The Dark Moon Coven
- 2 years ago
- 18
- 0
Cheerleader Coven free porn video
Cheerleader Coven
By Trisha
Max and Stuart watched them from the top bleachers, pretending to talk to
each other, but in reality totally transfixed at the spectacle below. Stuart
was particularly anxious, but Max wasn't far behind him in excitement. They
were in the gymnasium. Down below, on the basketball floor, the cheerleaders
were practicing their routine, jumping up and own, thrusting pom-poms out
from their chests, and forming elaborate human pyramids.
There were six of them, three blondes, two brunettes, and a redhead. Every
one of them was absolutely beautiful (perfect face, perfect teeth, perfect
body, perfect hair) and every one of them was absolutely unattainable. Or so
it had been thought. One of the blonde ones, Jenna, was new to Philip High
School that year and Max had been able to ask her out before the rest of the
elitist cheerleading squad had been able to inform her that Max was not part
of the popular dating pool. To his complete astonishment, Jenna agreed to go
out with him. They had now been dating now for a month and though Max hadn't
been able to get more than a little kissing and a little light petting, he
knew he was on track for much greater glory.
And now Stuart wanted him to risk it all by doing something completely
stupid.
"No way," Max told him, glancing down at Jenna, his pride and joy. "You're
crazy."
"Come on," Stuart pressed. "You know it would be fucking hot! All of them
together like that. They'd never know. Never."
"You'd get caught," Max told him assuredly.
"Not a chance. As long as I'm quiet, I'll be safe."
Max sighed. "Besides the fact that we would probably get kicked out of
school, I would definitely lose whatever I've gained so far with Jenna and
there is no way I 'm going to let myself mess that up."
Stuart's plan was simple. He wanted to sneak into the girls' locker room and
hide in one of the lockers to watch as the cheerleaders got undressed. He
wanted Max to stand as a lookout for him so that afterwards he could leave
without anyone noticing.
"You just have to poke your head in and tell me when the coast is clear.
That's all I need and that's all I ask. Come on, we're friends."
"And that's my girlfriend," Max reminded him.
"You've only been dating a month," Stuart said dismissively.
"So?"
"Hey, if it makes you that jealous, I promise only to look at the rest of
them. There will be plenty enough for me to see."
"It doesn't make me jealous," Max told him.
"Well then just help me out man," Stuart insisted.
Five minutes later they were in the corridor outside the girls locker room.
Max felt stupid and used, but now he had promised to help and he couldn't
back out.
"Just hurry up and go in there," he told Stuart.
"Not yet," Stuart said, looking suspiciously around.
It was after school and there was hardly anybody in the building. At the end
of the hall, someone was walking out one of the doors.
"I've got to make sure no one's looking."
"No one is looking," Max promised.
Stuart looked around once more. When he was satisfied that there was no one,
he turned and smiled at Max. Then he pulled something from his jacket. A
camera. "I'll make double prints for you," he said and went inside the locker
room.
Max, too stunned to react quickly enough, hesitated before chasing his friend
inside. "What are you doing?" he asked, five or six paces behind. "You can't
take pictures. That wasn't part of the deal."
"It is now," Stuart said and ran playfully through the locker room
entranceway. Max followed him to the center to the lockers.
"Don't you want to get a preview of what's to come? Don't you want some
pictures in advance of the snatch you'll be banging in a few months?"
"No deal," Max insisted. "Give me the camera."
Stuart ignored Max, instead finding an empty locker that he opened and
stepped inside. He positioned himself so that he faced out. It was a little
cramped, but it looked as though he would have just enough room to maneuver
the camera around.
"You'd better start being lookout," he said to Max.
"You wouldn't want to get caught in here yourself."
"Give me the camera," Max demanded.
"No way," Stuart smiled, closing the locker door.
Max had to admit, if only to himself, that it was good camouflage for the
peeking tom. Stuart could see right through the vents and if Max didn't know
better he would have mistaken Stuart's head as just another dark shadow. He
wasn't sure, however, how well a camera would work with such a view.
"You're not going to take pictures of those girls like that. You're going to
force me to report this. Get out of there and give me the camera."
"You'd better leave soon," Stuart's voice called back from the locker. "The
girls could show up any minute and it wouldn't look so good for you if they
found you here."
Stuart was right and Max knew it. It would not be good at all to get caught
in the locker room. Even if he explained the truth and didn't get into any
trouble from the school, he wasn't sure that Jenna would believe him. Stuart
was his friend and everybody knew that. Many if not most of the school would
just assume that they were working together. Max paced the floor for a moment
or two trying to decide what to do. Then he stopped.
"Fine," he said with some resolve. "I'm leaving and I'm turning you in."
But just as he was turning to leave, Max heard the voices of the cheerleaders
as they came in. Max, already nervous, burst into a river of sweat. He would
have about ten seconds before the cheerleaders would round the entranceway
and come into the locker room. Then he would have to not only explain his
presence there, in front of Jenna no less, but also probably the presence of
Stuart and his camera. With only a second's hesitation, Max opened the locker
next to Stuart's, found it empty, and crawled inside. The chatter of the
girls' talk covered up his noise and, to his surprise, he found that he had
successfully concealed himself without being overheard.
Max watched through vents, just as he was sure his friend was doing that very
moment, careful to control his breathing and his movements. The cheerleaders
walked in pairs, all six of them gabbing away and immediately beginning to
get undressed. Cindy and Ashley, the two brunettes, were talking to one of
the blondes, Marie, about how much easier their routine was now compared to
how hard it had been when they had started. Mandy and Suzanne, a redhead and
a blonde respectively, were talking to Jenna.
"Aren't you having fun as a cheerleader?" Mandy asked Jenna.
"Oh yeah, " Jenna smiled. "It's been a lot of fun. I like it and really like
hanging out with you guys."
As if they followed a set of the same procedures, each girl took off her
shoes and socks first, then her panties.
"We like you too," Suzanne told Jenna. "That's why we want you to be a part
of our group. Our society. Have you been thinking about it?"
"Yeah," Jenna frowned. "But I'm not too certain about it. It sounds just
amazing, unbelievable actually, but I'm not so sure I could handle it. I 'm
not so sure I could be that way."
Jenna was taking off her shirt as she talked and by this time they had all
taken off their panties. Max caught just a glimpse of some of their nether
parts as they bent over before they straightened back up and their
cheerleading skirts covered them again. He couldn't believe the bodies he
saw. Every line and every feature looked as though it had been chiseled to
perfection. Their breasts were all large and firm; their legs long and slim,
their asses smooth and round. He was breaking into a sweat again, but now for
different reasons.
In the next locker, he could hear Stuart breathing hard. Oh my God, Stu, he
thought. Keep quiet! If they played their cards right, they might be able to
get out of there without getting caught. Maybe.
Max was trying to settle himself down when it happened.
Flash! A white sheet of light strobed the room, leaving a stunned silence in
its wake. Max couldn't believe what he had just seen. Stuart had taken a
picture from his locker, but had forgotten to take the flash off!
"What was that?" Suzanne asked, looking around.
Oh fuck! Max thought to himself. He felt an urge to yell at Stuart from where
he was, but he also felt the cold paralysis of fear jut through his body and
render him helpless. He stood in the dark locker frozen, afraid even to look
through the vents.
"That was like a photograph flash," Ashley said and then Max knew that they
were caught. His stomach sank to its very bottom.
"Yeah," Suzanne agreed, a note of petulance in her voice. "That's exactly
what it was like."
The six girls started searching the place for the source of the flash, Ashley
and Cindy looking in the showers and the stalls while the rest wandered
aimlessly about the room. Then Marie got the idea of searching the lockers.
Systematically, she started opening the empty ones, going from one end of the
locker room to the other. Through the vents, Max watched her with terrible
curiosity. It would only be a matter of time before she would get to Stuart
and Max's section of lockers and after a minute or so she did. It was
Stuart's.
"Oh my God," Marie said as she opened the locker. There was a pause and then,
unexpectedly, she reached in and yanked Stuart out. She did it so
effortlessly; it was as though he was a rag doll. He fell to the tile with a
thud, then came quickly back up to his feet. It probably crossed him mind to
try to make a run for it, but his jeans were around his ankles as was his
underwear. He was going no where. A hard-on stuck out like a flagpole from
underneath his shirt. In one hand, his left, he held the offending camera.
"Wow," Suzanne said. She called Ashley and Cindy in from the showers to tell
them they had found the culprit.
"Pervert," Mandy said. She did not seem all that alarmed though. None of them
did. In fact, with the exception of Jenna, their faces seemed to hold
something more akin to delight than worry or surprise.
Marie took the camera away and looked at it. She set it on the bench. "This
must have been it," she said. Stuart looked at them all with wide, crazy
eyes, appearing very vulnerable, very fragile. They now had him surrounded in
a circle and that, combined with his fallen jeans, which was also combined
with his intense terror, made him completely immobile.
"What should we do?" Ashley asked. Some of them laughed. They seemed to have
a few horrible ideas.
"We should go tell Mrs. Hazelwood," Jenna suggested.
The rest of them shook their heads. They seemed to already know what they
wanted. "No, no," Suzanne said.
"Not now."
"What were you thinking, Stuart?" Cindy asked him, bending over a little bit.
"Did you think that we wouldn't notice the flash or did you just forget about
it?"
Stuart's face explained it all.
"He forgot about it," Mandy surmised.
They closed in on him further, startling him so much that he fell backwards
into a sitting position on the floor. He did not try to get up.
"I'm sorry," he told them, though his boner still stood out in the air
defying his words. "I'm so sorry. Please don't tell anyone."
"Be good," Cindy said.
"What do you think, Jenna?" Mandy asked her. "What should we do with him?"
Jenna shook her head. "Nothing. I still think we should just let him go and
we'll tell Mrs. Hazelwood. What else can we do?" She was just then
remembering to put her shirt back on.
"A lot," Mandy answered. "We can do a lot."
"I'm so sorry," Stuart blubbered on.
"Is this the first time you've done this, Stuart?" Suzanne asked. "Have you
ever done this before?"
"No, never," he stammered.
"Has anyone else?"
Stuart paused. Slowly he shook his head. "No," he said. "Not really."
"Not really?" Cindy mocked. "What does that mean? Does somebody else know
about this?"
Stuart, who was now near tears, did not say anything. He just stared at the
locker that Max was hiding in. Max had almost begun to think that he was
going to get away when he realized that he was being snitched on.
It didn't take long for the girls to figure out what Stuart's stare meant and
soon enough Marie was a Max's locker, opening it up. Max looked into Marie's
eyes for only a second before suddenly, just as she had done with Stuart, she
grabbed him and thew him to the floor. She was amazingly strong, much
stronger than Max would have ever guessed, much stronger than he would have
thought possible. He couldn't have stopped her if he had tried, which he
hadn't.
Max was now on the ground next to Stuart. They glanced at each other only
briefly before looking back up at the ring of cheerleaders around them. Max
singled out Jenna quickly who stared back down at him, first with
consternation and then, gradually, with disgust.
"What do you think now, Jenna? Wouldn't you like to do something more than
call on Mrs. Hazelwood?" Suzanne asked.
"I can explain," Max said, but then realized that, in the position that he
found him in, he couldn't explain any of it.
"Pigs," Ashley said, shaking her head but keeping her eyes on the two
intruders.
Meanwhile, Mandy walked over to Jenna and began to whisper in her ear. She
whispered for a long time while the rest of the girls stood around and
watched Max and Stuart. When Max tried to stand up, Suzanne pushed him
straight back down. She had the same almost supernatural strength as Marie
seemed to have. Max tried again to stand, but his time Cindy pushed him down.
They all laughed. Humiliated, Max sat and waited for Mandy to stop whispering
to Jenna. Finally, she did.
"Those are our options," Mandy said, now using an audible tone. "What do you
think?"
"You can really do all of that?" Jenna asked.
"We all can, Jenna, including you," Mandy told her. "The more of us there
are, the more powerful we become."
Jenna peered back down at Max. Her disgust, he could see, was now mixed with
a measure of hatred.
"Do it then," she said.
Already in a circle, each girl took the hand of the two next to her and made
a complete chain. Then Suzanne started making a soft, almost inhuman humming
sound. The sound came from the bottom of the cheerleader's vocal chords, low
and primal. It was some sort of monotone chant. This went on for a few
seconds. Then Mandy began to make the sound and it grew louder. Then Cindy
began to make it. Then Ashley. Then Marie. Finally, even Jenna started making
the humming sound.
They were all in harmony, all chanting. This seemed the final step because
all at once the girls' heads rolled back, eyes shut, and there was a blinding
light fifty times greater than the puny flash of Stuart's camera. It burst
throughout the whole room, one intense moment of white that was gone as soon
as Max realized that it happened.
As Max blinked his temporary blindness away, he began to look around.
Something felt different, very different, and gradually his sight came back
to him. The girls were still standing around him in a circle, but were now
grinning maliciously back at him. He took inventory of himself and his
surroundings.
The first thing that he realized was that he was naked. Almost. It took his
eyes a few moments to adjust, and when they did it took him a while to
believe what he saw. The clothes that Max and Stuart had been wearing before
were now completely gone. In their place was new clothes, women's clothes,
specifically women's undergarments. Stuart was now wearing a black bra,
garter belt, and pantyhose. He also had a blonde wig on, curly and long and
obviously a fake. Max checked himself and found he had reached a similar
fate. He too had a clumsy blonde wig somehow glued to his head, though his
was a little straighter and a little more blonde. His bra was white, as was
his garter belt and his pantyhose. To top things off, both were completely
dolled up. Thick layers of mascara, eyeliner and lipstick had somehow been
applied to their faces and each of them now had incredibly long, dark red
fingernails.
But just as this had time to sink in, Max noticed that his clothes weren't
the biggest changes made. His penis had shrunk to an unbelievable size, maybe
an inch and not much wider than his pinky. Oh fuck, he thought -- he was
fully erect! His balls had also shrunk down to little more than a nub. They
were in direct proportion to his now tiny cock. But that wasn't all, either.
Along with these physical changes, he felt the most powerful stirring of
sexual appetite he could ever remember having. His cock, though it would now
hardly compete with thimble, was rock hard and extremely sensitive. He found
that he couldn't stop playing with himself even as the horror of what was
happening to him grew more and more intense.
The same thing, he saw, had happened to Stuart. Stuart, who had been near
tears before, was now openly crying as he fondled his own diminished member.
He seemed to be in the worst kind of anguish and yet he was violently rubbing
himself just as Max was doing.
"Look at them," Suzanne laughed. "They can't stop touching themselves."
Max was breathing hard and just trying to finish himself off and complete the
humiliation by blowing his seed. It didn't seem to be working however. He
concentrated harder. But, though he seemed to be getting closer and closer,
he couldn't seem to quite finish.
"It doesn't matter how much you do it, baby," Ashley bent over to tell him.
The brunette had the most wicked eyes Max had ever seen. "You'll never cum
without our help."
Max was gulping at the air as he furiously tried to jack off and look at the
girls. He couldn't stop himself, it seemed, even for a moment. He needed to
cum so badly it hurt.
"It appears they like their new equipment," Mandy said. "Let's see how they
like ours."
Each cheerleader lifted up her skirt to reveal a big, brand new cock. Max and
Stuart stared in disbelief. It even stopped them from jerking off for a
moment. The dicks had to have been ten inches apiece, Max thought to himself,
gauging it by the six incher he had had five minutes before. They were
massive, all of them standing at full attention in purple-headed glory, and
each of their owners handling them with the utmost pride. Max found that he
couldn't stop looking at them.
Jenna approached him now, her cock bouncing playfully in front of him. Her
face was still tinted with hatred, but now also with a mixture of glee. "You
wanted to get in my pants so bad," she said. "Now you can. You should be more
careful about who you spy on. You never know when you'll pick the wrong coven
of witches."
Max just stared up at her, still trying to stroke himself off. He couldn't
think of anything to say. He had never felt any gay feelings before, but now,
gazing at Jenna's cock, he felt an overwhelming urge to put his mouth on it.
"Do you want this?" she asked him. Max nodded and all the cheerleaders
laughed. "It really worked," Jenna said, glancing at the others. Then she
turned back to Max. "How bad do you want it, slut?" she asked.
"B-bad," Max stuttered. His eyes had not left the gigantic organ. "Get to
your knees!" Jenna ordered. Mandy and Ashley moved beside her. Max did as he
was told, never removing his hand from his crotch as he did so. The cock
swayed in front of him, painfully tempting him to suck it. Though it took
every ounce of will he had, he somehow knew he would be able stop himself
until Jenna gave him the go ahead.
"Don't make it too easy for them," Marie said. "Make them beg for it." She,
Cindy and Suzanne were positioning themselves around Stuart just as Jenna and
Mandy and Ashley were positioning themselves around Max. Like Max, Stuart was
on his knees and looking at the cocks as though they were a gateway to
heaven.
"Good idea," Jenna smiled. She looked hard at Max. "Beg for it, bitch."
"Please let me have it," Max cried.
"What do you want to do with it?"
"Suck it," he whimpered.
"What?" Ashley said.
"Speak louder."
"Suck it!" Max blurted out.
"I want to suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock. I'll do anything.
Please."
"You really do want it, don't you?" Jenna giggled. "Tell me how you're a
dirty cocksucker. Tell me how much of a slut you are."
"I'm a dirty cocksucker," Max repeated. "I'm just a filthy slut. Just please
let me suck your cock, Jenna."
"Ashley and Mandy need attention too. Do you promise to suck their cocks?"
Jenna asked.
"Oh God yes," he cried, nodding. "I want it. I need it so badly."
Jenna's cock, only a few inches away from Max's face, now went the rest of
the way, smacking him on his red lipsticked mouth. "Suck it then, you
pathetic little whore."
Max went right to work. Still playing with himself with his right hand, he
began to massage the hard cock with his left, licking up and down the shaft
spastically. The flesh felt warm and salty and, as he began to suck the head,
he could feel it throb.
There was a flash and Max looked up to see Jenna with Stuart's camera looking
down on him. She smiled. "This is going to be sweet," she said. "I think I'll
give that picture to all of your family and friends just to show them how
much of a cockslut you really are. There will be no mistaking that look on
your face as being anything but ecstasy as some dick it pounding you in the
mouth."
Max felt a vague sense of doubt at what he was doing, but found that he
couldn't stop now even if he wanted to.
"Take your hand off that pitiful little thing and put it on a real cock,"
Jenna said just as Ashley and Mandy closed in and grabbed both of Max's hands
to put on their own purple-headed members. Without even being told to do it,
he began to jack them off as his mouth stretched around Jenna's hard-on.
"That's it," Jenna said. "Get it nice and wet. You're going to want it plenty
lubricated when I shove it up your tight, virgin ass."
Max stole a glance to the other group. Stuart was now lying on his back as
Marie and Suzanne stuck their swollen swords over his face as he fondled and
slobbered all over them. Making her way to the other end, Cindy was lubing up
her cock with some sort of oil she had in a plastic bottle. There was another
camera flash as they took a picture of Stuart.
"That's good," Jenna said with a sigh as Max bobbed on her cock with a
fervor. "Mmmmm," she said. "You are a natural cocksucker, bitch. A natural.
Why don't you share that gift with Ashley and Mandy."
Then Jenna stepped away, grabbed the lube from Cindy, and came around behind
Max. With one hand she bent him over onto all fours and with the other she
began to lube her cock and his ass.
Max didn't even hesitate to start sucking the other two cocks. He took them
alternatively, giving one five or six bobs and then moving on to the other.
It felt so good to feel them throbbing away as his tongue and lips glided
over them. He felt as though he could do this for the rest of his life. He
felt a sharp pain as Jenna entered him from behind, but he never broke stride
on the two needful cocks in front of him.
Jenna's cock went slowly in at first, plowing steadily ahead, then began to
pick up speed. "Oh, this is great," she said as she rammed herself inside of
him.
Ashley and Mandy moaned in agreement.
"We should do this all the time," Suzanne called over from the other group.
"Good idea," Jenna said. Then, groaning in pleasure, she added, "A very good
idea." Suddenly Jenna began to spasm and Max felt a hot load of cum squirt
into his ass. He bucked and squirmed, trying to give her more pleasure as she
orgasmed. The sensation felt even better than sucking cock. But then it was
quickly over.
Jenna dismounted him. "Oh my God, that was good," she said. Max hardly heard
her. He was again concentrating completely on the two cocks in front of him.
He could feel that they were about to explode and he couldn't wait to get at
their hot, salty jizz.
"Do you want my cum?" Mandy asked. "Do you want my cum, you little
sissy-whore?"
"Yes," Max gasped in between bobs. "Yes.please."
"Are you ready, Ashley?" Mandy asked. Ashley, who Max was jerking off with
his right hand, nodded yes. The two loads of semen came simultaneously.
Mandy, the one getting head, blew her load straight down Max's throat,
holding onto him by the glued-on wig. The semen coated Max's mouth, then
built up faster than he could swallow and spilled out of the side of his
lips. While that was happening, Ashley erupted all over Max's made-up face.
It was so much, it almost completely masked him with jizz. It began to drip
down his chin and onto the floor, but then Ashley dragged some of the cum
with her hand from his chin to his mouth, lopping it into the corner next to
the cock that Mandy still hadn't taken out. Suddenly, as this happened, Max
felt his own orgasm, long delayed, surge through him. It was the greatest one
he had ever felt in his life.
And then, all at once, it was over. He was exhausted. The other group
finished up with Stuart in a similar fashion, leaving both of the would-be
voyeurs on the floor in a congealing puddle of cum and gasping desperately
for air. They laid there, tired and sweating, and no longer feeling the crazy
rush of sexual heat.
Then the shame over what they had done began to seep in. One of the
cheerleaders was taking more pictures of them, snapping away photo after
photo, but they were so humiliated that they didn't even bother to look up
and see who it was. They laid there a long time as the girls took their
showers and got dressed. They each made remarks about Max and Stuart's tiny
cocks and proudly displayed their own to show how enormous they were. When
they left, they didn't change the peeping toms back or give them their old
clothes. Max didn't know how he was going to get home.
"See you soon, my little sluts," Jenna laughed as they left. "I can't wait to
do this again soon."
The End
Wynona
- 08.04.2020
- 22
- 0
