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I'd always wanted my own cheerleader, someone young, fresh, unspoiled, and unwilling? but not too unwilling

My Own Private Cheerleader

I'd always wanted my own private cheerleader, someone young, fresh, unspoiled, and innocent? but not too innocent. Someone who would maybe put up a fight, but not too much of one, someone who'd be scandalized and shocked by the things I did to her, but would secretly love it and eventually find herself overwhelmed by her own ferocious sexuality, surrendering to me with all the passion of a woman in flames, yielding to me as I quenched that fire with the hard piston of my cock plunging savagely between her legs. Someone who'd cling to me and shudder as I cried out, filling her with my hot come and teaching her the ecstasy of a woman's sexual surrender. That's what I wanted, but where was I going to find such a girl? Such a willing victim?

In Natalie, no doubt?sweet, young (but old enough), sensual; innocent in flesh but wise in spirit. Natalie was a girl I met on the web after she'd read one of my stories and contacted me. We struck up a correspondence, and soon I was tutoring her in the strange world of sex and sexuality, serving as her guide and mentor. She was very young and inexperienced, but after my initial reservations, she turned out to be terribly curious and eager, her tastes running towards the BDSM side of things?right up my alley . She was a young woman attracted to passion, but had never yet felt any of her own, and I quite selfishly wanted to be there when she did. Passion is something I know very well.

It was a weird relationship. I was used to talking about oral or anal sex, whips and rope and vibrators, and I could almost see Natalie's wide-eyed wonder at the other end as she read my words. "That's horrible!" she would say. "Tell me more!"

Her particular passion was bondage, women made to orgasm, women played with and forced to act like sluts. In other words, Natalie was interested in sexual submission, alternately fascinated and repelled by it. Her letters to me were filled with, "I can't believe people actually do that!" and then, "I can't stop thinking about that!" and finally, "I want that! I want someone to do that? to me!"

It was time to act.

We'd already met a couple times in person, and so she had nothing against meeting me one day after school. I told her to wear her cheerleading outfit and a coat that would cover it. Like I said, I wanted a cheerleader, that youth and innocence. The e-mail I?d received from her the night before was about a video she'd sent me of a girl being driven to orgasm by a man with a vibrator. Her e-mail said, "God! If I don?t get to do this soon, I'll go crazy!" That's what made up my mind.

It was a gray March afternoon and rainy, but she met me all the same. I saw her walking down the street under an umbrella, and when the wind caught the bottom of her trench coat I could see a flash of bare leg and short little skirt of magenta and gold. I hit the horn and she saw me and came trotting, ducking against the blustery rain.

"Hi!" she said as she slid into the warm car. "It?s freezing out! Why did you want me to wear my outfit anyhow?"

"Just humor me, Natalie. How are you?"

"Fine. Great. What did you want to see me about? What's so important?"

I put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. We were in an area that was part industrial, part commercial, with motels dotting the main street. I swing down a side street.

"Natalie, you trust me, don't you?"

"Sure," she said.

"You know I'd never hurt you?"

She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, I know."

Her coat was open and out of the corner of my eye I could see the smooth skin of her legs, the thrust of her breasts behind her cheerleader's sweater. I swung the car into the back entrance of a motel parking lot and pulled into a far corner, away from any other cars.

"You remember what a safe word is?" I asked her. "It's a word we use in BDSM to mean, 'Stop! I'm in trouble,' or 'I don?t want this,' or 'I don?t like what you're doing to me.' Remember? I told you about them, and I told you that we go through a lot of trouble choosing a safe word that you wouldn't use in sex play. That's why we don't use words like 'Stop' or 'don't', because sometimes in play we use those words to mean just the opposite. You remember?"

She was looking at me strangely now. "Yes. I remember. And you said you liked to use the person's full name, that if we were ever playing, all I had to do was say my full name and you'd stop and let me go, right?"

I put the car in park and left the engine idling. "Yes. That's right. And I'm glad you remembered, because it's time."

"Time?" she asked. "What time?"

I reached into my pocket and before she could react, I pulled out a length of rope. She watched stunned as I tied one end around her wrist then pushed her away and caught her opposite wrist behind her back. She didn't start fighting till I had her half-turned and was already tying off her other wrist.

"Gregg? What are you doing? Are you crazy? What??"

A sudden squall of rain swept over the car, drumming on the roof. I finished tying her wrists and let her go. She fell back against the door, her arms behind her, her eyes wild.

I glared back at her. "It's time, Natalie. It's time. Time you found out what all these things you've been thinking and dreaming about are like. Time someone showed you, someone who knows how. It's time you knew, don't you think?"

"Think? I think you're crazy, that's what I think! What are you going to do to me?"

"You know your safe word. It's just like you said. All you have to do is use it and I'll stop, understand?"

She was half leaning back against the door, her coat partly open so I could see her chest heaving as she breathed. She started pulling at the ropes, trying to get her hands free but I'd tied her well. I wasn't fooling around. And unless I missed my guest, feeling her own helplessness was just going to get her excited. All she had to do was say her full name and I'd let her go and forget the whole thing, and she knew it. I sat there and waited for it.

She tugged at the ropes, her face getting red as she pulled, but she didn't say anything.

I waited one heartbeat, two, three, and I waited, my hands on the wheel. She moved her shoulders, tugging at the bonds, but she didn't say a word. I knew she was mine.

I reached over and grabbed her arm and easily dragged her away from the door. She gasped in surprise as I pulled her against me, pulled her head back and kissed her, full on the mouth.

She tried to yell but my lips muffled her. I held her and kissed her as she tried to struggle against me, but all her struggles did was force her coat to fall open and press those luscious tits against me. I held her face and kissed her as my hand found its way under her sweater, over the warmth of her skin and up to her breast.

"Stop! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

She writhed and wiggled, pulled tight at the rope and tired to raise her knees to push me away. My hand closed on her breast, feeling the soft, fresh bra she wore, and the soft, heavy flesh. I kissed her and I peeled down the cup till my fingertips touched her nipple. At that she froze, going rigid in my arms, waiting.

My fingers traced circles around her hardening nub, feeling that margin where areola met the soft skin of her tit. She tried again to push me away by arching her back, but I held on, pressing her back in the seat. My fingers closed on her nipple.

"Don't!" she moaned. "Please!" but the feel of her skin inflamed me.

?I broke the kiss and pulled her sweater up roughly over her tits, pushed the bra down and lowered my head to suck her breast into my mouth, my tongue repeating the path my fingers had just taken, circling her areola and then lashing her erect nipple, licking her, nipping her with my teeth. Her head fell back against the seat and she shuddered.

A gust of raw wind slammed into the car and made it rock, but inside the heater was going full blast and we were safe and warm. Sucking her tits seemed to take all the fight out of her and when I stopped both breasts were shiny with saliva, the nipples painfully erect.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked breathlessly.

I leaned over and put my lips against her shell-like ear. "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to tie you up and play with you and make you suck my cock till you come like a little whore, and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life!"

She moaned at my words and I felt her give another little shudder. I slid my hand down between her legs and pressed her skirt up against her pussy.

"You drive me wild, Natalie, and now I've got to have you, got to get my cock inside you and make you feel me. All the things you've dreamed about, all the things you're afraid of? We're going to do them today. I'm going to show you what it's all about, what you're capable of feeling."

"No," she said. "Please!" But when I kissed her again, her lips opened in shy invitation, and I felt her hot breath from her nostrils on my cheek.

I pushed the skirt out of the way and slid my fingers down where her tight, slick panties covered her pussy. She was warm down there and humid, and she groaned into my mouth as I traced her slit through the smooth fabric, knowing there was no way to escape, no chance of getting away. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her puffy lips and she started to breathe faster, whimpering in her throat. I pressed against her clit and she gasped and opened her mouth. Her little white teeth found a purchase in my lower lip and she bit down, telling me my fingers were driving her mad.

"Hot little bitch!" I hissed. "You're going to love it when I get you all tied up and eat that sweet pussy till you come in my mouth, aren't you, Natalie?"

"No.." she moaned, licking the spot she'd just bitten. "No, let me go, please!"

I was close to her, almost on top of her, my lips against her smooth skin. Her body was soft and hard at the same time, and I could feel her heart beating like a trapped rabbit, feel her skin almost twitching with excitement. I could feel the heat grow between her legs as if she were filling up with warm liquid.

I slid my finger up inside the leg hole of her panties, against the baby-smooth flesh there, pressing against the petals of her sex, and she moaned again, pressing her tits against me.

I could have sat there all day playing with her, but I needed more space, and the room was already paid for and ready.

I broke the kiss and let her go, and she looked at me in confusion.

"We're behind a motel," I said. "So we can go in the back way and no one will see us. The room's all ready, so don't give me any trouble, right, Natalie?"

I took her silence for agreement. Her eyes were hot as I pulled her sweater down, then got out of the car and walked around to her door. I helped her out and made her lean against the car as I straightened her clothes and buttoned her coat. Her wrists were still tied, but I didn't think anyone would notice. I took her arm and led her up the back stairs.

She said nothing as we walked down the hallway and I keyed the lock. I pulled her into the room and turned on the lights.

I'd been there earlier and set everything up. There were the toys arranged neatly on the dresser?the vibrators and dildos, the ropes and chains, the cuffs and anklets. There was brand new tube of KY jelly for lubrication, a new crop and a flogger in? case it should come to that. In the middle of the floor stood a wooden arm chair with ropes tied to the arms and feet, and the chains were already in place tied to the bed and laid neatly on the mattress.

It was all neat and clean, but a feeling of sexual depravity hung about the place. The plastic dildos stood up on end as if they were already hard for her, already eager to sink into that soft pussy. I'd turned the heat up earlier so it was quite warm in there, and the feeling of isolation was enhanced by the cold, miserable rain that spattered against the windows as she took in the scene.

"Oh my God," she said softly as she looked around. "Oh my God!"

"I'm going to take the rope off now so I can get your coat off. You're not going to try anything stupid, right, Natalie?"

But her eyes were fixed on the dildos and she didn't say a word as I untied her wrists and threw her coat on a chair. She looked so innocent and perky in her cheerleader outfit, it was hard for even me to believe the obscene things I had planned for her.

"Give me your wrists, Natalie," I said, and she stuck her wrists out for me, her eyes still on the sex toys. I buckled a black leather cuff set with silver steel rings around each wrist, then pulled her hands around her back again and fastened them together with a sturdy silver clip. She seemed in a trance as I went and turned down the lights, picking up a piece of rope as I returned to her.

"Let's get those tits out where we can see them, shall we?" I asked.

I tied the rope to one arm at the elbow, then passed it around the other and drew her elbows together behind her back, making her thrust her chest out. It was only when I was tying off the other arm that she seemed to recover from her trance and pay attention to what I was doing, and by that time her elbows were almost tied together behind her back.

"Oh, no," she breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

I pulled her over to the mirror so she could see. I stood behind her and leered over her shoulder like the devil himself.

"Look at yourself, Natalie," I whispered. "A sweet, innocent cheerleader, a high school girl. That's what everyone thinks you are, isn't it? That's what you think you should be too. But I'm here to show you that there's more to you than that. There's much more to you than that.

"You like to tease, too, don't you baby? You like it when the boys go mad for you, when they try to touch your tits and that hot little pussy, when they tell you how the beat off thinking about you and spill their come thinking about fucking sweet little Natalie. And all that time you?re teasing, you're secretly hoping one of those boys won't take your shit anymore, that one of those boys will get sick of your teasing and throw you down and take what he wants from you, paying you back for all that teasing, treating you like a whore. That's what you want too, isn't it, Natalie?"

"No!" she said, trying to twist away.

"Well let's just see," I said, lifting her sweater. "Let's just see what we have here."

I held her pressed back against me and lifted the bottom of her heavy sweater up over her breasts, watching her in the mirror. She looked so sweet and innocent in that cheerleader outfit with her baggy socks and white shoes, her hair pinned up on top of her head. Her bra was white too, and once I got the sweater up I filled my hands with her tits, squeezing them and pressing them together as she moaned and twisted against me.

"Watch!" I ordered. "Look in the mirror and watch what I do to you!"

She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling in my hands. I worked my thumbs down inside the cups till I could strum her nipples, then took them between my fingers and pinched softly, rolling those sensitive buds and making her gasp and try to twist away.

The feel and weight of her tits made me hard, and my cock was pressing right against her bound hands. I pressed it against her and she gasped, trying to pull her hands back.

"Feel how hard you've got me, you little tramp! That cock is all for you, baby. You caused it and now you're going to have to take care of it!"

"No!" she moaned. "No!"

I let go of her breasts and let my hands slip down her body, keeping her pressed against me. I lifted her short skirt so her panties showed and the delicious juncture of her thighs, and as my left hand held the skirt out of the way, my right hand began to stroke that hot little cunt, making her groan. She tried to lean forward and lift her leg to protect herself, but I pulled her upright.

"Watch!" I said. "Watch!"

I got my hand under the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs and left them there, midway down her legs. Her little pussy was exposed, the pubic hair trimmed close, her pink lips just visible. I held her against me and let my right middle finger just slide between those soft lips, not deep, tracing a path from her clit all the way back to the bottom of her pussy and then back up again.

"Look at yourself, you little whore! You love it don't you?"

"No! No! You're disgusting!" she spat, but I could feel her starting to tremble. Her pussy was soft and smooth?moist and getting moister by the second. She was getting aroused.

"You?re wet, Natalie. You know that? That hot little cunt is soaking wet. Why do you think that is?"

"Let me go!" she moaned, but that was the last thing I was going to do. Instead, I put my fingers over her little clit and started vibrating them, beating her off as I held her against me. She gasped, instinctively pressing her pussy against my hand, seeking more of the maddening vibrations.

"I wonder if this hot little cheerleader can come," I whispered in her ear. "I wonder if she can come by having her pussy played with. Shall we see?"

I knew she wasn't a virgin, so I slid my middle finger inside, just up to the first knuckle. It went in easily, sliding into that tight oily cunt like a warm knife into butter. Natalie cried out and tired to squeeze her legs together to keep me out, but it was no use.

With my finger inside her, I could slide my thumb against that greasy clit and do it right, and I started to masturbate her as the stood there, her head down, refusing to look at her image in the mirror, and why should she? She looked like the perfect little whore, her sweater was up and the position of her bound arms made her tits spill out of her bra. Her panties were around her tight thighs and a man's hand was in her cunt, vibrating against her, fingering her, playing with her like she was some kind of musical instrument.

Hot little tart! She had me on fire and I pressed my aching cock against her hands and strummed her pussy like it was guitar. My own face in the mirror was dark and angry with lust, thinking about the number of men she'd teased with that hot cunt, the number of guys who'd gone home to their rooms and beat off thinking of her, spilling their hot cream all over their knuckles in their loneliness and frustration.

But now she was the one getting jerked off, and in my excitement I started spanking my fingers against her swollen clit, tapping that hot bud with my two middle fingers, splashing into the wetness of her cunt and feeling her tremble and gasp.

"Oh God! No!" she moaned. "No! Don?t make me come!"

I alternated the little taps with wild circling motions, keeping her on the edge. I remembered what she'd said once, abut being afraid she wouldn't be able to come, that she might be a bad lover. But she didn't know how being tied and taken would excite her, how her own helplessness and being caught in the gale of a man's lust would send her higher than she'd ever imagined. Her thighs were wet with her own juice now and she was close to coming.

"Don't you dare come, Natalie! Don't you dare! Not until I give you my permission, you understand? Understand?"

"Oh," she groaned. "Yes, yes! Whatever you say!"

I let go of her pussy. I untied her arms and unclipped her wrists as she stood there red-faced and panting, and I pulled her sweater up over her head like she was a child. I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off her, then unhooked her skirt and let that slide down her legs. Natalie stood there in a daze, not resisting me at all. I pushed her over to the chair and sat her down on it, tied her wrists to the arms and made them snug. I buckled the cuffs around her ankles and then tied these to the front legs of the chair. I passed another piece of rope around her waist to keep her ass in the seat, then I stepped back to look at her.

The little bitch set me on fire! She was naked except for her panties and her nipples were hard as little diamonds, pointing up at the ceiling of the room. She was slumped down slightly in the chair, and her hair was coming undone, strands hanging over her back and her face. She had the look of a woman getting fucked, her lips swollen, eyes half-closed and glazed with lust. There was a little wet spot between her legs.

I went to the dresser and got the vibrators?a plain plastic one in purple and a rabbit style with the clit attachment and the rotating balls inside, and then another one, a small one, the size of a finger.

Natalie sat there like she'd been drugged, her tits rising and falling as she breathed, her hands rotating as she tested the strength of her bonds. She still knew her safe word. All she had to do was say it and I'd stop.

I came over and turned on the purple vibe. I pressed it against her cheek, then slid it down her throat as she flinched away. I wanted her to get a good look and feel the powerful vibrations. I wanted her to start imagining what it would feel like against her pussy, humming against her clit.

I slid it down over her chest and touched it to her nipple and she let her head fall back and groaned. I could see her tit flesh vibrating and could imagine what it must feel like to her. She could probably feel it in her spine.

I ran it over her tits and under them, down across her stomach and up her thighs. I studied her as I worked. She knew what was coming and didn't move, holding perfectly still, trying to ignore the maddening vibrations.

"I think you?re going to enjoy this, Natalie. I think you're going to enjoy this a lot."

I pressed the vibrator against the inside of her thigh, high up, near her sex, so she could feel the buzz. She groaned and tried to close her knees together, so I put down the vibe and got another piece of rope. I tied one end to her left knee, ran it around the back of the chair and tied the other end to her right. Now she was held totally open, unable to close her legs or defend herself. I saw her give a little shudder when she realized this.

I retrieved the vibe and put it back against her thigh and left it there. Natalie closed her eyes and whimpered. She groaned. I moved the vibe a little closer to her cunt, then a little closer. There was a wet spot in her panties and it was growing.

"Oh yes," I breathed as I grabbed her breast and massaged it, "Oh yes, this is going to be good. This is going to be very good!"

The vibrations were getting to her now, setting her pussy on fire, and she was moaning. Her hips started moving, lifting slightly out of the chair looking for the vibe, trying to get it against her pussy. I rolled it up and down her thigh, first one leg then the other. Her panties were soaked now they'd have to go. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a knife, opened it with a flick. I carefully worked the blade beneath the panties and pulled, and the garment cut cleanly. Another cut on the other side, and I pulled her shredded panties from beneath her ass, leaving her totally naked. I put the vibrator in my mouth to get it wet, and touched it against her pussy.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!"

She was excited, on fire, ready to come, and the feel of those wild vibrations against her most sensitive flesh was almost more than she could bare. Her ass jerked up off the chair and her wrists pulled tight against the bonds. She threw her head back and her tits quivered on her chest as she trembled on the edge of release.

"Remember what I told you, Natalie. You don't come without my permission, remember? You want to come, you have to ask, "Permission to come, sir?" and I'll decide. Understand?"

She was quivering like a plucked fiddle string, every muscle rigid. "Yes, yes! Oh! Permission to come, sir? Permission to come?"

"Denied!" I said, and I took the vibrator away from her, leaving her limp and gasping.

I gave her just enough time to calm down, and then I pressed the head against her pussy again, this time finding her opening. Natalie put her head back and wailed as the buzzing vibe slid into her pussy, sending those evil vibrations deep into the secret pleasure centers of her female anatomy. Her little pussy clamped tight around the purple plastic, and her thighs trembled as she tried instinctively to close her legs against the savage intruder, but it was no use?the ropes held her open and helpless.

I slid the smooth, artificial cock into her?an inch, two inches, three?and then I began to slowly fuck her with it, in and out, in and out, the vibe emerging shiny with her juices. She turned into an absolute whore. She wailed, she wiggled, her hips began an obscene pumping against the purple plastic dick as she went wild for release.

"Permission to come, sir! Permission to come?" she gasped.

"Not yet, you gorgeous slut! Not yet!"

I held the little vibe in my other hand, flicked it on and pressed the head against her clit.

"Oh no!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!!!"

The purple vibe was in her cunt; the little white finger vibe was buzzing hard against her distended clit. Her hips were jerking obscenely up out of the chair in a desperate attempt to drive the thing inside deeper inside her, her ass off the chair and vibrating as he head hung back in helpless ecstasy.

"Permission? Per? Per?"

I leaned over, my face inches from hers. "Yes, come now, slut!" I hissed. "Come hard you little whore! Spill your hot come all over my hand! Come on, give it to me! Give me your dirty come!"

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted as her body went wild, bucking and humping, twisting and writhing against the ropes. The vibrator jumped in my hand as her pussy clamped down on it with deep, visceral come-sucking waves of muscular contraction, then her body exploded into total, near-hysterical release.

I dropped the little vibrator and grabbed her breast, squeezing hard as she went into orgasmic overdrive. She opened her mouth to scream and I plunged my tongue into it as I continued to fuck that tight, spasming cunt with the purple vibe, her juice pouring out and wetting my wrist with her scalding liquid. I kissed her deep and she screamed into my mouth as she came like a banshee, her body out of control, and no sooner had her cunt stopped it?s wild twitching than I pulled the thing from her pussy and threw it on the bed.

She was gasping, panting, her body still jerking like someone was sending electric sparks through her as I untied her from the chair and threw her bodily on the bed where she collapsed like? rag doll, her hips still jerking in aftershocks of consuming pleasure, the juice still pouring from her pussy.

I walked over and started peeling off my clothes.

"And now it?s my turn," I said.

My Own Private Cheerleader

I'd always wanted my own private cheerleader, someone young, fresh, unspoiled, and innocent? but not too innocent. Someone who would maybe put up a fight, but not too much of one, someone who'd be scandalized and shocked by the things I did to her, but would secretly love it and eventually find herself overwhelmed by her own ferocious sexuality, surrendering to me with all the passion of a woman in flames, yielding to me as I quenched that fire with the hard piston of my cock plunging savagely between her legs. Someone who'd cling to me and shudder as I cried out, filling her with my hot come and teaching her the ecstasy of a woman's sexual surrender. That's what I wanted, but where was I going to find such a girl? Such a willing victim?

In Natalie, no doubt?sweet, young (but old enough), sensual; innocent in flesh but wise in spirit. Natalie was a girl I met on the web after she'd read one of my stories and contacted me. We struck up a correspondence, and soon I was tutoring her in the strange world of sex and sexuality, serving as her guide and mentor. She was very young and inexperienced, but after my initial reservations, she turned out to be terribly curious and eager, her tastes running towards the BDSM side of things?right up my alley . She was a young woman attracted to passion, but had never yet felt any of her own, and I quite selfishly wanted to be there when she did. Passion is something I know very well.

It was a weird relationship. I was used to talking about oral or anal sex, whips and rope and vibrators, and I could almost see Natalie's wide-eyed wonder at the other end as she read my words. "That's horrible!" she would say. "Tell me more!"

Her particular passion was bondage, women made to orgasm, women played with and forced to act like sluts. In other words, Natalie was interested in sexual submission, alternately fascinated and repelled by it. Her letters to me were filled with, "I can't believe people actually do that!" and then, "I can't stop thinking about that!" and finally, "I want that! I want someone to do that? to me!"

It was time to act.

We'd already met a couple times in person, and so she had nothing against meeting me one day after school. I told her to wear her cheerleading outfit and a coat that would cover it. Like I said, I wanted a cheerleader, that youth and innocence. The e-mail I?d received from her the night before was about a video she'd sent me of a girl being driven to orgasm by a man with a vibrator. Her e-mail said, "God! If I don?t get to do this soon, I'll go crazy!" That's what made up my mind.

It was a gray March afternoon and rainy, but she met me all the same. I saw her walking down the street under an umbrella, and when the wind caught the bottom of her trench coat I could see a flash of bare leg and short little skirt of magenta and gold. I hit the horn and she saw me and came trotting, ducking against the blustery rain.

"Hi!" she said as she slid into the warm car. "It?s freezing out! Why did you want me to wear my outfit anyhow?"

"Just humor me, Natalie. How are you?"

"Fine. Great. What did you want to see me about? What's so important?"

I put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. We were in an area that was part industrial, part commercial, with motels dotting the main street. I swing down a side street.

"Natalie, you trust me, don't you?"

"Sure," she said.

"You know I'd never hurt you?"

She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, I know."

Her coat was open and out of the corner of my eye I could see the smooth skin of her legs, the thrust of her breasts behind her cheerleader's sweater. I swung the car into the back entrance of a motel parking lot and pulled into a far corner, away from any other cars.

"You remember what a safe word is?" I asked her. "It's a word we use in BDSM to mean, 'Stop! I'm in trouble,' or 'I don?t want this,' or 'I don?t like what you're doing to me.' Remember? I told you about them, and I told you that we go through a lot of trouble choosing a safe word that you wouldn't use in sex play. That's why we don't use words like 'Stop' or 'don't', because sometimes in play we use those words to mean just the opposite. You remember?"

She was looking at me strangely now. "Yes. I remember. And you said you liked to use the person's full name, that if we were ever playing, all I had to do was say my full name and you'd stop and let me go, right?"

I put the car in park and left the engine idling. "Yes. That's right. And I'm glad you remembered, because it's time."

"Time?" she asked. "What time?"

I reached into my pocket and before she could react, I pulled out a length of rope. She watched stunned as I tied one end around her wrist then pushed her away and caught her opposite wrist behind her back. She didn't start fighting till I had her half-turned and was already tying off her other wrist.

"Gregg? What are you doing? Are you crazy? What??"

A sudden squall of rain swept over the car, drumming on the roof. I finished tying her wrists and let her go. She fell back against the door, her arms behind her, her eyes wild.

I glared back at her. "It's time, Natalie. It's time. Time you found out what all these things you've been thinking and dreaming about are like. Time someone showed you, someone who knows how. It's time you knew, don't you think?"

"Think? I think you're crazy, that's what I think! What are you going to do to me?"

"You know your safe word. It's just like you said. All you have to do is use it and I'll stop, understand?"

She was half leaning back against the door, her coat partly open so I could see her chest heaving as she breathed. She started pulling at the ropes, trying to get her hands free but I'd tied her well. I wasn't fooling around. And unless I missed my guest, feeling her own helplessness was just going to get her excited. All she had to do was say her full name and I'd let her go and forget the whole thing, and she knew it. I sat there and waited for it.

She tugged at the ropes, her face getting red as she pulled, but she didn't say anything.

I waited one heartbeat, two, three, and I waited, my hands on the wheel. She moved her shoulders, tugging at the bonds, but she didn't say a word. I knew she was mine.

I reached over and grabbed her arm and easily dragged her away from the door. She gasped in surprise as I pulled her against me, pulled her head back and kissed her, full on the mouth.

She tried to yell but my lips muffled her. I held her and kissed her as she tried to struggle against me, but all her struggles did was force her coat to fall open and press those luscious tits against me. I held her face and kissed her as my hand found its way under her sweater, over the warmth of her skin and up to her breast.

"Stop! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

She writhed and wiggled, pulled tight at the rope and tired to raise her knees to push me away. My hand closed on her breast, feeling the soft, fresh bra she wore, and the soft, heavy flesh. I kissed her and I peeled down the cup till my fingertips touched her nipple. At that she froze, going rigid in my arms, waiting.

My fingers traced circles around her hardening nub, feeling that margin where areola met the soft skin of her tit. She tried again to push me away by arching her back, but I held on, pressing her back in the seat. My fingers closed on her nipple.

"Don't!" she moaned. "Please!" but the feel of her skin inflamed me.

?I broke the kiss and pulled her sweater up roughly over her tits, pushed the bra down and lowered my head to suck her breast into my mouth, my tongue repeating the path my fingers had just taken, circling her areola and then lashing her erect nipple, licking her, nipping her with my teeth. Her head fell back against the seat and she shuddered.

A gust of raw wind slammed into the car and made it rock, but inside the heater was going full blast and we were safe and warm. Sucking her tits seemed to take all the fight out of her and when I stopped both breasts were shiny with saliva, the nipples painfully erect.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked breathlessly.

I leaned over and put my lips against her shell-like ear. "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to tie you up and play with you and make you suck my cock till you come like a little whore, and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life!"

She moaned at my words and I felt her give another little shudder. I slid my hand down between her legs and pressed her skirt up against her pussy.

"You drive me wild, Natalie, and now I've got to have you, got to get my cock inside you and make you feel me. All the things you've dreamed about, all the things you're afraid of? We're going to do them today. I'm going to show you what it's all about, what you're capable of feeling."

"No," she said. "Please!" But when I kissed her again, her lips opened in shy invitation, and I felt her hot breath from her nostrils on my cheek.

I pushed the skirt out of the way and slid my fingers down where her tight, slick panties covered her pussy. She was warm down there and humid, and she groaned into my mouth as I traced her slit through the smooth fabric, knowing there was no way to escape, no chance of getting away. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her puffy lips and she started to breathe faster, whimpering in her throat. I pressed against her clit and she gasped and opened her mouth. Her little white teeth found a purchase in my lower lip and she bit down, telling me my fingers were driving her mad.

"Hot little bitch!" I hissed. "You're going to love it when I get you all tied up and eat that sweet pussy till you come in my mouth, aren't you, Natalie?"

"No.." she moaned, licking the spot she'd just bitten. "No, let me go, please!"

I was close to her, almost on top of her, my lips against her smooth skin. Her body was soft and hard at the same time, and I could feel her heart beating like a trapped rabbit, feel her skin almost twitching with excitement. I could feel the heat grow between her legs as if she were filling up with warm liquid.

I slid my finger up inside the leg hole of her panties, against the baby-smooth flesh there, pressing against the petals of her sex, and she moaned again, pressing her tits against me.

I could have sat there all day playing with her, but I needed more space, and the room was already paid for and ready.

I broke the kiss and let her go, and she looked at me in confusion.

"We're behind a motel," I said. "So we can go in the back way and no one will see us. The room's all ready, so don't give me any trouble, right, Natalie?"

I took her silence for agreement. Her eyes were hot as I pulled her sweater down, then got out of the car and walked around to her door. I helped her out and made her lean against the car as I straightened her clothes and buttoned her coat. Her wrists were still tied, but I didn't think anyone would notice. I took her arm and led her up the back stairs.

She said nothing as we walked down the hallway and I keyed the lock. I pulled her into the room and turned on the lights.

I'd been there earlier and set everything up. There were the toys arranged neatly on the dresser?the vibrators and dildos, the ropes and chains, the cuffs and anklets. There was brand new tube of KY jelly for lubrication, a new crop and a flogger in? case it should come to that. In the middle of the floor stood a wooden arm chair with ropes tied to the arms and feet, and the chains were already in place tied to the bed and laid neatly on the mattress.

It was all neat and clean, but a feeling of sexual depravity hung about the place. The plastic dildos stood up on end as if they were already hard for her, already eager to sink into that soft pussy. I'd turned the heat up earlier so it was quite warm in there, and the feeling of isolation was enhanced by the cold, miserable rain that spattered against the windows as she took in the scene.

"Oh my God," she said softly as she looked around. "Oh my God!"

"I'm going to take the rope off now so I can get your coat off. You're not going to try anything stupid, right, Natalie?"

But her eyes were fixed on the dildos and she didn't say a word as I untied her wrists and threw her coat on a chair. She looked so innocent and perky in her cheerleader outfit, it was hard for even me to believe the obscene things I had planned for her.

"Give me your wrists, Natalie," I said, and she stuck her wrists out for me, her eyes still on the sex toys. I buckled a black leather cuff set with silver steel rings around each wrist, then pulled her hands around her back again and fastened them together with a sturdy silver clip. She seemed in a trance as I went and turned down the lights, picking up a piece of rope as I returned to her.

"Let's get those tits out where we can see them, shall we?" I asked.

I tied the rope to one arm at the elbow, then passed it around the other and drew her elbows together behind her back, making her thrust her chest out. It was only when I was tying off the other arm that she seemed to recover from her trance and pay attention to what I was doing, and by that time her elbows were almost tied together behind her back.

"Oh, no," she breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

I pulled her over to the mirror so she could see. I stood behind her and leered over her shoulder like the devil himself.

"Look at yourself, Natalie," I whispered. "A sweet, innocent cheerleader, a high school girl. That's what everyone thinks you are, isn't it? That's what you think you should be too. But I'm here to show you that there's more to you than that. There's much more to you than that.

"You like to tease, too, don't you baby? You like it when the boys go mad for you, when they try to touch your tits and that hot little pussy, when they tell you how the beat off thinking about you and spill their come thinking about fucking sweet little Natalie. And all that time you?re teasing, you're secretly hoping one of those boys won't take your shit anymore, that one of those boys will get sick of your teasing and throw you down and take what he wants from you, paying you back for all that teasing, treating you like a whore. That's what you want too, isn't it, Natalie?"

"No!" she said, trying to twist away.

"Well let's just see," I said, lifting her sweater. "Let's just see what we have here."

I held her pressed back against me and lifted the bottom of her heavy sweater up over her breasts, watching her in the mirror. She looked so sweet and innocent in that cheerleader outfit with her baggy socks and white shoes, her hair pinned up on top of her head. Her bra was white too, and once I got the sweater up I filled my hands with her tits, squeezing them and pressing them together as she moaned and twisted against me.

"Watch!" I ordered. "Look in the mirror and watch what I do to you!"

She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling in my hands. I worked my thumbs down inside the cups till I could strum her nipples, then took them between my fingers and pinched softly, rolling those sensitive buds and making her gasp and try to twist away.

The feel and weight of her tits made me hard, and my cock was pressing right against her bound hands. I pressed it against her and she gasped, trying to pull her hands back.

"Feel how hard you've got me, you little tramp! That cock is all for you, baby. You caused it and now you're going to have to take care of it!"

"No!" she moaned. "No!"

I let go of her breasts and let my hands slip down her body, keeping her pressed against me. I lifted her short skirt so her panties showed and the delicious juncture of her thighs, and as my left hand held the skirt out of the way, my right hand began to stroke that hot little cunt, making her groan. She tried to lean forward and lift her leg to protect herself, but I pulled her upright.

"Watch!" I said. "Watch!"

I got my hand under the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs and left them there, midway down her legs. Her little pussy was exposed, the pubic hair trimmed close, her pink lips just visible. I held her against me and let my right middle finger just slide between those soft lips, not deep, tracing a path from her clit all the way back to the bottom of her pussy and then back up again.

"Look at yourself, you little whore! You love it don't you?"

"No! No! You're disgusting!" she spat, but I could feel her starting to tremble. Her pussy was soft and smooth?moist and getting moister by the second. She was getting aroused.

"You?re wet, Natalie. You know that? That hot little cunt is soaking wet. Why do you think that is?"

"Let me go!" she moaned, but that was the last thing I was going to do. Instead, I put my fingers over her little clit and started vibrating them, beating her off as I held her against me. She gasped, instinctively pressing her pussy against my hand, seeking more of the maddening vibrations.

"I wonder if this hot little cheerleader can come," I whispered in her ear. "I wonder if she can come by having her pussy played with. Shall we see?"

I knew she wasn't a virgin, so I slid my middle finger inside, just up to the first knuckle. It went in easily, sliding into that tight oily cunt like a warm knife into butter. Natalie cried out and tired to squeeze her legs together to keep me out, but it was no use.

With my finger inside her, I could slide my thumb against that greasy clit and do it right, and I started to masturbate her as the stood there, her head down, refusing to look at her image in the mirror, and why should she? She looked like the perfect little whore, her sweater was up and the position of her bound arms made her tits spill out of her bra. Her panties were around her tight thighs and a man's hand was in her cunt, vibrating against her, fingering her, playing with her like she was some kind of musical instrument.

Hot little tart! She had me on fire and I pressed my aching cock against her hands and strummed her pussy like it was guitar. My own face in the mirror was dark and angry with lust, thinking about the number of men she'd teased with that hot cunt, the number of guys who'd gone home to their rooms and beat off thinking of her, spilling their hot cream all over their knuckles in their loneliness and frustration.

But now she was the one getting jerked off, and in my excitement I started spanking my fingers against her swollen clit, tapping that hot bud with my two middle fingers, splashing into the wetness of her cunt and feeling her tremble and gasp.

"Oh God! No!" she moaned. "No! Don?t make me come!"

I alternated the little taps with wild circling motions, keeping her on the edge. I remembered what she'd said once, abut being afraid she wouldn't be able to come, that she might be a bad lover. But she didn't know how being tied and taken would excite her, how her own helplessness and being caught in the gale of a man's lust would send her higher than she'd ever imagined. Her thighs were wet with her own juice now and she was close to coming.

"Don't you dare come, Natalie! Don't you dare! Not until I give you my permission, you understand? Understand?"

"Oh," she groaned. "Yes, yes! Whatever you say!"

I let go of her pussy. I untied her arms and unclipped her wrists as she stood there red-faced and panting, and I pulled her sweater up over her head like she was a child. I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off her, then unhooked her skirt and let that slide down her legs. Natalie stood there in a daze, not resisting me at all. I pushed her over to the chair and sat her down on it, tied her wrists to the arms and made them snug. I buckled the cuffs around her ankles and then tied these to the front legs of the chair. I passed another piece of rope around her waist to keep her ass in the seat, then I stepped back to look at her.

The little bitch set me on fire! She was naked except for her panties and her nipples were hard as little diamonds, pointing up at the ceiling of the room. She was slumped down slightly in the chair, and her hair was coming undone, strands hanging over her back and her face. She had the look of a woman getting fucked, her lips swollen, eyes half-closed and glazed with lust. There was a little wet spot between her legs.

I went to the dresser and got the vibrators?a plain plastic one in purple and a rabbit style with the clit attachment and the rotating balls inside, and then another one, a small one, the size of a finger.

Natalie sat there like she'd been drugged, her tits rising and falling as she breathed, her hands rotating as she tested the strength of her bonds. She still knew her safe word. All she had to do was say it and I'd stop.

I came over and turned on the purple vibe. I pressed it against her cheek, then slid it down her throat as she flinched away. I wanted her to get a good look and feel the powerful vibrations. I wanted her to start imagining what it would feel like against her pussy, humming against her clit.

I slid it down over her chest and touched it to her nipple and she let her head fall back and groaned. I could see her tit flesh vibrating and could imagine what it must feel like to her. She could probably feel it in her spine.

I ran it over her tits and under them, down across her stomach and up her thighs. I studied her as I worked. She knew what was coming and didn't move, holding perfectly still, trying to ignore the maddening vibrations.

"I think you?re going to enjoy this, Natalie. I think you're going to enjoy this a lot."

I pressed the vibrator against the inside of her thigh, high up, near her sex, so she could feel the buzz. She groaned and tried to close her knees together, so I put down the vibe and got another piece of rope. I tied one end to her left knee, ran it around the back of the chair and tied the other end to her right. Now she was held totally open, unable to close her legs or defend herself. I saw her give a little shudder when she realized this.

I retrieved the vibe and put it back against her thigh and left it there. Natalie closed her eyes and whimpered. She groaned. I moved the vibe a little closer to her cunt, then a little closer. There was a wet spot in her panties and it was growing.

"Oh yes," I breathed as I grabbed her breast and massaged it, "Oh yes, this is going to be good. This is going to be very good!"

The vibrations were getting to her now, setting her pussy on fire, and she was moaning. Her hips started moving, lifting slightly out of the chair looking for the vibe, trying to get it against her pussy. I rolled it up and down her thigh, first one leg then the other. Her panties were soaked now they'd have to go. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a knife, opened it with a flick. I carefully worked the blade beneath the panties and pulled, and the garment cut cleanly. Another cut on the other side, and I pulled her shredded panties from beneath her ass, leaving her totally naked. I put the vibrator in my mouth to get it wet, and touched it against her pussy.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!"

She was excited, on fire, ready to come, and the feel of those wild vibrations against her most sensitive flesh was almost more than she could bare. Her ass jerked up off the chair and her wrists pulled tight against the bonds. She threw her head back and her tits quivered on her chest as she trembled on the edge of release.

"Remember what I told you, Natalie. You don't come without my permission, remember? You want to come, you have to ask, "Permission to come, sir?" and I'll decide. Understand?"

She was quivering like a plucked fiddle string, every muscle rigid. "Yes, yes! Oh! Permission to come, sir? Permission to come?"

"Denied!" I said, and I took the vibrator away from her, leaving her limp and gasping.

I gave her just enough time to calm down, and then I pressed the head against her pussy again, this time finding her opening. Natalie put her head back and wailed as the buzzing vibe slid into her pussy, sending those evil vibrations deep into the secret pleasure centers of her female anatomy. Her little pussy clamped tight around the purple plastic, and her thighs trembled as she tried instinctively to close her legs against the savage intruder, but it was no use?the ropes held her open and helpless.

I slid the smooth, artificial cock into her?an inch, two inches, three?and then I began to slowly fuck her with it, in and out, in and out, the vibe emerging shiny with her juices. She turned into an absolute whore. She wailed, she wiggled, her hips began an obscene pumping against the purple plastic dick as she went wild for release.

"Permission to come, sir! Permission to come?" she gasped.

"Not yet, you gorgeous slut! Not yet!"

I held the little vibe in my other hand, flicked it on and pressed the head against her clit.

"Oh no!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!!!"

The purple vibe was in her cunt; the little white finger vibe was buzzing hard against her distended clit. Her hips were jerking obscenely up out of the chair in a desperate attempt to drive the thing inside deeper inside her, her ass off the chair and vibrating as he head hung back in helpless ecstasy.

"Permission? Per? Per?"

I leaned over, my face inches from hers. "Yes, come now, slut!" I hissed. "Come hard you little whore! Spill your hot come all over my hand! Come on, give it to me! Give me your dirty come!"

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted as her body went wild, bucking and humping, twisting and writhing against the ropes. The vibrator jumped in my hand as her pussy clamped down on it with deep, visceral come-sucking waves of muscular contraction, then her body exploded into total, near-hysterical release.

I dropped the little vibrator and grabbed her breast, squeezing hard as she went into orgasmic overdrive. She opened her mouth to scream and I plunged my tongue into it as I continued to fuck that tight, spasming cunt with the purple vibe, her juice pouring out and wetting my wrist with her scalding liquid. I kissed her deep and she screamed into my mouth as she came like a banshee, her body out of control, and no sooner had her cunt stopped it?s wild twitching than I pulled the thing from her pussy and threw it on the bed.

She was gasping, panting, her body still jerking like someone was sending electric sparks through her as I untied her from the chair and threw her bodily on the bed where she collapsed like? rag doll, her hips still jerking in aftershocks of consuming pleasure, the juice still pouring from her pussy.

I walked over and started peeling off my clothes.

"And now it?s my turn," I said.

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Casey Brand was the most popular girl at Smithville High. She had made varsity cheer in the tenth grade. She excelled at everything she did. She worked hard on her grades and was part of the National Honor Society. She loved cheering but knew her grades were just as important.Casey loved boys. She was dating Todd, the captain of the football team. She was growing bored of him though. Todd was as old as Casey and Casey found him to be immature. He did stupid things that made Casey roll...

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Das Spiel Es waren 5 Minuten im letzten Viertel des Superpokals übrig. Ihr Team lag 5 zurück, war aber am Zug. Eine Berührung würde das Spiel drehen. Mit dem Ball wurde geschnippt, der Quarterback fiel zurück und ging vorbei. Abgefangen! Und das andere Team lief den Ball ganz für ein Aufsetzen zurück. Verdammt! Ja, das rundet das Spiel nach oben ab", dachte Elaine," 11 Punkte zurück mit 3 Minuten Restzeit, auf der Uhr. In früheren Zeiten, würde dies den Schluss bedeuten, würden die Leute zum...

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I was sitting on the bleachers at the gym, watching the cheerleaders practicing. I regularly watched them practice. They always knew I was there and that it was harmless. I wasn't stalking them or anything creepy like that. I had just always wanted to be a male cheerleader and my school didn't allow men on the cheer team for some reason. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I must have spaced out because I didn't hear anyone come up behind me. It was my girlfriend, Jane. She's the...

Jaycee Learns how to be the Lead Cheerleader

She leaned forward, put a knee on the bed, her hands were pressed into the mattress, “Nothing, I just want to talk.” With her right leg pulled up and the other still on the floor the slip moved enough to the side I could see up the length of her leg, she wasn’t wearing panties so I got a glimpse of dark reddish pubic hair covering her pussy. I reacted to the provocative sight as only an 18-year-old can, my cock immediately began to swell. She paused; a small smile curved up the corners of...

The Teacher and the Cheerleader

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The FavorChapter 39 The Cheerleader

Rachel came into my room late one afternoon and handed me a jewel box. "What is this?" I asked. "It's a present for you," she said as she walked out. "It's long, but try and watch it tonight if you can, and watch it alone." I shrugged, but finished what I was doing so that I could watch it. I sat down and popped it in my DVD player. There were no menus; the video just started. A gorgeous blonde appeared on the screen, and I recognized her. It was Brittany Douglas from my school....

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THE QUARTERBACK AND THE CHEERLEADER BY PAUL G. JUTRAS "It's the 50, the 40, the 30, he's down!" The announcer said at the football game as Quarterback Brad Brat fumbled and lost the game for Ultra High. "You are such a loser." Missy said as she walked up in her gold and pink cheer leader outfit. "With my knowledge from my dad in the NFL, I could do a better job than you on the team." "Too bad girls aren't allowed on the team." Brad snickered. "I'd like to see you try it." "He...

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Copyright© 2002 Kenny N Gamera Mr. Young, the van driver, stuck the shovel into the sand with finality and looked at the men standing around the lip of the shallow pit. Two stood to his left. One of the others stood to his right and front. He looked at each with a question in his eyes. It was the fourth man, the one behind him, who answered with a single gun shot. Mr. Young knocked over the shovel as he fell. The men walked over to the bound girls and woman. The men listened to the sobs...

Casey the Hot Cheerleader

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The CheerleadersChapter 1-Cheerleading CampJim was bored. He and his two friends George and Jon had been following the same bus for five hours. He had been driving the entire time, with only one stop about three hours ago. As he stared at the exhaust pipe on the bus he couldn’t help but think that maybe this was not his best idea yet. The offer had been a good one. A thousand dollars for handling the school cheerleading squads' luggage. Not bad pay for a trio of juniors. Of course, getting to...

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a bad day to be a cheerleader

Introduction: jenny was soon to learn that there were worse things that could happen than not getting picked for the chearleadin squad Bang. that was the last thing jenny heard before she blacked out in the street, she had been out at a bar walking home late at night when she was knocked out. Jenny was 16 years old so she had to use a fake I.D. to get into bars she was 58, blonde and had blue eyes. she was thin athletic and perhaps most important a cheerleader at boulder high school. She woke...

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My finger was tired and my cock was hard. Who was this in my bed at this hour? My mind was groggy to say the least. My head feels like I was a Philippine hooker who swallowed everything last night. I slowly rolled over to see who was hugging me so tight and passed out cold. I opened my eyes to a beautiful sexy hot gushy site. With her legs intertwined with mine her tan arm over my chest and her bald pussy on my thigh grinding slowly and firm. It was my daughter. My 18 year old hotter than ten...

The Cheerleader

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TouchdownChapter 12 Private Medicine

London and Warwick. Tuesday. 6 days after Jennifer reappears "You had a busy day yesterday?" DI Grantby looks up from the papers he is reviewing and out through the door of his office as Sgt Borland pulls off her coat. "Yes, Sir. A productive day, I thought." She walks across to the door. "Mmmm, I looked through your report. I'm impressed." Borland smiles. She's not used to complements from Grantby. "I was surprised I made as much progress as I did. I thought I'd have to go...

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// Hello, I'm glad you've taken an interest in my musings, I'll be updating this story as much as I can, but please be patient as I do have a busy personal life on the side. If there's any particular fetishes you'd like to see in her, send me a message and I'll see what sort of magic I can make. ~Alyson \ You thought long and hard about how you were going to impressive Amelia and finally win her over, you decided to try out for the football team! Your college football team was no joke, just...

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You are formerly a cheerleader for a high school. About three days ago you had your twentieth birthday, you still don't have a car. You hear the door open and the voice of your father saying "Rachel, David is here for you." You had been trying to arrange a date for awhile with him, after all he is the Quarterback, but just recently you had heard that he was a real jerk and now your not to sure if you want to go out with him. "Just a sec" you say as you hop up from the couch, as he turns over to...

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I am an adrenaline junkie, but not in the way you would imagine one to be. My high comes when I go to places I shouldn't and do nasty things with a guy or a girl: bathroom stalls, public places, you name it and I get wet instantly. It’s the thrill of getting caught that heightens my excitement. The very first instance of my adrenaline rush came when I first began college at State. I had attended a basketball game my freshman year when a guy sat next to me and ran his hand up my leg. Lucky for...

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Heather must have looked at her watch a hundred times that day. She couldn't keep her mind on her work. She hadn't been this distracted since... well, she was too distracted to think about it. She looked at her watch for the hundred and first time. What was her son, Chris, doing right now? Let's see, he would be leaving his last class and going to basketball practice. He'd be putting on those shorts that showed his long, thickly muscled legs. He'd be wearing a tank top that revealed the...

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** This story is completely fictional. Please Enjoy! Rebecca could see up her skirt as she held Amy high above her head. “Nice ass, Amy.” That got a few chuckles from her fellow cheerleaders and a blushing face from her best friend. Rebecca and the other cheerleader holding Amy up released her feet and caught her as she twirled into their arms. Amy gave a death stare to Rebecca once she got back onto her feet. Rebecca just smiled back and laughed. She always enjoyed teasing Amy since she knew...

High School Sophomore Cheerleaders

** This story is completely fictional. Please Enjoy! Rebecca could see up her skirt as she held Amy high above her head. “Nice ass, Amy.” That got a few chuckles from her fellow cheerleaders and a blushing face from her best friend. Rebecca and the other cheerleader holding Amy up released her feet and caught her as she twirled into their arms. Amy gave a death stare to Rebecca once she got back onto her feet. Rebecca just smiled back and laughed. She always enjoyed teasing Amy since she knew...

Fucken cheerleaders

Coach Bob Porter was a science teacher at Fielding High School, home of the Fighting Pirates. He was also the coach of those fighting pirates, and he'd done a pretty good job of building up a credible team. Things had been going pretty well in the two years he'd been at Fielding. But now he sighed as he thought about what he'd agreed to. A bunch of the cheerleader's mothers had come to him all excited about having a powder puff football game during half time at the homecoming game. And he'd...

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Hey every one rah here….naam tho suna hi hoga.nyways there r goin 2 be a lot of storie s 4m my part so in case u wanna know any story in advance or any next episode of the existing stories dont hesitate 2 mail me on (preferrably gals) 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...

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