweats. He had figured he would have to take it just a little slow, but fuck, this was like boiling water, bitch couldn't take a hint. Stu had little experience with virgins: he always fucked the whores, the easy girls, and he got what he wanted, when he wanted it. A chick being coy was new to him. He slid his hand up and then down, inside Ella's waistband, down again to her trimmed bush...

Ella tried to stop him then, bringing her arm up, but Stu easily pushed it away. He felt the soft down of hair above her pussy, dropped his fingers a little lower, just over the outer lips. Abruptly, with his other hand, he lifted her tank top, watched with satisfaction as her heavy breasts fell out. 'Fuck yeah,' he thought, 'that's what I'm talking about.'

Ella was on fire. Not only had he touched her bare breast, now he was going for more. She wriggled, trying to free herself, but to no avail. Here she was, tank top pushed up, breasts hanging out, getting kissed and felt up by a guy she had only just met barely an hour before. Finally, Stu ended the kiss.

Ella started to protest. "Stu, I—"

"SSHHHHHH," Stu hissed, his face only inches from Ella's. "Just take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you. Be cool, bitch," his voice boomed, filling the closet.

Ella whimpered, reeled from the rebuke Stu had given her. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she kept quiet, stopped moving.

Stu dropped his middle finger down and into the slit of Ella's pussy, pushing it in slowly. He lowered his head and nuzzled her tits at the same time, putting his mouth over her nipple.

'Finally, she's wising up,' he thought to himself with a smile.

Stu licked and kissed her nipples, then took one deep in his mouth, rolled it around, flicked it with his tongue. He pressed up more insistently with his finger, had it inside her up to the second knuckle, probing, searching...

'Damn this bitch is tight,' he thought, sucking her nipples idly. He grazed his thumb softly over her clit, hoping for some kind of reaction. He twirled it softly, slowing, in little circles.

"Ungh," Ella grunted, afraid to move or complain, but conflicted by the reactions of her body. Her nipples were almost painfully hard, and a steady throb pulsed in her vagina. Where his thumb touched was searing fire, threatening to take her so far over the edge...

'Please,' Ella thought, 'isn't it time?'

As if on cue, Jenny said, "Time!"

Stu continued on, finger-fucking Ella in slow easy strokes. He pushed the tip of his finger right up against her hymen, tested it, and withdrew it. He repeated this over and over, sucking and stroking and twirling all at the same time. It seemed like forever, but eventually he slowed down and then stopped.

Ella struggled to catch her breath, face and shoulders flushed bright red.

"I guess it's time to get up," he said, rose, and opened the door.

Ella scrambled to cover herself. She wondered if they could see her, what they might be thinking: here she was, on her back, breasts hanging out, sweats pulled down to her knees. She thought she might just die of embarrassment...

Stu walked out, grinning from ear to ear. He made a motion with his hands as if to say, 'Eh, she's ok, nothing too fancy,' and then laughed about it.

Regaining her feet, Ella struggled to straighten her tank top as best she could, aware there was nothing she could do about her badly disheveled hair or the way everything she wore seemed bunched up under her breasts, up between her legs... 

She was quite the sight. 

Eventually she made it back to the couch and resumed her seat.

"John Boy is up," Jenny said, and laughed. Of course, he chose Jenny, and they disappeared into the closet. Ten minutes later, it was over.

"Stone's turn."

Stone looked at Ella. Stu had informed Stone, on a kitchen beer run, that although he had really worked Ella over, he hadn't quite taken her all the way. Stone figured he better take it easy too, try to build up some trust. He'd close the deal on the last turn.

"Ella," Stone said. He walked into the closet.

Ella followed sheepishly, closing the door behind her.

To Ella's surprise, Stone did the same thing he had before. He sat behind her, rubbed her arms, kissed her neck and ears. 'This is so much better,' Ella thought, flushed, as she felt the heat rise within. 

The familiar pressure again built up in her head, at the tips of her nipples, deep within her pulsating maidenhead. Stone casually reached one hand around and cupped a breast, then did the same with the other hand, but it was ok—he was squeezing lightly, not roughly. Ella sighed softly, eyes closed, a small smile forming on her lips.

He brought both thumb and index fingers to the nipples and pinched them softly, tugging, rolling the nipples around. As they hardened under his touch, he felt Ella breathe in sharply. He smoothly ran his hands to her belly then up, underneath her tank top, up over her stomach and determinedly placed them both directly underneath her substantial breasts. He squeezed, felt the flesh spill between his fingers.

'Big fucking titties,' he thought, his cock twitching in response. He found himself, again, so fucking hard all he wanted to do was turn this bitch over and pound her into submission. Instead, he allowed his fingertips to play over the areola, savoring the feel of their tightness, of the extended nipples. He lowered his head, kissing her shoulder, running a string of kisses along her neck...

Ella felt as though she would pass out. Her breathing increased, became labored as she felt her chest tighten. The feel of Stone's hands, softly massaging what the others had been so keen to take, the smooth caress of his lips kissing her shoulders and neck, lulled her into a deep state of arousal. She allowed herself to relax, fading back against Stone's chest, felt his strength and warmth press against her, solid as a rock. It was almost as if she were in a dream...

The ten minutes passed quickly. Jenny called time again.

They walked out. Ella had experienced something brand new, a kind of connection; she was in a much better frame of mind. 

Little did she know.

"Ok, who's up for another round?" Jenny said, giggling, holding a wine cooler in one hand. The guys all said, "Me! Me! Me!" 

Ella struggled with the right words, something she could say to get out of it. Unless it was Stone, she didn't want to do this any more. She was scared. But—

She didn't have the courage to object.

"Ok, this is the last one guys, so make it count," Jenny said, still giggling like crazy. Another stash of liquor had been found; she was quite drunk.

"John Boy is up."

"Pass," John Boy said, gazing at Jenny longingly. "I think it's time we went to bed. Who is going to keep time?"

Anna reached for the kitchen timer. "I will," she said, "since this is the last round."

Jenny and John Boy staggered to Jenny's room—but not before Jenny shot one final stare at Ella. "Night Ella," she called, "you'll fuckin' get it tonight." 

Ella frowned slightly, paused: "What did you say?"

"I said, you did fuckin' great tonight!" Laughing, Jenny followed John Boy down the hall to her bedroom, thinking to herself 'I hope she's ready for it...'

Anna cleared her throat. "Ricky is up."

CHAPTER 7 -- Ricky

"Ella." Ricky walked quickly to the closet, taking his shirt off along the way. Before he was through the door, he had one hand inside his waistband, scratching an itch...

Ella followed and closed the door, her heart racing. She had to make sure—

Ricky was a madman. He pulled Ella to him, roughly touching and squeezing her body all over. He treated her like a possession, a piece of property. This was nothing like Stone. Ricky was done wasting time; there was business to take care of.

"Down," he commanded. Ella paused, looking at where his eyes should be. In the semi-darkness, she couldn't find them, couldn't ask the question with her eyes that she was unable to voice aloud.

A moment passed. Another. 

Finally, she mumbled: "Please Ricky, I don't want—"

"It doesn't matter what you want. Not here. Not now. DOWN," he repeated as he finished, and this time there was a force of will she couldn't deny.

She slipped to the floor, rolled over onto her side.

Ricky followed her down. Lying beside her, he pulled Ella over flat on her back and yanked up the flimsy tank top, watching with enormous satisfaction as her big breasts fell slightly to each side. He finished pulling it over her head and tossed it aside.

"That's right bitch, show us those big fuckin' titties," he whispered as he lowered his head and started to suck, teasing her nipples with his tongue. He moved a hand to Ella's pants, started to push them down.

Ella whimpered. "Please," she begged, her voice very faint.

Ella, eyes now accustomed to the low light, watched him carefully; saw the hardness, the unwavering nerve.

The certainty.

He didn't have to answer; instead, Ricky continued pushing her sweats down, past her thighs, until they were bunched up around her ankles. Whistling softly he ran his fingers up and down Ella's perfectly shaped thighs. 

He shifted position, kneeling between her legs; he gripped both thighs firmly with his hands and pulled them apart. He placed a hand between Ella's legs, over her outer lips, and felt her incredible heat. He started rubbing her lips with his fingers, tracing their folds. She was wet from the work over Stone had given her. 

"Yeah, fuckin' virgin, rriiiiggghhhhhtttttt," he said, snickering softly.

Ella just knew it had to have been ten minutes already, but nobody called it.

Suddenly he put a finger inside her, prodded; he had to be sure, before he passed it up.

'Damn, it's true,' Ricky thought in disbelief. More than anything, he wanted to take it, right there. Too bad he had promised Stone he wouldn't... 

Ricky got up, stood directly over Ella's prone body. 

He couldn't believe it, the sight of the new cheerleader lying underneath him, big fat titties, huge nipples. 'Fuckin' aye,' he thought as he calmly shucked his sweats down and off, flicking them to the side with his foot, 'we like this shit.'

Ella heard the rustling above and realized Ricky must have been taking off his pants. She had had her eyes closed—she couldn't bring herself to look—but instinctively she pulled her legs tightly together. 

She wouldn't give that up, no matter what. 

Ricky lingered a moment, still savoring the sight. Ella finally opened her eyes; in the dim light that filtered under the door, she saw his cock standing straight up, twitching, touching his belly it was so hard. It was big, to her at least, although it was only seven inches long. She was terrified.

Ricky dropped to his knees and straddled Ella's chest, putting a knee on either side—the same way he had before. 'Of course, we both wore clothes then,' Ella thought regretfully. She watched with detached shock as Ricky reached down and squeezed her breasts together, sliding his cock between them.

"Yeah," he said thickly, looking up into Ella's eyes. He grinned crookedly, squeezed the breasts more firmly together. "Big fuckin' titties, gonna load up all over 'em." He began to move back and forth, slowly.

Ella bit her lip, felt her eyes water. Ricky's musk filled her nostrils; the wet sound as his cock slid back and forth between her breasts filled her ears. She desperately wanted this to be over. 

He moved slowly, rhythmically back and forth, working his cock between her plump breasts. He would pause, slap her nipples with his cock, then put it back between and begin moving again. All the while, he kept rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and wrinkled areola, enjoying the silky feel. He exhaled slowly, paused, and then started, a little faster than before. "Fuck this feels good," he said as he stopped again, captivated by the contrast of her dark brown nipples against the pale quivering breasts. He licked his lips expectantly, realized he couldn't put this off much longer.

It just felt too fucking good.

Ricky resumed his movements, gradually increasing his speed until he was pistoning madly back and forth between the twin mounds. Suddenly he stopped, jerked, paused, rose slightly, and quickly took hold of his cock with his hand. He stroked it, squeezed tightly, and grunted viciously.

Ella felt something hot and wet hit her right nipple. Ricky kept stroking; Ella felt a drop land on her throat, then a ribbon of cum landed on the right side of her lip and face. Shocked, she jerked her head to the side. Ricky waddled up, began slapping his still rock-hard cock against her lips, spurting little drops on Ella's lips, nose, and cheeks—even her forehead.




Cheerleader's Exam



Chapter 1 – The Appointment 

It was Wednesday, five days after the opening game and the horrific events that followed, and Ella had been summoned to Mr. Anderson's office from her first class.

"Ella, every student who participates in athletics—and cheerleading counts—has to have a physical exam from a school doctor, it's required by the insurance company," Mr. Anderson said in a matter-of-fact tone. He shook his head slightly. "You keep putting this off, but it has to be done."

"But Mr. Anderson, I don't even know if I am going to continue, after what happened last Friday with my outfit. I won't be wearing that again you can be sure!" Ella replied, raising her voice slightly. Over the weekend, she had poured herself into her Physics project, trying to push the game night events out of her mind—and almost succeeded. 

She knew what had happened at the game, knew what had happened at Jenny's house, knew that it had all happened to her—but it was as if she viewed it all through the eyes of an observer, like it happened to someone else. She couldn't ignore the discomfort in her vagina—it was still a bit sore—and she had been ready to give her resignation from the cheerleading squad first thing Monday morning, perhaps even withdraw from the school, but…

Everyone had acted as if absolutely nothing had happened. The girls on the squad had been very nice; Mr. Anderson guaranteed that her new suit would arrive in time for the next game; and her stature among the other students as a cheerleader had elevated her position considerably. Guys gave her a wide berth now (though not for any reason she would have liked) and everywhere she went other students were careful to nod and give her every courtesy anyone could ever ask for. It was almost like the story of the topless cheerleader had never happened… at least, not when she was in earshot…

"Ah, so glad you mentioned it Ella, I have something for you here," Mr. Anderson said, reaching for something under his desk. He pulled out a plastic wrapped outfit and handed it to Ella with a nod. "I called them first thing yesterday, and had them send us another with Audrey's measurements. I think you two are fairly close in size, though she may be just a little taller. Regardless, we got it sent express and it just arrived this morning, so that little problem should be all cleared up."

Mr. Anderson looked at Ella expectantly, motioning her to take a look at the suit. Ella removed the outfit from the plastic wrap and looked it over, scrutinizing every inch of the blouse and skirt. These articles certainly seemed bigger, much more satisfactory than her now mangled outfit from the week before. She looked back up at Mr. Anderson again, considered, and decided: I'll give this one more shot.

Ella spoke in her light, airy voice, twirling a lock of her medium length auburn hair between her fingers, "Okay, but I don't know when I can get in to see a doctor, Mr. Anderson, every time I try to schedule an appointment, they say they are backed up."

Ella's mind again drifted back to the events of the last Friday. 'The girls must have been too drunk to notice what was going on in that closet,' she reasoned, excusing them from any blame for what had happened. 'Stone and the guys…well, they had a lot to drink too, maybe it's just better if I try to put it out of mind—'

"—hear me, Ella? I'm talking to you!" Mr. Anderson had raised his voice, trying to break through and get Ella's attention. 

Ella shook her head, focused her attention on Mr. Anderson. "I'm s-s-sorry, Mr. Anderson, I was…thinking about the project I am doing for my Physics class…"

"I was saying, the school has a doctor on call for athletics, I can schedule you an appointment any time. Basically, they just check your vitals, give you a Health Certification and send you on your way. I don't think the whole thing would take longer than ten minutes. Would you like me to set it up?"

Ella felt her shoulders hunch over when Mr. Anderson said ten minutes, thoughts of last Friday again insinuating themselves into her mind; she straightened her back, took a depth breath and resolved to be strong. 

She was riding an emotional roller coaster, highs and lows following each other in rapid succession.

Standing tall, she proclaimed, "Well, if that's all it is, sure. What is the deadline?"

"As soon as possible, Ella. If something happened before you got your Certification, things could get ugly. I thought you had done this already, so I didn't even know about it until today when the folks down in the athletics department called. They did an internal audit, since the JNCAA audit is coming soon, and your lack of a physical was one of the findings. Listen, I hate to be pushy, but this has to be done. Can you do it today?"

"Today? But I have Math Team this afternoon, I won't have time."

"I'll have the doctor do it on a standby basis, find out if he can see you in the school infirmary at lunch, if that is agreeable. We really need to get this done."

Ella looked at the walls in Mr. Anderson's office, a small frown on her face. Finally, she looked back at him, putting on her game face.

"Sure, let's do it today. I better have time for lunch after!" she added, chuckling.

"I'm sure you will, this is nothing."

Ella beamed a smile. "Good—'cause I'm kind of hungry today."

Mr. Anderson laughed, picked up the phone, and called the doctor.

Chapter 2 – The Infirmary

Right after third hour, Ella rushed to the infirmary. There she found the college nurse, Mr. Burton, reading the latest Sports Illustrated.

"Heya Mr. B," Ella said, walking in.

"Oh, hi there Ella. How are you today?"

Mr. Burton was an older man, in his late 50s, and he loved his job. Basically, students came to him sick, and he told them to take a couple Tylenol and get some rest. It was the easiest 20 bucks an hour he could imagine making anywhere.

And the females were nice to look at, too.

Mr. Burton looked Ella up and down with his eyes, pausing at the full, round breasts with the slightly hard nipples that shifted lazily beneath her plain green t-shirt. She wore a denim skirt that fell below her knees, and those weird soft rubber shoes all the young people were wearing these days. He looked back into her eyes—sea green, arresting, they captured his attention and just would not let go.

'Thoroughbred material,' Mr. Burton thought to himself, wishing he were a few decades younger so he could make a play for a filly like this. He smiled, a twinkle in his eye.

"The doctor should be here soon. He didn't answer his page, so Mr. Anderson gave the Health Department a call, and they are sending over a sub. He told them it was important so somebody should be here any minute."

Ella nodded absently, placing her books on a shelf by the door. Just then, the door to the office opened and a young man walked in.

'He can't be more than 22,' Ella thought, wondering if this was the doctor who had been summoned. 'He's got to be an intern or something!'

"I'm Dr. Tarsal. I got a call to do a physical for an athlete," the doctor said, looking around.

Dr. Tarsal was dark complexioned, of medium build, black hair, brown eyes, and wore sweats. He looked down, realized how he was dressed, and looked back up sheepishly.

"I was about to go to the gym when I got the page. I hope my attire is ok?"

"Um, sure, Dr. Tarsal." Ella looked confused. "Has there been some kind of mistake? You aren't an intern, are you?" Ella asked nervously.

"Heavens no! I get this a lot, I look kind of young I guess, but I'm actually 27, finished my residency just last summer. So, what do you say? I had a racquetball court at 11:30, I can still make it if you want to cancel—"

"No, no, it's ok. Let's just get this done. This is my lunch break, and I'm hungry," Ella said, standing with her hands behind her back. This caused her breasts to push out, straining the material of her shirt. Her nipples became more prominent.

Dr. Tarsal saw them, licked his lips nervously.

"Of course, of course." He turned to Mr. Burton. "Could you excuse us, please? I have to conduct a survey and an exam, and there are privacy issues—you understand."

The nurse nodded and said, "Of course." He grabbed his magazine and walked out with a nod to Ella.

Dr. Tarsal closed the door behind Burton and locked it with an ominous "Click."

Dr. Tarsal pulled out the table, covering it with a long sheet of paper he unrolled from the end. He grabbed his chart and turned to Ella.

"First, we need to get a weight, so I need you to remove your clothes and step on the scale, please."

"Eh, remove my clothes, doctor? Mr. Anderson said this was just a formality." Ella felt her cheeks get hot; she was not amused.

"Well not for me it isn't—I have a liability too, you know. I have to be sure you are fit before I can sign this paper." He held the Certification slip up for Ella to see.

'He is a doctor,' Ella said, 'but he's so young.' She reached for her shoes, cautiously started taking them off.

Dr. Tarsal sensed she was nervous. "It's ok, Ella. The quicker you get on the scale, the faster we can get this done." He smiled, his cheeks dimpled, and he looked very much like her older brother. 

That settled it.

Ella nodded, relieved, and finished taking off her shoes. She dropped her skirt to her ankles, reached down and picked it up as she lifted her feet, and then took off her t-shirt. Her breasts stood proud, nearly perpendicular to her body. Soft mammary flesh crept over the top of her bra, jiggling slightly. The outline of her areolas was plainly visible. Her exposed stomach was flat; her thighs sleek and toned.

"Ah, usually I have patients remove all their clothes, but I suppose you can keep your undergarments on, they shouldn't add much," the doctor said, motioning to the scale.

Ella stepped up to be weighed, aware that she was nearly naked with a man she didn't know.

'It's like going to the lake,' she reasoned. 'Besides, he's a doctor, he sees women like this all the time.'

Dr. Tarsal leaned in, adjusting the balance. His eyes were at the level of Ella's breasts, and he turned his head slightly to get a look. They were magnificent, heaving slightly with each intake of air. He turned back to the scale.

"Ok, that's 129 pounds, a good size for a young woman your age. It's going to be tough to keep the fat away from here," he said, poking her in the rib lightly with his fingertip, "as you get older. Keep an eye on it."

He stepped back.

"Ok, I need you to come sit on the table here. We'll just check those vitals, cover a couple quick survey questions, and then wrap this up."

Ella moved over and had a seat on the table.

Chapter 3 – The Exam

Dr. Tarsal stepped in behind Ella, eased in until he was close to her back. He looked over her shoulders, could see the full round swell of her breasts as he did so. He put his stethoscope on Ella's back and instructed her to breath normally; told her to take a very deep breath and hold it.

When she did that, he slipped around to her front and rested the scope on the swell of her right breast. It was high, full, and so incredibly soft. His fingers played lightly over the smooth skin; he watched as little goose bumps spread over the exposed, creamy white flesh.

"Ok, let it out."

As she did, her breast seemed to deflate, falling slowly. Dr. Tarsal again slid his fingers around the scope, touching the skin of Ella's upper breast.

'What is he doing?' Ella wondered, confusion in her mind. He was touching her breasts, and looking at them very intently. He was the doctor, but still, was this necessary?

"I need to check for lumps, Ella," Dr. Tarsal said, seemingly answering her unspoken question. "You're only 19, true, but this needs to be done as part of your routine preventative care."

Dr. Tarsal reached his arm around and undid the clasp of Ella's bra with one hand.

"Doctor—" Ella barked, surprised. Her eyes bulged in frustration.

"Ah, sorry, I thought you were in a hurry. This should only take a minute. Can you lay back, please?"

Ella slowly dropped to her back, holding the bra over her chest as she did so.

Dr. Tarsal stepped to the back of the table, above Ella's head. He reached down and eased the left strap of her bra down to the elbow. He shifted around to the side and casually pulled the cup away from her breast.

He was stunned.

Her flesh was ideal, clear, unmarked. It looked too perfect, like a painting. Her areola was dark and round, almost two inches across; the nipple stuck out rudely. The mound of her breast was utterly soft, yet firm; perfect.

He ran his fingers around the nipple lightly, then used both hands and began to push in on the fullness of her breast, circling around it slowly. He would pause, move back, and then start over again. This seemed to take forever; he kept repeating it.

'Why is he doing that?' Ella thought, anxious for this to be over. She looked up at the ceiling, bit her lip, and tried not to think about it.

Finally he had worked his way to the center. Dr. Tarsal grabbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it slightly, then squeezed it unexpectedly hard.

Ella gasped.

"Oh, sorry, have to check for any discharge."

He did it again, a bit harder, and Ella choked back a sob. She felt tears of shame gathering in her eyes. This man was taking too long to examine her breasts!

Dr. Tarsal moved to the other side, and again pulled the cup of her bra back, exposing the milky white orb.

He started rubbing the left one then, again in circles, but this time was different. He looked into Ella's eyes with defiance. They seemed to say, 'Stop me.' He rubbed, squeezed, fondled, groped Ella's breast, and she was powerless to resist him.

He was the doctor.

He got to the nipple and again squeezed it, too hard. Suddenly he moved his head down, quite close, getting a direct view.

Ella felt his breath on the tips of her sensitive nipples, causing them to harden uncomfortably. The nipples protruded in stark contrast to the soft curves of the perfect breasts they capped.

"Interesting," he said. "Curious."

Ella managed to speak: "What?" Her cracked voice was barely a whisper.

He returned to the other side and did the same with her right breast, again moving his face very close to the nipple. His light breath on her areola caused it to crinkle, caused the nipple to harden again. He took the nipple between his fingers, rolling it around, squeezing it. He grabbed it and pulled it out. He pulled it out further, watching the areola and skin stretch. He released it, watching it settle and jiggle slightly. He was breathing heavily.

"Nothing," Dr. Tarsal muttered, and Ella was relieved. Her relief was enough to make her forget her discomfort, forget the alarm that had wrung in her head when he started playing with her breasts.

She was sure he had been playing with them—it was like the guys, rubbing, pinching, feeling, squeezing, all but sucking. It wasn't mechanical or medical, as she had imagined it should be. This made images of last Friday night come barging back into her subconscious, images of Stu and Ricky and Stone, of sucking, of fucking, of cum spurting—

"Ok Ella, your breasts seem fine, weight is good, and respiration is good. I think we should do an internal exam—can you scoot down a bit please, put your rear end at the edge of the table?"

Ella wasn't sure she heard right.

"Internal exam?"

Dr. Tarsal looked up, right into Ella's eyes.

"Yes, of course, to ensure your health and fitness. It's on the form."

Ella pulled her bra cups back over her breasts, covering them, and then began to slide down. She had to let go of her bra to grab the table; her big tits swayed with each shimmy of her body as she moved down, the cups shifting slightly to show more and more of the just-covered pearly white skin.

Dr. Tarsal pulled two legs out of the table, popped up the stirrups, and turned around. He grabbed a small blanket, turned back to Ella.

"I need you to slide off your panties, Ella. I have a blanket to cover you."

He handed her the blanket. Ella realized the blanket was too small to cover her all over—it was only a towel really—so she covered her waist, reached down, and slid the panties down a bit. She tried to sit up to remove them completely, but the doctor leaned in.

"I'll get 'em from there, Ella, you can just lay back," he said thickly.

Ella did as she was told. She was prone, lying on her back, a small blanket covering her waist. She felt the doctors' hands linger on her thighs; he pulled her panties down over the knee, and then all the way off.

All she had left on her body were her ankle socks, the short ones with green and white flowers.

Ella felt sweat building on her forehead. She gulped, blinked, and wondered how she had ended up like this. It seemed so… familiar…

"Now I am going to use the speculum. I'll ease it in, then you will feel me opening it for the exam."

Ella nodded. She had barely heard his words. She just wanted this to be over.

Dr. Tarsal grabbed the plastic speculum, removed it from its plastic wrap, and leaned in.

"First I have to take a look at your outer genitalia, to make sure everything is in order."

Ella felt his whispering touch over her lips, and her head began to buzz. She fought to restrain the tears that threatened to overwhelm her—this was so humiliating, to have this man she had never met standing between her legs.

Dr. Tarsal bent down, his head disappearing under the blanket that was spread over Ella's knees, for a closer look.

He traced her crimson outer lips, running his fingers along them softly. He ran a finger up to her clitoris, pulled back the hood, saw that it was bright pink.

Ella squirmed, felt a heat on her upper chest and neck.

Dr. Tarsal stood and took a look down at Ella. Her upper chest was flushed bright red.

"Ok, time for the speculum, Ella."

He reached down and pushed the speculum inside Ella's vagina, slowly. When it was fully inserted, he opened it, showing his penlight into the opening.

It was amazingly pink, with some abrasions—recent sexual activity.

"Not a virgin, I see?" he asked, glancing up at Ella.

Ella was looking at the ceiling and didn't respond.

"Ella."

"Yes?" she answered. He had her attention.

"I see that you aren't a virgin."

Ella gulped. The speculum was still inside her, hanging out, and the doctor had laid his hand on her inner thigh when he stood. She looked into his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Well, there seem to be some abrasions as well, some light puffiness. Is everything ok? This is a sign of extreme sexual behavior—not exactly the safest thing for a girl your age, now is it? You should be using condoms at the very least, if you are going to be this sexually active."

Ella felt a tear falling from the corner of her eyes. She wasn't like that. She was a good girl! But the guys... it was their fault... She couldn't answer. She shook her head no, as if to say it wasn't the safest thing for a young woman her age to be doing. Images of Stone, leering as he penetrated her, came to her mind…

Chapter 4 – The Internal Exam

The doctor nodded. "Yes indeed, not safe at all these days. You should definitely use lubrication, to limit the stress to your vagina," he said, shaking his head judgmentally. "Alright then, I have to do the manual exam now, to check your ovaries. You will feel a slight pressure while I put my fingers in, but this shouldn't take long."

Dr. Tarsal snapped a latex glove onto his right hand.




Cheerleader's Exam



He stepped up between Ella's legs. She felt his arms brush her inner thighs, then felt his fingers close on the taut muscles of her upper thighs and grip them firmly.

"Open, I need to get a little closer."

Ella felt his hands easing her thighs apart. She tried to relax, to let her legs fall naturally, but it was distracting to feel the pressure his hands put on her thighs—he held the thighs firmly and insistently, positioning them exactly where he wanted them. 

Ella's vision blurred; she closed her eyes.

Dr. Tarsal pushed them a little further apart. Ella gasped—her legs were on fire. They didn't spread that far...

"...doctor, my legs—"

"Excuse me, I'm the doctor. I need to be able to get in real close."

Ella lay there meekly.

Dr. Tarsal dropped his hands and pulled the glove off where she couldn't see. He put a small amount of lubricant on the fingertips of his right hand. He set his left hand on the top of Ella's belly, palm positioned lightly in the soft curls of her trimmed bush; with his right, he put the tip of his lubed up index finger between her lips, giving slow but steady pressure. Her lips parted, and he slipped the fingertip inside her vagina.

Ella moaned lightly—it was still a bit sore.

"Are you alright?" he asked, looking down into Ella's eyes.

She opened her eyes to look up at him and found she couldn't read his expression. His eyes were dark, unresponsive. She nodded. The lights seemed awfully bright…

The doctor worked his finger all the way inside, then began pushing down with his other hand, feeling the depths of her vagina. He looked for and found the cervix, ran his fingertip around it. He pulled his hand out, put two fingers up to her lips, and then pushed them in. He began to pump her, very slowly, with his fingers. In, then out.

He put three fingers inside.

"Are you ok, Ella?" he asked again, steadily pumping his fingers into her vagina, in and out, in and out.

Ella nodded. She felt a flood of tears threatening to spill uncontrollably but managed to keep them in, for the time being.

"Alright, almost done. I need to step in, real close, get one last look at your breasts. From this angle they look… well, they look great, actually, very full, but I need to be sure… Is that alright?"

Ella opened her mouth, choked. She couldn't speak. She shrugged.

"Good, very good. Now, I need you to raise your arms up over your head, so I can examine your breasts, see how they rest natually."

As Ella raised her arms, Dr. Tarsal withdrew his fingers and pushed down his sweats, freeing his cock.

It was rock solid, nine inches of tool ready to fuck.

"Now there will be a slight pressure."

He glided forward into the V of her legs, feeling his hips brush against the velvety skin of her soft inner thighs. Grabbing his cock he paused, placing the dark shaft and nearly black tip against the deep crimson of Ella's puffy outer lips. He pushed in slightly, gauging the location, then stepped forward slowly. He placed his hands on Ella's flanks, relishing the feel of her supple skin beneath his fingers. He eased the tip of his cock just inside Ella's outer lips, bucked his hips slightly and felt its length start to enter Ella's super-tight pussy.

"Damn this bitch is tight," the doctor muttered.

"…excuse me?" Ella asked; she knew the doctor had said something, but in her condition she wasn't sure what it was. There was a pressure on her vagina, like he had his thumb—maybe both thumbs?—jammed up inside her. She couldn't concentrate.

"I said, is this alright? It feels kind of tight," he replied, his voice somewhat strained.

Ella was in a daze. This felt like Stone, almost exactly. This stark realization hit her like a supernova, forced itself into her consciousness—Dr. Tarsal was having sex with her! She opened her eyes and looked up into his face.

The doctor stopped his movements, brought both hands up, and reached for the twin orbs of her impressive chest. Firmly grasped, he began massaging them with his fingers, put his thumb and forefingers around the nipples, squeezed. He could feel the milk ducts under the big nipples. He started to smile.

Ella gulped and closed her eyes. She was dizzy, confused. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a dream… a nightmare…

Dr. Tarsal shifted his crotch forward, sheathing himself fully inside the cuntal walls of her impossibly tight vagina. After he fully penetrated her, he felt his engorged balls touching the skin just above her anus; he rocked back and forth, moving only an inch or so of cock in and out of her tight little hole. He loved the feel of his balls swaying back and forth, slapping against her.

"This is some tight pussy," he muttered again. Louder, he said, "Ah, everything seems fine, Ella. How does it feel? Does it hurt?" He gazed down at her, a look of triumph in his eyes.

"...well, it...feels...fine..." Ella mumbled. Fresh tears, born of frustration, started rolling down the sides of her face.

"Good," he said, shifting back slightly. He was preparing for some hardcore penetration.

Ella felt him back up, felt the pressure in her vagina ease. He paused and then abruptly jerked forward. Ella felt the pressure in her vagina build again. She looked up, about to open her mouth to protest, but instead of Dr. Tarsal she saw Stone's hard face glaring down at her. She shook her head slightly, gulped, blinked. She saw stars, felt like someone had just hit her hard in the ear. She was confused, frustrated.

She was getting fucked.

Again.

'Jeez,' Dr. Tarsal thought, 'how fucking slow is this bitch?' 

Rolling the nipples of her breasts around casually, he thought, 'These are some big fucking titties—and they're mine. Tight fucking pussy—mine. This is my shit.' 

"My shit," he whispered as he eased his cock all the way in and stopped. He backed it out all the way, paused, then slipped it all the way up inside her tight walls again. He felt her vagina clinch up, attempting to stop his invasion. Grinning, he repeated the motions, working his tool back and forth, seemingly for hours, though in actuality it was only a few minutes.

Ella noticed the slow rhythm of his motion and tried to collect her thoughts. She knew this was wrong but was afraid to open her eyes, afraid she would see Stone leering over her yet again. Her head was buzzing, she felt like her chest was about to explode.

Any pretense of an exam was long, long gone.

Chapter 5 – The Doctor's Turn

Dr. Tarsal started working then. He fucked his cruel cock back and forth, faster and faster, gradually increasing from the slow rhythm of his initial penetration to full sport-fuck mode.

Each time he slammed his full length home, Ella's head would jerk, her breasts would bounce up; the doctor would leverage his waist back, then slam all nine inches home, again and again. His breathing became labored. He felt the sweat build on his forehead.

Ella opened her eyes suddenly, looking up.

Dr. Tarsal looked down at her, his face contorted in fierce concentration.

"Almost done," he managed to gasp. Beads of sweat dropped from his face, landing on the smooth skin of Ella's flat stomach.

Ella bit her lip, blinked, said nothing.

"Yeah Ella, almost done," Dr. Tarsal repeated again as he reared back, found one last gear and went faster still. Ella's chest was heaving, her breasts bouncing around wildly. He took both hands and gripped the full, round breasts again, taking all of their heft between his strong fingers. He squeezed them firmly, watched the soft flesh spill between the fingers. The delicate softness of Ella's breasts sparked an aggressive streak; abruptly, the doctor let go and took the hard, dark nipples tightly between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them out. He leaned back, putting a bit of pressure to her nipples with his weight. Her breasts were now dancing around as he fucked his cock viciously in and out of her abused hole, but always they returned to where he had the nipples secured between his thumb and forefingers, some six inches above her chest.

Dr. Tarsal was a fucking machine, slamming into Ella's vagina with reckless abandon. 

'Fuck that cunt,' he thought coarsely. 'Much better than racquetball.'

Dr. Tarsal looked down as the blanket fell away, watched as his length slammed all the way into Ella's nearly virginal fuckhole and then pulled all the way out, repeating this in accelerated movements.

The room was nearly silent, only the slick wet fuck sounds of skin slapping skin as he drove it home, with an overtone of heavy breathing lingering in the air.

Ella gasped suddenly, opening her eyes. 

Dr. Tarsal's brow was furrowed in concentration. His face was flushed; sweat poured down the sides. "Here it comes, bitch," he muttered as he felt his balls constrict.

Ella closed her eyes and bit back a sob.

He looked down at Ella and whispered, "Time." He gripped the nipples tightly and squeezed.

Ella tossed her head back and forth, arched her back.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed, and stopped moving. "FUCK." He felt the hot cum rush from his balls, fill his cock, then jet forcefully inside the hot depths of Ella's pussy.

She felt the boiling cum spurt from his cock, felt the heat of it invading her. She had no tears left for her shame; she had no modesty; she had nothing left at all, only a womb full of a stranger's sperm. She felt him move, slowly back out and then in, milking his cock with her tightness. He repeatedly clinched his penis; it continued to spasm for thirty, forty-five seconds. Finally, he stopped moving.

She felt the juicy load start to trickle out around his cock.

She was full.

Dr. Tarsal wiped away the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, rubbed it on Ella's soft flanks. He stepped back, pulled up his pants, and turned away.

Ella felt like the world had come to an end. She felt the hot seed inside more persistently now, felt her sloppy pussy seeping as the contents slowly oozed out. Her nipples ached. 

She heard the doctor grab a paper, then the scribbling of a pen.

"Here you go Ella, you pass the physical. Good luck with cheerleading."

With that, Dr. Tarsal walked out.

REMEMBER: It's only fantasy!



Cheerleader Betrayed



AT THE END -- Afternoon 

The power of Florida's early Fall sun was evident by the considerable warmth the pool water managed to hold; the feel of the water, lapping softly against her neck as she stooped in the shallow end, was quite nice. The languid movement of it relaxed and reassured her body, gently rocking it back and forth. Eyes closed, Ella allowed her arms to float at her sides. For just a moment, she could imagine she was the only person in the world, could escape the harsh recollection of what had just happened—ignore the fear of what lay ahead, the waves of humiliation that still crashed over her body. It was like a nightmare: you wake up, thinking that it's finally over, that you can go get a tall glass of milk, a handful of cookies, and dismiss as so much bullshit the horrible dreams your subconscious mind just subjected you to—

And then reality comes crashing in. The hands, suddenly on her shoulders, large and demanding—they were real. The feel of his knees, bent slightly, as they slid behind her thighs—oh, those were real. The bulk of his chest pressing against her back, the length of his erect penis nestling between the cheeks of her ass—all undeniably real.

"Hey," he whispered, "how's it going?"

His voice, whispered inches from her ear... that was real, too.

Ella felt his hands move down her arms and underneath her buoyant breasts, squeezing them firmly under the water, mashing them together.

It was all very, very real...

CHAPTER 1 -- Aftermath

It seemed impossible to think that she could overcome what had happened, the night in the closet or the lunch hour on the exam table—and yet she had, if not overcome, at least reached an uneasy truce with those ill-fated occurrences. These lurid events, seared forever in her mind, were forced into a dark, unused corner, safely away from conscious thought. There were two reasons for this: one, she threw herself into everything, all the way, staying so busy she just didn't have a spare moment to waste thinking about something she could never change. Two, her dreams... that was a place she couldn't escape, a place where no amount of busy-work or studying or running or anything else could serve to push away the intruding memories of what had transpired only a few short weeks ago. The nightmares... at least, once awake, the nightmares faded—and at least the nightmares kept the daytime ponderings at bay.

Ella's life, such as it was, divided by the uneasy compact between conscious thoughtlessness and subconscious preoccupation, settled into a comfortably predictable routine. She continued her diligence with respect to her studies; started running four or five days a week; had cheerleading practice three days a week; and, of course, had football games every Friday night, where the Key Biscayne football madness encompassed her life for a few short hours.

Her studies were exemplary, as always. Nobody hit the books harder than Ella Sanders. Running was something she started the day after Dr. Tarsal came to the campus, it was a way she sought to escape, ever so briefly, into a world of pure physical exertion—and she loved it. In no time she was running 20 miles a week and had been for just over a month now. The mental impact was one thing—the physical impact was something else, her body had trimmed up very nicely in the last few weeks, adding some lean muscle and melting away pounds of stubborn baby fat around her waist.

The guys at Key Biscayne JC certainly agreed. She was no longer the slightly pudgy, big breasted cheerleader that everybody watched walk by, she was now the smokin' hot nerd that never wore makeup and never dressed up—because she didn't have to. And they didn't just watch, they fucking STARED. Naturally, she was mostly oblivious to all the newfound attention.

As for cheerleading—that was quite the success story, as well. Ella was punctual, practical, and devoted. The cheerleading crew was the picture of efficiency: a well-oiled machine executing each drill and movement at both practice and games as though they were engineered for it. It seemed that the night of the first game had never happened, which was exactly the way Ella wanted it. She went out of her way to avoid social settings with Jenny or any of the other cheerleaders and instead focused on arriving at practice on time, flawlessly delivering all her cheers and routines, and leaving as quickly and quietly as possible. Even her new uniform had been a wonder, for it fit her perfectly. Still, there were a few catcalls at the games, but Ella did her best to ignore them. It seemed a few of the home fans wanted a repeat of the now legendary Topless Cheerleader show.

Of course, it was easy to cheer for a winner. Key Biscayne was now 7 -- 0, a defensive juggernaut racking up impressive wins behind the play of blistering defensive pressure and the calm, collected decision making of star quarterback Stone Moore. Stone was a maniac, a one-man wrecking crew who single-handedly put defenses on their heels with his incredible speed and innate sense of where every defender would be on any given play.

Ella was relieved that Stone, Stu, and Ricky had seen fit to give her a wide berth since the events of the night following the first game. She was glad for the time it gave her to devote solely to school, running, and practice. She figured it must have all been 'typical' cheerleader initiation—albeit an initiation she very much disliked. She assumed all the cheerleaders had gone through it, so she sucked it up and managed to compartmentalize those events (along with the dreadful physical she had endured) in a distant corner of her brain, tucked away where she could try to let them just fade away...

Chapter 2 -- Practice

Thursday afternoon was a normal practice day. Jenny Thompson stood before the other six members of the cheerleading squad, hands on her hips. Her face was very serious—almost as if someone had died. Suddenly, her eyes brightened and the blonde bombshell smiled.

"Ok, this is the bye week, so no game tomorrow night. We're taking today off—" scattered small cheers could be heard for the extra downtime, "—and having practice at my house on Saturday morning, 10am sharp. As you all know it'll take about an hour or so to go through all the routines, and then... barbecue! Daddy will be there, cooking everything up for us, so it should be lots of fun! Anybody have a problem with that?" Jenny asked, looking at Ella meaningfully.

None of the others objected. Ella considered it briefly; her natural inclination was to refuse, but if Jenny's father would be there, she supposed it would be all right. Besides, it was an early-morning practice, and everything had gone fine for the last six weeks. She shook her head slightly and said, "No problem."

"Excellent! See y'all there."

As the girls dispersed, Jenny made a b-line to Ella. "Will you need a ride, Ella? I could come pick you up if you need a lift, or I'm sure you could hitch a ride with one of the others. I think Anna stays just off campus, she could probably hook you up."

"I... well, yeah, I think so. I usually just hoof it around, or ride my bike, but your place is kind of out there—"

"Yeah, on the island, I know," said Jenny, interrupting Ella briskly. "Tell you what, I'll give you a ride to my house after classes are done tomorrow and you can stay over—"

"NO! I mean, uh, that's ok, Jenny, I think I'll see if I can hitch a ride with Anna."

Jenny's nostrils flared slightly. This girl had the impertinence to actually raise her voice at Jenny Thompson? Jenny breathed deeply, counted to ten. She had played her part, for fucking EVER, making sure Ella wasn't too skittish to come over on Saturday for the practice and what would follow, but still, she could only take so much.

"Ok, ok, fine. I'll talk to Anna, make sure y'all get there on time. Now, for the important question: what do you want off the grill on Saturday?" Jenny asked, grinning playfully. She did her best to continue playing the part of the dutiful cheerleader captain, at least until Saturday. After that, all bets were off.

"I think just a burger would be great..."

The clock was ticking down towards 10:00 am. Early October temperatures—Indian Summer was more like it—were still plenty high in south Florida, 84 degrees already with an expected high approaching 90. Accordingly, all the cheerleaders were clad in shorts and a tight t-shirt as they formed up in Jenny's spacious backyard. Jenny noted Ella in particular—little blue shorts, a plain white American Eagle t-shirt that she filled very nicely, and little red New Balance cross trainers. Her nipples poked noticeably out of the shirt, perfectly centered on the large orbs that shifted to and fro underneath. It was quite a change for the usually mousy, unassuming girl Jenny saw on campus every day. Ella's soft brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail—it had grown out all year and now hung almost three inches below her neckline, meaning she had to pull it back and put a band on it during physical exertion if she wanted to keep it out of her eyes. Jenny had to admit Ella was a striking presence now—which made things all the better.

"Great, we're all here! Now let's get started..."

Jenny was all business. She ran the crew through their paces, demanding the highest possible level of execution on each routine. Soon enough she had them sweating as they ran routine after routine, bounding back and forth, lunging, leaping, shaking, and belting their way through the whole cheerleading repertoire.

Jenny's face flushed in sudden pride as she admired the results of all the hard work every single member had put in—including Ella. While Ella had definitely been the weakest link in the beginning (a link Jenny had only taken on after much convincing by Mr. Anderson), she had quickly advanced, moving past mere respectability to become one of the two or three best cheerleaders on the squad—at least, in terms of the game-day routines. 

Naturally, there was a lot more to cheerleading than what transpired on the sidelines during the game, but Jenny begrudgingly admitted to herself that Ella had at least mastered that part of her role. Ella had been introduced to the other part of being a cheerleader on the night of the first game—not to mention the rumors Jenny had heard about the doctor visit on campus that had left a visibly shaken Ella wandering the halls the rest of the day—and was now ready for further indoctrination into the other role she was expected to fill.

Returning her attention to the task at hand, Jenny addressed the squad.

"Ok, before we all hurt our arms patting each other on the back and talking about how great we are, let's do it all just one more time..."

Several of the girls groaned audibly, including Ella.

"Ready, and go..."

Finished, in varying stages of exhaustion, each of the cheerleaders was sweating profusely. Practice was finally over.

'I hope I dressed ok,' Ella thought, bent over, hands planted on her upper thighs. She had gone to pains to wear something she thought would put her 'in' with the other girls. She was tired of always looking different, kind of nerdy—ok, very nerdy; she recognized that part of being a cheerleader was being in the 'in' crowd, even if only superficially so. She should at least look the part, even if all she was interested in was showing up at practice and running through the games so she could get that block on her Junior College resume checked off. Looking down at her sweat-soaked clothing, she added, 'Not that it matters when you sweat like a dog.'

Ella looked around at the others, noted with satisfaction that several of them were quite winded. She felt like she could go again. Running, that was the reason. Shaking her head slightly, she still couldn't believe how easy running had turned out to be—and the resulting endurance, power, and stamina really helped on the field.

The combination of running and drilling at cheerleader practice had another effect—it toned her body in ways that made all the other girls jealous. She was practically chiseled, from head to toe, a classic beauty with the 'big rack' and flared hips so many of the fellas were just dying to get their hands on. Guys would stop when they saw her running on campus, turning their heads and dropping their jaws as she scampered by. Many of them wanted to ask her out, to at least say hi—but didn't, did nothing in fact but watch her run out of sight and then return their attention to whatever it was they had been doing. For some, it was intimidation; it was her cheerleader status, her beauty that said 'Don't even try.' For others, it was as simple as a single Stone Moore sentence: "Keep away from Ella Sanders."

When Stone talks, people listen.

Elated by her performance, Ella couldn't help smiling as the others broke up and headed over to the pair of picnic tables that were positioned by the swimming pool—

'Eek,' Ella thought, 'the swimming pool!' She hadn't thought to bring a suit. All she had was a dainty old one-piece anyways, from a year ago, which meant she certainly couldn't have fit into it even if she had remembered to bring it. She steeled herself to the offer she would surely get (and decline) to use one of Jenny's suits. Everyone else quickly grabbed their bags and headed through the big sliding glass doors at the bottom deck of the house, lining up outside the changing room so they could don their suits.

All but Jenny.

"Ella, where's your suit?" she asked, one eyebrow arched expectantly.

"Ah, well, I forgot it, Jen. It's alright, I'll just skip—"

"Ha! No way! You gotta change, babe, it's a fuck—" she caught herself, realized her father was manning the grill. She lowered her voice: "It's a pool party, you're gonna get wet and you need a bathing suit. Look, I have something you could wear. Your boobs are only a little bigger than mine, it will fit just fine, you'll see," Jenny coaxed, trying her best to ease Ella's mind. "Besides, you're sweaty as hell, we all are."

It didn't work.

"Really, it's fine, I'm good, Jen."

"Ok, suit yourself," Jenny said stiffly, and quickly turned around. She purposely strolled up to her house and through the sliding door, slamming it shut behind her.

Ella sat at one of the picnic tables nursing a diet Coke as she watched Jenny's father tend the grill. He was very efficient, stacking burgers, steaks, and chicken neatly on the top rack before they were done, timing it all so they would finish at just about the same time. He was focused on his work, which Ella admired.

'It's all about the details,' Ella thought to herself. 'Why, I bet—'

Just then, an ice-cold bucket of water landed squarely on Ella's back. She gasped and bolted upright, stepped sideways and turned around, searching for whoever had just doused her. She hunched up her shoulders, bowing her arms out in a pitiful attempt to escape the frigid water that drenched her back, her hair, and was now soaking even the front of her t-shirt, which was plastered to her like a second skin. The icy water hardened her nipples uncomfortably and sent goose bumps scurrying all across her arms and shoulders.

Anna blind-sided Ella, driving her shoulder into Ella's ribs, pushing her towards the rapidly approaching pool. Anna moved like a linebacker, driving her feet into the soft grass. She had a mission: dunk the bitch.

Ella reached around, trying to find something on Anna she could get her hands around, but Anna was wearing only a slim bikini. Ella's hands slid harmlessly off Anna's tanned, oiled body.

"SSPPLLAASSHH!"

Anna and Ella fell wickedly into the water, arms entwined. There was a racket in the shallow end of the pool where they struggled mightily with each other, each trying to get some kind of leverage on the other. Finally, Ella managed to get Anna in a headlock, grunted with satisfaction as she pushed Anna's head under the water a moment. After a few seconds, she let her back up. The others were roaring with laughter, even Mr. Thompson, who had looked away from his work at the grill long enough to admire the sleek physiques of his daughter's cheerleading friends.

"What happened, Anna?" someone asked, chuckling.

"I guess you'll be needing something to wear," Mr. Thompson chimed in dryly, nodding Ella's way. Shaking his head slightly he returned his attention to the sizzling grill.

Ella decided it was all in good fun, smiled and said, "Yeah, about that suit..."

Chapter 3 -- Barbecue and Horseplay

In the spacious downstairs bathroom, Ella dropped the towel that was wrapped around her long body and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

'Why don't any of them talk to me?' she wondered to herself, not for the first time. It was rare, the times like this, when she looked at her body and saw herself the same way everyone else did. True, she had very little time for guys, and certainly no time for any of the jocks (who seemed to be the only ones interested in her), but now none of the other guys even talked to her. Only Donny, who had approached her in the library that one day a few weeks back and asked how things were going, had made any attempt to talk. The next day he had a big shiner over his left eye. Before she could walk up and ask him what was wrong, he'd quickly gathered his things and practically run away, never even looking back. She hadn't seen him since. 

Shrugging, Ella thought, 'I look good,' as she admired the smooth, supple lines her body reflected in the full-length mirror. After careful consideration of her milky white skin, she resolved to get more sun next summer. Even nerds should be a little tanned in south Florida.

The small pink bikini lying on the counter grabbed her attention and her thoughts went back to the time, six weeks before, when she first put on the ill-fitting cheerleader's outfit. She chuckled. "Yeah, what a winner that one turned out to be," she whispered, shaking her head, "I hope this one is bigger." She took hold of the pink bikini Jenny had given her to wear—and was surprised to find that it would probably fit okay. The cups up top seemed large and full, and the bottoms were of a regular cut that should cover most of her tush. She had been prepared to complain, to ask if Jenny had anything a little more conservative, but thought to herself that this suit actually looked like it would cover more of her body than any of the others' suits. Anna's was scandalous; you could actually see part of her areola poking out around her top! This one Jenny had given her almost looked tame in comparison.

Quickly Ella shrugged into the bikini, noting with some satisfaction that the bottoms fit as comfortably as they looked. The top, while a bit tight around her torso, also fit fairly well, mostly covering her ponderous breasts. She didn't like the little snap in the back, it was hard for her to reach back and fasten, but that was a minor quibble. Both top and bottom were somewhat thin—her dark, pronounced nipples and wide, round areola were just barely visible beneath the semi-translucent pink material. Her ample bosoms, while fully covered, seemed intent on escaping confinement, jiggling and wobbling impressively against the thin cups. Mildly concerned, Ella grabbed her American Eagle t-shirt and pulled it on over the bikini. She was taking no chances.

'There,' she thought, 'that should take care of that.' Grabbing a towel she headed outside, hunger tickling her belly.

Mr. Thompson addressed the cheerleaders: "Ok ladies, I've got a one o'clock tee time, so I'm leaving all of this," he motioned his hands in a wide open gesture, "for you. All I ask is you follow my two house rules. One, be careful. Two, don't go anywhere if you, ah, indulge. Jennifer," he said, turning his attention to his daughter, "there's a reception with Judge Roberts after golf today, so I won't be home until really late. Make sure these fine young ladies all follow my rules, ok dear?"




Cheerleader Betrayed



"Sure thing, Daddy! G'luck," Jenny said, hugging her father. She stepped away and waved to him as he walked into the house, then returned her attention to the spread that lay on the picnic tables before them.

Steak, burgers, chicken, potato salad, baked beans, and chips were strewn out over both picnic tables. The cheerleader corps dug in, ravenous from their early morning practice. 

'This is an awful lot of food,' Ella thought, taking a big bite out of a cheeseburger. She ate her food away quickly and efficiently, replenishing the fuel her body had burned during the prolonged morning drills

Before long they were all in the pool, talking about whatever came to mind, including the football team and how great it would be to go undefeated for the year. Naturally, some horseplay started, mostly light splashing. Ella was the only one wearing a t-shirt over her suit, but the others didn't seem to notice. 

Suddenly, Anna was behind Jenny; she leapt up, landing with the full force of her weight on Jenny's shoulders. Jenny had no say in the matter as she went under the water's surface, her hair streaming out around her shoulders. Submerged she turned and reached out to grab Anna, but only managed to knock her scandalous bikini sideways, freeing Anna's twin C cups. The breasts were high and firm, marked by dark tan lines and tipped by tiny pale pink nipples. Anna leapt again, attempting a body slam of Jenny. It worked—both cheerleaders were now under the water where they stayed, grappling each other before coming back to the surface, laughing. Absently, Anna straightened her bikini top and bottoms, looking around for the next victim.

Ella backed up against the side of the pool, sliding over one of the jets. She felt it pulsing against her bottom as she spread her arms out and rested them on the cement sides of the pool. 'She won't get me,' Ella thought. 'I'll—oohh!'

Ella's body position had shifted slightly; the pulse of the jets went between her legs and curled around, swirling a small concentrated flow of water over and around her outer lips. She shivered—not cold—and felt an electric current flowing down her spine and deep between her thighs. The feeling was more than a little stimulating. She closed her eyes as she felt the hum begin, the little buzzing sensation beginning to tick away in her brain.

Ella knew what an orgasm was, the definition of it in a detached, clinical sort of way—but had never experienced one. The one time, with Stone, she was sure she could have, it felt really really REALLY good; but then things got out of hand, way out of hand, and went so terribly wrong...

While she wanted an orgasm, wanted to feel that terrible release, she couldn't bring herself to masturbate—not even lying in her bed, completely alone. She wouldn't allow her hands to drop down between her thighs and begin to do that to herself, she couldn't... But this... well, this was different. She wasn't actually playing with herself, was she? She wasn't really doing anything; she was just leaning back, letting it all wash over her. Ella separated her legs ever so slightly, positioned her waist so the pressure of the jetting water played more openly across her sensitive outer lips. Gradually she spread her thighs further apart, focusing the fluidic pressure, feeling the flow of water run along the channel of her lips up and over her clitoris. Her eyes closed, head fell back.

"No," she thought, not realizing she spoke the words aloud, "I'm just relaxing a bit. This is... this is fine..."

Casually (at least, she was trying to look casual) turning around, Ella grabbed the sides of the pool, her knuckles going white as she moved her body so that the jet was facing her clit directly. She paused there a moment, positioning herself so that the pressure was firm, insistent—direct. 

Stars filled her vision; her breathing quickened. Ella felt a heavy sensation in her belly, felt beads of sweat slowly rolling down the sides of her face. She grunted softly, clenched her jaw. Closing her eyes, the only sound she heard was the steady hum of the pool pump and a single bird, chirping—

Suddenly she turned, red-faced, and saw the others staring back at her from across the pool. They all wore small smiles; several of them were chuckling softly. She counted: three, four, five... where...

There was a sudden splash behind her. Before Ella could turn, she felt hands grab her around the waist, pushing up under the t-shirt. They were moving over the bikini top, over her breasts, fingers searching for the nipples, tracing them and squeezing. It all happened so fast.

"Wanna play?" she heard Anna whisper, right into her ear. "Yeah, you wanna play."

Anna trailed one of her hands down Ella's waist, down to her bikini bottoms. 

"Oh, you called it 'just relaxing a bit,' didn't you?" Anna hissed, shifting her hand inside Ella's bikini bottoms, her fingertip sliding down, searching for the little nubbin she was ready to experiment with.

"Did I—" Ella stopped herself, tried to move. 'Did I say that out loud?' she wondered. She was desperate to escape Anna's grasp. Her mind still reeled from the sensations that had flooded it only seconds before; she was unable to free herself. Anna's fingertip found what it was looking for, began softly flicking against it.

Ella swung her head back and forth. Her pussy was suddenly on fire, a blistering sensation that threatened to explode, taking her— 

Ella was able to get an arm under Anna's and pry it from between her legs, stepping away quickly in the process. Ella headed towards the steps, ostentatiously pulling out and resetting her ponytail.

"Ha, Ella was too good for me!" Anna announced playfully, immediately setting her sights on Audrey and pouncing. She dunked her unceremoniously, backed away and slumped down in the water, following Ella with her eyes up and out of the pool.

Ella, towel in her hands, sat confused on one of the chaise lounges. She watched intently as Anna made the rounds, in turn trying to get her digs into everyone. Obviously, she was only dunking the others, not trying to... 

Why had she done that? What was she up to?

"Jenny," she heard, in a deep, throaty voice; Ella's heart sank. A guy. John Boy. He was here, which probably meant—

"Hey John Boy! Stoney! The rest of the crew! Fucking swweeeetttt!" Jenny announced, running into John Boy's arms.

Chapter 4 -- Arrivals

"Ella," Stone said, a knowing smile on his face as he nodded her way.

They were all here: John Boy, Stone, Ricky, Stu—and two guys she had never seen before.

"These must be the new recruits," Jenny commented as she walked over to them. "Hi, I'm Jenny Thompson, cheerleader captain, and here's the rest of the squad. Anna, Maggie, Audrey..."

Terror lit through every atom of Ella's being. This couldn't be happening, not again. 'It's daylight,' she thought, trying to get control over her raging emotions. 'We're outside, it's the pool, everything's fine.'

"—and Ella, of course."

The two young men walked over to Ella.

"Hey, I'm Dave," the smaller boy said, crouching and extending his hand. "I'm a senior over at Sarasota High School. Looks like my ACT isn't gonna get me into a big school right away, so I'm thinking about Key Biscayne JC. I heard they need some DBs. Watcha think?" he asked, his eyes devouring the sight of Ella's body beneath the clingy white t-shirt. He may have been the 'smaller boy' but he was still tall, 6 feet, and 180 pounds. His eyes drifted down, devouring her body.

"It's... a good... school..." Ella muttered, taking and shaking his hand meekly.

Dave nodded, eyes fixated on the nipples so prominently displayed under the soaked t-shirt. He licked his lips.

"Roscoe," the big guy said, stepping in front of Dave. He was positively huge, 6 foot 8 inches of muscle—with practically no brains. He was the most dominant defensive tackle anybody had ever seen, but only half as smart as a box of rocks. "Daddy says Roscoe hafta go to little school, to KB JC, and den he can go ta big school." He nodded down at Ella. Her eyes were downcast; she practically ignored him.

"Hey, Roscoe talkin' to you," he said, placing his hand on Ella's head. He twisted it back until he could look into her eyes.

Ella looked up at Roscoe apprehensively. She managed a weak smile. "Hi," she whispered, lips barely moving. Roscoe continued his steady gaze down into Ella's brilliant sea green eyes, waiting for her to turn away. Of course she would; they all did. None of them could hold his look. Nobody could stare down Roscoe, not his brother, his teacher, opposing football players, and certainly not any of the females he fixed with his predatory glare. A crooked grin spread across Roscoe's face.

Stone stared at Ella with a deep sense of inevitability. She was like a small doe in a field full of ripe young stags. This day would guarantee Key Biscayne two solid recruits—and Jenny's father would be very grateful, the Alumni Association was looking forward to continued success and counted on the current players to be proactive in bringing in the kind of replacements needed to make that happen. All of the 'jobs' and 'perks' were payment; a quid pro quo for delivering wins and recruits.

"Ok, let's eat up, fellas," Stone said. The others quickly followed suit, devouring food at an astonishing rate. Somehow, a cooler full of beer turned up and started to flow, tongues got loose, and the shit-talking began. 

Everyone was drinking: beer mostly, a few mixers, a little Jager, and wine-coolers for the less adventurous. The backyard was abuzz with the sounds of bragging, giggling, laughing at an obscene joke about a blonde, her doctor, and her mechanic...

Ella stood, tried to discretely slip away to the house.

Strong hands closed around her arms, lifted her effortlessly overhead.

"Geronimo!" Roscoe yelled, his voice booming as he leapt into the pool. Ella looked like nothing more than a giant Barbie doll in his corded arms. The two of them disappeared with a terrific splash into the water. Roscoe was the first to gather his footing. He took Ella in a bear hug, wrapping his arms around her back, squeezing her firmly into his chest.

'Big titties,' he thought. 'Damn these feel good.'

"Why the t-shirt?" he asked, looking down into Ella's eyes. Always, the eyes; always, looking down.

Establishing dominance.

"I... well..." Ella tried to answer, twisting her head around. Nobody seemed to be paying them any attention; they were all busy talking and drinking.

All except Stone—looking at her, he lifted his beer, nodding his head her way. "She's a wild one, Roscoe," Stone said, taking a big swig of Budweiser. "But she'll take care of you." He laughed and turned his attention to Dave, who was sitting across from him, his back to the pool. Stone said something to Dave and they both laughed.

Chapter 5 -- Roscoe Begins

"This gots ta go," Roscoe said, roughly pulling the shirt over Ella's head. She had no choice but to lift her arms, afraid they would be ripped them her sockets if she didn't get them up over her head fast enough. After he removed the t-shirt she dropped them back down quickly, covering her breasts under the now-sheer bikini top. She tried to back away from him, ran out of room when the small of her back hit the side of the pool. He advanced on her, fording the water easily with long strides of his thick legs.

Ella looked him up and down, noted the farmer's tan that colored his arms darkly while leaving his hairy chest a much lighter color. Roscoe possessed a long face punctuated by a stubby goatee on his chin, with sideburns that extended down to the jaw-line. Dark, hungry eyes loomed under a heavy brow that was furrowed in concentration.

"I like you," he whispered, reaching his hands out and around Ella's upper arms. He dropped down into the water until it was at neck level, putting him eye to eye with Ella. "I said I like you." His statement demanded an answer.

"I... uh..." Flustered, Ella couldn't articulate a response. She gulped, intimidated by Roscoe's sheer size. She had never seen anybody this big before.

Roscoe grinned again, the same crooked grin as before. Bringing his hands up, he placed them on Ella's breasts, squeezed. The sight of them pushed together, the massive cleavage under the little pink bikini, was spectacular. He slid his fingers up, dipped the fingertips down into the bikini top, started easing it down.

"No, please," Ella whispered, still looking down. She watched the thin material roll down the swell of her breasts, wanted to bring her arms up, wanted to stop him, wanted to do something, anything—

"Please what?" Roscoe answered blandly as he continued the downward pull until half the areolas were exposed.

"Damn, you got big ol' dark nipples," Roscoe said, his voice surging. "Roscoe likes that, ain't never seen none this big before."

He pulled the bikini top all the way down, tucked it under the balloon-shaped breasts. They floated right in his face, the nipples teasing the surface, surrounded by wide areolas. He looked up, found Ella's shocking green eyes, and stabbed them with his own.

"I like you," he said again, lifting Ella until her upper body cleared the water. He leaned in, flicked his tongue against her hardening nipple. Roscoe let her down then, reached over and grabbed both nipples between his thumb and forefingers, pinching them softly. He rolled the nipples around, felt his cock begin to stir. He slid in closer, wrapped his arms around and down, grabbing Ella's ass. He pulled her to him quickly, noticed that she had her legs locked tightly together.

"Hey, open them legs," he matter-of-factly commanded. When Ella failed to comply, Roscoe let go of her ass, dropped his hands behind her thighs and took a firm hold. He parted them smoothly, overcoming any resistance even her runners-legs thought to provide. He was just too strong. 

Sliding up between the V of her now separated thighs, Roscoe moved his hands back down, this time inside her bikini bottoms, again taking Ella's supple cheeks in his hands. He enjoyed the feel of his palms and fingers smoothly sliding her bikini bottoms over her rounded ass. He gripped the cheeks with his fingers, pulled her closer to him, felt his manhood press snugly against her pelvis.

When Roscoe lifted Ella out of the water, images and thoughts of the night after the first game forced their way into her consciousness ... Memories of everything that had happened came rushing back: Ricky straddling her chest and spewing his load all over her; Stu towering over her as he put his filthy thing inside her mouth, the flood of sperm he unleashed in her throat; Stone, especially Stone, the triumphant look as he mounted her, as if there were no question about what his place—and hers—was and would be. She remembered the exam by Dr. Tarsal, too, how she had just... taken it. She couldn't escape the momentum of it all, the finality. It was like she was an observer, hovering over her body as these things happened to her.

As this next thing seemed certain to happen.

She felt a lump in her throat, fought back the tears that threatened to take her over. 'I can still stop him,' she thought. A surge of rebellion coursed through her. 'I just have to—'

Then she felt it, the length of his long cock settle against her. It was larger than anything she had ever experienced, bigger than of the other guys had been. It felt almost like her forearm, lengthy and thick. 'No way,' she thought. 'That can't be a penis.'

Panicking, she raised her arms, put her hands against Roscoe's chest and tried to push him away.

"You like me too?" he asked, mistaking her movements. He thought she was touching him, responding.

Ella shook her head. "No," she whispered. "No..."

Roscoe pulled her closer, began to grind against her. Sliding his thumbs into Ella's bottoms, he started slipping them down with his long arms. Ella jerked her hands down, trying to stop him. Roscoe leaned into her, pinning her against the side of the pool.

"Hey," he said, raising his voice, "I said I like you." He shoved downward, moving the bikini bottoms past her knees. Lifting his foot he hooked them with his toe, pushed them all the way down. Just as quickly, he shucked off his own trunks, freeing his substantial meat. 

His long tool moved back and forth in the water like a cobra, poised to strike. Grabbing Ella's waist, he pulled her to him again, felt his cock press against her trimmed bush, up against her soft belly.

Twisting her head, Ella looked around, desperate for an intervention.

Nobody else was outside; she and Roscoe were all alone.

Roscoe looked around too, nodded.

"They knew we was gonna need some privacy," he commented. Roughly he pulled Ella in close, tried to kiss her. Ella turned her head away. Roscoe turned, still holding Ella tightly against him, and headed for the steps in the shallow end of the pool... 

From the upstairs bedroom, Stone looked down at the pool, beer in hand. Anna saw the big shit-eating grin on his face and matched it with one of her own.

"Looks like she's caught on," Stone commented, turning his attention from the scene outside to Anna. Anna nodded agreement. "We'll give our boy Roscoe plenty of time, let him finish up. After he's done, we'll let Dave slip out there. Now, get your ass over here."

Anna slinked out of her bikini, commanding all of Stone's attention with the sway of her rounded hips, the smooth lines of her abs, the up-thrust breasts jutting rudely from her chest.

"Yeah baby," Stone whispered, smiling around another chug of beer.

From the kitchen window, Jenny could barely contain herself, transfixed by the scene playing out before her eyes. 'This is like King Kong,' she thought to herself. 'This dude is fucking huge.'

She looked to the den, where the rest of the crew (minus Stoney and Anna, she noted) were sharing stories about the road, the playoffs, the virtually non-stop partying...

Jenny took one last look outside, nodding with satisfaction. 'Fuck yeah, bitch. He's got something for you, time to learn your place.'

Quickly, Jenny snatched another beer from the fridge and headed back to the den, planting herself by John Boy.

"Did you hear the one about the Topless Cheerleader?" she asked, looking squarely at Dave. Everybody roared as she started to tell the tale...

Chapter 6 -- Roscoe Finishes

"Roscoe, please... I'm... I'm not..."

Ella was propped backwards on the steps, which dug mercilessly into her back.

"What the fuck? Stone said you were gonna play ball," Roscoe said, his voice getting progressively louder. "PLAY BALL, BITCH! FUCK!" He practically shouted the last.

Ella twisted uncomfortably; Roscoe grabbed her ankles, pulled her to him quickly. Placing one hand under her back, he guided his dick with the other, moved it between her thighs and up, rooting around...

"I... don't..." Ella pleaded. Waves of hot shame washed over her body. She felt her chest tense up, felt the humiliation deepen.

'Just keep going for it,' Stone had told Roscoe on the drive over. The words still reverberated in Roscoe's tiny little brain. 'She'll make you work for it but believe me, she wants it bro, she's all about that shit. So don't give up. Just tell her, "Here it comes, bitch" 'cause she eats that shit up.' Stone had grinned like a madman the whole time. 'She's a sure thing, bro, you just gotta deliver.'

Roscoe repeated the words: "Here it comes, bitch. Damn I like them titties, so fuckin' big."

Roscoe found the opening, pressed in. The dark crimson head of his cock disappeared between Ella's outer lips.

A tear gathered in the corner of Ella's eye, started to run down her cheek.

Roscoe exhaled forcefully in her face, the stale smell of burgers and beer overpowering her senses.




Cheerleader Betrayed



"Yeah, we like that shit," Roscoe said. "Take it bitch." He jerked his hips, buried a third of his length inside Ella's tight, warm fuckhole.

"Fuck me, this shit is tight."

Grunting, Roscoe lunged again. He was a little over halfway in.

Ella's pussy was on fire. It had never accommodated anything this big around—it was definitely like a forearm, an invader fighting tooth and nail for every inch. Ella raised her arms reflexively, grabbed Roscoe's shoulders. It was better than laying back against the harsh steps.

Roscoe stood, hoisted his massive frame out of the three-foot shallows, lifting Ella effortlessly out of the water at the same time. Even Roscoe was smart enough to know it would be easier to get it all inside without the nearly weightless water working against him. Holding her ass securely in both hands, he lowered her while simultaneously thrusting upwards with his hips. A few strokes later, he was penetrating her almost completely.

"Fucking tight," he whispered again. "Can you takes it all?" he asked, glaring down. He pumped again, felt it all slam home. The head of his cock jammed up against her cervix. Slowly Roscoe eased back down into the water, enjoying the feel of her constricted cuntal walls against his inflated cock. 

Ella's Kegels kept squeezing, trying hopelessly to expel the force so rudely imbedded in the depths of her womanhood. 

Roscoe grinned like a fool, unable to believe he was planting one deep in this fine piece of ass. 'Roscoe come ta school here,' he thought. 'Roscoe like this place.'

Ella felt her chest pressed firmly against his upper body, her hard nipples mashed against his unyielding muscularity. She was bouncing now, slowly, easily, the water lapping against her chest, as he moved her body where he wanted it. She felt the length of him sliding back and forth, about a third of the way out, then back in. 

Roscoe tilted Ella back, looking down at her immense breasts floating magnificently in the water.

"Big fuckin' tits, tight fuckin' snatch," he breathed, increasing the depth of his motions. "You was built for fuckin'." The grin had disappeared, replaced by a look of fierce concentration. Now he was pulling his cock almost all the way out, then slamming it all back in, penetrating her in long full strokes. He laid her back against the steps, reaching his hands down so he could grab her breasts.

It was all Ella could do to support her weight with her arms, to keep from being crushed on the steps. Powerless to do anything else, she bit her lip, a keen look of frustration plainly visible. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side.

"Love them titties—hey, look at me," he said. 

Ella continued looking away.

Roscoe shifted his arms, took Ella's face between his hands. "LOOK AT ME," he said, turning her face towards his. 

Reluctantly she opened her eyes, looked up. Ella saw a look of comprehension on Roscoe's face she hadn't seen on the giant before, an understanding. Then it dawned on her—recognition spread over her face as well, accompanied by a heavy feeling that took root in her stomach. She felt it, the impertinence—she was nothing, a sheath. A tool.

A receptacle.

Impaled on his long, fat cock, she wasn't going anywhere except back and forth, back and forth, riding it involuntarily.

"Fat tits," Roscoe whispered thickly, grabbing the areolas and nipples firmly between his fingers. "Big ol' nipples, fuck yeah." He continued moving, back and forth, a few minutes more. He let go of the tortured nipples, slapped the sides of her breasts with his hands, watching them bounce from side to side.

Suddenly Roscoe grabbed her shoulders, anchoring himself. His pace quickened; he started pumping furiously.

Ella had never felt so... full. The only thing in her consciousness was Roscoe's enormous cock, permeating everything she heard, everything she saw, everything she felt. She couldn't accept the extent of it, the girth, the way it was just... it was inescapably, unavoidably THERE. Tears welled, began flowing down her cheeks; a sob caught in her throat.

"Here it comes, bitch," he said, and did it ever. Ella felt the load of spunk hit her cervix, the hot seed filling her completely. Roscoe kept pumping, gradually slowing his pace. He pulled her all the way down and stopped, twitching his cock in her inner depths.

"That's how Roscoe likes it, you done real good." He patted her on the head, chuckling.

Spent, Roscoe lifted Ella off his slowly deflating cock and backed away, watching her slump down on the pool steps.

"Here," he said, handing over her bikini bottoms, "I think they comin' back down soon, might wanna cover up."

Pulling his own swimming trunks back on, Roscoe walked up the steps and out of the pool, strode over to one of the picnic tables and pulled a beer from the cooler. He popped the tab, leaned back and took a big gulp, followed by another. He drank the whole beer in four gulps, then reached down to the cooler and took out another.

"Roscoe like beer," he said, looking at Ella. He walked up to the house, opened the sliding door and walked in, nodding appreciatively all the way...

Chapter 7 -- Dave Begins

Left alone, bikini back in place, Ella drifted out into the water and leaned back, eyes closed. She felt the sun beat down on her, its rays warming her body. The feel of the water, lapping softly against her neck, was quite nice. The languid movement of it relaxed and reassured her, gently rocking back and forth. Ella allowed her arms to float at her sides, her mind adrift in a sea of free association. For just a moment, she could imagine she was the only person in the world, could escape the harsh recollection of what had just happened—ignore the fear of what lay ahead, the waves of humiliation that still crashed over her body. It was like a nightmare: afterwards you wake up, thinking that it's finally over, that you can go get a tall glass of milk, a handful of cookies, and dismiss as so much bullshit the horrible dreams your subconscious mind just subjected you to—

And then reality hits. The hands, suddenly on her shoulders, large and demanding—they were real. The feel of his knees, bent slightly, as they slid against the back of her thighs—oh, those were real. The bulk of his chest pressing against her back, the length of his erect penis nestling between the cheeks of her ass—that was absolutely real.

"Hey," he whispered, "how's it going?"

His voice was real, too.

Ella felt his hands move down her arms, underneath her buoyant breasts, squeezing them firmly under the water. She felt the cleavage form, push up beyond the surface of the water, felt his eyes staring holes through the thin material of her bikini at the dark, jutting nipples.

It was all very, very real...

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REMEMBER: It's only fantasy!



Cheerleader Crushed



Author's Note: This story is a continuation of and conclusion to Cheerleader Betrayed. I recommend reading Cheerleader Betrayed before Cheerleader Crushed.

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ROSCOE -- Finished

Roscoe strolled into the house, a strong sense of satisfaction coursing through his veins. He pulled the big sliding door closed, heard and felt it "whump" shut.

"Big place," he muttered, looking around the spacious confines of Jenny Thompson's home. Laughter and soft music to his left guided him in that direction. He stepped through a hallway and out, into a large open room that had a red-felted pool table right in the middle and a dartboard in the corner, with a garishly taped line that he rightly assumed was where you stood to pitch. Nodding in approval he continued walking through the game room and into the den, where he found everyone lounging variously on a black leather sofa, loveseat, and a trio of matching recliners.

Several empty beer cans were strewn on the coffee and end tables, which no doubt fueled the low roar that had met his ears upon entry into the room. It was like they were all talking at once—and then immediately stopped when he stepped across the threshold.

"Roscoe! What the fuck, bro?" Stone Moore asked, his hand draped casually over Anna's shoulder. The two of them were sandwiched into one of the recliners, she nestled comfortably into his lap.

Roscoe smiled sheepishly, unsure how to respond. Stone had told him Ella wanted it, that she was all about hooking up with the football players; but in the pool, when he made his move, she had been kind of standoffish. That didn't stop him of course—she was toned, her body was supple and lithe, topped with an impressive rack he just couldn't take his eyes off of, all of it practically begging him to come 'play ball.' So no, he didn't stop, and didn't remember her asking him to; well, maybe halfheartedly, but she pretty much just took it, let him drive that big old horse cock right up in there— 

Starting to get excited again, he returned his attention to the question at hand. He racked his little brain for a response, a reply that seemed appropriate; this proved to be very difficult. He was searching for just the right words, the straight path to Stone's approval. He wanted very much to come to Key Biscayne JC, a top-notch JC program, because he knew that would make jumping up to the next level that much easier. Frustrated, he again mentally cursed his non-qualifying ACT score and low GPA.

Stone sensed his hesitation, the slowness that must accompany anything this brute had to actually think to do, and quickly threw him a bone.

"Hey, it's ok Roscoe, you don't have to tell us any of the details," Stone said. His eyes narrowed: "But, was it good?" Stone laughed suddenly, a throaty sound that filled the room. "I mean, she's fucking hot, right? It had to be good!" Everyone laughed, including Roscoe who by then had plopped down on one end of the sofa.

"Yeah, she was good Stone, jus' like you said." Roscoe took a big swig of beer. " I like her."

"Good, good. Very good," Stone commented, turning his attention to Dave.

"What do you say, Dave?" Stu piped up, jealous as hell. "You gonna go get you some now?" He still wanted a piece of Ella for himself, was a little irked Stone had made this big production out of saving her for these two recruits. Granted, they were top notch, two of the highest rated recruits in the state, but all Stu had from the little whore up to this point was a blowjob for crying out loud—he was fucking due, by his calculation. 'All in good time,' he reasoned.

Dave looked around, sensing the approval and encouragement building...

"She's willing, bro," Stone said, lifting his beer as if to toast Dave on his way.

"Yeah, she plays shy and bashful and shit, but she'll take it, just give it to her," Ricky chimed in. Like Stu, he still had some unfinished business with one Ella Sanders, so the sooner these two recruits were done, the better. 'Bitch'll probably transfer after we get done with her,' Ricky thought, nodding to himself.

Dave, most of a six-pack in the tank already, felt the liquid courage boiling within. He stood, pounded his chest like Tarzan, and headed back out the way Roscoe had come in.

"Atta boy," Anna called, clapping.

"Get her, Tiger!" Jenny screamed enthusiastically. 'Take that bitch down one more peg,' she thought, 'she's got a lot to learn about what her fucking place is.' Jenny was determined that Ella would get her comeuppance, one way or the other.

DAVE -- Begins

Dave stood at the wide glass door, taking in the meticulously landscaped backyard. Flowers, bushes, timbers, rocks, all were placed strategically to give the area a depth and texture one normally expected to find at only the finest of country clubs. He absorbed it all, letting his gaze wander seamlessly over every detail until he found himself looking at the chrome bar by the stairway of the oblong swimming pool, at Ella floating in the water...

'Sweet Jesus,' he thought, 'look at that shit.' He watched as Ella drifted away from the steps, head tilted back, arms spread weightlessly at her sides. Her full breasts bobbed at the surface of the water, hard nipples straining their way through the silky, flimsy bikini that tried unsuccessfully to restrain them. The lines of her jaw were subtle yet strong, framing a face that exuded absolute innocence. She looked for all the world like his sister's best friend, the one who was almost a '10' but carried herself around as though she were merely a '5.'

Ella Sanders was one of the most incredible looking pieces of tail he had ever seen. 

Dave still remembered the phone call—Stone Moore, quarterback and captain of the football team, had told him, 'Wait until you see this one, she's smokin' hot. She's gonna give you a good time while you're in town,' he had promised. 'She'll give it up. Trust me.' Remembering the conversation, his excitement about coming to town for this recruiting visit, he felt almost giddy.

Dave suddenly grinned, slowly opened the door and began sneaking his way across the bent Bermuda grass, careful not to interrupt Ella's preoccupied state.

Dave had an athletic build, not nearly as big as the other football players, but then he was kind of a 'tweener.' Pretty boy good looks graced his face, punctuated by a dazzling smile. He was the prototypical boy-next-door who could cut your grass, change your oil, hit a fastball, and be trusted to bring your daughter home on time when they went out on a Saturday night date—all with a dark side, of course.

In football terms it was somewhat unclear what position he would play, although Key Biscayne was promising him a shot at corner, which would free up lots of options once he had two years under his belt. He was strong without being overly muscular, had power to lift heavy weights in quick bursts rather than strength to pound out massive amounts of weight in prolonged sets, over and over and over. This gave him a lightness of step that suited him well on the football field—and in other endeavors.

Dave continued stealing his way over the manicured lawn until he finally arrived at the shallow end of the pool, opposite Ella. Very delicately he glided down into the tranquil blue pool, careful not to disturb the water's surface anymore than he absolutely had to. Satisfied Ella remained undisturbed—she still lay back, eyes closed, obviously lost in some daydream—Dave began moving towards her, the anticipation straining his concentration.

He couldn't wait to feel her curves under his hands, the feel of her fine brown hair between his fingers, the touch of her thighs rubbing back and forth over his own. He gulped, suddenly nervous. Dave hadn't looked forward to just holding a girl in his arms like this since he was 14, a freshman in high school. Now 18 and fairly experienced, it was novel to feel this all over again, especially with such surprising power. His stomach churned; a surge of euphoria filled him.

Sliding up behind Ella, Dave placed his hands on her shoulders, taking hold of them solidly, and gave a little squeeze. Sliding forward he spread his knees apart, slipping them around her soft thighs. He watched as goose bumps gathered on her shoulders and crept down her upper chest, then down the swell of her breasts. His upper body came to rest against her back—her body was warm, enticing. His cock settled between the cheeks of her ass, listing back and forth involuntarily. He was almost dizzy, his cock was so fucking hard.

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked, looking down over her shoulders into the depths of her cleavage.

No answer, just a small gasp.

'Finally,' Dave thought, 'I get to handle these fuckers.' He moved his hands down her arms, past the sides of her floating breasts, brought them underneath and squeezed with his fingers, pushing them firmly together. The billowy tit flesh bulged, causing the nipples to flatten slightly against the stretched material of the pink bikini. He stared at the dark color, the sheer size of the areola, his eyes bulging.

Exhaling deeply, Dave brought his hands up—were they shaking, just a little?— and took the bikini straps between his fingers, started slowly pushing them across and down her shoulders, down her upper arms until they approached the elbows. Flicking his hands brought the straps over the elbows, allowing him to smoothly slide them the rest of the way down Ella's arms.

The material of the bikini cups shifted with the motions of the straps, moving down, exposing half of the areolas to his view. The top caught momentarily on the jutting nipples, then flipped over them and quickly slid down the lower bulge of her creamy white skin.

"Yeah baby," Dave whispered, eyes held transfixed by the swollen breasts. Clumsily he reached to her back and tried to unfasten the bikini top, but the little catch wouldn't come undone. The effect of his attempts to take it off caused her breasts to tremble, shaking back and forth in the tepid pool water. Frustrated, Dave yanked, felt the top give. Pulling it away he saw he had ripped it at the fastener.

"Sorry," he muttered, throwing it to the side.

Suddenly there was a commotion—it looked like someone was coming outside. Make that two. Jenny and Audrey strolled across the grass towards the pool, seemingly engrossed in conversation.

ELLA -- Interrupted

Her reverie interrupted by Dave's appearance in the pool, Ella did nothing but lay still, feeling his body move in close, his hands roaming over her chest. She felt the ooze of Roscoe's load still seeping out of her stretched pussy—soreness from his terrible onslaught was beginning to penetrate the fog of confusion that still permeated her brain.

When Dave started pulling down the straps of her bikini, she did nothing, just let him push them relentlessly lower and lower...

'How am I going to get home?' she wondered. 'What time is it? I know it's Saturday, and I know...' her disjointed thoughts trailed off. She tried unsuccessfully to focus on something, anything, except the feel of her top being pulled away, her big breasts painfully exposed. Dread started to creep into her mind—

That was when she heard the commotion, too. Opening her eyes she saw Audrey and Jenny walking towards the pool, side by side. 'My breasts,' she thought. 'I can't let—'

Jolting upright, Ella pulled away from Dave and moved quickly to the side of the pool. She stayed low so her suspended breasts were pressed up against the pool's vinyl liner. The liner was very cool, causing her nipples to tighten almost painfully. The water was up to her chin—she had to get really low, her breasts were so buoyant they kept trying to practically climb up out of the water. 

Jenny chose one of the lounge chairs by the pool and lay down, stretching her arms slinkily overhead. The lilac-colored bikini she wore was perfect, covering all her bits easily but showing enough of the curves underneath to achieve 'sexy' without crossing the line into 'slutty,' a look she nailed time after time. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes, for all the world just another hot-body laying out at midday to catch a little sun.

Audrey, on the other hand, walked over to the array of pool pumps and actuated the Jacuzzi motor; then, she turned around and made her way back to the steps. Grasping the chrome bar she eased her way down into the water, taking a seat right by one of the jets so she could enjoy the steady stream of white fizzing bubbles merrily churning and foaming the water.

The pool pump, Jacuzzi pump, and Jacuzzi jets were surprisingly loud—Ella couldn't make out any other sounds, had trouble really focusing on anything. The steady hum of the pumps and accompanying bubbling of the Jacuzzi jets provided a weird subtext to her fragile state of mind—

Dave was behind her again, hands on her waist, reaching around...

Ella dropped her elbows, blocking him. She shook her head quickly, splashing small blots of water in his face. From the corner of her eye she could see him looking around, almost as if he were searching for something he had lost...

"Hey Dave, come here a sec," Audrey said, blinking her baby blues his direction. A redhead, Audrey cut a trim figure with slim arms and legs, ripped abs, and a tight pair of B cups parked just so beneath her slender shoulders. Her long fingers featured exquisitely detailed nails—flawlessly shaped and painted. She had a spectacular smile, one to make you yearn for long summer nights, blankets, and nothing but so many hours to kill watching the stars...

With an 'aw-shucks' grin, Dave headed her way.

"What's up?" she asked, just loud enough to be heard.

"Well, not a whole lot really, just getting comfortable in the pool," Dave answered, sliding in close. Maybe Audrey—

Realizing he had misunderstood, Audrey asked again: "No, I mean, what's going ON?" she repeated, this time nodding none-too-subtly in Ella's direction.

"Oh," Dave replied, catching on. "Well, she seems distracted. I don't wanna seem... you know... pushy."

"Nonsense," Audrey whispered into his ear. "I'll help you out on this one. I'll... create a diversion, get her in the middle of the pool. You'll grab one of the tanning rafts and bring it over, step in and give her a rescue. Then," Audrey said, her voice lowering, becoming suddenly husky, "why, then you can be Joe-fucking-Cool and take care of some business." Audrey quickly nipped his ear, taking the lobe lightly between her teeth.

Dave's heart leapt, an abrupt rush of excitement he had never felt before. 'Fuck me,' he thought, 'this is like some crazy fucking twilight zone shit.' He realized he was grinning like an idiot, tried unsuccessfully to wipe it from his face. Back home, he got his share of pussy—well, to be fair, maybe more than his share—but only because the girls were always throwing themselves at him, seeing dollar signs and a meal ticket away from the lonely little town with two stoplights, one grocery store, and nothing but a few hundred clay mining jobs to look forward to for any who stayed behind. He wasn't used to this, the level of calculation, the chase, the demur 'I'll-say-no-but-really-mean-yes' cat and mouse games. Even Audrey, he felt, would eventually let him have it, IF he came to Key Biscayne, IF he played his cards right. He was still grinning, felt a flush reach his cheeks; he was unsure what to say next.

"Shit Dave, it's alright. Get the raft ready—I've wanted to dunk this high-class slut all fucking day." Her eyes were piercing now, locking onto Dave's dark browns, darting from one to the other. "Just take it, fuck this little whore like she pissed you off, turned you down in front of all your friends and all you can think about is payback. Trust me," she finished, nodding slightly, "she needs it."

Dave had never had that kind of sex before. He was always afraid to just let it go, to be the aggressor; he knew there were girls out there who liked it that way, but he never seemed to hook up with them...

He reached up past the side of the pool, retrieved one of the long tanning rafts. Lying across it short-ways, with the raft wedged up between his arms and chest, he turned his attention back to Ella at the side of the pool. She still leaned against the wall, arms resting on the concrete sides. The side of her breast was visible, creamy white and moon-shaped, halfway out of the water. A new look filled Dave's face now; a hungry, predatory glare...

'Let's do this,' he thought to himself, floating gently in the middle of the shallow end. 'Fuck yeah, let's do this.'

Audrey wore a dark blue bikini that starkly contrasted her fiery red hair and complemented her lagoon blue eyes like a vision out of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition. She walked nonchalantly over to the side of the pool, her breasts barely moving, until she was standing in front of Ella. Looking down, she took note of Ella's pert little nose, was surprised that it was perfect even from this angle. It seemed unfair that Ella could look so good without even trying.

Ella heard the footsteps, opened her eyes and saw the petite feet directly before her eyes. She craned her head up, searching for the owner.

Audrey.

Ella wanted to speak, to ask for help, for release from whatever forces had conspired to put her in this place, this day, this moment, with these people. She searched Audrey's body language for any sign of understanding—and found none.

"Hi," Ella whispered inaudibly.

"What's that?" Audrey asked.

"Hi..." Ella repeated weakly, just loud enough to be heard.

Jenny shifted slightly; though she still lay stretched on her back, she was able to train her sights on the exchange taking place fifteen feet away.

"Hi," Audrey replied. "Having a good time, are we?" she asked, nudging the ripped bikini top with her foot. Ella said nothing. "Sure we are," Audrey said, answering her own question. 

Bending her legs she leapt into the pool, directly over Ella's head, and landed behind her. The splash dislodged Ella's position at the side of the pool. Sensing trouble, Ella turned towards the steps, brought her right arm over, cut into the water with it. She was going to make a break for it—

Audrey surfaced, shook her head slightly to clear the water from her eyes. Ella didn't know Audrey was on the swim team...

Audrey closed the distance quickly, wrapped her arms around Ella's waist and dug her heels in, leaning back. She lifted Ella's feet from the pool bottom, removing all traction, performed a throw and sent Ella flying. Ella landed on her back and sank below the water's surface near the middle of the shallow end. Her big tits were floating crazily, dark nipples riveting Dave's attention. Audrey advanced again, from behind, reached around and put Ella in a reverse bear hug. Audrey was strong; she locked her arms together, squeezed, exerting considerable force. Powerless to resist, Ella nevertheless tried, squirming desperately. Audrey's arms locked around her; Ella's breasts were separated, one pinned above and one below the powerful grasp. Widening her stance, Audrey again threw Ella over, this time not letting go but instead taking the ride with her, both falling down into the water.

More grappling, splashing, and both cheerleaders stood, Ella still rigidly held in place. Audrey darted her eyes to Dave, put on a small smile and nodded slightly. Tensing her arms, she lunged again, this time letting Ella go as she bowled her over one last time. 

DAVE -- Rescuer, Conqueror

Ella's ponytail had finally come loose; her hair was a halo, floating around her head and face beneath the water's churning surface. Ella planted her legs, jerked her torso up and out of the water. She felt her heavy breasts drag their way through the water, springing up as if released as she broke the surface; then they slapped back down audibly as she crashed back into the water. 




Cheerleader Crushed



Ella brought her hands to her face, pulled the soft brown hair back, causing her breasts to lift and swell. With the water dripping down over her various curves and her hair seized between her fingers, Ella was the vision of Venus herself: a stunning beauty astride the slopes of Mount Vesuvius, inspiring legions of soldiers to march inexorably to their funeral pyres...

Dave was standing before her, offering the float, his hungry eyes captivated by the water pouring down her body.

Without pause Ella reached for it, pulling it towards her. She bunched it up under her arms and wedged it there, lowered her weight so that she floated on it. Her arms and shoulders rested over the short side, which was rolled into a cylinder. Her breasts were on the other side, pushed up into her chest by their natural tendency to float to the water's surface. She took a deep breath, held it, exhaled and took another. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm the racing of her heart, to still the frustration that knotted the pit of her stomach. Noting that Audrey was now out of the pool, Ella took another of the deep, cleansing breaths and began her mental effort to compartmentalize what had transpired so far. It was all she could do.

The sight of Ella standing there, shaking her head, massive tits swaying back and forth, had again returned Dave to the time when he was 14, his first experience with a girl. He was hard, his cock raging and furious.

He leaned back, began to float around lazily. It was more difficult than he remembered; his legs kept falling under, dragging the rest of his body with them. Standing, he made little corrections, creating a path that brought him around and behind Ella. Finally, standing directly behind her, he stood and stepped forward, his hands underwater, reaching for Ella's ass. He found it, ran his fingers up and over her supple cheeks. 

Ella jumped, momentarily startled, but didn't move from her perch over the float. She looked up, saw that Audrey was crouched by Jenny's lounge chair. They were both watching, making no pretense of any other action. It looked like they were whispering back and forth, but she couldn't be sure.

Dave hooked his fingers into the bottoms and pulled them down, simply and efficiently. Ella's head turned, her normally bright green eyes troubled. She looked at Dave questioningly. In her mind, things had gone quite far enough.

"Dave, I don't think—"

"Nobody gives a fuck what you think," Jenny barked from her chair. She sat upright and still, arms folded over her chest, attention squarely on Ella's plight.

Dave looked up, for the first time aware that Jenny and Audrey both looked on. They were witnesses to this moment, perhaps the most incredible thing he had ever experienced. Nervous but undeterred by his newfound spectators, Dave finished pulling off the bikini bottoms, letting them hover in the water where they slipped around Ella's feet. Seizing her ankles Dave pulled up, sliding his hands over the defined calves and up to her knees. He placed his thumbs behind the knees and wrapped his fingers around, parting her legs to allow entry of his lower body between and up, closing the distance.

'Damn,' he thought, taking in the feel of Ella's outer thighs, her waist, her flanks. He was speechless and thoughtless, nothing but so much testosterone with a single-minded purpose. Concentration made itself plain across his face, an awareness of what he wanted, a willingness to take it—an inability to compromise, not after things had gone this far.

ELLA -- Conquered

Ella squirmed when his hands found her flanks, began to slip up and under, searching for her immense breasts. They moved up still, stopped when he had two fingers sandwiched around each of the rock-hard nipples.

She sensed the pending downfall then, smelled defeat distinctly.

Her nipples being squeezed and worked over, Ella felt the now familiar embarrassment, the shame roaring back with a vengeance. A surge of heat made its way up her chest and into her neck, her shoulders.

"Is this all there is?" she wondered, not realizing she whispered the words aloud. She shook her head in frustration. "Is this it?"

"Yeah, I think so," Dave answered heavily. "This is it."

He reached a hand down, untied the string on his trunks and shook them off, felt them drift slowly down his legs. 

He positioned both hands on Ella's knees, pulling them apart; advanced between the separated thighs, his veiny cock homing in.

Taking it in one hand, Dave maneuvered his rigid penis deftly between Ella's lips, up slightly, felt a little give, grunted as he flexed his lower torso. The brown mushroom head was home. Placing both hands on her waist he pulled her body back in time to his thrusts, gradually sheathing his meaty length in the warm tight honey-hole.

He was home—Ella's snatch was totally infiltrated, stuffed full—

Again.

Dave laughed, threw his head back, and guffawed. Jenny joined him, then Audrey, they were all laughing.

"Time for some fuckin'," he said, his face flush with victory. Clenching the raft firmly, he began to move, see-sawing his cock in and out at a moderate pace

"Fuck that cunt," Jenny hissed, voice barely audible to Ella's ears.

Dave wasn't the first to say it—and, perhaps, it wouldn't be true much longer—but, startled by the vise-like feel of Ella's resistant snatch, he announced:

"This is some tight fuckin' pussy."

He began to work.

Long minutes after it began, Ella wondered if it would ever end. Five, ten, fifteen minutes, it kept going, the same thing over and over. She was suspended on the raft, his hands irresistibly holding her in place, his cock plowing into her, over and over. He was like a machine, same stroke, same depth, over and over and over...

There was a... feeling, a strange sort of ebb and flow that began to fill Ella's nether regions; an emptiness that fluctuated with Dave's efforts, oscillating between defeat and acceptance. The intercourse with Dave wasn't entirely unpleasant—his length was not as prodigious as Roscoe's, she accommodated it more easily—and a sort of buzz began to build, slowly at first but gradually increasing in volume. Ella licked her lips, unsure how to respond to this new sensation. Her nipples tingled, like they wanted to be touched. She found herself focused on the moment, eyes tightly shut; felt a rush very much like what had felt earlier, when the pools' jet had blasted against—

"No fucking way."

Startled, Ella jerked, lifted her head to see Audrey and Jenny crouching side by side on the pools' edge.

"She's getting into it," Jenny commented, a look of surprise forming on her face. "The little whore was about to cum, can you believe that shit?" Audrey shook her head, grinning evilly.

The coupling had drifted towards the steps, where the chrome bar loomed in Ella's vision. Without thinking she took it, ripped her body forward and out of Dave's clutches, the tanning raft falling away behind her as she jumped up the stairs.

'I'm naked,' she realized, looking down at her heaving breasts. 'Oh my God, I'm naked.'

Ella bolted, but she never had a chance. Audrey and Jenny were on her instantly, each taking an arm, slowing her down, coordinating their efforts to walk her towards an open spot in the grass where one of the lounge chairs sat, adjusted to a position level with the ground.

"Figured you might run," Jenny said, a smirk on her face. She shook her head. "We can't have that."

"Oh, no," Audrey added, "we can't deny Dave his fun, can we? Wassa matter, you seemed to be so into it a few minutes ago!"

Ella felt the tears well, threatening to flood down her cheeks. She would either cry her eyes out, or...

Jenny and Audrey exerted downward pressure, forcing Ella to her knees, bent her forward across the lounge chair.

Dave was walking up the steps then, wiping the water from his eyes. He shook his head, pushed his hair back—now it was his turn, his athletic stature startling in the bright afternoon sun, his cock glistening where it stood straight up, rocking back and forth, a fierce weapon—and he was Mars, the god of War, out to seek and destroy any enemy opposition. 

He would grant no quarter from the relentless advance.

'Slut's gonna get it,' he reasoned, closing the distance. 'Gonna tear that shit up.'

Seeing Ella like that: her knees on the trimmed grass, feet splayed apart; great big titties hanging down, shaking back and forth against the chaise lounge; hair lazily draped around her face, obscuring it from his view; all of it capped by the sight of Jenny on one side and Audrey on the other, holding Ella's arms in position on the back bar of the lounge, forcing her down into a prone position, Dave was determined to finish the job he had started half an hour before.

He methodically advanced, taking his time.

"Holy shit," Stone said, truly startled. Before this all started, he had a vague idea about what would probably happen and where it could end up. It might have been as simple as some casual making out and heavy petting (if the stories about Dave being one of the 'nice guys' was true), maybe something a little more adventurous like a quick blowjob in the bathroom, or it could have ended up being a little rough sex (riskier by far than any of the other options—but still nothing too extreme). None of the possibilities he had imagined included ANYTHING like the spectacle playing out below. 

When Jenny went outside (with Audrey in tow), he went upstairs so he could look out and see what the crazy bitch was up to. He and Jenny were friends a long time—they attended the same high school for four years, two years together in JC, six years all told—and though she got a little wild now and then, she had never shown any signs that she could get this riled up. 'Bitch must've done her wrong somehow,' Stone thought, 'she must've said or done something, who knows, but it had to be serious. Damn.'

He watched a minute more, soaking it all in, processing it.

'Good think Stu and Ricky are missing this, they'd just do something stupid and take it too far,' he thought, and then wondered what constituted taking it too far. If this wasn't too far...

He turned, saw that Anna was napping quietly on the king-sized bed in the lavish guest bedroom. 'She can sleep,' he thought, pulling out his cellphone. He rolled the desk chair away from the intricately carved oak writing table towards the window, where he had a bird's eye view. 'I've got some watching to do.'

Stone opened the window and leaned out slightly, aiming his phone carefully. 'I wonder how much video this thing can hold...'

'I won't cry,' Ella thought, outraged opposition building within, 'I won't.' Steeling herself, she forced slow, deep breathing, opened her eyes, saw nothing but freshly mown green grass staring back. She willed herself to experience everything in the fullest detail she could muster: her elongated nipples brushing back and forth against the lounge chair with the rocking of her heavy breasts, blades of grass biting into her knees, the feel of Jenny and Audrey holding her arms down, the unyielding sun beating down on her back, her legs, and her arms.

Dave was behind her; squatting, he went to his knees. He sidled up, placing his knees between Ella's. Applying pressure from his powerful thighs, he forced Ella's knees apart, creating a long crease between her upper thighs: an opening. He placed one hand on her ass, slapped it firmly. His other hand sank down between the rounded cheeks, a fingertip running slowly along its depth, over the puckered anus, to the cleft of her labia.

His mouth hung half open, eyes red. Mars took his weapon in hand, prepared to use it.

"Uunngghhh."

"Yeah," Dave hissed. "FUCK YEAH," he breathed, his face twisted in concentration.

"Uunngghh. Uunngghh. Uunngghh. Uunngghh." Ella grunted in rhythm, the sound escaping her each time his raging cock fully penetrated her resistant fuckhole. "Uunngghh. Uunngghh. UUNNGGHH. UUNNGGHH," his intensity increased. "UUNNGGHH. UUNNGGHH. UUNNGGHH. UUNNGGHH. UUNNGGHH."

It was uncomfortable, brutal, the way he ruthlessly fucked his tool in and out.

Ella's eyes watered. She wanted very much not to cry, not to show this terrible weakness to Jenny and Audrey. Especially Jenny.

"Why—," Ella whispered, shaking her head, "UUNNGGHH." Interrupted, she continued: "Why—UUNNGGHH—are—UUNNGGHH—you—UUNNGGAAHHHH—doing—UNGH—this—UUNNGGHH—to—AHHHH—me..."

Her body shook with each blow, pendulous breasts bounding forward and back, forward and back, head jolting in time. Her arms and knees were sore.

Jenny bent forward, her face inches from Ella's.

"You don't know?" she asked softly, so only Ella could hear. Ella lifted her head, tried to focus on Jenny as the cruel pounding continued.

"No," she whispered.

"Don't you remember? The first time you went in the closet, you came out and lifted your arms, flashing those fat ass titties for EVERYBODY to see. We all saw your ridiculous nipples—even John Boy. Oh, he tried to look away, he hoped I wouldn't notice, but I fucking DID. So, you wanna to be a whore, huh? Fuckin' with my man, huh? Fine bitch! FINE! I made sure they treated you like one!" Jenny's voice increased in volume as she spoke, nostrils flared, breathing heavily. "Oh, I was gonna let Stoney and the fellas have a little fun with you," she continued, eyes blazing pure hatred, "but after that little stunt it was no fuckin' holds barred. You got initiated, bitch!"

'No,' Ella thought, 'it wasn't like that. I—' Her eyes watered again; tears fell, splashing against the chair. Her head slumped down, shoulders shook as a sob wracked through her, followed by another; all while the ruthless pounding continued, unabated. "I wasn't..." she whispered between sobs, trying to respond.

"That's right, take it bitch," Jenny continued, right in Ella's face. "It's just more of the same, nothing a slut like you can't handle, right? You bought this shit, you little cunt, so fuckin' OWN IT!" She practically screamed the last, spittle flying in Ella's face.

Dave, all but oblivious to the exchange, tightened his grip on Ella's waist, pulled back powerfully in time with his urgent pelvic thrusts. He was rutting now; the wracking of Ella's body, as she broke down in tears, finally triggered his release.

"FffuuuuccCCKKKKK YYYYEEEAAAHHHHH!" he bellowed, unleashing a torrent of hot semen deep inside Ella's battered pussy. He continued pumping, gradually relenting until his motions were exaggeratedly slow; the feel, every inch of Ella's cunt fiercely clutching his veiny cock, was intoxicating. Finally he stopped moving, completely spent.

Dave pulled out and away quickly, heading back to the pool where he grabbed his trunks. He pulled them on, picked up a towel, and headed back into the house.

Exhausted, Ella couldn't hold her weight up anymore, and collapsed onto the lounge chair. Still naked she laid on her stomach, hunched over, her face twisted in harsh denial. She felt his discharge oozing out; the clumpy cum ran down her thighs, it was everywhere.

Ella shook her head—she couldn't cope with all that had happened, especially this last. She had no mechanism to understand the level of cruelty that had been perpetrated on her, no reference point for this kind of wicked calculation. Breathing unevenly, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth, Ella was experiencing a deep layer of profound shock. 

She was totally Fucked, in every way imaginable.

"Now, we're finished," Jenny said as she stood, releasing Ella's arm. Audrey quickly followed suit. "Frankly, I don't give two shits what you do from here." Jenny looked up at the guest room window and saw Stone, leaning out, staring back down. Evidently he had seen it all. Maybe more—it looked like he was holding his cellphone. Had he recorded it? The corners of her lips rose slightly. She turned back on Ella. "If I were you, I wouldn't stay here—it might be hazardous to your health. Fuckin' BITCH," she concluded bitterly, viciously kicking the chaise lounge as she walked back towards the house.

Looking back over her shoulder one last time, Jenny wore the strangest smile Ella had ever seen...

*

REMEMBER: It's only fantasy.



Cheerleader's Revenge



March 7th — Afternoon, Dr. Samuels' Office

It was a typical psychiatrist office, conservatively decorated with comfortable chairs for the patient and doctor. Subdued lighting, ornate desk, hardbound texts in a tidy bookcase, and low sound of air pushing through the vent from above all combined to create a serene setting intended to put patient and psychiatrist at ease.

Ella Sanders sat in one of the chairs, hands resting in her lap. She kept idly running her right thumb back and forth over the back of her left hand, having just finished telling her story.

Peering intently at the young woman, Dr. Samuels asked, "How did that make you feel?" She waited patiently for the answer, absorbing Ella's body language, the way her shoulders hunched slightly, and the way she constantly looked down. 

Ella's face wore a distant, troubled look; her mind was stuck in that moment of being bent over a chaise lounge, arms held down, the battering ram behind her relentlessly driving its length home, over and over. This story had been her secret, untold to anyone until now. Finally seeking professional help in a desperate attempt to overcome the dark feelings of dread and worthlessness that were a part of her day to day existence, she found herself here, sitting in this chair, sharing these damaging details of her personal life. It had taken her weeks to build up the courage to tell Dr. Samuels the full story. She still couldn't believe—

"Ella?" Dr. Samuels gently prodded.

Ella's eyes focused and her attention returned to the office and Dr. Samuels. Dr. Samuels was an older woman, in her late 50s, with a soft manner and understanding nature. Ella had interviewed almost a dozen psychiatrists before deciding on this one, determined to find a doctor she felt absolutely comfortable with. Dr. Samuels fit the bill perfectly.

Brushing a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear, Ella spoke again. "Well, devastated. I… she never liked me, only pretended to. I felt betrayed, strung along, you know?" she continued, with a pleading look. "What am I supposed to feel?"

Dr. Samuels leaned forward in her chair. "All of those feelings are natural, Ella. What they did to you—the way they planned it all out, it's unspeakable." She paused a moment before continuing. "And yet, you got out of the situation, isn't that right?"

"Yeah, I did," Ella said with a certain pride. "I grabbed a towel and ran, kept running until my feet bled—and then ran some more." She remembered it vividly, the towel wrapped around her waving in the wind as she dashed down the streets, bare feet pounding the pavement over and over. She was panting, breathing with her mouth open, running as fast as her taut legs could carry her. Finally she made it to a convenience store and phone…

"And you obviously moved on," Dr. Samuels continued, "because you left Key Biscayne JC and went on to the University of Washington, where you graduated with a degree in marine biology. It's perfectly understandable that you would seek to get as much distance as possible between yourself and that horrible situation. How did you feel about going to Washington?"

"Everybody was so nice," Ella said, a small smile playing over her lips. "And I made some new friends there. Some real friends." Her smile brightened.

"Yes, success! So, you got your degree, you have genuine friends. And you're doing what you love," Dr. Samuels finished, referring to Ella's employment at SeaWorld Orlando. 

Ella nodded.

Dr. Samuels fixed her gaze firmly on Ella. "You have to like yourself Ella—and forgive yourself, too. They raped you. They took something from you that you have to take back. You did nothing wrong."

Ella felt it then, the way she sometimes did when the reality of what had happened hit her unexpectedly hard: the powerful urge to go wash her hands. It all felt so dirty, even now, nearly three years after the fact.

"You did nothing wrong," Dr. Samuels repeated. "Please try to remember that."

Dr. Samuels tried to lighten the mood. "Now, strictly as a friend, how do you feel about SeaWorld? It must be very exciting, working with the mammals! I was always so intrigued by the Orcas!

"Oh yes, it's just amazing!" Ella said brightly, warming to this new line of conversation. "I always thought I'd like to be a dolphin, if I could be any animal..."

March 7th — Evening, Ella's Apartment

After her visit with Dr. Samuels, Ella picked up some Subway and stopped by Barnacle's Book Shack, a used bookstore two blocks from her condo. She perused the latest best sellers, found nothing she couldn't live without, and finally decided to head home.

Of course, after she got home the first thing she did was check her email. Scanning the typical spam ("Viagra, cheap!" "Increase your size!" "International Monetary Transfer!"), one subject line caught her eye:

ATTN: All Key Biscayne Junior College Students, 2004 – 2006

Curious, Ella clicked it, began reading.

Key Biscayne Junior College is very pleased to announce the Engagement of John Boy Wiggins and Jenny Thompson. They will be joined in Holy Matrimony on April 12, 2008. 

All Key Biscayne Junior College students from 2004 through 2006 are hereby invited to John Boy and Jenny's 'All-American pre-Wedding Bash,' to take place April 5, 2008. This will be the Biggest Island Event Ever! Jack Thompson, father of the bride, is very proud to host this event at his home. 

All festivities will begin at 6:00 PM. Click the link below for map and directions…

"No," Ella whispered. "No, no, no… this can't… can't be…" she croaked, shaking her head.

They couldn't do this, couldn't just come barging back into her life, not now, not after she had finally summoned the courage to talk about what had happened. Not after she had finally broken down and shared all the sordid details with her psychiatrist.

It seemed almost as if she were being victimized again.

She wasn't ready to think about John Boy and Jenny… Jenny… especially Jenny, if just didn't seem fair…

Ella jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, reached into the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Ambien.

She needed to sleep this off. She would have plenty of time to think about it tomorrow.

March 7th — Night

It was dark in the closet, not quite pitch-black. Her eyes gradually became accustomed to the lower light, enough to vaguely identify rough shapes. The somewhat muted sound of music flowed beneath the door, masking the efforts of Stone Moore adjusting himself behind her. Stone moved in closer, folding his long legs around her lower body. After he was finished, she felt his large hands close around her waist, squeezing softly.

She felt him leaning into her back, rubbing his fingers up and down her outer arms. There was a certain detachment; in her mind, she knew it was happening, but could almost believe it was someone else. 

Almost. 

Frustrated with her inability to see what he was doing, Ella closed her eyes and sighed. She had expected him to be rough, take what he wanted; she was surprised at the softness of his touch, at the way he smoothly positioned his body so that it cradled her own. He pressed up close to her, chest to back, and kissed her shoulders, her neck, and her ear. His fingertips playfully brushed the sides of her breasts, curled around them and then up, stroking the swell of her rounded bosom above the skimpy white tank top. 

Suddenly she was no mere observer; he had broken through and caused her body to respond. 'This feels so good,' she thought, flushed, as she felt the heat rise within. 'This is really nice…'

She felt the pressure beginning to build up in her head, at the tips of her nipples, and deep within her pulsating maidenhead. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. She felt his hand pause directly over her heart and heard him chuckle softly.

"Your heart's going a hundred miles an hour," his deep voice whispered. She felt his breath hot on her neck and was thankful the light wasn't on; she was blushing furiously and didn't want him to see.

He casually reached one hand down, cupping a breast, and then did the same with the other. He was caressing, squeezing softly, tracing the outline of her hard nipples but never actually touching them, playing his fingers around the pronounced areolas.

Ella moaned softly, eyes still closed, a vaguely distant smile forming on her lips. She was buzzing, could see the Cliff's Edge approaching. She was like a boulder, rolling downhill, picking up steam. Everything he did made the boulder roll faster…

He brought his thumb and index fingers to her nipples and pinched them, tugging and rolling the nipples around. Ella felt them harden, drew in a sharp breath. He reached down and pulled the tank top up, freeing her breasts. She felt them drop slightly before he cupped them anew. His hands were warm, confident as they clutched her full breasts; the feel them against her soft flesh was electrifying.

He paused a moment, holding her breasts in his hands, and Ella wondered what was coming next. 'Maybe he'll kiss me on the lips,' she thought, barely able to concentrate. 'Or maybe he'll touch me… down there.' That thought sent her into new depths of shame. Her upper chest felt so hot right now; surely he could feel it too!

"Hmmm, you're really warm tonight," he said, apparently reading her mind. "Should I play with these some more?" he asked, bouncing her breasts in his hands. Ella nodded, unable to resist his invitation. Stone chuckled. "Yeah, I like playing with big tits," he whispered thickly, "been looking forward to this for a while."

She felt his fingertips play over her areolas, brushing against the elongated nipples. He lowered his head, kissing her shoulder and then running a string of kisses along her neck. The Edge of the Cliff was so close she could almost see over it…  Gripped in anticipation, Ella felt as though she might pass out at any moment... 

*

Eyes adjusted, she could see a little more now. She lay on her back, prone; Stone lay beside her, touching, exploring. Her breathing increased, became labored as she felt her chest tighten. The feel of Stone's hands, softly massaging what the others had been so keen to take, the smooth caress of his lips kissing her shoulders and neck, lulled her into a deep state of arousal. She allowed herself to relax, felt his strength and warmth press against her, solid as a rock. It was almost as if she were in a dream.

He closed his mouth over her rigid nipple, sucked and twirled his tongue against it.

Fire. Ella gasped, unable to breath. She was so close. "Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, please—"

Discomfort. The Cliff Edge raced away from her, far, far away, as if it had never existed. The buzzing was drowned out, replaced by a piercing pain emanating from her nipple.

"Is this what you want? Hmmm?" he asked as he pinched her other nipple.

She gasped again, gulped. "No! Please, no!"

Stone cruelly twisted and pinched one nipple while still sucking on the other, pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure.

"I think so. I'm giving you something to remember," he added with a chuckle, "something you'll never forget."

He climbed up between her legs. Ella suddenly realized she was naked from the waist down; she felt his cock rub against her thigh as it traveled up, searching. He was pushing her down, holding her in place. 

He was so heavy.

"Here it comes," he whispered, and Ella felt immediate pressure against her vagina. 

"Get ready," a new voice said: Jenny. "Get ready, bitch."

"What…" Ella mumbled, confused. 'Where is she—'

Stone forced himself down, his cock darting deep inside.

"Fuck this is tight," he said, thrusting powerfully. "Fuck yeah."

Ella gulped, raised her arms and tried to push him away. She rolled her eyes towards the door.

There she was. Jenny sat just inside the doorway, watching curiously in the half-light.

"Fuck her," Jenny said, clapping her hands together quickly. "Fuck the little bitch."

In response, Stone shoved again, forcing his cock all the way in. He exhaled forcefully. "It's so fuckin' hot in there," he said as he pulled out and readied to thrust again.

"Slut knows what she's good for," Jenny commented, leaning forward.

"I'm… I'm not… not a slut…" Ella said, stuttering as Stone brutally punched his cock in again.

Jenny laughed.

Stone began pumping in earnest, withdrawing most of his length and slamming it back in.

"…not… not a… slut…" Ella repeated between thrusts.

"Trying to convince yourself?" Jenny asked, voice dripping with acid.

Ella felt an icy wave of humiliation wash over her body. 

"Fuck that slut," Jenny hissed, on her hands and knees and easing closer. "Fuck her!"

Ella felt a strange fullness welling in her brain, a sense of tremendous expectation.

Stone, sweat dripping from his brow, doubled his efforts. He penetrated her in rapid-fire, forcefully ripping his cock up inside her too-tight snatch. 

Jenny leaned over, gazing down directly into Ella's eyes. Stone labored above, his orgasm threatening any second. Jenny put her hands on each side of Ella's head, held them there as she stared down.

"Say it with me," she said quickly. "Say it: I'm a slut."

Ella tried to shake her head, tried to ignore the frenzied fucking Stone was delivering, tried to deny the building pressure of what she knew (even though she had never had one) was her own cataclysmic orgasm.

"Say it," Jenny said urgently: "I'm a slut."

"I'm…" Ella said. "I'm…"

Tears rolled down her face.

Jenny continued staring down.

"Come on," she whispered.

"I'm… a slut…"

As Ella said it, she felt the gush of hot cum erupt inside her, heard and felt Stone grunt as he cinched his cock all the way inside.

Jenny smiled, a strange, little smile.

*

Her eyes popped open. Ella found herself breathing heavily, sweating so that the bed sheets were plastered to her body. 

She reached for her journal, ready to document this dream as she had so many others. Not that it ever did any good; she kept having them, over and over, so many dreams. 

All of the dreams were different, and none of them ever quite matched the reality of what had happened. She knew that, even as she was having the dream—and that actually made it worse. For instance, had she been so turned on in the closet? Had she responded that way?

Had she asked for it?

Did she deserve it?

She was crying now. Tears, the dreams always ended in tears. She would have a nightmare, she would write it down, and then she would cry about it—and nothing would ever change.

"Not this time," she whispered. "Not this fucking time." She wiped the tears away, knew immediately what she had to do, what she should have done from the very beginning. 

What she should have had the courage to do all along.

She called her big brother. 

And told him everything.

*

Robert Lynn Sanders was something of a minor celebrity in tiny Malone, Florida. While in high school, Robert made all state in wrestling, baseball, football, and track and field, something that had never been done before. How a kid from nowhere could place in the decathlon at the US Nationals was the biggest shock of all—as a senior in high school, he finished third in the nation, with minimal seasoning. Sports Illustrated did a two-page story on the small-town country boy.

Big things were expected.

6'0 tall, 180 pounds, fair-skinned with brown hair and eyes, he was respected and well-liked, one of the genuine good guys. He had taken his talents to Florida State, where he focused on track and field and studied aeronautical engineering. 

And all along the way, his little sister followed him; she was shy, quiet, but steadfastly his biggest fan. He remembered Pee Wee football, scoring touchdowns and seeing little Ella screaming in the stands. She was there when he wrestled, when he played baseball. No matter what he did, she was there, cheering him on.

She had always been there.

So that morning, when the phone rang and he saw who was calling, he immediately picked it up.

It didn't take long for him to realize something was wrong. Ella was distraught; she obviously wanted to tell him something, but just as obviously was having a difficult time talking about it.

"Ella, what's wrong?"

"Bobby, I can't… I should have called you first…"

Robert gripped the receiver tightly between his fingers. Ella had called; she was upset—very upset—and Robert didn't like it when Ella was upset. She was his little sister; he was the big brother, three years ahead. It was his job to take care of her.

Finally, he got her talking…

*

After Ella finished the story, sparing few details, Robert found himself shaking in fury as he held the phone to his ear.

It was a time to kill, if ever there was one. But Ella didn't want that, she didn't want him to get in trouble for taking care of her, for trying to fix what had happened. She just wanted to talk about it, to try and find a way to deal with it, get over it.

'Fuck dealing,' Robert thought, 'we have to get some satisfaction.'

'We' because he was in it now; 'we' because he couldn't allow this to pass; 'we' because it was his job to take care of Ella—'we' because now it was personal, and there was a price to pay.

And it was his job to extract payment.

"Ella, it's very simple. We're gonna get some Satisfaction." His voice was strong, sure, a chilling voice that would have scared any reasonable man. Or woman.

"Ok," she replied, sniffling

"This is what we are going to do," he said, a plan coming quickly together. He knew it would work. "I'm flying in tomorrow and driving down—"

"You don't have that much time, Bobby!"

"—and I'm gonna talk to some people. I have plenty of time, six weeks to blow however I want. They want a party to remember, huh? We'll give them one. We'll give 'em a fuckin' party."

Ella heard the sound of typing through her phone. Robert was making Internet flight reservations.

"I've got a ticket for 2:00 o'clock this afternoon. I'll be getting in to the airport at 4:12…"

April 4th – Afternoon, Dr. Samuel's Office

Ella sat in her usual chair in the usual way, hands in lap, but something was different today, had been for weeks now: the way she looked up more, the way she smiled, the way she just seemed… happier, more comfortable in her own skin.

Dr. Samuels couldn't help but notice, and had to comment.

"You seem chipper today. And I like the new haircut, the short look is really nice on you."

Ella nodded. "Thanks. Actually, I've been feeling a little better lately."

"Good! If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was the last month or so. Do you think talking about what happened made it any easier—"

Ella laughed—actually laughed!—at the suggestion.

"No, Dr. Samuels, I don't think that was it. Well, not exactly."

Dr. Samuels said nothing, just sat watching. Waiting. Most patients, if you waited long enough, started talking on their own, they almost did the work for you. Ella was no different. 




Cheerleader's Revenge



"The day I told you what happened, when I got home, I had an email. It seems two of the folks involved in what happened to me are getting married. At first, I was shocked," Ella said evenly, her voice becoming more confident as she spoke, "but, after a night's sleep, I woke up and started thinking about it, and came to a realization. Since then I've been doing a little better." 

"Good, very good. Moving on is a good thing."

Ella peered at Dr. Samuels and smiled. "Yes, I suppose that's it. Maybe I haven't moved on yet—but I will be, soon. I think I can get a certain, ah, Satisfaction, out of all this." She liked the sound of that word, had ever since her brother had used it a month ago. She still remembered it, the realization after she hung up the phone that, for the first time in a long time (longer than she could remember) she was actually looking forward to something.

"Yes, well satisfaction can be a very powerful feeling."

Ella nodded agreement.

"And yet you tell me you are still having the dreams."

This wiped the smile from Ella's face. Yes, the dreams—nightmares—continued, albeit less frequently. She was down to one a week, although they seemed to be getting progressively worse. Last night, for example, she had the worst one yet…

*

The smell of mown grass clung to the air. The sun shone down through a cloudless sky, showcasing the immaculately manicured lawn, the brilliant rose bushes, and the cast figurines. 

Jenny's backyard was a veritable garden of delight.

Ella, clad in a skimpy pink bikini, strolled towards the pool, noting with approval how quiet everything was. The only sound she heard was the pool pump, gently humming merrily along. Even the birds seemed to have vanished.

She might have been the last person on Earth.

She took a seat on the pool steps and reached over to actuate the Jacuzzi jets. Powered, they began churning and foaming away. 

'Ah,' she thought, 'this is the life.' She reached out and positioned the jet, aiming it squarely between her thighs. There were so many bubbles and the pulses of water were so warm, she figured she might as well enjoy them.

Ella leaned back, stretching out her arms on the top step and laying her head back on the pool's edge. A tingling sensation began in her groin, small yet urgent. She licked her lips—

—and was interrupted by powerful hands, grabbing her arms and lifting her effortlessly out of the pool. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw Stu and Ricky holding her arms, with Dave, Roscoe, and Stone standing right behind.

Stone: "Busy?" 

"Don't, please—"

"Save the sob story."

"—you don't understand—"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"—I was just—"

"Roscoe, shut this bitch up!"

"—trying to get—"

A huge hand closed over her mouth, silencing any further attempts to talk.

"Now, bring her over here and put her on the grass."

Stu and Ricky let go so that Roscoe could carry her over. He held her like a sack of potatoes, pulling her to him with one hand around her waist while clamping his other over her mouth. 

"It's my turn now," Stu said, staring daggers. "Gon' fuck this bitch up."

"Eennh. Wrong answer," interrupted Ricky.

They turned on each other, both ready to fight for the prize.

"Now, now, you'll both get your turns," Stone interjected. "We'll flip for it. But first, let's get her down on the grass and spread out…"

*

Two minutes later, Ricky had won the toss. He stood naked over Ella, long cock at attention, looking down. She was spread-eagled, with Stone and Roscoe on her legs and Stu and Dave on her arms, still wearing the little pink bikini. She resisted, thrashing and twisting and turning, all for nothing.

She wasn't going anywhere.

She wanted to scream, to shout at the top of her lungs, but knew it wouldn't do any good. This was their game; she was just a plaything, along for the ride.

She stopped squirming.

"Good, bitch knows her place," Ricky said as he lowered himself to the ground. He climbed atop her, pulling the bikini cups down to expose her substantial breasts, the wide dark areolas capped by protruding nipples.

"Fuckin' cow tits," he commented. The others laughed.

"Fuck her up," Stu said, obviously itching to get a piece for himself.

"Getting there," Ricky said, staring at her trembling breasts. Holding his weight on one arm, he reached down with the other and pulled the string on her bikini bottoms; untied, he quickly snatched away the thin material.

He returned his attention to her chest, lowered his head and began sucking, flicking a nipple with his tongue. They hardened in response; Ella groaned, mortified, and bit her lip in frustration.

"Yeah, get mad bitch. Get mad!" Ricky said, noting with satisfaction the way she grimaced. "We ain't fuckin' around this time."

Impatient, he slid up between her thighs while angling his lower body, thrusting quickly. A second, deeper thrust and he was almost there, his cock jammed halfway inside. He rocked a little, plunging and withdrawing, working his tool to full penetration.

Ella flung her head from side to side, looking for a weak link between Roscoe or Dave, Stu or Stone. Of course, there was none. She found herself staring at Stu…

"She's giving me the evil eye," Stu said with a laugh. 

Ella turned her head away.

"Ungh. UNGH!" Ricky grunted, ripping up inside. 

It happened so fast. Ricky dropped down, lay on top of her and wrapped his hands around her immense breasts, squeezed them tightly while gripping the nipples between his fingers. "Yes," he said, pounding his cock relentlessly.

Ricky arched his back, planted himself all the way inside and stopped. His cock throbbed, issuing its intense load in rhythmic pulses.

Ella, powerless to do anything but take it, just lay on her back, staring up at the muscular body straining above. She felt his cock inside her, felt the discharge; she knew it would be seeping out when he withdrew.

She had been through this before.

"Shit," he whispered, "I came so fuckin' hard."

Ricky had taken less than two minutes.

*

"Throw her in the pool, I don't want his sloppy seconds!" Stu said, hauling Ella up as he stood. The others quickly followed suit, standing and dragging Ella up and over to the pool. They unceremoniously threw her in the water, watched her fumble around and come back up. They watched, amused, as she rearranged her bikini top and pulled the hair back out of her face.

Stu jumped in the water and carved a path towards her. She took a step back.

"Stop! You ain't goin' nowhere. Now, we can do this my way, or we can do this MY WAY. Play ball and it's all gonna be fine; don't, and it's probably gonna get ugly."

They stood in the water, facing each other for a full minute, before Ella's shoulders hunched ever so slightly, before her chin dipped ever so subtly.

Stu grinned and took a step her way.

"That's it. Now, come on over and wrap those legs around me."

What could she do? She couldn't run—but she wouldn't help, either. 'He'll have to do it,' she thought, standing still. 'I won't resist and I won't run, but I won't help him rape me.'

Stu, standing in front of Ella, reached out and put his hands under her arms, lifting her effortlessly in the water. He pulled her to him, dropped an arm to part her thighs and ease them around his lower body.

Stu gazed down, taking in the impressive swell of her breasts. He grinned evilly.

"This has to go," he said, reaching over and grabbing the thin pink bikini top in his hand. He yanked forcefully, felt the top give as he pulled it away. "That's better," he commented, peering intently at the dark-tipped breasts floating buoyantly in the water. 

Dread filled her mind as he tugged away the bikini top. She felt unclean, with one man's ejaculate seeping from her body while another man prepared to put more in. 'This can't be happening,' she thought, 'please, not again.'

She felt a sudden stabbing sensation: his stiff manhood rooting around, eagerly searching. Ella remembered this cock, the one she had sucked in the closet so long ago; the cock that had so rudely flooded her mouth with salty sperm that dribbled over her lips and down her chin. Now it was twitching between her thighs, wanting something more than her mouth. She felt his hand reaching down, guiding it up.

"Bingo," he said as he found it, thrust upwards and sheathed his cock inside her hole. "Fuck this is tight." Leering, he added, "Just like Stone said. Shame I had to wait so fuckin' long."

Ella didn't know what to do. She looked around; Ricky, Roscoe, and Dave sat on the pool's edge, dangling their feet in the water, and watching the scene unfold. Ricky smirked, seemingly amused; Roscoe had a hungry look, ready for his turn; Dave watched, face impassive, but the bulge in his swim trunks was unmistakable. He wanted some, too.

She turned back to Stu, felt him slide his cock back and forth inside her, quick-fucking in short strokes.

He grinned at her, looked over her shoulder.

"Stone."

Ella felt the hands on her shoulders as Stone sidled up behind her.

"Mind?" he asked Stu, as if Ella weren't there.

"Not at all, bro."

"No, not like this," she said; she tried to be forceful, to regain some measure of control over the situation (as impossible as it seemed), but her voice was barely audible. "Please…"

"Sweet. Time to take that ass."

"No," she said more forcefully; pressure on her anus caught her immediate attention. "NO!" She screamed it this time, threw her arms up and tried to push away.

It didn't matter.

"Enough," Stone said, taking her hips in hand. His feet touched Stu's as he sought leverage, leaned down and then back up, trying to find just the right approach.

"Sorry, bro," he muttered as his cock drove against Stu's.

"No problem," Stu said, hands on Ella's shoulders as he held her still for Stone. "Get it up in there, fuck that ass."

*

She had never been this full, not even when Roscoe had his horse cock shoved all the way inside her. Unbearable pressure, like a massive shit, in her ass was counterbalanced by full infiltration of her vagina. The two of them held her there, perfectly still, alternately flexing their cocks inside her.

"Yeah, baby," Stone whispered. "How does it go? 'You ain't gonna shit right for a month?'"

Stu laughed forcefully in her face.

"Ok, I'm gonna start first, get that ass nice and lubed up, then we can start see-sawing," Stone said. Stu nodded agreement.

Ella felt the massive cock in her ass begin moving; her anus was decidedly uncomfortable, it felt like she was being split in half. She thought she could feel one cock, as it slid back and forth, rubbing against the other through the thin membrane separating the two.

"Please stop," she whispered again. 

It didn't matter.

Stu started moving then, in counterstroke to Stone. It was as if they had rehearsed it, done this a thousand times. Stone would drive his length all the way home while Stu pulled back; as Stu plowed in, Stone would lurch back, get ready to lunge back up in again. Over and over they did this, ripping Ella's colon and cunt raw.

"That's it bitch," Stone said, hammering it home. "Take it."

Stu was quiet, only grunting in time with each thrust.

Ella felt like they were jacking off with her body, masturbating themselves simultaneously into her holes. 

Stone reached around, put his hands under her breasts and pushed them up out of the water. "Always had big fuckin' titties," he commented, the heft of them filling his hands. "God damn these fuckers are huge."

"Hell yeah," Stu said, "fuckin' cow tits. Mmmooooooo!"

They both laughed, joined in by the spectators. Ella felt the shame and humiliation wash over her, the heat burning her shoulders and neck. She could barely breath, pulling in air in great gasps and sobs.

Stone ran his hands up, around and above the swell of her breasts and took hold, pulling her down. He was using them for control, pulling her body down in opposition to his thrusting pelvis.

Stu reached out, seized both nipples and mashed them forcefully between his thumb and forefingers.

'Stop,' Ella thought to herself; her nipples couldn't take this punishment. Stu was pulling them, they didn't go that far, they were attached to her breasts and couldn't reach—

"Ggaaiillllrrrrr," she grunted. 

It didn't matter.

Stu and Stone looked at each other a moment and nodded, reaching an unspoken agreement.

"Whatever it takes," Stone said. "I'm 'bout to pop right now."

Stu again just nodded.

"Stu and I always talked about this," Stone whispered urgently in her ear. "Never thought we'd get to do it." He started pumping faster, pressing, needy. "Oh yeah, let's fuckin' DO this."

"Fuck yeah," Stu hissed. He looked up, grabbed Ella by the shoulders and slammed his cock up. "FUCK!" he cried out, shuddering.

She felt it then, the surge of semen into both holes, the sense of terrible fullness aggravated by twin loads of searing jism flooding deep inside her.

She was… a receptacle, nothing more: a place for dicks to settle in for a time, a place where cocks came to unload.

A place where she just... didn't... matter...

*

Stu and Stone pulled away, going underwater and swimming out to the deep end. Ella put her hands over her eyes; her body shook as she fought back the tears. Finally, she summoned enough courage to head towards the steps.

Roscoe.

Roscoe sat, blocking her exit, one arm to the side. She looked down and saw what looked like a large purple knob suspended above the water's surface.

'Oh my fucking God,' she thought, 'that can't be…'

Roscoe grinned. "Hey Ella, remember? We had us a good time, huh?"

Ella faltered, tripped over her own foot. If she had been on land, she would have fallen face first, but here in the water she was able to collect herself.

Roscoe's face suddenly went stern. "I like you. Now, come here," he said, punctuating his words with wicked flicks of his cock.

A Mexican standoff: Roscoe sitting comfortably, obviously expecting her to come over and pay a little lip service; Ella stooped low in the water, her breasts floating up under her chin, just as obviously not ready to move an inch from her current position.

Ella felt eyes boring into her back. She turned and saw Stu and Stone in the deep end blandly staring her way. Dave was walking towards the house, flipping an empty beer can back and forth between his hands. The house: upstairs, the second floor window…

Jenny. She had the window open—the same window Stone had been watching from, back on the day Dave had taken her in this very yard—and leaned on the frame casually. She didn't say anything, just sat there watching.

Eventually, someone had to break the silence.

"Hey bitch, get your ass over there," Ella heard from way up high. It was Jenny who had finally spoken. "He ain't got all day."

Derisive laughter filled the air as they all piled on, laughing and joking at Ella's expense. She felt the thick discharge oozing from her cunt and ass.

What was another hole, plus or minus?

Broken, she slowly moved towards the steps, crying for the first time all day.

*

"That's it, go on over. Sluts like you are all the same. At least you know your place," Jenny added sarcastically, "numb, dumb, and full of cum."

Ella heard more laughter; felt more stares; knew lower depths of shame and humiliation. 

She finally got to the steps. Roscoe sat, his cock hovering angrily just above the waters surface, a purple-headed cobra ready to strike. Ella went to her knees on the steps, moving in closer. Smiling, Roscoe reached out his arm, put his hand firmly on top of her head and pulled forward while pushing down.

"Heard you suck a mean dick," he said thickly, squeezing her head between his fingers. His cock waved stubbornly in her face.

Ella glanced up quickly before shutting her eyes.

'Say it with me,' the voice whispered in her head.

She closed her lips around the bulbous head. A burst of pre-cum filled her mouth.

'Say it,' the voice urged again, 'I'm a slut.'

"I'm…" Ella mumbled around the cock. Water splashed her face. 

"What?" Roscoe asked, pushing her face down.

Ella felt the veiny, rigid cock sliding between her lips.

'I'm a slut,' the voice said, 'say it.' 

"…slut…" she managed around the cock, her mouth full of hot pulsating fuckmeat. The indignity of Roscoe's cock imbedded in her throat was inescapable. His hand moved her head up and down, pausing at the bottom but not at the top, where he immediately shoved her face down again.

Basically, Roscoe was masturbating with her face.

Sticky pre-cum spurted sporadically in her mouth; she felt his hand more insistent, moving her face inexorably up and down.

'Hurry,' the voice whispered, 'he's about to cum.'

Ella stopped at the top and rolled her eyes up, staring into Roscoe's.

"I'm… a… sl-sl-slut…" Stark shame, on a level she had never known, washed over her when she said those three words. "I'm a slut," she repeated, as she opened her mouth and willingly took in nearly all of Roscoe's thick meaty cock.

He erupted almost instantly, forceful jets of hot semen flooding her mouth and bulging her cheeks. His hand closed on the back of her head, held it firmly in place as his relentless outburst continued. 

His cock continued twitching for some time.

*

Finished, Roscoe crawled off of the steps and out of the pool, arranging his swim trunks as he walked away.

Drained, Ella sat on the steps, the bitter taste of semen fresh in her mouth. She heard wet feet on the pavement and looked up. 

Dave was striding purposely in her direction, a menacing look plastered on his face.

Ella had a feeling this wasn't going to go well…

*

 

A single tear trickled down Ella's cheek. Dr. Samuels leaned forward in her seat.

"What is it? What are you thinking of, right at this moment? What happened in the dream?" It was more questions than Dr. Samuels had ever thrown at a patient at one time. She sensed something, wanted desperately to explore the emptiness that had so unexpectedly taken over Ella's demeanor. Ella had smiled, even laughed, only minutes before, but now she was withdrawn and subdued.

Ella brushed the tear away. "I'm… I'm fine…" she muttered unconvincingly. She looked up, tried to gather herself. 'Tomorrow. I can make it until tomorrow.' She spoke again, "Really, I'm ok."

"Are you sure? I can cancel my next appointment, Ella. This could be very important—"

"Nonsense. I'm going to be just fine." She thought of the next day, of the big pre-wedding bash. She managed another small smile, but this one was different. It was grim, determined. She had some unfinished business to attend to, some wrongs to make right. She was due for a little retribution. 'Tomorrow I'll be a-fucking-okay.'




Cheerleader's Revenge



She hoped she was right.

She couldn't take many more of these nightmares…

April 5th — 2:00 PM, Jenny's Home

Jenny Thompson was sure she had never seen a more festively decorated home. Balloons, streamers, and platters of food all stood ready for the hundred or so expected guests.

Certainly, her home had never been this bright.

She went over the schedule of events in her mind, one last time: guests would probably start showing up within the next hour with most arriving by 6:00 o'clock, some light partying (couple kegs at the ready plus many other libations) until 8:00, a few words by the father of the bride, a few more words by the mother of the groom, a tribute by friends (who knew how that would go? Stone and Anna had steadfastly refused to let her coordinate the tribute, but they promised to keep it clean) of both bride and groom, quick thank you's from Jenny and John Boy, and then just wicked partying until everybody passed out.

That was the plan, and it seemed like a good one.

Jenny went over the supplies and decorations a final time before putting on her makeup and getting ready for the party.

The fun was about to begin…

*

Two and a half hours later, a dozen people had already shown up. Anna and the girls were in place shortly after 2:00, to help Jenny welcome everyone and make sure the 'help' was doing their duties. The 'help' was a handful of workers from the catering company who were dressed in serving outfits and charged with maintaining the food, drinks, and decorations. Their primary purpose was to ensure that everything was just right, all the time.

All the prep work done, all her girls and the help in place, Jenny could finally just relax and breathe. She manned the door, radiant in a simple but elegant white flower-print summer dress. 

The thin dress was very complimentary; it clung to her body in all the right places, tight and low enough to be slightly daring, loose and high enough to discourage gawking. Jenny eschewed both bra and panties, preferring instead the soft breeze that played between her thighs and under her arms. Her long blonde hair curled around her shoulders, framing an unlined face glowing brilliantly around sky blue eyes. She was a picture out of Cosmopolitan, stunning girl-next-door beauty with an undeniable figure and dazzling smile.

Jenny looked very, very good tonight.

*

Everything was phenomenal, the people, the food, the music, all of it better than Jenny would have ever imagined. Early on, they had to call the catering company and order more food; almost 100 guests arrived by 6:00 o'clock and folks were still streaming in, more than they expected, but thankfully they had a backup plan.

She took another big swig of beer.

"Great party," a voice said in her ear.

Jenny turned on her future husband and smiled.

"Hell yeah," she replied, putting down her drink and throwing her arms around his neck. 

It seemed like every room in the house was full of talking and laughing. As fast as empty bottles and cleared plates were laid down, one of the catering crew would pick them up, trying their best to keep the place clean.

One of the crew was a smaller girl, about 5'2, with short black hair and ordinary brown eyes. Her headgear was pulled low and she kept her head down everywhere she went. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself—not here, not tonight. Ella Sanders, catering crewmember, was painfully aware of the potential consequences should anyone recognize her. Not that she expected them to. She had strapped her big breasts down, hiding them the best she could. Her freshly cut short hair was now jet-black, a look she didn't expect to draw any particular attention. Brown contacts concealed her radiant sea green eyes. Extensive tanning sessions the last month left her skin considerably darker than it was back in the days she had been a student at Key Biscayne Junior College. Every part of her disguise was carefully considered; at a glance, she might have been a random Latina working for the catering company, you would have to look very closely to think otherwise. Robert approved the disguise, and here she was. 

Of course, she had to be here. After Robert laid out the plan for her, after she felt the surge in her chest, the quickening of her pulse as he described in detail what he was going to do, she KNEW she had to be there to see it through. She stood ready to provide any needed assistance, but all Robert wanted was her presence, for her to be there to see it unfold, to know that it wasn't over, not yet.

It was far from fucking over.

Robert Sanders was there as well. He was, for all intents and purposes, a guest. A social butterfly, he flowed from conversation to conversation with ease, rubbing elbows and glad-handing like a politician. There were so many guests in attendance that casual acquaintances were fairly common. Naturally, Robert knew all of the principals involved: Jack Thompson, John Boy, Stone, Stu, Ricky, Roscoe, and Dave, among others, as well as Jenny, Anna, Audrey, Maggie, and the rest of the cheerleaders. He knew them all by name, talked about the wedding, the planning, and the honeymoon, all of it. He schmoozed them like old friends he had known for years. He had gone to pains to ingratiate himself with them—

All according to plan.

*

After following her around awhile, Robert was finally able to pin Jenny alone. He moved in quickly. Smiling, he tilted his drink and said, "Congratulations! You two are going to be great together!"

Jenny smiled warmly and tilted hers in turn. "Thank you so much! Having a good time?"

Robert took a sip, nodded. "Oh yes, I think this party is going to get pretty lively tonight."

Jenny laughed. "I think so, too. I can't believe how many people showed up! I don't know them all, but of course they all know me," she said, taking a drink. When she spoke, her words ran together slightly—not quite slurred, not quite drunk, but definitely buzzing in a big way.

"Of course, you're very popular. By the way, you look stunning tonight," Robert said, and it was the truth. His eyes dropped, pausing at her barely discernible nipples, then roamed further down to her hips, noting with approval the way her dress hugged and accentuated their curves. He brought his gaze back up to Jenny's bright blue eyes and smiled wistfully. "Would've been a beautiful bride," he muttered in a strange mixture of admiration and contempt. She was just about the hottest—and cruelest—thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Jenny didn't hear the last, so when Robert opened his arms to give her a hug she obliged. She had given and received plenty of hugs tonight.

"He wants you to meet him out back," Robert whispered in her ear.

"What?" Jenny asked. Robert held her close, one hand on the curve of her lower back, pressing her firm breasts into his chest. 

"John Boy, he wants to meet you out back in five minutes. Said it was urgent."

Jenny pulled away. "Out back? But it's dark out there, we didn't decorate or turn on the lights or anything."

Robert shrugged. "I don't know. Do what you want," he said, smiling sheepishly. "He told me to tell you."

Jenny thought a moment, and then grinned wickedly. "Wants to meet me out back, eh?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm sure he does!"

She and Robert shared a laugh. Robert sighed in relief as Jenny meandered through the crowd, heading to the sliding glass door. 'Good, very good,' he thought, taking a big swig of his drink. He put it down and headed to the living room.

Everything was going according to the plan.

*

A hush fell over the crowd as the projection screen began to drop from the ceiling. It was huge, filling an entire wall. When everything was finally in place, the lights dimmed and an image appeared onscreen.

Jack Thompson: "Yeah, John Boy's alright. He's always been very respectful of my Jenny. She's a real catch, son—you better do her right!" he added, holding up his fist. 

Laughter filled the air.

Word of the presentation had gotten around quickly; people were swarming in to get a view.

The image changed to John Boy, sitting in a recliner. "Jenny is so great. What can I say? I love her."

A collective "Aawww" fell across the crowd, with some scattered applause.

Stone appeared onscreen: "What a disgusting couple, huh? I think it's fair to say John Boy is marrying WAY over his head!"

Everybody laughed. John Boy, in the audience, smiled and shrugged. He was looking around for Jenny, but couldn't find her. He turned his attention back to the screen, sure that she would eventually find him. She always did.

Stu appeared onscreen: "Yeah, I mean, we partied a lot. A LOT. Jenny was always a little wild. I mean, she never did anything with any of us," he added quickly—

A burst of laughter.

—"but she was always ready to kind of push things in the right direction. She was a player's cheerleader, if you know what I mean."

Ricky appeared onscreen: "Jesus, John Boy, you had to send out a guy with a video camera to record me saying good things about you?"

Roars of laughter filled the room.

Ricky was still onscreen: "Yeah, it's true, he's great. That Jenny, wow, I mean, we had some good times."

More laughter; only, this time it was a bit more uncertain.

Stone appeared onscreen: "What's the question?" He looked confused.

Roscoe appeared onscreen: "Yeah, I liked her," he said, wide-eyed.

Ricky appeared onscreen: "Always wondered what she did, you know? To deserve all that?"

There were murmurs in the crowd. What was this about? Stone looked around uncomfortably.

Dave appeared onscreen: "Said she asked for it, I don't know. Stone said it was ok."

Stone appeared onscreen: "It was Jenny, she… she kind of pushed it, you know?"

A grainy image of a naked woman appeared onscreen; barely 20 years old, she was on her knees in the grass, with her back to the camera, bent over a chaise lounge. Jenny was holding down one arm while Audrey held down the other. There was a young guy, bronzed, muscular, behind the naked woman, thrusting fiercely. It was obvious the naked woman was resisting, she seemed to be pleading with Jenny—

The image was onscreen for less than five seconds—but it was long enough to start more muttering, and frenzied whispering filled the room.

"Turn it off!" a voice called out. Stone Moore. He could be seen, looking up at the ceiling-mounted projector. "Turn it off!"

Stu appeared onscreen: "Yeah, I never got to hit that shit. All I ever got was a fuckin' blowjob!" he said, laughing wickedly.

Ricky appeared onscreen: "Jenny said, 'Fuck the bitch, she deserves it.' Who was I to argue?"

*

Outside, it was getting dark. They hadn't decorated or planned for any partying out back, theory being it wasn't a good idea to mix this many people with alcohol and a swimming pool. Therefore, the decision was made to declare it out of bounds and just leave the lights off, keeping everybody inside. Now, Jenny stood outside in the twilight, staring down at the pool's edge, listening to the water softly lapping against the side. She couldn't help but smile; she loved the pool.

She had a lot of good memories back here.

She felt hands on her shoulders, sighed as they softly squeezed and rubbed.

"Hey," she said, leaning back. "You made it."

"Unnh hunhh," he responded.

"Gonna be all quiet tonight, are you?"

"Unnh hunhh."

Jenny laughed and tried to turn around; his arms held her firmly in place, pulled her back into his chest. He reached around and cupped her breasts over the summer dress, squeezed them firmly.

"Naughty," she purred, closing her eyes. His hands felt so good…

*

He shuffled her over and around, until they were facing a chaise lounge. His hands pushed her down; on her knees, she leaned on the chaise lounge, supporting the rest of her body weight on her arms.

"Dirty boy" she whispered thickly, judgment clouded by the accumulation of drinks. "Fuck me," she hissed, wiggling her ass.

He ran his hands around her ass, rubbing and squeezing. He ran a fingertip between her cheeks (her response was a guttural moan) before grabbing the hem of the thin summer dress and hiking it up past her hips. He dropped a hand down between her thighs and ran his middle finger along her outer lips.

Instant moisture flooded Jenny's vagina. She was ready to fuck.

He wasted no time, moved forward and pressed his cock to the fore, seeking entry.

"Hurry," she said, reaching her hand down and guiding him in. "Come on," she encouraged, urgency in her voice. "Fuck me."

He obliged, lunging so that his cock slammed in all at once.

"Fuck yeah," Jenny said, resting her head on the chaise lounge. She was buzzing hard, barely able to concentrate. She focused on the penetration, on the cock buried deep inside her. She felt more full than she could ever remember. "It even feels different tonight, baby, feels bigger," she slurred. "Fuck that hole!"

Robert Sanders, cock settled all the way inside, couldn't help grinning.

Jenny Thompson was a freak.

*

He reached up and yanked the dress off her shoulders, ripping the spaghetti shoulder straps and freeing her medium-sized breasts to dangle below. He reached down, pinching the pale pink nipples as he slow-fucked her cunt in smooth strokes.

"Faster," she begged, almost whining, "You always do it faster." She felt the anxious pressure building, much slower than normal. John Boy always got frantic, fucked her hard and fast; it was usually a race to see who could get off first, a race she sometimes won, and sometimes lost. Tonight was different; he was going much slower than usual, increasing his pace in slow, measured steps. She didn't know how to handle it, felt her pussy clutching his hot cock greedily, frantically chasing the breathtaking release she knew lingered just barely out of reach. "Faster," she repeated, breathing heavily. "Please…" she begged in desperation.

'Not yet,' he thought to himself, unable to deny how good her body was, or the strength of his response. He was ready to pound it, to ruthlessly fuck that hole. The time would come and he would oblige—

But not yet.

'Wait for it,' he told himself, steadily moving back and forth. He looked straight ahead, at the dimly lit house windows, and listened to the din of noise from inside. 'Almost time.'

*

"—and then I was like, 'Damn, what the fuck is she doing?'" Stone's voice said onscreen. "I mean, she was taking it pretty far."

"Did you stop it?" a voice asked onscreen.

The onscreen Stone shook his head. "Nope, but I… well, I couldn't let it go without… " He looked around suspiciously. "You already know about it, right?"

The voice again: "The video?"

Onscreen, Stone grinned. "Yeah, the video, dog. Wanna see it?

By now, the audience was decidedly uncomfortable. This had strayed somewhat from the usual Groom's Roast, instead diverging into some kind of sordid confessional. And then there was the five-second video, with Jenny holding down some girl's arm…

Stone couldn't figure out how to turn it off; he was frantically trying to find a switch, something, ANYTHING, to stop what he now knew was coming.

Roscoe appeared onscreen: "Had some big ol' titties. Roscoe like big ol' titties."

Stu appeared onscreen: "I should have pumped that shit when I had the chance!" he said, laughing. "Instead, I saved it for Stone. Ungrateful bastard!"

Jenny, scowling, appeared onscreen: "How did you find out about her?"

The grainy image again appeared onscreen, the young man pounding it home, the victim—make no mistake, she was a victim—being held down on one side by Jenny, on the other by Audrey. It played for five seconds before Jenny again appeared, alone, onscreen.

"Fuck that bitch," Jenny whispered onscreen, slurring slightly. She seemed to have been drinking. "She had it comin'..."

Stone appeared onscreen: "Yeah, I hit it first. It was so fucking tight."

Ricky appeared onscreen: "I came all over that bitch. Jenny said go for it, said she deserved it." He grinned, pleased with himself, and shrugged as if to say, 'What are you going to do?'

Dave appeared onscreen: "We're not going to get in trouble, are we? Stone said it was ok."

Stone appeared onscreen: "Jenny said it was ok."

Jenny appeared onscreen: "Fuck that bitch," she repeated in her slur, a repeat of the previous clip. "She had it comin'…"

The grainy image again appeared onscreen; only this time there was sound, poor quality but good enough to hear the words.

*

"Why—," Ella whispered, shaking her head, "UUNNGGHH." Interrupted, she continued: "Why—UUNNGGHH—are—UUNNGGHH—you—UUNNGGAAHHHH—doing—UNGH—this—UUNNGGHH—to—AHHHH—me…"

Her body shook with each blow, pendulous breasts bounding forward and back, forward and back, head jolting in time. Her arms and knees were sore from the abuse.

Jenny bent forward, her face inches from Ella's.

"You don't know?" she asked softly. Ella lifted her head, tried to focus on Jenny as the cruel pounding continued.

"No," she replied.

"Don't you remember? The first time you went in the closet, you came out and lifted your arms, flashing those fat ass titties for EVERYBODY to see. We all saw your ridiculous nipples—even John Boy. Oh, he tried to look away, he hoped I wouldn't notice, but I fucking DID. So, you wanted to be a whore, huh? Fuckin' with my man, huh? Fine bitch! FINE! I made sure they treated you like one!" Jenny's voice increased in volume as she spoke, nostrils flared, breathing heavily. "Oh, I was gonna let Stoney and the fellas have a little fun with you," she continued, eyes blazing pure hatred, "but after that little stunt it was no fuckin' holds barred." She paused, nodding. "You got initiated, bitch."

'No,' Ella thought, 'it wasn't like that. I—' Her eyes watered again; tears fell, splashing against the chair. Her head slumped down, shoulders shook as a sob wracked through her, followed by another; all while the ruthless pounding continued, unabated. "I wasn't…" she whispered between sobs, trying to respond.

"That's right, take it bitch," Jenny continued, right in Ella's face. "It's just more of the same, nothing a slut like you can't handle, right? You bought this shit, you little cunt, so fuckin' OWN IT!" She practically screamed the last, spittle flying in Ella's face.

Dave, all but oblivious to the exchange, tightened his grip on Ella's waist, pulled back powerfully in time with his urgent pelvic thrusts. He was rutting now; the wracking of Ella's body, as she broke down in tears, finally triggered his release.

"FffuuuuccCCKKKKK YYYYEEEAAAHHHHH!" he bellowed, unleashing a torrent of hot semen deep inside Ella's battered pussy. He continued pumping, gradually relenting until his motions were exaggeratedly slow; the feel, every inch of Ella's cunt fiercely clutching his veiny cock, was intoxicating. Finally he stopped moving, completely spent.

Dave pulled out and away quickly, heading back to the pool where he grabbed his trunks. He pulled them on, picked up a towel, and headed back into the house.

Exhausted, Ella couldn't hold her weight up anymore, and collapsed onto the lounge chair. Still naked, she laid on her stomach, hunched over, her face twisted in harsh denial. She felt his discharge oozing out; the clumpy cum ran down her thighs, it was everywhere.




Cheerleader



God, he thought, I've just sucked my sister's pussy. What have I done? As he sat there in shock, Jamie reached down and stroked her own pussy, rubbing her clit fiercely as she sat up.

"God, that was wonderful, James," she said, her eyes glistening. "Thank you so much."

"Jamie, this isn't right," James protested, overcome with guilt at what they had done. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I know, but we're not doing anything really wrong. I mean, nothing can happen from this, can it?"

"No, but --" James started to explain as Jamie leaned over and again grasped his cock in her hands. "You shouldn't be doing this," he protested as she bent and licked the end of his cock.

"I want to see it cum," she said. "I've never seen it before."

"Look in the hole," James said, "they're bound to cum soon."

Jamie looked up from where she had begun to lick his cock and moved to the hole. Just as she put her eye to the hole, she saw her father pulling his cock from her mother's pussy, spent, their combined juices running from her gaping cunt.

"Gosh, look, James," Jamie said, moving aside for him to see.

As James put his eye to the hole to see his mother's cunt oozing cum, Jamie reached over and grabbed his cock and began to lick it again, sucking it into her mouth as she had seen her mother doing to her father. As she continued to suck his cock, James got quickly worked up, especially after seeing his mother's cum-filled snatch oozing in front of him. As he felt his balls stirring in prelude to orgasm, he tensed up.

"I think I'm going to cum," he said as Jamie sucked harder at his cock. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," he gasped as he felt his balls contract and begin to shoot his cum out the end of his cock.

Jamie quickly grasped his cock in her hands and watched as it pulsed and pumped his cum into the air, just like she had seen John's do earlier. Then she leaned over and took it back into her mouth before he had finished cumming, gently sucking the rest of his cum into her mouth and swallowing it before sitting back, a satisfied smile on her face while she rested her elbows on her knees, which were pulled up, still showing her cunt to James.

James just lay there in shock. He couldn't believe that his sister had just sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. This just couldn't be happening. Opening his eyes, he saw Jamie sitting there smiling at him, one hand trailing through her pussy.

"That was really nice," she said. "I didn't mind that at all. I always thought it would be dirty and unpleasant, but it's really nice."

"It was really unbelievable," James said. "I can't believe we did this."

"Huh, I can't either," Jamie said, "but I'm not sorry. You're my twin brother and I feel closer to you than to anyone in the whole world. I feel safe learning with you."

"But I don't know anything," James protested. "I've never done these things before."

"Even better," Jamie said. "We can learn together."

"I think you should go to bed," James said. "It's late and we should think about this."

"There's nothing to think about, James," Jamie said. "It's all right. I won't tell and I'm sure you won't either. This'll be our secret," she said as she got to her feet. Moving over to James, she hugged him and gave his cock a big squeeze as she walked from the closet.

"Didn't you like licking me?" Jamie asked shyly as she walked to the door.

"I've never tasted anything so wonderful in my life," James said, "but that doesn't mean it's okay."

"Well, it's okay with me, and that's the only thing that counts where this is concerned," Jamie said. "I hope we can do this some more."

"Go to sleep," James said, "you'll feel differently in the morning."

"We'll see," she said. "Good night."

"Good night," James replied, closing the door after her.

When Jamie woke up the next morning, she stretched, then smiled as she remembered the night before. From Sheri's escapade to finding James watching their parents having sex and then watching herself and playing with James and his playing with her, what a drastic change in her life. Everything had been so innocent and naive before. But it sure had been nice, she thought, rubbing her pussy as she lay there. I wonder what James thinks of last night, she mused as she rubbed her pussy.

Slowly getting out of bed, Jamie pulled her bathrobe on and went to James' door and knocked softly. Getting no response, she opened the door and looked inside. James wasn't there. Going out to the kitchen, she found her mother having her breakfast. She looked different to her now. Having seen her fucking and sucking the night before had changed her perception of her parents. They seemed a whole lot cooler now than they had before.

"Where's James?" Jamie asked.

"He went to football practice and your father went to work. It's just you and me. What are you going to do today?"

"Oh, I've got some studying to do, then I'm going out tonight with the girls."

"You seem to like them. You spend a lot of time with them," June commented.

"They're fun. I mean, we're all cheerleaders. We do a lot of things together."

"Well, as long as you're having fun."

"Thanks, mom," she said, kissing her on the cheek.

Meanwhile, Art had arrived at work in shorts and a T-shirt as it was a Saturday and no clients would be in the office. When he arrived, he noticed Larry's car was already there, or still there. Going into the office, Larry hailed him as he entered his own office. Following him in, he sat down with a big grin.

"Well, you sure caught me last night," he said.

"I didn't mean to spy on you," Art said, "I was just going to say goodnight."

"Well, no harm done," Larry said. "What did you think of Dawn's dick taking?"

"Sure looked okay to me," Art laughed, "but what about Mary?"

"It has nothing to do with Mary," Larry replied. "I absolutely love Mary and always will, this is just fun, no involvement whatsoever."

"June would go nuts," Art observed, "if she ever thought I'd done anything like that."

"You've never cheated on her?" Larry inquired.

"Never."

"I'll have to lend Dawn to you for a while. She's a pretty good secretary too. In fact, she'll be here any minute. I asked her to come in and finish up some letters."

"Well, I have some work to finish," Art said. "I won't interrupt you as I leave."

"Don't worry, it's all right," Larry laughed.

At that moment Dawn arrived, wearing tight short shorts and a halter top which showed her big full tits to advantage. Larry went to his own office then and Art concentrated on his work. A short time later, Larry poked his head into his office and announced that he was leaving now.

"Dawn's going to finish up some letters, then she'll be done. I'll see you Monday."

"All right. See you," Art said.

As he returned to his work, Art found his attention wandering. Last night with June had been wonderful. She seemed to be blossoming more and more since they had moved to Nebraska. She was really shedding some of her inhibitions. At that moment Dawn entered his office and asked him to look over the letters that she had just finished for Larry. Looking up at her, Art frankly appraised her. She looked to be about 5'4", 120 pounds. She had brunette hair and nice hazel eyes. Her full tits were matched by the lushness of her body. He could see her nipples straining under the halter top as the air conditioning took its toll.

As he looked over the letters, Dawn stood next to him. He was very aware of her bare thigh right next to his shoulder. Asking her a question about something in the letter, Dawn leaned over his desk, rubbing her tit on his shoulder as she explained what she had done. As she went to stand back up, Art turned to say something to her just as she turned to him, poking him in the eye with her right tit. As he rubbed his eye, Dawn leaned over to see if he was okay, giving him a bird's eye view down her halter top of her tits. They were really something. Then suddenly Dawn grabbed his head and pulled it into her cleavage, burying his face between her tits. As Art sat back in astonishment, Dawn spilled her tits out of her top and began to rub them, pulling on the nipples.

"Aren't they nice?" she asked, running her tongue across her lips.

"They're fine," Art sputtered, "but I'm married."

"Oh, I know," she said, "so's Larry. I don't mind."

"Well, my wife sure would," Art said.

"I'm certainly not going to tell her," Dawn said, sinking to her knees in front of him, leaning forward and rubbing her tits in his crotch. "I just like to play sometimes."

"This isn't right," Art protested as she began rubbing and squeezing his cock through his pants.

"Just you relax," Dawn said, undoing his shorts and pulling his rapidly growing cock out into the air. "Just you relax."

Then Dawn held his cock with one hand and squeezed her tits together around it with the other hand, letting it slide back and forth between her tits. Art shook his head in disbelief as he watched his cock sliding up and down between her tits, her big hard nipples sticking out. Then she leaned over and licked the end of his cock, causing it to twitch in response.

"Ooh, it likes me," Dawn squealed as she opened her mouth and let his cock slide into it, lathing it with her tongue as she gently sucked on it.

Art just sat back and watched as his cock disappeared into Dawn's mouth. He could feel it pressing against the back of her throat as she sucked on it. While she sucked on him, Dawn continued to play with her tits, rubbing and pulling on the nipples while she continued to slurp his big stick. As Art felt his balls begin to churn, his cock pulsed as Dawn took his balls in her hand and gently rolled them around, massaging them as she continued to suck his cock. Then he felt himself spasm as he began to cum. Dawn sucked as quickly as she could, swallowing all of his cum as it filled her mouth. After he finished cumming, she continued to suck him gently for a few minutes before rising to her feet.

"Umm, that was so nice. I really like the taste of cum," she said. "Well, I'll let you get back to your work now. Thanks a lot."

As she left his office, Art sat back in his chair, spent, his limp cock laying in his lap. God, what a job, he thought. June'll kill me if she ever finds out. Rearranging himself, Art returned to his work, forcing himself to concentrate.

Meanwhile, James had gone to football practice. It was a good practice, especially knowing all the tension over who was going to start had been settled. After the practice as he was walking home, he ran into Sheri.

"Oh, hi, James," she said. "How was practice today?"

"Hi, Sheri. It was great. We're going to kill them next week."

"Well, I'll certainly be cheering for you."

"Yeah, thanks."

"Do you have any plans tonight?" Sheri asked innocently.

"Not really, not yet," James stammered. 

This was the head cheerleader. She was a real fox. All the guys talked about her all the time. Some of them said she'd go farther than any of the other girls. He couldn't believe she was talking to him like this.

"I was going to go see a movie," Sheri said. "Would you like to come with me maybe?"

"Well, sure," James stammered, "I'd like that."

"Good," she smiled. "Why don't we meet at 7:30 then?"

"Uh, sure. Where?"

"How about at the theater?"

"Okay. I'll see you there."

James fairly ran home. He couldn't believe Sheri had asked him out. She was really good looking. Oh, no, he thought. How am I going to tell Jamie I'm going out with one of her new best friends, especially after what happened last night. Football practice had been good for helping put that out of his mind. Now it all came flooding back, Jamie catching him with his dick in his hand watching through his secret hole, then her sucking him and him sucking her. It had been magical. But it wasn't right, he told himself. She's my sister, my twin.

As he got home, he could see that Jamie and mom were sitting in the living room, Jamie doing homework and his mom reading. Man, she had sure been something last night. It seemed that she was getting more and more wild each day, he thought. Dad sure is lucky. As he entered the living room, he couldn't quite meet Jamie's eyes as he said hello. She gave him a puzzled look as he went to his room. After a few minutes, Jamie got up and went to talk to James. As she entered his room, he was pulling a towel around his waist to go shower.

"James, what's the matter?" Jamie asked. "Why are you being weird?"

"Last night bothers me a little," he replied. "Doesn't it bother you at all?"

"It did a little, but no, I think it was fine. I told you why last night and I haven't changed my mind."

"Well, it's different for me," he said lamely, fidgeting with his towel.

"Well, I don't want you being mad at me," Jamie said. "You're my best friend. If I can't trust you with how I am, I can't trust anyone."

"Gosh, I never said you couldn't trust me," James declared. "I love you. It's just hard accepting what happened for me."

"Well, I woke up feeling better than I've ever felt in my life, thanks to you. I'm glad we did it and I'm not sorry. I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable, but that's all."

"I'll get over it," James admitted with a grin, "it's just very different."

"Yeah, isn't it," Jamie smiled. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Oh, well, Sheri, I ran into Sheri after football practice and she invited me to a movie."

"Are you going to go?" Jamie asked, remembering Sheri's determination to get a hold of James.

"Sure. Why not? She's the head cheerleader and I'm the quarterback. We're supposed to go out by tradition, aren't we?"

"I suppose. She's pretty wild, you know?"

"I've heard some things."

"Well, don't do anything you'll regret later, that's all," Jamie advised.

"You know me better than that," James said.

"And I know Sheri better than that," Jamie replied as she left his room.

That night as James left to go meet Sheri, Jamie went and found Heather and Janice. They all went to Roxy's Grill for a soda and to talk. Jamie told them that Sheri had asked James out that day after football practice and that they were going to a movie. Heather clapped her hands with delight as Janice laughed. When it got to be around 9:45, they left for Sheri's house, entering again through the back door.

As they secreted themselves in the study, Heather asked Jamie if she minded that Sheri was going to be with her brother. Replying that it was no big deal, Heather wanted to know how she was going to feel seeing her brother naked with Sheri. Jamie was thinking of how to respond to that when they heard the door opening and Sheri and James came in the door.

As they sat on the couch next to each other, they could hear Sheri telling James how much fun she had had going to the movies with him. Then she started talking about him being the quarterback and she was stroking his arm, squeezing his muscles. They could see that James was a little uncomfortable by the close quarters. Then Sheri leaned up against him and kissed him, not stopping until she got him to respond to her. As they broke their kiss, they could see Sheri smiling at James as she unbuttoned his shirt to run her hands all over his chest. Rubbing his chest and pinching his nipples, she continued to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth in search of his.

After a few minutes of torrid kissing, Sheri sat up, fanning herself with her hand.

"It's getting hot in here," she said, kissing James again. "Don't you think so?"

"It is a little warm," he agreed, enthusiastically kissing her back.

"It's too hot," Sheri declared, sitting up and suddenly pulling her light sweater that she had been wearing over her head.

As she pulled her sweater up over her head, everyone could see that she had nothing on under it. Her big ripe tits bounced into view, her nipples already hard. James just stared in disbelief at her big beautiful tits.

"You don't mind, do you?" Sheri asked, rubbing her tits. "It's so hot in here."

"No, I don't mind. It's okay," James stammered as Sheri bent over to kiss him again, letting her tits press up against his bare chest.

As she kissed him, Sheri continued to rub her tits against his chest, pressing them into him. Then she took one of his hands and pulled it to her tit, laying it on her tit and encouraging him to squeeze her. As James began to play with her tits, her nipples grew even bigger and harder, which he encouraged by twisting and pulling on them.

"Suck on them a little," Sheri encouraged, holding them up and offering them to him. "Go ahead."

James hesitantly leaned forward and took one of Sheri's nipples into his mouth and sucked on it, all the while massaging her other tit with his hands. As he continued sucking her tits, Sheri sighed and fell back on the couch, holding him to her tits as she did so. Letting her leg fall to the side, James was laying in between her legs sucking on her tits. After some minutes of this, Sheri pushed him up, saying that it was her turn.

Pushing him back on the couch, Sheri lay between his legs and began to suck on his nipples, teasing them and rubbing her tits on his stomach. Then she began to kiss his chest all over, sliding down to kiss his stomach and lick his belly button. While she was probing his belly button with her tongue, she let her hand fall to the bulge that was becoming prominent in his pants. She began to squeeze and rub his cock through his pants, causing it to press against them, trying to escape. As James lay back in bliss from the attentions of this beautiful girl, he felt her pull his zipper open and free his raging cock from the confines of his pants. Then he felt her breath on him as she opened her mouth and let his cock slide into it, sucking gently on it to the back of her throat.

Jamie was shocked watching how easily Sheri had begun to seduce James. She watched as Sheri pulled his cock out, the very cock she had herself sucked on the night before, and began to softly suck and lick it. Beside her, Heather was panting with excitement, one hand rubbing her tits, the other rubbing herself between the legs. Janice was watching Sheri and James and Heather in fascination. Every once in a while she would rub her own tits a little as she got excited from the action.

Jamie felt herself getting wet as she watched Sheri suck on her brother's cock. Suddenly, Sheri stopped sucking on James. Looking at him as he opened his eyes, she smiled.

"Wouldn't you like to do that to me?" she asked.

"What?" James asked.

"Why don't you lick me a little bit," she said, running her hands up under her skirt.

As James stared at her, she pulled her panties out from under her skirt, then crawled up his chest until her pussy was just inches from his face. James couldn't believe the view. Sheri was sitting on his chest with her knees on either side of his head, her dark cunt just in front of his face, her pussy lips pouting open slightly. As he opened his mouth to say something, Sheri slid forward and covered his mouth with her pussy and began to rub it over his face.

Jamie could hear James sucking on Sheri's pussy, hear him slurping her juices from her cunt just like he had done for her the night before. Well, she certainly knew how good that could feel. No wonder Sheri liked to play with the boys. Glancing to her side, she saw Heather now furiously rubbing her pussy. She had her skirt up and was rubbing herself through her panties, which Jamie could see were soaked with moisture. She could feel her own pussy brimming over with excitement and wished that it was her that was on the couch with James. They could hear Sheri's excited chatter.

"God, that's great. Stick your tongue in me. That's it, deeper. Oh, yes, like that. Suck my clit. Yes, yes, oh, yes, that's it. Suck it, suck it. Come on, suck harder. Suck harder. I'm going to cum. Suck harder. Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Sheri cried as she began to shake, her juices cascading onto James' face and tongue as he lapped at her pussy, sucking up all the juices as they flowed from her cunt.




Cheerleader



Jamie found herself rubbing her own pussy through her shorts. She was really getting hot and bothered. Looking at Heather next to her, she could see that Heather had pulled her panties aside and was plunging her fingers into her pussy, frigging herself like crazy. She stared in amazement at her red cunt, her puffy outer lips clasping her fingers as they plunged in and out of her pussy, making soft squishing noises. Janice just watched in fascination as Heather played with herself just inches from her face. She could smell Heather's pussy as her juices flowed.

Then they noticed Sheri getting up from James' face and returning her attentions to his cock.

"Umm, now I want to taste your cum," she said, lowering her mouth to his cock.

As she resumed licking and sucking on James' cock, Jamie felt herself beginning to squirm. Her pussy was on fire and she wanted to rub it so bad, but she felt self-conscious with Heather and Janice there. Heather was still plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy. The smell of it filled the air in the study. Then she heard James begin to groan as his orgasm started. Just like the night before, Sheri stopped sucking on his cock as he began to spurt into the air, then quickly swooped down to suck his cock and get the last of his cum.

"Umm, yummy," she said. "You sure taste good."

"That was outrageous," James said, sitting up and staring at Sheri, cum dripping from her chin and splattered on her tits. "That felt great."

"Tasted great, too," Sheri added, wiping the cum from her chin and licking it from her fingers. "God, look what time it is," she said, jumping up, her tits swinging. "My parents will be home any minute. You'd better get dressed, quick."

James jumped up, stuffing his now limp cock into his pants and pulling his shirt on. Giving him a big passionate kiss, Sheri let him out the back door, then she walked over to the study and turned on the light, showing Heather laying on her back, her fingers jammed up her pussy and Janice watching her. Jamie was sitting with her back to the wall, looking very excited. 

Sheri just stood there for a second, her tits swinging, cum still splattered on them.

"Well, what did you think of that?" she asked, standing with her hands on her hips, legs apart.

"Ooh, that was beautiful," Heather gasped, squeezing her cunt feverishly. "I'm so hot I could scream."

"What about you, Jamie," Sheri inquired, "what did you think of the show?"

"You sure make it look easy," she replied. "I don't see how anyone could possibly resist or would want to."

"That's exactly it," she said. "You have to be so irresistible they can't say no. Next time I'll fuck him, that's what I've decided."

"You're kidding," Janice said. "You'd really fuck him?"

"Sure, why not? That's the ultimate. You'll see, I'll do it right here so you can all see. Maybe you'll learn something."

"I'd sure like to see that," Janice agreed, rubbing herself quickly. "That would be neat."

"Here, Heather, you can taste James' cum if you want to," Sheri offered, holding up her tits and showing the drops splattered on them.

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed, standing up.

As Sheri held her tits up, Heather leaned over and licked the last drops of James' cum from the right one. As she went to lick the left one, Janice cried out.

"No, let me. I've never tasted it."

"Okay," Sheri agreed. "Go ahead."

Janice quickly bounced to her feet, her face flushed with excitement. Leaning forward, she eagerly licked the cum from her tit, smacking her lips as she finished.

"Hey, that doesn't taste bad, does it?" she said.

"It's absolutely wonderful," Sheri agreed. "The only thing better is both juices mixed together. That's just fantastic."

"What do you mean?" Janice asked puzzled.

"Like after you fuck and you both cum, you lick his dick and taste all of the juices on it."

"You mean like tasting yourself?" Janice asked, a look of distaste on her face.

"Sure. Nothing tastes better than your own pussy, ever. It's really exciting to taste yourself on a guy's dick. It's very exciting."

"I don't think I'd like that," Janice said.

"I'll bet you didn't think you'd like the taste of a guy's cum either, did you?"

"Well, no, I guess not," she agreed.

"Look, I'll show you," Sheri said.

Then she reached down and pulled her skirt off, showing her still naked pussy. Reaching between her spread legs, Sheri ran her finger up and down in her pussy, rubbing it, then sticking her finger up into her cunt. Pulling it out, they could all see the sheen of moisture on it. Opening her mouth, Sheri stuck her finger in and softly sucked it clean, smacking her lips as she finished. Janice just stared at her in disbelief.

"What's it taste like?" she inquired.

"Oh, it's thick and sweet and syrupy. Try it for yourself and see."

"I don't know," Janice said uncomfortably.

"I'll do it," Heather said with a feverish look on her face.

Quickly pulling her skirt off and stepping out of her panties, you could almost see the steam rising from her pussy so hot was it. Quickly jamming her hand into her pussy, she rubbed it around and jammed her fingers up into her hole, then quickly brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it clean.

"God, what's it like?" Janice asked.

"Sort of tangy, like the sea," Heather replied.

"You mean you taste different from one another?"

"Even guys taste a little different from one another," Sheri added. "You've got to expect that we would too. Here, Heather, taste me," she said, running her finger into her pussy again and offering it to Heather.

Heather hesitated, looking at first Sheri, then Janice and then Jamie, who had been quietly sitting against the wall.

"Go ahead, I'll taste you, too," Sheri encouraged.

With that, Heather flicked her tongue out and licked Sheri's finger, then sucked it into her mouth.

"Yeah, that's real different from me," she said, "but it tastes nice."

"Of course it does," Sheri retorted. "I'm sure you do too. Let me taste."

So Heather ran her hand down into her pussy again, covering it with her juices. Offering her hand to Sheri, she licked and sucked all the juice from it, smacking her lips.

"You taste real nice, just like the sea," Sheri said as Janice and Jamie watched. "Come on, Janice, let's see what you taste like."

"Oh, I couldn't," she blushed.

"Come on, we did it," Sheri insisted. "Pull your pants off and let's see what you taste like."

Janice blushed as she stepped out of her pants, then pulled her panties down. They could see that her light hair was shiny with moisture and they could see the slit of her pussy.

"I can't," she blushed, unable to raise her head. "I just can't."

"Come here," Sheri said, "I'll do it," as she reached between Janice's legs and suddenly pushed her finger into her pussy.

Janice gasped as she felt Sheri push her finger into her but didn't try to stop her. Sheri quickly rubbed her finger around in Janice's pussy, then brought it up to her mouth and licked it off.

"Mmm, you taste really nice, musky like," she said. "Try it yourself."

Janice blushed as she quickly ran her finger into her pussy and then brought it up to her mouth. As she hesitatingly licked her own pussy juices from her finger, Heather said that she wanted a taste, to compare. Reaching over, she gently ran her fingers through Janice's pussy, causing her to squirm as she pushed her finger slightly up into her pussy. Then she quickly licked her finger.

"Oh, yes, that's a really nice taste," Heather agreed. "That's nice. What do you think, Janice."

"It is sort of nice, isn't it," she said, blushing.

"Here, taste us so you'll have a comparison," Heather said with a big smile.

Janice blushed but Heather grabbed her by the hand and pushed her hand into her sopping pussy. After rubbing Janice's hand in her pussy for a minute, she released it.

"Go ahead, taste it," Heather urged.

Janice licked Heather's juices from her hand, commenting that indeed it did taste a lot like the sea.

"Now taste Sheri's," she urged.

"Sure, go ahead," Sheri agreed, spreading her legs a bit.

Janice hesitatingly reached between Sheri's legs and gently stroked her finger into her pussy, feeling how moist it was. Pulling her hand back and licking it, she commented that each of them tasted different to her.

"Of course we do," Sheri said, "we're different people. How about you Jamie? You're being awfully quiet since your brother left. Let's taste your pussy, too."

"Oh, I don't think so," she said.

"Oh, come on, we won't hurt you," Sheri insisted. "Either you're one of us or you're not. Come on, I'll help you," she said, reaching over and pulling her skirt off. "Go on, take your panties off. We've seen you before, it's no mystery."

Jamie slowly pulled her panties off, acutely aware of how wet they were.

"Come on over on the couch," Sheri suggested, pulling her over and pushing her so that she sat down.

Sitting on one side of her, Heather on the other side, Sheri gently pried her knees open to get access to her pussy.

"You look a lot like Heather," Sheri commented as she reached between her legs and let her fingers wander through her pussy, causing her to squirm.

As she brought her hand to her mouth to taste her, Heather reached between her legs and pushed her hand into her pussy, squeezing her clit before putting her hand to her mouth to taste. As she and Sheri commented on how nice she tasted, Janice knelt between Jamie's legs and softly stroked her pussy with her hand before licking her fingers. They all agreed that she tasted sort of like Heather, but different.

"You try," Sheri insisted.

Jamie looked startled as Sheri guided her hand into her own pussy, just where she secretly wished it was. As she softly stroked herself, she could see that Sheri was also playing with her own pussy. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she licked it off, savoring the flavor of her pussy. It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was quite exciting a flavor. At Sheri's insistence, she then reached between her legs and wet her hand, tasting first Sheri, then in succession Heather and Janice. Then she tasted herself again.

"That's actually very exciting," she admitted, licking her fingers clean.

All of them were now playing with themselves, rubbing their clits and occasionally licking their fingers. Looking at her watch, Jamie said that it was almost her curfew time and that she needed to go. As they all got dressed, Sheri suggested that the next time they got together that they could taste each other some more, like James had done to her. Janice blushed as Heather clapped her hands in delight.

"This is going to be a great school year," she declared as she finished dressing.

After they all said goodnight, Jamie walked home. As she arrived, she noticed a light on in her parent's room. Knocking softly on James' door as she let herself in, Jamie could see he was in bed asleep. As she entered, he woke up and sat up in bed.

"What are you doing in here?" he demanded.

"I just got home and noticed a light in mom and dad's room. I wanted to see if they were doing anything," she replied lamely. "I thought maybe you were looking."

"No, I've been in bed for a couple of hours. Where have you been?"

"I was out with Heather and Janice. Did you have a nice time with Sheri?" she inquired.

"Yeah, fine. She's a lot of fun."

"What did you do?"

"You know, go to the movies."

"That's all?"

"That's none of your business, twin sister."

"Do you mind if I look?" she asked, glancing towards the closet.

"No, go ahead."

As Jamie entered the closet, she could see the light coming from the hole in the wall. Putting her eye to the hole, she could see her mother, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed, her legs apart, cum dripping from her gaping cunt. As she watched, her father knelt at her head and offered her his cock to suck. She could see it was smeared with their combined juices. That must be what Sheri was talking about, she thought, rubbing herself as she watched.

"What's going on?" James asked from his bed.

"It looks like dad just finished fucking her and now she's sucking him. Mom's pussy looks like it's been beat up. You can come see," she added.

Jamie heard James get out of bed. As he came into the closet, she could see he was holding a towel around his waist. Moving aside from the hole, she let him press his eye to it. As he watched his mother suck his father's dick, cum oozing from her hole, James could feel his cock growing. This reminded him of Sheri's great blowjob earlier. As he watched, without realizing it his towel slipped to the ground, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. Then he felt Jamie suddenly grasp his cock in her hand. Standing up, he started to pull away, but she had already opened her mouth and swallowed his cock into her throat. Groaning, he leaned back against the closet wall and let Jamie give him his second blowjob of the night. As he started to cum, he tried to pull away from her, but she grabbed him around the ass and sucked his cock all the way into the back of her throat as he pumped his load into her mouth. She sucked and sucked his cock until he had stopped cumming, then just knelt there with his now limp dick lying in her mouth, her hands cupping his balls. Her blowjob was actually more exciting than Sheri's. It was much softer. Standing up, Jamie hugged James, kissing him.

"I love the taste of you," she said. "It's so wonderful. Please do me too," she pleaded.

With a sigh, James led her from the closet and seated her on the bed. His cock was still swinging in front of him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You sure came like a lion in my mouth, I just want you to get me off too. I'm so horny," she said, pulling her clothes off.

James had never seen Jamie's tits before. They were nice and big, with big pointed nipples sticking out from the ends. As he looked at her, she lay back on the bed, drawing her knees up and apart, her pussy staring at him. Kneeling down in front of her, he softly stuck his tongue into her hole, causing her to buck with excitement. As he continued to suck and nibble on his sister's pussy, James could taste her as her juices began to really flow. She had the most incredible taste, very different from Sheri's pussy earlier. As Jamie quickly approached orgasm from his sucking, she began to buck and writhe on the bed as James nibbled on her clit and pushed his tongue into her pussy. Then he stuck a finger up into her hole, stopping when he felt some resistance. Then she started to cum, moaning as she spasmed, pouring her juices onto his waiting tongue. He lapped and lapped at her pussy until she stopped cumming, then crawled up and gently began to suck on her tits. Then she rolled over and got to her feet, standing there naked in front of him.

"You're so beautiful," he said, gazing at her. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone as beautiful as you."

"You're just saying that because I'm your sister," she retorted. "What about Sheri?"

"Oh, she's all right, but she doesn't hold a candle to you."

"Well, thanks," she said, leaning over and kissing him, giving his cock a squeeze as she quietly slipped out the door. "See you tomorrow."

When June awoke the next morning, she rolled over and gently sucked Art's limp cock into her mouth, softly sucking him awake and back to life. Art came to with a raging hard-on, June's mouth sucking him into her throat. As he lay there enjoying his morning blowjob, he couldn't help thinking about Dawn at work the day before. Here he had the most wonderful wife and he had let Larry's secretary blow him. He sighed as June's tongue began to get his balls churning. Reaching down, he pulled her hips to him, encouraging her to straddle his face in a 69 as she sucked him. Pulling her pussy lips apart, Art ran his tongue into her pussy, tasting the funky remains of last night's action. As he began to eat her pussy, June slowly ground her pussy into his face, humping his nose.

June smiled as she sucked Art's cock. She had been blowing him much more frequently since they moved into the new house and she had discovered the hole in their closet wall. She had noticed it when they were moving in. She hadn't said anything to Art about it at the time, and she was glad she hadn't. When she realized that the other side of the hole was in her son's closet, June had taken to leaving her closet door open, wondering if James would ever discover the hole. A couple of weeks ago she had been fairly certain that he had discovered it, and the forbidden thrill of knowing that someone was watching her, her son at that, had caused a latent exhibitionism to emerge from her. She found herself responding to Art much more than she ever had and enjoying sex with him more, knowing that perhaps James was watching.

Since he and Jamie would be 19 in a little over a week, she figured they were both going through typical adolescent hormonal changes now. They were both such wonderful children, healthy, beautiful, good students. They had never been trouble and she was very proud of them. As she continued to suck Art's cock, his tongue in her pussy was getting her very excited. Sitting up and grinding her pussy into his face, June slid down and mounted his cock quickly, her back to him facing the closet. As she rode up and down on his cock, June imagined that James was watching her. Reaching down between her legs as she rode Art, June found her clit and began to rub and pull on it, increasing her excitement. As she continued to ride him, she could feel herself building to orgasm even as she felt Art's cock tense as it began to spurt his seed into her pussy. Quickly rubbing her clit, her own orgasm took her at the same time, waves of delight running through her body. Then she climbed off of Art and took his cock again into her mouth, returning her pussy to its place on his face as she began to lick and suck all of their combined juices from his dick. At the same time, Art was feasting on the cum cocktail in her pussy, sucking all their combined juices from her cunt. Then she turned and curled up in Art's arms, contented.

James was beating off with a fury, having just watched his parents doing their regular good morning fuck. God, his mother was something. She sucked cock so nicely, he thought, and his father seemed to really like eating her pussy. Well, if it was anything like Jamie's, he thought, he certainly understood. Thinking of Jamie again got him pumping his cock faster in his hand and he began to shoot his load all over the closet as he came. Quickly pulling on some shorts, James quietly went to Jamie's door and opened it. Jamie was lying on the bed naked, her hands clutched between her legs as she slept. She sure looked beautiful, he thought as he entered her room, quietly closing the door behind him. Moving over to her bed, he gently pried her hands from her pussy, trying not to wake her. As he moved her hands and she twitched in her bed, he replaced her hands with his mouth, softly running his tongue into her dripping pussy. I wonder what she's been dreaming about, he thought as he began to nibble her pussy. 

Jamie groaned as she felt the soft tongue nibbling in her pussy in her dream. Then as James began pushing his tongue into her tight little hole, Jamie came awake, realizing that this wasn't her dream anymore. Opening her eyes, she saw that James had crawled into her bed and was sucking on her pussy, waking her wonderfully. Clutching his head, she held him to her pussy, rubbing herself into his face as he probed her cunt with his tongue. As he continued to suck on her, she felt her orgasm approaching. Holding his head against her, she began to tremble as her orgasm shook her, causing her to flood his face with her cum, which he eagerly lapped up. When he finished sucking her dry, he sat up, a smile on his face and her pussy juice smeared all over.




Cheerleader



"Good morning," James said. "I hope you slept well."

"I did, but I woke up even better," Jamie replied, pulling him to her and hugging him. "What are you doing up so early on a Sunday?"

"Oh, I like to get up early and watch mom and dad. They always do it in the morning."

"What were they doing today?" she asked, sitting up.

"You know, they fucked and they sucked, same as every day, just different variations."

"I'd like to watch more often," Jamie confessed. "It's so beautiful, and exciting too."

"Yeah, I know. After watching them I just had to come in here. I hope you don't mind."

"No, no, I'm glad you did. What a wonderful way to wake up," she said, rubbing her pussy with both hands. "I like it."

Just then they heard their parents stirring about in the house, so James quietly left Jamie's room and returned to his own. When they both presented themselves for breakfast a few minutes later, June greeted them both with a hug and a kiss.

"What are you two doing today?" June asked as she fixed breakfast.

"I'm going over to Sheri's to meet her and Heather and Janice," Jamie replied.

"I've got homework and a short practice this afternoon," James explained.

"Well, I've got to go to the office for a couple of hours this morning," Art said.

"Oh, I'll come with you," June volunteered. "Maybe you'll work faster if I'm waiting there for you. Let's all try to meet here for supper," she suggested.

They continued to talk as they ate breakfast, then everyone helped clean up quickly and then June and Art left for his office. As soon as they were gone, Jamie got dressed and was ready to leave for Sheri's.

"What do you all do together all the time?" James inquired.

"Oh, you know, girl things," Jamie replied. "Are you going to go out with Sheri again?" she asked.

"I guess so," he replied. "If she wants to."

"I'm sure she will," Jamie replied. "She's absolutely boy crazy."

"Aren't all girls?" he asked with a grin.

"I know the boy I'm crazy about," she replied, moving over next to him and leaning her body into him. "I'm crazy about the boy who sucks my pussy the best."

James blushed slightly as she said this, then jumped as she reached out and grabbed his cock through his shorts.

"Let me have some of this before I go," Jamie insisted, pulling his shorts down. "You already had some."

As she pulled his shorts down, James just stood there as she fell to her knees and began to suck on his cock. I could really get used to this, he thought, caressing Jamie's head as she continued to lick and suck his now-hard cock. As she began to bob up and down on him, James began to lightly move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Jamie quickly opened her mouth, letting his cock slide back and forth on her tongue as he gently pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Letting her lips close on his cock lightly as he fucked her face, Jamie lightly sucked his cock each time he pulled back, then let him push his cock into the back of her throat. Suddenly he clutched her hair as he pushed his cock all the way into her mouth and began to cum. Jamie greedily swallowed every drop of it, sucking the last of it from the slit in his dick before wiping her mouth and standing up.

"See you later," she laughed as she left James leaning against a wall, his now limp cock dangling in front of him. "We'll try it again tonight," she said as she left the house.

Meanwhile, Art and June arrived at his office. June contented herself with looking around while Art quickly tried to finish up his work. After about an hour or so, June walked into his office and closed the door behind her. With a sly smile on her face, she walked over to Art's desk, standing between Art in his seat and the desk, leaning back against the desk. As Art sat back in his seat and smiled, June slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her beautiful pussy with its light covering of blonde down was right there in front of him.

"Let's dedicate your new desk," June suggested with her eyes bright and a big smile on her face.

"Come, on, pull out that big cock and just fuck me right here, right now, on your desk," she said, sitting on the edge of the desk, her knees wide.

"Come on, Art, fuck me," she said, letting her hand wander to her pussy to run her finger along the slit of her cunt, which was now gaping open just slightly, enough to let Art see her clit peeking out from between her cunt lips.

Getting to his feet, Art dropped his shorts to the floor, pulling down his underwear to free his rapidly growing cock. Moving to position his cock at the entrance to June's pussy, he rubbed it up and down in her slit, letting it get a nice, wet sheen from the moisture already forming. Pressing the head of his cock at the entrance to her hole, Art steadily pushed until his entire cock disappeared into her pussy. June leaned back on her elbows and propped her heels on the edge of the desk, giving Art the best possible access to her pussy as he began to pump his cock into her.

Art began to stroke his cock back and forth into June's pussy, moving easier as her juices began to flow. As he looked down at her, June's head was back and her eyes closed, savoring the feel of his cock sliding back and forth into her eager pussy. As he looked down, Art could see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, her lips clinging to it each time he pulled out, only to swallow him completely as he plunged back in.

Reaching down, Art began to rub and pull on June's clit, causing her to moan as the electricity jolted through her body from her clit, all swollen and bursting with excitement. As he felt his balls building up to explode, the door suddenly opened and Larry stood there, a look of surprise on his face as he saw what was happening. June didn't notice him because her eyes were closed and she was moaning with the approach of her orgasm. Art saw him and froze momentarily, then quickly pumped his cock into Junes' pussy over and over as his balls started dumping their load. As he thrust his cock into her all the way to finish emptying his balls, he looked at Larry, who stood there with a big smile on his face. As June opened her eyes, seeing Larry, he clapped his hands, still smiling broadly.

"I'm real glad to see you making yourselves at home here," he said with a grin. "We're just happy to have you here."

June blushed but couldn't move because Art's cock was still embedded in her pussy, her legs splayed open.

"Well, I'll see you two later," Larry said. "Have a nice day."

As he walked out of Art's office, closing the door behind him, Art fell into his chair, staring at June's wide-open pussy oozing their combined cum. June pushed her skirt down, sitting up, blushing.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "You could have lost your job."

"No, I don't think so," Art replied, pulling his shorts up. "Larry's okay."

"But he saw us fucking on your desk," she said. "I can't believe someone saw us."

"It's all right," Art reassured her. "I'm not bothered by it. Besides, I'm sure you turned him on. He'd probably like to try my desk out himself," he said, standing to leave.

"Come on, let's get out of here. We can go home and take it from there."

* * * * * * * * * *

Jamie didn't stay very long at Sheri's, she had only wanted to talk about what she was going to do to this boy and that boy. Jamie found it boring and said that she had to go do homework. When she got home, she knocked on James' door and found him doing homework.

"Hi," she said. "How's it going?"

"Okay," he replied. "I'm almost done anyway. What are you doing home so soon?"

"Sometimes Sheri's so boring, I just can't take it. She can only talk about boys, what she's done to who and what she's going to do to whoever."

"Does she talk about me?" he inquired.

"Yeah, some."

"What does she say?"

"She likes you. She says you taste good."

"What do you mean?" he blushed.

"I don't know, you tell me," Jamie said. "What does she mean?"

James blushed furiously as he remembered Sheri blowing him. I wonder what Jamie'd think if she knew he had done that with her best friend. As he started to open his mouth and tell her what had happened, they both heard a noise from their parents room. Quietly, they quickly moved into the closet where James put his eye to the hole. As he looked, he could see his parents kissing and pulling each other's clothes off. As soon as they were naked, James could see his mom pushing his dad backwards while she groped for his growing cock, pushing him right towards the closet! When she had almost pushed him into the closet, she stopped and fell to her knees on the floor in front of him and began to lick his cock.

James couldn't believe what he was seeing. They were no more than 3 feet away, right in front of him. He could see every little detail, see his mother's tongue flick out and probe into the slit at the end of his father's cock. Then she opened her mouth and let his cock slide into her mouth until it almost disappeared, then she closed her lips around it and sucked as she drew her head back to grasp the head of his dick between her teeth while her tongue again probed out.

James gasped at the sight and Jamie pushed him aside, putting her eye to the hole. She too gasped as she saw her father's cock right in front of her, her mother sucking on it. It seemed so big up close. She saw her mother let it slide right down into her throat then suck it as it drew out again. Through her fascination with watching her parents, Jamie was also aware of feeling that it looked like it tasted so good. She realized that she wouldn't mind being where her mother was right now, sucking that big, beautiful cock.

Relinquishing the hole to James, she made him pull his cock out before looking into the hole again. As she began sucking on his cock like she had seen her mother do through the hole, James watched his parents. Jamie's sucking was really exciting. He realized that she was trying to do it just like she had seen their mom doing it. It felt really nice when she would try to swallow his entire cock into her throat. She couldn't quite manage, but it still felt great. As June sucked Art's cock in super- slow motion, she hoped that James was in his room and had heard them when they came in. Deliberately maneuvering Art so that they were right in front of the closet, she had begun to suck him, hoping that James would have a particularly good view. As she sucked his cock, June kept glancing towards the hole, trying to determine if anyone's eye was there. Twice she thought she saw a difference in the way the hole looked, but she couldn't be sure. Then she was certain she had seen a glint of light reflecting from within the hole and knew for certain that she was being watched.

Really concentrating on sucking Art in the most sensual way she knew, June slowly licked the length of his cock, then let it slide all the way into her throat, almost completely swallowing it. As she continued to suck Art's cock, she kept looking towards the hole. Then once after drawing Art's cock back out of her mouth, she turned her head towards the hole as she licked the length of his cock, staring at the hole as she licked back and forth, even sucking his balls into her mouth a couple of times. Then before turning to suck Art's cock back into her mouth, without thinking about it, June winked at the hole, slowly and deliberately, then returned her attention to sucking Art's cock.

James almost died when he saw his mother turn towards the hole, seeming to look at it. Jamie's sucking on his cock was driving him crazy and now he thought that his mother was actually looking at him as she licked his father's cock and sucked his balls into her mouth. James was just starting to believe that it was just a coincidence when he saw his mother slowly and deliberately wink at him. He fell back from the hole in shock, even as his balls began pumping their load into Jamie's eagerly sucking mouth. As he lay there in disbelief, Jamie finished sucking the last of his seed from the end of his dick, then turned and put her eye to the hole again.

As she looked into the hole, she could see her mom stop sucking her dad's cock and drop to her hands and knees, her ass pointed right at the hole. Jamie could see her cunt peeking out from between her legs. As she watched, her father positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed it in in one quick stroke. She saw her mother wriggle her ass as she attempted to push herself back against his thrusting cock in her pussy. As Jamie watched this, she pushed her own hand into her pants and began to rub and stroke her own pussy, even as she watched her mother's pussy being pounded by her father's cock right in front of her eyes. She could see her mother's cunt lips clinging to her father's cock as it drew back before each thrust, a sheen of moisture coating it. As she watched, he began to stiffen up as his balls contracted in spasm, then she saw him jam his cock into her as hard as he could as he began to cum. 

James pushed her aside just as Art was pumping his load into her cunt. June suddenly spun around, causing his cock to spurt into the air, then caught it and held her mouth open, the head of his cock resting on her tongue as it finished pumping its pearly white load. Then she slowly sucked the head of his cock and swallowed all of his seed before sitting back on the floor. Looking directly at the hole, she smiled and licked her lips before lying back on the floor, her knees up and her open cunt pointing directly at the hole, now oozing from Art's fucking.

James fell back from the hole, a look of horror on his face.

"What's wrong?" Jamie asked. "What is it?"

"You'll never believe me," he said, "no way."

"Tell me," she insisted.

"Both times I was looking in the hole, both times mom looked right at the hole."

"So what? That was just coincidence," Jamie replied.

"That's what I was thinking," he said, "until she winked at me."

"She what?"

"She winked at me. There's no mistake, she knew I was watching. I can't believe this. What am I going to do?"

"Don't do anything. Why should you do anything? It's obvious she knows and doesn't care. Wow, she's deliberately putting on a show for you. That's really cool."

"Cool? How can you say that? She knows I'm watching her and she always leaves the closet door open. How can she want me to watch her?"

"Oh, I suppose some people like an audience," Jamie said, thinking of Sheri. "Maybe it turns her on to know that someone's watching her."

"You must be nuts."

"Sheri's like that," she said. "She told me."

"Sheri's what?"

"She likes people to see her when she's messing with boys."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. She even let me and Heather and Janice watch her the other night when she went out with John."

"What do you mean you watched her and John? Where?"

So Jamie told him the whole story about Sheri and how she had declared she was going to get any boy she wanted and how she insisted that they be witnesses. When she told him about seeing him, he blushed furiously.

"You mean you saw me with her?" he asked.

"Uh-huh, so did Janice and Heather."

"Oh, no."

"No, they all really liked it. In fact, Sheri let them lick some of your cum off of her tits so they could taste it."

"This isn't happening," he said in despair. "This can't be real."

"It is. She even invited us to watch you two tonight. She said she was going to fuck you this time."

"Really? I mean, what's with her?"

"She's just weird. So are you going to fuck her if she wants you to?"

"I never thought about that. I mean, I've never done it."

"She doesn't care. And I'll be there with Heather and Janice to see."

James just sat back and groaned, his hand on his forehead.

"What am I going to do?"

"I guess you'll either fuck her or you won't," Jamie said with a smile. "I'm sure it's going to be up to you," she said as she flicked his cock with a finger.

"But you watching, that's just not fair."

"Why not? Why don't you want me watching?"

"It's not you, it's all of you."

"Let's turn the tables on her."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I'll make sure Heather and Janice take their clothes off, and when whatever happens with you two is done, instead of you letting her make you get dressed and leave, just get up from the couch and walk into the study. That's where we'll be watching. That should really get them."

"Just walk into the study naked?"

"Sure. Why not? They've already seen you. Now you'll be seeing them. It'll be fun to see how they act."

"I don't know. It seems crazy, the whole thing."

"Well, you could avoid it by breaking your date with Sheri. How do you think you'd explain that at school?"

"I don't know. I hope this works."

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Jamie arrived at Sheri's house about a half hour before she was due to return with James. Heather and Janice were already there. They had been drinking some beer and were a little drunk. As they hid in the study, Heather commented that she was going to end up with soaked panties again.

"Why don't you just take them off?" Jamie inquired.

"What do you mean?" Heather asked.

"Well, that way they won't get soaked, of course. In fact, why don't we all take our clothes off and watch them. It'll be more fun."

"Are you out of your mind?" Janice asked.

"No, it sounds like fun," Heather giggled. "Let's do it. It'll really shock Sheri, too."

So they all took their clothes off until they were all three standing there naked. Heather giggled as she rubbed her pussy.

"It's going to make it all easier, isn't it?" she laughed.

Just then they heard Sheri and James come in the house. Quickly sitting on the floor where they could see into the living room, they saw them come in and go right over to the couch. This time there was no slow seduction. Sheri reached right out and grabbed James' cock through his pants as he reached to pull her blouse open. They quickly helped each other take all their clothes off. When they were naked, Sheri stood up tall and posed, thrusting her tits up into the air, one hand on her hip.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked as James sat on the couch, his cock sticking up in the air.

"Looks just fine to me," he replied, reaching for her. 

He pulled her down onto the couch and pushed his face into her pussy even as she opened her mouth to accept his cock into her throat. They lay in a 69, sucking each other loudly. Meanwhile, Jamie and Heather and Janice were watching them, seeing them locked in their 69. Heather was rubbing her cunt, her knees pulled up. Janice's eyes went from the scene on the couch to Heather right next to her. She was sandwiched between Jamie and Heather, the three of them sitting shoulder to shoulder. 

Suddenly Heather reached over and began pinching her tits, giggling. As she tried to push her hands away, she reached over and pinched Heather's tits. Heather just giggled and said that she didn't mind. Then she continued to rub and pinch Janice's tits. Janice stopped trying to stop her as she watched Sheri and James on the couch. Then Sheri took James' cock from her mouth.

"James, let's do something else."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Please fuck me."

"Are you sure?" he asked, continuing his oral assault on her pussy. "Isn't this enough for you?"

"No, I want you to fuck me. Don't you want to?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't mind this either."

"I need more, James. Please fuck me, now."

Jamie and Heather and Janice held their breaths as they saw Sheri lay on her back, her legs spread wide. As James positioned himself between her legs, Heather stopped pinching Janice's tits as she watched in fascination. Her right hand continued to rub her own pussy, while her left hand fell from Janice's tits to her lap, where it rested lightly on her pussy. Janice hardly seemed to notice as she watched James position his cock at the entrance to Sheri's hole. As he began to push his cock into her, Janice felt Heather's fingers stroking her pussy, pushing into her cunt lips to rub her like she was doing to herself, mesmerized by Sheri and James.




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As James pushed his cock into Sheri's pussy, he couldn't believe the feeling of her cunt walls. It was like liquid velvet. He could feel her cunt muscles gripping his cock, trying to suck it in as he pushed, pushed until there was nowhere else to push to. His cock was buried in her cunt. He couldn't believe the feeling as he began to pump his cock in and out of her pussy. This was even better than a blowjob, he thought. As he fucked her, Sheri was pulling on her nipples and rubbing her clit. She was like a person possessed.

As they watched them fuck, Heather's fingers had been very active in her own and in Janice's pussy. Janice had let her head fall over to rest on Jamie's shoulder, who was watching James fuck Sheri with interest. I'm going to get him to do that to me, too, she thought. It looks like he does it nice. It didn't seem to hurt Sheri at all.

As Janice sat with her head on Jamie's shoulder, her right hand was covering Heather's as she continued to play with her pussy. She could feel her juices beginning to flow. Her left hand had fallen into Jamie's lap and was lightly stroking her pussy. At first Jamie hadn't liked Janice touching her like that, but then it had felt so soft and nice that she hadn't minded, so she had let her legs fall open to make it easier for her. Looking away from Sheri and James for a moment, she saw Heather's hand in Janice's pussy. Reaching over, she pushed her hand under Heather's and began to rub Janice's pussy. It felt nice and soft, warm, too, she thought. As she probed around in Janice's pussy, she felt Janice's fingers part the lips of her pussy, pushing inside to push at her hole.

As she turned her attention back to the couch, she heard James cry out as his orgasm took him. She saw Sheri lock her legs around his back as she held him into her, holding him tightly as he spent himself in her cunt. Then he collapsed on top of Sheri. As she rolled him off of her, Sheri leaned down and took his spent cock in her mouth where she began sucking their combined juices off his cock. When she finished that, she sat back, contented. 

At this point, Jamie quietly moved to the other side of Heather, leaving them between her and the doorway. As Heather continued to stroke Janice's pussy, Jamie reached out and put her hand on Heather's pussy. It felt very warm and sticky as she let her fingers push into her. She could push two of her fingers all the way up into Heather's cunt. It felt real squishy as she rubbed her clit as her two fingers twitched around in her pussy.

Then they heard Sheri telling James that it was getting late and that he had to go. As she was gathering his clothes for him, he started to walk towards the study. Janice and Heather shrank back against her as Sheri quickly jumped after him to stop him, but just like that, James pushed the door all the way open and walked in, turning on the light as he did so. Heather and Janice squealed as James stood there in front of them, his cock swinging in their faces. Sheri stood there with a look of shock on her face as Jamie burst out laughing.

"Well, you wanted to fuck my brother, now you have. You two wanted to watch him fuck her, and you have. What do you have to say now," Jamie asked laughing.

"I can't believe you told him," Sheri stammered. "This was supposed to be between us."

"He's my twin brother and my loyalty is always going to be to him first."

"You just saw your brother fuck me, and what are you three doing with no clothes on?" she insisted indignantly.

"It was Jamie's idea," Heather said, trying to hide her pussy from James.

"Well, I figured if you got to see him, it was only right that he see you," Jamie said.

While they were talking, James' cock had begun to grow again. It was now pointed straight out in front of him. Sheri and Jamie both laughed as they saw the looks on Heather and Janice's faces.

"Go on Heather, you said that you wanted him when I got done. Well, I'm done for the moment. Go ahead."

Heather blushed as James moved over and let his cock stick in her face.

"Go on Heather, open your mouth," Sheri laughed. "You've never kept it shut this long before."

Heather giggled as she reached out and grasped James' cock. Opening her mouth, she let her tongue flick out and tease the end of his cock. James sighed as she closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked. Sitting down, James lay back on the floor as Heather kneeled above his cock, beginning to lick and suck on it. Jamie laughed with delight as she watched Heather sucking James' cock. She knew how nice it was and was surprised to find that she wanted all her friends to know also.

Sheri rubbed her sticky pussy as she watched Heather sucking on James' cock. She didn't really like having to share, but she didn't see she had any choice. She couldn't believe Jamie was just sitting there naked in front of her brother watching him getting a blowjob. She seemed to be enjoying it. After Heather had been sucking on him for about five minutes, Sheri said that she should give Janice a turn. Janice blushed furiously as everyone turned to look at her, James smiling as he held out a hand to her. She had been trying to keep her pussy and tits covered because she was embarrassed, now she gave James her hand and crawled over to him, kneeling next to his throbbing cock.

"Just do like you saw us doing it," Sheri encouraged. "It won't hurt you."

Janice gingerly reached out and grasped his cock, surprised at what it felt like. After squeezing it a few times, she leaned over and licked the head of it, tasting him. Liking it, she began to lick and suck on his cock, just like she had seen Sheri and Heather doing. Jamie smiled as she watched Janice, knowing that she herself had only learned to do it a couple of days before.

While watching Janice begin to suck on James' cock, Heather sat close, her legs open, rubbing herself as she watched. Sheri moved to sit next to Heather, watching Janice suck on James' cock. Hearing Heather's hand squishing in her pussy, Sheri reached over and began to rub it for her, finding it just flooded with juices. Drawing her hand to her mouth, she licked the juices from her hand before returning it to Heather's pussy. Heather responded by reaching over and rubbing Sheri's pussy through all the sticky goo. After a few minutes of this, Sheri encouraged Heather to sit on James' face and let him eat her. Heather blushed as James reached over and pulled her towards him, helping her to straddle his face, her pussy spread open in front of his mouth.

As Janice continued to suck on his cock, James let his tongue push into Heather's soaking pussy, tasting her tangy cunt. Heather just about screamed as she felt his tongue push into her, sucking her pussy. Her juices ran as he sucked her, nibbling on her clit and sucking it into his mouth. She tasted totally different from either Jamie or Sheri, James thought as he sucked her. But as he was quickly learning, a pussy to suck on is a pussy to suck on. He suddenly understood Jamie's attitude much better now as he continued to suck and be sucked.

Then Sheri announced that it was her turn to suck him again and that Janice got to sit on his face. Janice looked up, her face flushed from her exertions, a big smile on her face. As Sheri nudged her aside, Janice pushed Heather off of James' face and assumed her position. She just about died as she felt his tongue probe up into her pussy, softly sucking her clit as she grasped his hair. James' slurping increased as Janice's pussy began to flow, her sweet, syrupy juice running into his mouth. This is the sweetest tasting pussy of them all, he thought. They're all good, this is just delicious, as he sucked her with vigor.

Suddenly, Heather said, "What about Jamie? She's only sitting here."

"What about Jamie?" Sheri asked from around James' cock. "It's her brother."

"Still, no one's doing anything for her."

"Go ahead," Sheri said, resuming her sucking.

Heather moved over next to Jamie where she sat against the wall, her legs pressed together watching James get blown and getting to suck all of her friends. She wanted him so bad. Heather hugged her, rubbing her tits. Teasing her legs apart, Heather began to rub and play with her pussy. Jamie glanced over to James but he couldn't see her, not with Janice's pussy plastered over his face. Leaning back and relaxing, Jamie began to enjoy Heather's fingers playing in her pussy. As she watched Janice rubbing her pussy all over James' face, she wished it could be her sitting there. She loved it when he licked her pussy.

Sheri could feel James' balls getting tight. She knew he was going to cum any minute.

"Hey, Heather, he's going to cum any minute," she said. "Come on over here and finish sucking him. You get to eat his cum."

Giving Jamie a smile, Heather quickly scrambled over to James' cock, sucking it into her mouth. As she began to suck on him, Janice gave a cry and started to cum, her juices bathing James' face as he struggled to lap it all up. Then he gave a groan as his balls started churning, shooting his load into Heather's waiting mouth. Heather eagerly sucked his cock, gulping his cum down. When he finished cumming, Heather sat up, a look of happiness on her face and a dribble of cum on her chin. Wiping it off, she let Janice lick it from her hand.

James lay there exhausted. He had cum at least 3 or 4 times already today. Looking over at Jamie sitting against the wall, he smiled at her. She smile back, though not with the satisfaction he had.

"This isn't fair," James said, sitting up. "You all got to suck me, have me suck you, or fuck you," he said, looking at Sheri. "Jamie's only gotten to watch."

"Well, go ahead, fuck her, too," Sheri laughed.

"One of you should suck her," he said with a grin as Jamie gave him a shocked look.

"Well, that sounds fair to me," Heather said, licking her lips. "I've had mine."

"Go on, Sheri, you do it," James said, smiling at her.

"Why me?" Sheri asked.

"Because this was all your idea to begin with, from what I understand."

"You don't have to do anything," Jamie said. "That's all right."

"Are you too shy to do it in front of your brother?" Sheri demanded. "You sure got to watch him."

"That's not it," she said.

"I think James should get to see you as much as you've seen him," Sheri said mischievously.

"Yeah," Heather added. "It's only fair."

"Go on, Jamie," James said. "Show me."

Blushing, Jamie lay back on the floor, feet flat and knees apart, showing her pussy to them all. As they all gathered around to look at her, James encouraged Sheri to go ahead and start. With a shake of her head, Sheri knelt between Jamie's thighs, her face right in front of her pussy. Using her hands to hold Jamie's pussy lips open, Sheri exposed the inside of her pussy, the clit sticking out from the top and her hole just barely pouting open. As James watched with a grin on his face, Sheri stuck her tongue out and ran it the length of Jamie's cunt, causing her to twitch. Continuing to run her tongue up and down inside Jamie's cunt lips, Jamie's juices started to flow.

While Sheri was beginning to suck on Jamie's pussy, everyone held their breath. The dark hair of Sheri in the fire-red hair of Jamie's cunt was a stark contrast. Heather was kneeling next to them, her face not 12 inches from Sheri's as she watched her suck Jamie, her ass up in the air. James was kneeling next to Heather watching Jamie get her pussy eaten by Sheri. Reaching over behind Heather, he stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy, causing her to jump. Quickly adjusting, Heather pushed back against his hand playing in her cunt.

Then Sheri lifted her face from Jamie's cunt, her juices smeared all over her face. Her eyes had a wild glint in them as she told Heather it was her turn. Heather eagerly positioned herself between Jamie's thighs. James could see that her pussy was all glistening and red. As Heather lowered her face into Jamie's pussy, James plunged his two fingers back into her pussy from behind. When Sheri saw this, she reached over and grabbed his cock, which was already starting to grow again. Quickly massaging him to a state of hardness, Sheri pointed to Heather's pussy, indicating that he should fuck her.

Without saying a word, and not removing his fingers from her pussy, James positioned himself behind her, his cock up against his fingers. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he rubbed her juices all over the head of his cock and then just pushed it into her pussy, replacing his fingers. Heather gasped out loud as she lifted her face from Jamie's pussy when she felt James' cock push into her. Realizing what was happening, she returned to sucking on Jamie.

After a few minutes of this, Sheri announced that it was Janice's turn to suck on Jamie. Without removing his cock from her cunt, Jamie and Heather moved to the side so that Janice could kneel between Jamie's thighs. Positioning himself so that Jamie could watch him plunging his cock into Heather's pussy and also so that he and Heather could watch Janice suck Jamie, he continued to fuck her from behind.

As Janice began to lick and suck Jamie's pussy, Sheri bent over and stuck her tongue into Janice's pussy from behind, causing her to jump. As Janice continued to suck on Jamie, Sheri began to tongue and suck Janice's pussy, savoring the sweet taste. As James continued to pump his cock into Heather, he felt his balls getting tight. Announcing that he was going to cum, Sheri jumped up from Janice's pussy and quickly moved around to where James was pumping into Heather. As James started to cum, Sheri took his cock from Heather's pussy and stuffed it into her own mouth, sucking their combined juices as James dumped his load into her mouth. When he finished cumming, Sheri leaned over Jamie and kissed her, swirling her tongue around in her mouth, letting her taste her brother's cum. Jamie eagerly sucked on Sheri's tongue, wanting to get as much of a taste of James as she could. Then she started cumming as Janice's tongue drove her over the edge. Humping her pussy against her face, she came and came and came, finally laying exhausted on the floor, her legs open and her pussy gaping open.

"Well, isn't this a nice little group," Sheri said laughing, looking at them all lying there naked, cum dripping from everywhere. "Next time we should invite John to join us, make a little more to go around," she suggested.

"Next time?" Jamie asked. "What next time?"

"We've got to do this again," Sheri declared. "This is really having fun. Anyone not enjoy themselves?"

When no one answered, Sheri nodded. "Okay, until next time," she said, going to gather her clothes.

Everyone grabbed their clothes and got dressed, looking a little sheepishly at each other from time to time. Then they all left, knowing that they'd see each other in school the next day.

As they walked home, Jamie told James how much she had wanted to suck him with the others and to have him suck her. It just didn't seem fair, she said, that they had to pretend. James explained that it was a big difference between them sucking on each other in private and in front of others. He wasn't sure if they'd handle it, he said. It had been hard enough for him to accept.

"You sure were beautiful tonight," Jamie said. "Watching them all suck your cock and seeing you lick them, it was beautiful. But seeing you fuck, watching you shove your cock into Sheri and then Heather, well, that was just beautiful. It looked just like dad's in mom."

"It sure was the most incredible experience I've ever had," James agreed. "When I put my cock into Sheri, I couldn't believe what it felt like. It was so soft and velvety, yet it seemed to massage me too. It's hard to explain."

"I can't wait to find out," Jamie said. "It looks so nice."

"You'll have time enough," James said, giving her a glance. "There's no hurry."

"That's easy for you to say," Jamie retorted, "you lost your cherry tonight. I've still got mine. And I'll tell you something else, I want you to be the first one for me. I'm not really interested in anyone and I trust you more than anyone in the whole world. I know you'll be gentle and not hurt me."

"What has gotten into you?" James asked. "I can't fuck you, you're my sister."

"Don't worry, I've been taking the pill for over a year for my period. I won't get pregnant."

"Aside from that, we can't."

"Well, you're going to do it to me, that's all I've got to say."

The next day, Art arrived at work somewhat in trepidation. He didn't know yet really how Larry was going to treat what had happened yesterday. As he walked into the office, Dawn greeted him with a big smile, asking if his weekend had been nice. With a smile, Art walked into his office and began to work. He worked hard until lunch time, then as he was getting ready to go for lunch, Larry called him into his office.

"Have some lunch with me," he said. "I had it sent over."

As Art sat down to eat, Larry talked noncommittally about the job they were working on. Then as they were eating, Larry turned on the TV and told Art to watch this new video he had just gotten. As the video started, Art realized that he was looking at his own office. Then the video jumped to when June walked into his office yesterday. As he sat there with his mouth hanging open, Art watched as June came and sat on his desk and pulled up her skirt. He could clearly see her pussy in the video. He looked at Larry and he was smiling, watching Art watch the video. As Art continued to watch, he saw himself fucking June, saw his cock plunging in and out of her as she writhed on his desk. Then he saw Larry walk into his office as he began to cum and stand there and watch them. Then the video ended.

Art sat there in silence. He was stunned. He didn't know what to say. Larry had a video of him fucking June on his desk. What did he want? Larry laughed at the look on Art's face.

"Relax," he said. "It's cool. We have surveillance cameras in every room. They came with the building."

"Why did you do that?" Art asked.

"Oh, it was actually an accident, a lucky one, though," Larry replied. "Do you think June would like to see it," he laughed.

"She'd die if she knew about it. I don't know what she'd do."

"Well, I'd like to show it to her, see if she's interested in letting me try the desk out."

Art looked at Larry in astonishment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was telling him that he wanted to fuck his wife.

"You're talking about my wife," Art said angrily.

"Oh, I don't want to take her from you, nothing like that. I just want to take her for a test ride as it were. It's nothing personal."

"You're out of your mind," Art said. "This isn't funny."

"No, it's not," Larry agreed. "But let's put it this way, if you don't want me to show her that video, maybe you'd rather I showed her this one, as he started the VCR again.

As Art looked at the video, he saw Dawn walk into his office and stand behind his desk. He almost passed out as he realized what he was going to see. At that moment, Larry paused the tape and called Dawn into the office, looking at Art with a smile on his face. Art looked shocked as Dawn walked into the office. Larry hit the play button and the video continued, showing Dawn leaning over the desk, then turning and pulling his head into her tits. Dawn laughed as she saw the expression on Art's face in the video. She hadn't been able to see it the other day, her tits were in the way. As Art watched in horror, he saw Dawn dropping to her knees and blowing him.

As the video ended, Larry laughed. He told Dawn to come around to his side of the desk and pull her skirt up and sit on his desk just like June had done. Giggling, Dawn hiked up her skirt, showing that she didn't wear any underwear, and sat on Larry's desk in front of him, her legs apart and her pussy open and wet. Larry laughed at the look on Art's face as he took his cock out of his pants and pushed it into Dawn. He fucked her for a few minutes, then pulled his cock out, all glistening with her juices.




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"Go on, Art, give Dawn a test drive," he said.

Art just sat there mesmerized. He could see Dawn's pussy glistening with Larry's cock dangling in front of it. Larry moved around to Art and pulled him to his feet. Giving him a push, he pushed him in between Dawn's legs where he could see right into her pussy. Dawn reached out and pulled his zipper down, unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out as they fell. Art couldn't help it as his cock jumped to its full length, throbbing with desire as he looked at Dawn's pussy in front of him. With a cry of rage, he plunged his cock into her, fucking her as hard as he could, pounding her pussy as he tried to vent his rage. He couldn't believe they had those videos. It just wasn't fair. Then just that quickly, he came, pouring his seed into her cunt, filling her. Dawn reached down and squeezed his cock as it pulled out of her, rubbing their juices all over. Art fell into the seat, physically and emotionally drained. Dawn quickly knelt down and licked his cock, sucking it clean before standing up and leaving the office.

"You see," Larry said, "that wasn't so bad. She's a pretty good fuck for a secretary. And she's ready to fuck or suck any time you want. It's just another perk. Don't worry about it. Here, check this out," he said, pushing some buttons.

Then suddenly, there it was, him standing right there pounding Dawn's cunt feverishly. They had everything on tape.

"Now, look," Larry said, "you just get your wife down here so I can show her the tape of you two. I won't show her any of the others. You just leave it up to me. I won't make her do anything she doesn't want to do. Just let me try."

"You don't give me much of a choice," Art said.

"I think it's a hell of a choice," Larry disagreed. "I could just send her a tape of you and Dawn, not say anything at all about the other. I'm willing to do just the opposite. Now, go on, take off for the day, but don't forget to find some reason to send June over here. I'll be expecting her."

Art drove home in a daze, not believing how his world had just come crashing down about his head. As he drove, Art decided on a story to tell June. When he got home, Art told June that he had a headache and that it had made him sick to his stomach. He went in to lie down, asking June to check on him in an hour. When June checked on him an hour later, he said he was feeling a bit better but that he remembered that he had left some important papers on his desk that he would need to go over if he felt better later. He asked her if she minded getting them for him. June said she didn't mind and drove over to the office.

As she got there, the secretary, Dawn, greeted her and Larry came out from his office to say hello. Remembering the day before, June blushed. Larry asked how he could help her and she explained that she had come for some of Art's papers. Larry laughed and said Art worked too hard, that she shouldn't worry about any papers today. As an afterthought, he invited her into his office for a drink. June thought it was a little early for a drink but figured it wouldn't hurt to have one.

As Larry poured them drinks, he asked if she was settling in well in her new house and how she liked the town. June replied that everything was more than she ever could have hoped for and that she was happier than she had ever been. Larry smiled and told her how happy that made him. Then he apologized for having interrupted them the day before. June blushed as she said that they shouldn't have been doing anything like that in the office and that it served them right.

"I must admit," Larry said, "it was quite a sight. You're very beautiful, you know."

June blushed and said she was sure it must have been a sight.

"Would you like to see how it looked to me?" Larry asked with a smile.

June looked puzzled as she asked him what he meant.

"Just that, would you like to see how it looked?"

"How is that possible?" June asked, confused.

"Oh, anything's possible," Larry said with a laugh. "Would you like to see?"

"Well, okay," June said, quickly gulping her drink down. This was getting strange.

Larry moved out from his side of the desk and sat next to June. Picking up the VCR control, he told her to watch. Pushing some buttons, the video started, just showing Art's empty office. June gasped as she realized what he was going to show her, and just at that moment the tape skipped to showing her entering the office. June gasped again as she looked at Larry, who just smiled at her.

As she watched, she saw herself walk around the desk and sit on it, her skirt pulled up and her pussy showing. Pushing the freeze-frame button, Larry turned to her.

"You have a most beautiful pussy, June. It looks particularly tasty."

"What are you doing?" June shouted. "How could you have this?"

Larry chuckled as he hit the button to resume play. June sat there and watched as Art fucked her. If she could get over the horror of the circumstances, she actually enjoyed watching herself in the video. Larry watched her carefully as she watched, noting her posture relaxing as she accepted what she was seeing. Then June saw Larry walk into the office and catch them as Art was cumming. She sat there blushing as the video ended and Larry turned the machine off.

"That was a most inspiring scene," he said. "It's so inspiring that I find myself wanting to try it."

June looked at him in shock. What was he saying?

"Wouldn't you like to try that with me, June?" Larry asked with a smile. "It sure looks like a lot of fun."

"I love my husband," she said. "I could never cheat on him."

"I'm not asking you to cheat on him. I don't want to steal your affections, I just want to sample your body. I find you very attractive."

"Well, you're attractive too," June said, "but that's not reason for what you suggest. What about your wife?"

"Oh, she's only interested in my happiness," he replied.

"And I'm only interested in Art's," June said. "This wouldn't make him very happy."

"Do you think that would make him more unhappy than losing his job?"

"What are you saying?"

"Well, I don't know if I can continue to employ someone who behaves in such a fashion in the office. I might have to reconsider his employment."

"You can't do that," June cried. "We've sold everything to get here. We have nowhere to go."

"And there's no reason for you to go, either," Larry said. "I hope we all work together and are friends for a long, long time."

"I just have to let you fuck me though?"

"Well, that is the easiest solution, isn't it?"

"You've got to promise you'll never tell Art," she said. "It would break his heart."

"Oh course," he reassured her. "This will be just between the two of us."

With that, he got to his feet, pulling her to her feet at the same time. As she stood there with her hands clenched at her side, Larry pulled her to him and kissed her, probing in her mouth for her tongue with his. As he continued to kiss her, softly sucking her tongue into his mouth, he could feel her relax. Stepping back, he pulled her pullover over her head, releasing her tits to his view. Bending forward, he sucked first one, then the other into his mouth, lightly chewing her nipples as they hardened. When he released her skirt, it fell to the ground, leaving her only in her panties. With a little encouragement, June stepped out of them, leaving her naked in front of him.

As he gazed at her body as she stood in front of him, Larry quickly pulled his own clothes off until he was standing naked as well, his cock standing out in front of him. He encouraged her to sit on the edge of his desk, just like she had done for Art. When she hopped up on the desk, he gently pushed her until she was lying on her back, her head dangling off the front of the desk, her feet resting on the desk, her pussy completely open to his gaze.

Sitting in his chair, he pulled up until his face was right in front of her pussy. She could feel his breath on her. Then he leaned forward, dragging his tongue into her pussy and sticking it all the way into her hole, gluing his mouth to her hole and sucking. June moaned as Larry began his oral assault on her pussy. He was driving her nuts with his tongue, flitting here and there as he sucked her. Then he stopped and stood up, quickly moving around the desk to where her head was hanging over. Her eyes widened as she saw him approaching her head. Bending down, he kissed her again, letting her taste herself on him. Then standing, he pushed his cock between her lips, sliding it down her tongue into the back of her throat.

June began to suck his cock. Sucking his cock into her mouth, June licked and sucked it eagerly. Then she bit him lightly on the head of his cock. He jumped about three feet as she smiled at him. Moving back around the desk, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then pushed, driving his cock all the way in, luxuriating in the feel of her pussy clasping his cock. He could feel her cunt muscles milking him as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. As he continued to fuck her, he reached down and began to twist and pull on her clit, causing her to squirm all over the desk. She started to moan as her orgasm overcame her, shaking as her juices drained from her. Then she felt his cock start to spurt inside of her, filling her with his cum. 

As he finished cumming, Larry pushed a button on his desk and moved around to her head again, where he presented his gooey cock to her mouth. Opening her mouth, June happily let him fuck her in the mouth, tasting her own pussy all over it. She had always loved the taste of herself and this was no exception. She felt him grab her by the head as he pushed his entire cock into her mouth, filling it, even though it was no longer as hard. At the same moment, June felt someone's breath on her pussy even as she felt a tongue slide up into her. She tried to sit up to see, but Larry held her head firmly as he kept his cock in her mouth. June quickly relaxed as the tongue in her pussy licked and sucked her dry. It really felt wonderful having a cock in her mouth and a mouth on her pussy at the same time. She began to suck with a renewed excitement.

Then just as quickly as it had started, the mouth on her pussy disappeared. Larry pulled his cock from her mouth and helped her to sit up. When she did, she saw Dawn sitting in Larry's seat, cunt juice smeared all over her face.

"Your pussy sure tastes nice, especially with Larry's cum," she said with a smile. "I hope I didn't bother you."

"No, no, that was very nice, actually," June said. "In fact, it was all very nice. I don't feel so bad. But I still don't want you to tell Art," she said. "He wouldn't appreciate it."

Larry and Dawn laughed as they helped June back into her clothes. As she went to leave, Larry said that he thought it would be a good idea if she could work for them on a part-time basis, two or three days a week for a couple of hours each time. It's good to get everyone involved in the business, he said. Since June didn't do anything during the week aside from being a housewife, she said she'd give it a try.

"Good. You can tell Art when you get home," Larry said, kissing her as she left.

June was a little confused as she drove home. She had been totally repelled at the idea when Larry had first suggested fucking her, now she found that she had actually enjoyed it very much, the feel of a strange cock in her pussy and in her mouth, and Dawn sucking her. She had never been with a woman before. She had no idea it was so nice and gentle. When she got home, she checked on Art and his headache was better. When he asked where the papers were, June said that Larry said not to bother. Then she told him about her new job.

Art just sat there with a shocked look on his face as she told him. June couldn't understand his reaction.

"So he showed you the video, didn't he?" he asked.

"What are you talking about," June stammered, blushing.

"You know what video I'm talking about. He showed it to me this morning and told me he'd fire me if I didn't convince you to go to the office somehow."

"You knew what he was going to do?" June asked, shocked.

"I didn't feel like I had a choice. He told me he wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to do. I sort of thought you'd deal with him."

"Well, when he told me he'd fire you if I didn't do what he wanted, I didn't feel like I had any choice. I know how much this job and the money means to you, to us. I hope you're not mad at me. I didn't know what to do."

"It's not your fault," Art said, holding her. "It's as much my fault as anyone's. I should have found out more about him before accepting the job. If I had known, we'd still be in Oregon."

June was taking a shower when James and Jamie got home. Jamie told her father that she needed him to go with her to a meeting about school, so he left with her after telling June that he'd be back in a couple of hours. As June got out of the shower, she pulled her housecoat from the closet, noticing as she did so the change in light where the hole was. Smiling, she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread and began to rub and play with herself, all the while watching the hole. 

After a few minutes, she walked to the closet, one hand still in her pussy. Quickly bending down, she called into the hole for James to come out of there right now. Hearing a scrambling from the other side of the wall, June waited for James to come to her room. When he didn't, she walked down the hall to his, knocking on the door.

"I'm doing homework," he shouted from the other side of the door.

"Let me in right now, young man," June said. "You open this door right now."

As James opened the door, June could see that he was frightened as well as embarrassed. James quickly retreated to the bed, where he sat with a pillow on his lap, staring at his mother in her housecoat. It didn't hide much. June stood there looking at him for a minute, then walked over to the closet and opened it up. Bending over to see the hole, she turned to James.

"When did you find that hole?" she asked.

"A couple of weeks ago," he replied quietly, afraid.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," she said. "I'm not going to punish you."

"You're not?" he asked.

"No, of course not. I wanted you to find that hole."

"But why?"

"I thought it would be a good way for you to learn about some things," she said. "I wanted you to know how things were supposed to be, not the way you would hear about them in school from your friends. Did you like watching?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah."

"What did you like?"

"Gosh, everything."

"Would you like to see it without having to look through the hole?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you'd like, you can look at me right here, not have to look through the hole to see."

"Gosh, really?"

"If you want to. You only have to ask me. There's nothing to be ashamed of, that's what I'm trying to teach you."

"What about dad?"

"Your father doesn't know about the hole."

"He doesn't?"

"No. I haven't told him. It's our little secret."

Seeing the look on his face, she asked, "You haven't told anyone about this, have you?"

"No, no. But --"

"But what? You haven't told anyone, have you?" June insisted.

"Well, no, but Jamie caught me looking one day."

"Jamie did?"

"Yeah."

"Did she look too?"

"Uh-huh."

"And what did she say?"

"She thinks it's beautiful, that's her word."

"And you, what do you think?"

"It's more than beautiful to me."

"So, back to my question, would you like to see me like this, not through the hole?"

"If you want me to. I mean, sure."

With that, June moved over and sat on the edge of the bed next to James. It was hard to realize that this was her soon-to-be 19-year-old son. He was so big already. Opening her housecoat, June let it fall to her waist, showing her tits to James. James gasped as he saw them right in front of his eyes. They were bigger than the ones he had seen recently.

"You can touch them if you'd like," June said. "Go ahead and feel them."

Hesitantly, James reached out a hand and stroked one of her tits. When she didn't move away, he got a little bolder, cupping them in his hands, feeling their weight. Then he squeezed her nipples, watching them as they quickly grew and stood out from her tits.

"You see how sensitive they are?" June asked. "You should always remember that."

Standing up, June let the housecoat fall to the floor, standing there naked in front of her son. She liked the way he gazed at her, so full of awe. He wouldn't be in such awe if he knew what his mother had done today, she thought. Standing in front of him, she slowly turned around, letting him see her. Sitting back down on his bed, June lay back.

"I want to show you what a woman looks like and how things work," she said. "You watch closely," she said as she opened her legs, drawing her knees up, exposing her cunt to his view.

James gasped as he saw his mother's cunt right in front of him. He could see how soft and downy her hair was, barely covering her slit. Using her hands, June pulled her cunt lips open, showing him the inside of her pussy. As James stared with his mouth hanging open, June showed him her clit with her fingers, then showed him her hole, letting a finger slide into it.

"Go ahead, touch it, explore a little," June said, still holding her cunt lips open. 

She watched him lean closer, his face almost in her pussy. He hesitantly reached out a finger and let it glide up and down the length of her pussy, outlining the inner and outer lips, circling her clit before pressing on it, then finally pushing a finger into her. Propping herself up on her elbows to watch him, June smiled. He was such a sweet boy.

"You've seen that the only things you can do with two people is with your hands, your mouth and your own member. You've seen your father licking me?"

"Yes."

"And what did you think of that?"

"It looked nice," he said.

"You try it, just like you did with your fingers. You won't hurt me and I'd rather you learned it from me the proper way."

"You're sure?"

"Go ahead. I'm your mother, remember."

Very slowly James bent his face to his mother's pussy. Cautiously flicking his tongue out, he tasted her. She had a nice taste, so James let his tongue trail up and down her pussy, circling her clit before pushing on it, then sliding down to her hole, where he pushed his tongue into her, lightly sucking her pussy. Then he looked up at his mother.

"You do that very nicely," she said. "You learned that watching your father?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, you learned very well. Remember, any time you want to know something about sex or you want to learn to do something, you can come to me. This will be our secret. We won't tell your father. Also, you can keep watching us through the hole. It's a good way to learn," she said as she pulled her housecoat back on. "Now, you study and your father and sister should be back soon."

With that she left the room, returning to her own room to take a nap and reflect on the most outrageous day of her life. She had to have that talk with James, he had been watching for a couple of weeks now. It was necessary to explain things to him. He had proved remarkably unshy about seeing and touching her. It had to be because he was used to seeing her through the hole. That turned out to be a wonderful thing.

When his mother left his room, James just about died. He couldn't believe his mother had come in here like that and let him see and touch her body. She was really something. He couldn't wait to see his father with her again. Now he had a totally new appreciation for her. She smelled so good, and her taste had been very interesting. He wished he had had the nerve to continue eating her. He was sure her cum tasted wonderful. How was he going to tell Jamie about this? Could he tell Jamie about this?