0 comments/ 129641 views/ 17 favorites The Cheerleader's Leader By: Stalkerman Sandy's mouth was dry as the coach closed the door of his office, but he smiled at her encouragingly, and she relaxed a little. "I got your letter, Sandy," he said. "I understand your concern, and I'll certainly have a word with the guys on the squad." "Thanks, Coach," she replied, then hesitated a little before going on. "But I feel I really must get through to you that we could have a real problem on our hands. This really has gone beyond what you might think of as 'high jinks' on the part of the guys - some of the cheerleaders are really scared." "Look, Sandy," said the coach, his brow furrowed. "I've got one major priority this year - to win the State Championship for the third season running. We've got three stand-out performers on the team and I need all three of them to play every game if we're to win that title again." "And two of them figure in nearly every serious complaint I've had," rejoined Sandy. "Yeah," he agreed, reluctantly. "Well, Joe and Tommy - they're a coupla lively guys - specially Joe! For Chrissake, Sandy, they're practically men. It's only natural they're interested in .... you know. And let's face it, you girls, in your short skirts an' all - well, you can't complain if the guys get .... well, a bit aggressive from time to time." "That doesn't give them the right to touch us in ..... places we don't want them to," retorted Sandy, angrily. She could feel her cheeks burning as her anger rose, and her voice became shrill. "Hey," he smiled. "Some of them don't seem to mind too much. I saw Joe on the back seat of the coach with Karen after the last away tie - she wasn't complaining, and I wouldn't like to say where Joe's hands were." Sandy's throat tightened at the mention of Karen. It was an open secret that she was Joe's 'steady lay' and Sandy wished she wasn't on the cheerleading squad. She was the least hard-working of all of them and Sandy was sure she had only joined so that she could parade her 'charms' to as many people as possible. "Well, anyway, Coach," she said, biting back her anger, "if you can't get them to cut it out, I'll have to go to the Principal and make a formal complaint." "Yeah, okay, Sandy," he replied. "Just leave it with me." As she left the office, Sandy knew she had achieved precisely nothing. The dim-witted coach would have a 'quiet chat' interspersed with a few near the knuckle jokes, and things would go on as before. She recalled the panicky expression on Ruth's face as she had stumbled off the coach from the training-ground three days earlier and her heart sank. "What's wrong?” she had asked the little dark-haired girl, and had thought she was about to burst into tears. She would say nothing until they were in Sandy's bedroom, with the door tightly closed - then she opened up. "I was sitting at the front of the coach when we drew up at the school yard," Ruth explained, "but the guys said the door was jammed at that end, and I'd have to go out the back. So the guys at the front of the coach stood back to let me walk back down the aisle but, when I got a little way down, they were all standing up, all over the bus, and I was hemmed in amongst them." "Then someone touched the inside of the top of my leg. It was a shock, and I - well, I guess, I screamed a little. The guys laughed and the hand came back, but this time it grabbed me, and squeezed, then started sliding ... up. You know?" Her mouth suddenly dry, Sandy nodded. "Go on," she said, in a low voice, her mind full of images of - inevitably - herself, in Ruth's helpless situation. "Well, I grabbed the hand, but then there was another one - and another, and they were all laughing. I started pushing desperately down the aisle and they sort of let me keep moving, but only very slowly and, all the time, their hands kept coming at me. They touched my panties - front and back - and one tried to pull them down! And they were on my ... my chest, too. Pushing and .. and squeezing and making comments." By now, tears had welled up and were rolling down Ruth's cheeks, and Sandy put an arm round her, instinctively. Ruth looked at her, gratefully, and held Sandy's hand. "Did they .... do any more?" Sandy had asked, and Ruth shook her head. "No," she replied, shakily. "I got to the back door and jumped out, and then I saw you!" Since then, Sandy had asked around the girls and had uncovered at least half a dozen stories of similar instances. As their leader, she knew she had to battle on their behalf, hence her report, and abortive visit, to the football coach that afternoon, but she felt the trouble was only beginning ................................... "We gotta teach that tightass, Sandy, a lesson!" Joe McQuire's handsome face was twisted in a snarling leer. He was still burning with suppressed rage after his confidential chat with the coach. Tommy seemed dubious. "Dontcha think we'd better go easy for a bit, Joe? I mean, he might dump us off the team, or suspend us, or something." "Oh, use your head, dummy," sneered Joe. "He drops us - he loses the title. He's on a $10,000 bonus to win that title. Hell'll freeze over before he dumps you and me - well, me anyway. No, I'm gonna sort that frigid little bitch out - and you and Karen are gonna help me." Tommy felt a flutter in his guts as he eyed Joe's determined face. "What can Karen do?" he asked. "She can set her up - somewhere quiet where we can have a private little chat. I think I know what's wrong with Sandy Jackson .......... " **************************************** Karen watched covertly as the dressing-room slowly emptied, but continued to engage Sandy in conversation. God, how she hated the stuck-up bitch! Asking her advice - on math, of all things! - was about as much as she could take. It was only the thought of Joe sorting her out good and proper which kept her going, feigning interest in Sandy's condescending replies to her guileless questions. Now, only Ruth was hanging around. "I'll walk you home," she called to Sandy as she left. "O.K.", called Sandy. "I'll see you in a couple of minutes." "I'll have to go now," she said to Karen, starting to pack her gym clothes in a hold-all. "I hope that helped." "Yeah, thanks a lot," Karen flung over her shoulder as she hurried from the room, into the corridor. She knocked softly on the door of the boys' changing-room. It opened, and Joe looked out. "O.K.?" he asked. Karen nodded, her breathing tight. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue darted inside her lips and his hand grabbed her full, soft breast, making her gasp. Looking over his shoulder, she met Tommy's gaze and lowered her eyelids. Wouldn't you just like to? she thought. You will, too, if Joe has his way - you on one, him on the other! She felt the familiar flutter in her insides. But Joe and Tommy were past her and making for the door of the girls' changing-room ...... Karen stood, irresolute, in the corridor as the boys slipped in through the door, then, her curiosity getting the better of her, she followed them, soundlessly. She could see Joe and Tommy creeping along the rows of lockers, then Joe put his hand out and stopped Tommy. He jerked his head, then the pair of them disappeared into the row. Karen hurried after them and peered round the end locker. Sandy, dressed in T-shirt and jeans, was bending over the bench, packing her sports bag, her blonde hair still damp from the shower. Karen watched, her heart beating rapidly, as the two boys, Joe in the lead, crept up behind her. As he reached the engrossed girl, Joe whispered - "Hi, frigid!" and placed his hand, confidently, on her bottom. She gasped, and leapt upright, knocking her knee on the bench. She whirled round to face the boys, her face white with rage. "You keep your hands off me!" she hissed. "You shouldn't even be in here!" "So, what you gonna do about it?" sneered Joe. "They've all gone home. 'Sides, we need to talk." "I've nothing to say to you, you creep!” retorted Sandy, half-turning to pick up her bag, but Joe pushed it along the bench and grabbed her arm, whirling her round to face him. She staggered back against the bench and Joe caught her wrists. "Hey, man," he said to Tommy. "Hold her arms behind her." "Well, I dunno," replied his friend. "Do it!" rapped Joe, and Tommy hesitantly took hold of the struggling girl's wrists and manoeuvred himself behind her, holding her arms down behind her back. Karen felt her excitement rise as she watched Sandy struggle in Tommy's grip. With her arms pulled down behind her back, her shoulders were straight and the shape of her breasts was clearly outlined against the material of her T-shirt. Joe stood back and insolently looked the girl up and down. He licked his lips reflectively, then his hands reached out and casually pulled the T-shirt out of her jeans. "Don't you dare touch me," breathed Sandy, but her voice now held more of apprehension than anger, and Joe just leered, then slid his hands under the T-shirt to touch the bare skin of her midriff. Karen waited for him to start warning Sandy about going to the coach again, but he remained silent, a curious, fixed expression on his face. Karen felt a little stir of fear. Joe sometimes looked like that with her - always before he started acting, or talking, real 'dirty' - like when he talked about stripping her naked in front of Tommy, or the rest of the guys on the squad, or passing her round them all for a feel........ His hands tracing little circles on the trembling girl's skin, Joe suddenly laughed. "Hey, Tom," he said. "Is she feeling your dick behind there?" Tommy reddened, then shook his head. "Is it hard?" persisted Joe, and Tommy muttered, "Hey, come on, man." "Come on!" sneered Joe. "Give her a feel of it! After all," he added, softly, "it's only fair." As he spoke, his right hand dropped between the astonished girl's thighs and squeezed her crotch through her jeans. Sandy screamed, and writhed frantically, but Joe's hand remained clamped between her wriggling thighs. As she continued to scream loudly, however, a look of irritation crossed his face and he dragged a filthy handkerchief out of his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. "Man, that's better," he breathed, as the screaming suddenly stopped, then, looking around the lockers, picked up a discarded running-vest and, pushing Tommy aside, grabbed the girl's wrists and tied them in front of her. Then, with a violent upward jerk, he pulled her arms up and hooked the vest over a projection on the top of the end locker so that she stood, arms upraised, her back to the cold metal. Sandy was fully stretched, her heels just touching the floor, her T-shirt pulled up to show an inch or so of her flat stomach over the belt of her jeans. Her brown eyes, which contrasted so spectacularly with her honey-blonde hair, were frightened and pleading as she writhed fruitlessly against the restriction on her slender wrists. Watching breathlessly, Karen felt the pit of her stomach liquefy with a combination of fear and stimulation. For the first time, she realised that Joe was not going to settle for just talking Sandy into ceasing her complaints. She knew that look in Joe's eyes - knew it only too well - and could almost find it in her to feel sorry for the helpless girl. Almost - but not quite. Karen's cheeks reddened as she recalled Sandy's horrified rejection of Karen's attempt to share a bunk with her one night at summer camp the previous July. Three or four of the girls had shared a couple of bottles of wine on a balmy evening round an open fire - along with some pretty intimate conversation, which had stimulated Karen enormously. Sandy had partaken of very little wine, nor had she disclosed any intimate secrets about herself, but Karen, watching her closely, and ever more affectionately, thought she could discern a mounting excitement beneath the apparent cool blonde detachment. When, at last, they returned to the very basic two-girl bedroom they had been allocated to share together, Karen was in a ferment of anticipation, convinced that she had detected an awareness from the other girl of a sexual attraction between them, which undressing together for bed, with appropriately-timed comments, would surely lead to a night of mutually-satisfying physical exploration, stimulation and, eventually, satisfaction. Once the bedroom door was closed, Karen lost no time in shedding her T-shirt and brassiere then, turning to face Sandy, cupped her full breasts in her hands and said - "It's such a relief to get that bra off - my nips got so hard out there, they were hurting." Sandy, however, merely smiled in an absent sort of way and picked up her washbag and nightdress, preparatory to going to the bathroom. Suddenly, Karen realised that Sandy was going to undress and change for bed in the bathroom and grabbed her own washbag. "Wait up," she said. "I'll come with you." "Aren't you going to . . .?" - Sandy nodded, slightly embarrassed, towards Karen's exposed breasts. "Oh, no!" laughed Karen. "We're all girls here!" Then, pressing what she saw as her advantage, she suggested - "You take yours off, too!" "I don't think so," responded Sandy. "After all, the boys are in the block opposite and the corridor windows aren't covered." "So, give them a thrill!" said Karen. "Imagine how they'd beat themselves off if they got a sneaky look at our tits! Joe told me they're always trying to see into the showers when we're in there, after cheerleading practice." Sandy stopped, her hand on the doorknob, her face showing concern. "Do they?" "You bet!" rejoined Karen. "What do you think?" "But - do they ever - succeed? Have they ever . . .?" "They can only see one corner - over at the far end." "But that's where Ruth and Gillian always go," exclaimed Sandy, horrified. "Yeah," agreed Karen, casually. "They like Ruth's chubby little tits and Gillian's ginger bush, but Joe's always at me to get some of the others over there, for a bit of variety!" Sandy opened her mouth to say something else, then turned and left the room. Karen decided not to follow her, but stripped off the rest of her clothes and was cleaning her teeth at the washbasin when Sandy returned. Karen was aware of Sandy's momentary hesitation at the door when confronted with a rear view of Karen, totally naked, and she turned round as Sandy stepped inside. Involuntarily, Sandy's eyes dropped to the dark thatch between Karen's thighs, and Karen smiled in satisfaction. It was not only Gillian's copper bush that Joe admired and, clearly, Karen's black one had attractions for her roommate, as well. Sandy's nightdress came down to mid-thigh and, suddenly, Karen reached forward and lifted the hem. Sandy jumped back and pushed Karen's hand away, but not before Karen had seen the golden triangle at the apex of Sandy's slim thighs. "Oh, come on!" said Karen. "I showed you mine - you show me yours! Hey - come and feel it! You can feel my tits as well - oh, come on - I'm feeling really horny!" The frustration and rage of that night came back to Karen with awful clarity - the total contempt Sandy had shown as she spurned the other girl's advances, and Karen's vengeful fantasies as she lay, alone, in her bed in the dark. She hadn't slept until, at last, her flying fingers had brought her to climax, accompanied by a mental scenario where a naked, pleading Sandy had rolled around in the dust at her feet, manipulating a large green banana between her elegant, but widespread, thighs. And now she was about to see the ice maiden humiliated, at last. Momentarily, she forgot the need to conceal herself in her desire not to miss any of the "action". She leaned out a little too far, and Tommy spotted her. "Karen?" he blurted out, and Joe whirled round, his brow darkening. Karen stood stockstill, terrified. There was a momentary silence, then Joe relaxed, with a grin. "Hey, baby," he said. "You're just in time! Come here!" Hesitantly, she walked towards him as he opened his arms for her. He folded them round her and nuzzled her neck, his hands fondling her bottom through her regulation school skirt. Then he turned her round to face away from him and placed her hands behind his hips before blatantly squeezing her breasts, through her blouse, in full view of Tommy and Sandy. Sandy snatched her eyes away, but Tommy stared, hungrily, as Joe's fingers kneaded the soft mounds proprietorially. Karen closed her eyes and leaned back on Joe, pulling his hips towards her, feeling his hard penis up against her buttocks. Then his hands left her breasts and took her hands again and, before she knew what was happening, Joe was wrapping the belt from his jeans round her wrists. Too late, she tried to struggle. The belt bit into her wrists and Joe hooked it up onto the projection on the locker opposite the one to which Sandy was imprisoned. Joe stood back and smiled at Tommy. "You've always wanted her tits, haven't you, man? Well, I'm going to be busy for a while, so - be my guest!" Karen began to protest, but Joe silenced her with a glare, then turned to Tommy again. "Go on, boy - now's your chance! Get them tits out and have yourself a play. She wants you to, really." Her legs shaking, Karen watched as Tommy fought with his innate decency and tried to summon up the courage to defy both Joe, and his baser instincts. As usual, he lost, and Joe watched with interest as his hands reached for Karen's blouse. As they reached her top button, however, he groaned and, instead, cupped the full mounds of her breasts and squeezed them, again and again. "Oh, man," he breathed, then his fingers flew to her blouse buttons and hastily undid them, pulling her blouse out of her skirt at the same time. Then his hands slipped under the freed blouse and caressed the full flesh of her upper body, lingering on her waist and shoulders, his eyes, however, fixed on the deep cleavage between the cups of her pristine white brassiere. His hands then gripped the back of her bra and groped for the clip. "Try the front, man," drawled Joe. "She don't have back-fastening ones - I don't like 'em." Tommy gave a weak laugh and moved his fingers to the front. As she felt them scrabble round her bra-fastenings, Karen essayed one more protest. Joe clamped his hand round her mouth and gave her a warning stare. At the same moment, Karen felt her bra fall apart and then Tommy's hands were covering her naked breasts, his thumbs rasping across her erect nipples. She gasped, then gasped again as Joe's hand flew up her skirt, feeling between her legs. He chuckled as his fingers encountered the damp gusset of her panties, and deftly slipped his middle finger under the material and along her slippery, swollen vagina. "Hey, Tom," he exulted. "Have a feel down here - I told you she was always ready!" As Tommy's right hand dropped from Karen's firm breast, down between her unprotected legs, Joe turned away from her and faced Sandy again. "Guess you must be a mite juiced up too, honey," he leered, stopping in front of her and gazing into her frightened eyes as his hands unfastened the belt of her jeans. Tears brimmed over her eyelids as he snapped the catch at the top of her jeans and drew down the zip. Almost casually, he slid his hand down the opened front, onto her soft lower belly, feeling the warmth through the tips of his fingers. His fingers travelled over the shiny material of her brief panties until, reaching the junction of her trembling thighs, his middle finger rubbed gently against the gusset. She closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, as she felt his finger press against her lubricated vaginal lips, feeling the warm damp herself, and furious with her body for betraying her thus. The Cheerleader's Leader (Conclusion) One glance told Marie Jackson all she needed to know. White with anger, she pushed Joe away and stood in front of her trembling daughter. "My god!" she hissed. "You two are for the high jump now. You'll never lift your heads in this town again, never mind the school." With a last look of utter contempt at McQuire, she swung on her heel and reached up to untie the crude restraint on her daughter's wrist - then squealed in outrage as Joe grabbed her round the waist and pulled her away. She struggled violently, but fruitlessly, as he held her effortlessly, her feet off the ground, legs and arms flailing wildly. Then, with utter disbelief, she felt his hand clamp over her left breast. Joe hummed softly as he squeezed the resilient flesh. "Hey, not bad," he said. "They're quite firm for an old lady - and they're bigger than your little girl's. What do you say we have a look?" Ignoring her outraged protests and struggles, McQuire pulled the bottom of Marie's sweater out of the waistband of her slacks, while Tommy silenced Sandy's screams by stuffing the handkerchief back in her mouth, then, standing behind her, slid his hand down between her legs again as he watched his friend wrestle with the girl's wriggling mother. Sandy, too, watched, frantic with fear and disbelief, feeling Tommy's erection pressing against her hips as his fingers probed between her thighs, sliding along the lips of her moist vagina. Joe had managed to pull her mother's sweater up to her shoulders, exposing her black lacy bra. He had her pinned up against a locker, but she was fighting him so hard that he could not spare a hand to push her brassiere out of the way. At last, he managed to momentarily hold both her wrists with one hand and, with the other, he dragged Mrs Jackson's brassiere upwards, releasing first one naked breast, then the other. Quickly, he pulled her arms behind her body and grabbed hold of one of her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples were dark brown, almost black, and very pronounced and he sighed with pleasure as his finger and thumb squeezed one of them, hard. "Oh, man," he said. "Hey, Sandy, you be sure and tell your old man his old lady's got one great pair of tits. Who'd a thought it - an old broad like this! Man, these nipple's are like walnuts. Hey, Tommy, get over here and gimme a hand!" Reluctantly, Tommy detached his hand from Sandy's trembling thighs and approached the writhing woman in McQuire's relentless grip. As he stopped in front of her, McQuire, with a rapid movement, pulled her sweater up to cover her face, lifting her arms in the process. The movement made her naked breasts bounce provocatively and, automatically, Tommy stretched out his hands to feel them. As his hands made contact, a muffled scream issued from behind the sweater. "Get a gag for her!" rapped McQuire, pulling the sweater upwards again until her contorted face was revealed. Tommy dragged a clean handkerchief from his pocket and forced it into the woman's open mouth. Suddenly, the screaming stopped and, at the same time, McQuire managed to secure his victim's wrists behind her. "Hold her, so I can get a proper look!" he ordered Tommy, but her struggles had all but ceased and only her mute eyes flashed her outrage as Joe McQuire walked round to face her and feast his eyes on her bared breasts. He lifted his hands and hefted them gently, then looked her in the eyes. "Mrs Jackson," he said. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to undo your slacks, nice and neat and gentle-like, then I'm going to have a little look inside your panties. And, if you've got the blackest, hairiest fanny I've ever seen, I'm going to see if your ass is half as good as your daughter's. And, if it is, I'm going to bend you over in front of me; I'm going to take hold of these great tits; I'm going to open your legs and then I'm going to fuck you - from behind - doggy-fashion - until I come! And I'm going to do it in front of your daughter." "And then I'm going to have a little look at Sandy's tits and, if they give me another hard-on - and I'm sure they will - I'm going to lift her up and slide her slowly down on to my hard-on and fuck her, as well. And, although I'm sure you'll be busy being fucked by Tommy by that time, I'll be expecting you to be watching. After all, I'm sure she's a virgin and it's not every Mum who gets to see her daughter's first screw." As he spoke, his thumbs rasped across Marie Jackson's prominent nipples, but, although they were stiffly erect, her dark flashing eyes held nothing but contempt and loathing. If they also held fear, it was not for what this animal might do to her, but to her young daughter, whose agonised sobs she could hear, even now, as the other boy resumed his blatant exploration between her thighs. Suddenly, a flash of anger crossed McQuire's face as he met her eyes. His eyes narrowed and his fingers dug sharply and painfully into her breasts. Despite herself, she could not stop the tears of pain sparking her eyelids. McQuire brought his face right up to hers. "Don't get snotty with me, you stuck-up bitch! I hear things, you know - like how Principal McCann took more than two hours to take you home from the last PTA meeting. A little bird told me how he was diddling your tits in the back of his Chevy for over an hour up by the creek." Involuntarily, Marie Jackson twisted her head towards Sandy, her mind instantly recalling John McCann's hands gently caressing her naked breasts in the front seat of his car last Tuesday evening. Her face burned hot at the recollection - and the realisation that at least one of the schoolkids had been spying on them. Sandy, however, had heard nothing. Tears pouring down her face, she was wriggling frantically, and ineffectually, in front of the other boy, who was kneeling between her thighs, his hands clutching her squirming bottom. Suddenly, McQuire dragged Marie's bra and sweater over her head and, twisting her round, grabbed her wrists and tied them together with the thin, but tough, material of her bra. From behind her, his hands came up and gripped her naked breasts again, and his hot breath seared the back of her neck. Then his hands dropped and fumbled at the waistband of her slacks, seeking the catch. He was still behind her and outraged, Marie fumbled, with her trapped hands, at the front of his trousers. Repelled, she felt the obscene rigidity of his erection, but forced herself to push her hands downwards, beyond it, in the hope of grasping his testicles and inflicting so much pain on him that way that he would abandon all sexual thoughts, at least for long enough to give his victims some chance to raise the alarm or otherwise stave off what he had in mind. But, just as her fingers stretched below the base of his penis, McQuire's hands returned to her breasts and squeezed them again, this time blatantly painfully. Tears sprang to her eyes as he whispered in her ear - "You touch my balls and I'll tear your tits off." She reluctantly moved her hands away and he, in turn, moved round her body to face her again. Now that he could see the front of her slacks, he easily undid the catch, and expertly slid the zip down. With utter loathing, Marie felt him slip his fingers down the front of her open slacks and experimentally press them against the springy resilience of her abundant pubic bush through her thin panties. She hardly dared contemplate the effect on him of seeing it uncovered, the mass of jet-black curly hair reaching almost to her navel. McQuire slid his fingers further down and felt the telltale moistness in her gusset. Chuckling softly, he pushed his fingers against the damp material and Marie felt the pressure against her sensitive slit. She cursed her body for its betrayal of her. Despite her loathing of this boy, and her fear for her daughter and herself, the touch of his fingers against her sex brought about the instinctive reaction she had never been able to subdue. From an early age, she had been unable to resist the touch of a man's hand on her breasts or her vagina. Even now, she could feel her channel lubricating in anticipation of McQuire's cock plunging into her deepest recesses. McQuire's finger was right inside her now, pushing the thin black silk of her panties inside with it and, despite herself, Marie Jackson moaned a little as he moved it around. Sandy now had an uninterrupted view and she sensed a change in her mother. The protests had stopped and Sandy thought she recognized the soft sounds emanating from her as McQuire dug his fingers obscenely between her thighs. But Sandy had her own problems. Tommy had managed to prise her knees apart and he was kneeling in front of her, his face buried in her soft belly, his tongue licking the tight slit at the tops of her thighs. Tears were pouring down Sandy's face. No boy had ever felt her down there before and she couldn't believe that this ignorant moron had his face pressed against her most intimate and secret area. But she continued to watch her mother and, with disbelief, watched her put up little more than token resistance as McQuire grasped her slacks and pulled them right down so that her mother was now naked, apart from her black panties, and the bra securing her wrists behind her. McQuire stood back and surveyed his captive, admiring the full heavy breasts and the wide spread of her bottom. Helpless, Marie stood still as he looked her over, insolently, and again hated herself for the thrill it gave her. Then, McQuire hooked his fingers round his track pants waist and, facing the mother and daughter, quickly pulled them down, watching their faces closely to see their reactions. He deliberately dragged the elastic top down against the thrust of his erection so that, when it was released, his cock leapt back to attention. Standing proud out of a reddish-fair bush of pubic hair, it was uncircumcised, about seven inches long and moderately thick. Sandy's scream of terror told him her reaction, but his eyes were on her mother and he didn't miss the quick dart of her tongue across her lips and the bright spark that came on in her eye. Kicking the pants aside, he strode towards Marie Jackson, his cock bobbing arrogantly in front of him, his testicles high in his scrotum with excitement and arousal. Roughly, he grabbed her panties and wrenched them down her thighs. "Oh, yes," he breathed softly as the dark forest at the base of her belly was revealed. Leaving her panties just above her knees, he plunged his hand between her thighs, his palm rubbing luxuriously against her pubic jungle, his middle finger quickly locating her clitoris, feeling its arousal. He reached down and pulled the panties to her ankles and threw them aside. Then he grasped Marie's shoulders, turned her around and forced her to bend at the waist, but she fell to the ground and curled in a ball, in a last attempt to stave off her inevitable fate. "Tommy!" rapped McQuire, and the ever-obedient Tommy removed his head from between Sandy's thighs and looked round. His eyes were unfocussed, but he reacted, as always, to his leader's call. "Pull her up," ordered McQuire, and Tommy bent down and took hold of the woman's shoulders. Eyes flashing, Marie Jackson whirled her head round and tried to sink her teeth in his wrist. Tommy jumped back, and Joe laughed. "OK," he said. "Let's fuck Sandy instead!" "No!" came the immediate response from her mother. "No! Help me up." Tommy raised her to her feet and, for the first time, looked between her thighs. "Jesus!" he gasped. "Yeah," agreed Joe. "Wicked, eh? Now you hold her shoulders down, Tom – I think this one likes it doggy-style!" Again McQuire bent her forward at the waist, but this time Marie Jackson kept her legs braced and, when McQuire pushed at her ankles with his training-shoes, she obediently shuffled them apart. "No, Mom," whimpered the helpless Sandy. "Please don't make her do it, Joe. Please – it's not fair." But McQuire now had his hand gripped round his erection and was feeding it through her mother's splayed thighs. Marie was sobbing, now, as she felt it slither closer and closer to her opened vagina, then she gasped as the head entered her. Again, her elemental nature took over. At the familiar touch of a cock at the mouth of her cunt, her sobs ceased and a gasp of excitement escaped her. McQuire leaned forward and locked his hands on to her dangling tits, then simultaneously squeezed them hard – and drove his erect prick into the warm, inviting channel. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!" gasped Marie Jackson as his hot young rod invaded her and his hands sent painful bursts of passion through her swinging tits. "Oh, you bastard – you filthy bastard," she grunted as he began to ride her, hard and forcefully. Joe squeezed her tits and twisted her large engorged nipples mercilessly as he established a fierce rhythm, driving his cock in and out of her. He nodded urgently at Tommy, who took his hands off the woman's shoulders and, at Joe's direction, untied her wrists. Gratefully, Marie put her hands flat on the bench in front of her and, now able to control her movements, began to push her hips back to meet his vigorous thrusts. Now, her gasps and moans were undoubtedly an accompaniment to her rape, and they increased in noise and intensity as his pace quickened, at the onset of climax. She sensed his rod stiffening inside her. His movements became more and more jerky and, instinctively, her hand flew down to her throbbing clitoris, rubbing it frantically as McQuire's cock jerked wildly inside her. Then, suddenly, McQuire did not withdraw, instead keeping his cock plunged as deep inside her as it could go. His hands tightened convulsively on her abused tits and a broken cry came from deep in his throat. Marie Jackson pressed her index finger hard against her clit and, as she felt the first jet of come shoot into her, her own climax took hold and her gasps of ecstasy melded with her assailant's ... Inevitably, their legs folded beneath them as their climaxes slowly died, and Sandy watched in incredulous horror as her mother lay naked on her side, on the floor, with McQuire curled up behind her, his softening penis still inside her, his hand still clutching her breast. Then McQuire slid away from her and got to his feet. "You wanna give her one now, Tommy? Her type's always ready for seconds." Marie moaned a feeble protest as Tommy leant over her and tentatively touched her breast, but, as his finger teased the tip of her nipple, she sighed and covered his hand with hers. Tommy gently rolled her over onto her back, exposing her thighs and her black bush. His hand slipped into the forest and Marie parted her thighs. Tommy needed no further bidding. His track bottoms were off in an instant – his long, slim cock erect and ready. He knelt between Marie's spread thighs and she reached up and took hold of his cock, guiding it without hesitation to the gaping slit between her parted legs ... Joe eyed the helpless Sandy, arms raised high, her entire succulent young body exposed to his raking gaze. His hand slid down and gently rubbed his already reviving cock. "Now," he breathed. "Reckon Tommy'll keep your old lady busy for a while. It must be your turn now." "Joe!" He turned. He had forgotten Karen altogether. "It's OK, babe," he said casually. "Tommy'll give you one, when he's finished …" "No!" said the girl, her eyes glittering. "I want her – please, Joe – let me have her. Let me get her tits out for you, then I'll juice her up for you – the tight-assed bitch." McQuire's cock jumped as he considered the prospect. Walking over to Karen, he squeezed her tits, then pulled down her skirt to join her panties on the floor, where Tommy had left them. "Might not be a bad idea, at that," he said, fondling his now erect prick again. "I can make it worth your while," said Karen, a sly smile crossing her face. "Oh, yeah?" sneered McQuire. "Yeah," she whispered. "I can get pictures – of tight-ass's mother and Principal McCann. I've seen them, and I know how to get them." "What?" said Joe. "Like – the two of them – together." "Yeah – he was fucking her, on the hood of his car. You can see her face – and a lot else." McQuire pushed his hand between the girl's legs and squeezed her cunt. She gasped. "You better not be lying," he said, pushing his middle finger deep inside her. "Honest, Joe. I'll get 'em tonight – then the old bag won't dare split on us." McQuire reached up and unhooked her arms. The girl dropped them, with a sigh of relief, and McQuire untied her wrists. Sandy cringed in revulsion as Karen advanced on her. She knew it would be no use to plead with her, but she couldn't bear the thought of what the spiteful slag might do to her. But she didn't have to think about it very long. Crudely, Karen pushed her finger into her victim's exposed vagina. It hurt, and tears sparked to Sandy's eyes, but she choked back the sobs. "Dry!" jeered Karen. "I'll soon fix that. But let's get her dinky little tits out first!" Expertly, she slipped her hands under Sandy's t-shirt and deftly unclipped her brassiere. Quick as a flash, her came round to the front, flipped up the cups and grabbed Sandy's unprotected breasts. Karen's fingers found her tender little nipples and twisted them, hard, between her thumbs and forefingers. A shriek of pain escaped the trapped cheerleader, and Karen grinned triumphantly. She grabbed the bottom of Sandy's t-shirt and ripped upwards. It tore right up to the neck and Karen stood to the side of her captive and pulled the remains of the shirt aside and lifted the loose bra, exposing Sandy's firm young tits for Joe's approval. He gazed, approvingly, his hand now sliding up and down his erection as he watched his girlfriend, now, slipping her fingers into the fair pubic triangle at the junction of Sandy's shapely thighs. Her fingers unerringly found Sandy's clitoris and, with surprising gentleness, she began to caress it. As she did so, her full lips descended on the girl's right breast and her tongue laved across the small pink nipple. Karen felt it begin to erect, and felt an answering arousal within herself. "Come and touch my tits, Joe," she muttered, hoarsely. "My nipples are on fire." McQuire stood beside her, watching her hands explore Sandy's body, and grabbed Karen's large tits, running the tips of his thumbs across her hard brown nipples. With her free hand, Karen reached behind her and took hold of his penis. Opening her legs, she pushed her behind backwards and guided his hard-on between her thighs, to the sopping mouth of her cunt. She lowered herself on to the top two inches and sighed with satisfaction. "You'll want it slippery when you stick it up Miss Dry-as-a-bone here, Joe – oh, I tell a lie!" Karen's fingers slid between the girl's vaginal lips and detected a warm moistness which hadn't been there before. She pushed one finger, then another, inside then withdrew them and offered them to McQuire. He licked her fingers salaciously. "Real virgin cunt-juice," he sniggered, then said – "OK – let's get this show on the road, baby! Untie her hands!" Sandy summoned up her last reserves of resistance as her hands were pulled down and she could stand on her feet again. Desperately, she kicked out at McQuire, but he dodged her easily and Karen grabbed her round the waist. With revulsion, Sandy felt Karen's soft sweaty tits pressing into her smooth back, and kicked again. She started to scream and her mother looked up from the floor, where Tommy was still rutting between her open thighs. Marie Jackson tried to rise, to help her daughter, but Tommy's weight was too much for her and, as she wriggled helplessly under him, the intense movement hastened the onset of his climax. The Cheerleader's Leader (Conclusion) Meanwhile, Joe ordered Karen to pull Sandy to the ground and, with her wrists still bound, the heavier girl dragged her down easily. Karen pinned her shoulders down and Joe dropped to his knees in front of Sandy. Sandy tried to cross her legs, but Joe prised her knees apart, easily, and held them, spread wide, looking up the insides of her thighs to where her virgin lips glistened with drops of moisture. By now, Sandy was howling hysterically, her head rolling from side to side. Karen was leaning forward, her hands on Sandy's breasts, squeezing and twisting. Karen's own open vagina was directly above Sandy's face, and she lowered it, rubbing her lips against the girl's writhing forehead. McQuire took one last look at his virgin prize, then eased himself forward, erection in hand and placed it carefully at the entrance to her virgin cunt. As the first inch slid in, he felt the tightness of her passage and his balls tightened in anticipation. At the feel of his first entry, Sandy's screams became a continuous protest. "Nnnnnoooo!" she wailed. "Nnnnnooooooooo!!!!!!!" But, a second later, McQuire had bunched his strong, athletic hips and his penis drove into her and she screamed with physical pain as her hymen was breached and his cock plunged ravenously into her innermost private depths. From her position under the prone, exhausted Tommy, Marie Jackson watched as her daughter's innocence vanished – her legs splayed, her naked breasts mauled by another woman, a hard cock driving up her vagina, motivated by nothing other than filthy lust. She vowed to bring McQuire and his friends to account for this – outrage. Again, she pushed at the still form on top of her and, this time, Tommy rolled away and she staggered to her feet. She tottered over to where McQuire was plunging his rod in and out of her sobbing daughter, and grabbed his shoulders. But the girl jumped up and wrestled her away, pulling her down on to one of the benches. "I'll have you all in gaol for this," hissed Marie. "You, too – you're as bad as they are!" "Now, listen, you old bag," retorted Karen. "You – or your stuck-up daughter – say one word to anybody, and a certain photograph of a certain old cunt spreading her legs on Principal McCann's hood will be all over town in one hour ..." Marie Jackson's blood ran cold. She had to be bluffing – but one look at the triumphant sneer on the young slut's face changed her mind. Her resistance drained, her shoulders drooped, and her eyes dropped to the floor. But Karen wasn't finished. She glanced across at Joe's hips, driving relentlessly into the naked, abused, weeping Sandy, his strong hands twisting and squeezing her firm little tits. It made her so horny, watching him fuck someone else ... She pushed Marie down to the floor, so that she was kneeling in front of Karen. Karen slid her thighs apart and grabbed the woman's hair, forcing her mouth towards her juiced-up, aching cunt. "Now, you just lick me out, you old cunt, while I watch the show," whispered Karen, and thrilled with pleasure when, after a second's hesitation, she felt the warmth wetness of Marie's submissive tongue slither between her dripping lips ... The End Please send e-mail comments The Cheerleader's Leader Then both his hands were tugging at the back of her jeans, easing them over her flaring hips, down past her knees. Taking his time, Joe knelt in front of the sobbing girl and unlaced her training shoes before removing them, then her socks, before easing her jeans completely off. Then he stood back, studying her exposed legs, and the thin, brief yellow panties which offered only minimal cover of her genital area. Unable to stop herself, Sandy opened her eyes, just as Joe reached up and removed the crude gag from her mouth.. As her choking sobs became audible, he smiled in satisfaction. "Not so high and mighty, now, then?" he jeered, the glint of triumph flashing in his eyes. "Anyone'd think your fanny was surrounded by diamonds - 'stead of that hair I felt just now. Gonna have us a look in a minute - see if you're a ’real’ blonde." At the thought of this moron pulling down her pants to uncover her most intimate part, another spasm of shame and dread seized Sandy and Joe laughed gleefully. "Hey, Tom," he called. "What d'ya say - is she a genuine blonde - or maybe she shaves it?" Despite herself, Sandy raised her tearstreaked eyes to stare, disgusted, at Tommy, his right hand spread right across Karen' s lower belly, his middle finger vanished completely inside her. His left arm was round her shoulders, his hand manipulating her naked left breast, holding her erect nipple between finger and thumb. The girl herself was wriggling in ecstasy, clearly stimulated by the energetic movements of his finger in her vagina, and not far from orgasm. Tommy glanced over at Sandy, and his eyes widened. "Hey, Joe," he exclaimed. "She's got some ass! Man! She got a better ass than this 'un!" "Well, now," breathed Joe. "You may be right, at that! Let's have a little competition - you show me yours and I'll show you mine!" Without hesitation or ceremony, Tommy pulled his finger out of Karen's soaking vagina and, taking her hip-bones, half-turned her so that the naked cheeks of her round bottom faced Joe and Sandy. "No!" choked Sandy as Joe advanced on her. To her amazement, he stopped, a troubled look on his face. "Please . . . . ." she entreated him. "Please . . . . don't . . . " Joe looked at her, the concern still apparent on his face. "Well . . . " he said, at last. "Well, if I don't, will you let me kiss you - properly? Please?" An automatic look of revulsion crossed her face, and Joe's brow darkened, but, before he could reach for her again, she nodded, hesitantly. "Only if you promise to let me go . . . . . after - without doing anything more to me." His face serious, Joe nodded. "O.K." he said, placing his hands gently on Sandy's shoulders and lowering his head until his lips brushed hers. With a conscious effort, Sandy returned his brief kiss then, as his mouth returned and his lips sought hers again, she responded to their pressure. His arms went round her as their kiss deepened and, when his tongue probed against her lips, then her teeth, she opened her mouth to accommodate it, and even slid her own tongue into his open mouth. Then, to her surprise, he gently drew away, brought his arms back to her shoulders and smiled into her eyes. "Hey, that was really something, Sandy!" he breathed. "I wish we'd done that months ago." Trembling with relief, Sandy smiled back at him. "Now," he said "let's have that look at your ass!" Swiftly, before the smile vanished from her face, he half-turned her and hooked his thumbs in her panties and whipped them down to her knees. "Man - it's no contest! That's the nicest ass I've ever seen!" he crowed. His spread hands clutched her peach-shaped cheeks, and Tommy cackled at Sandy's futile protests. "But - you promised,” she sobbed as Joe's hands caressed her naked bottom. "Yeah, well - I lie a lot," he sniggered. "Hey, come have a feel, Tom. That'll get your juices rising." Nothing loth, Tommy abandoned the wriggling Karen and took hold of Sandy's hips. "Man! Smooth as silk!" he breathed, then he swivelled the helpless girl and stared in frank admiration at the thick blonde bush between her thighs. Gently, he held her knees and pushed her legs slightly apart. Joe chuckled. "A real blonde pussy! That'll settle a lot of arguments," he said. Elbowing Tommy aside, he knelt in front of Sandy. His hands rested on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and he ran them slowly up to the point where they met . . . . . . “Sandy!" The shrill yell made Joe whirl round, and Sandy cried - "Mommy! Oh, Mommy! Thank God!" (Concluded in Chapter 2) Please e-mail comments