AUTHOR	Tomcat
DATE ADDED	24th August 2001
AUTHOR EMAIL	tomcatscans@earthlink.net
STORY CODES	M/F, teen, school

Little Debbie Morrison walked down the school hallway toward
the bulletin board near the principal's office. It was the first
day of the new school year, and the new cheerleading uniforms had
just arrived. The junior varsity cheerleaders had been called by
intercom to the office so they could pick up their uniforms for
the photo session that afternoon. Apparently, somebody wanted
the girls in their new outfits for the photos to be used in the
football programs.
Debbie was eager to try on her new uniform, and she smiled as
the lady in the office passed the uniforms out to her and the
rest of the girls. The cheerleaders walked down to the nearby
locker room to change.
The young sophomore slipped out of her clothes quickly and
pulled a thin white turtleneck out of a plastic bag. She pulled
it down over her head and smoothed it out across her flat tummy.
The turtleneck blouse fit very snug, the white sleeves ending
just above her wrists and her pert little bra-encased "B"-cup
breasts protruding nicely underneath.
Next, Debbie pulled out a sleeveless blue V-neck shell top,
trimmed with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and down
the sides, and slipped her arms into it. She turned to one of
her squadmates, Becky, a cute freshman with braces and long
brunette hair.
"Becky," she asked, "Would you zip me up?"
Becky smiled, her braces sparkling, and zipped Debbie's top
for her. The young cheerleader turned for Debbie to do the same
for her. Debbie brought her arms down across the front of the
shell top. It, too, pulled in nice and tight on her, with the
white chenille letters "KVHS" standing out proudly across her
chest.
Next came the cheerleading briefs. Debbie had never liked
the feeling of extra layers of panties, so she pulled off her
white cotton pair and snugged the tight white cheer panties into
place instead.
Debbie reached into another bag for her skirt. The girls had
been allowed to order them a bit shorter than usual, much to
their delight, and as Debbie looked around the room at the girls
who already had them on, she could see that they were daringly
short, indeed. She slowly slipped into hers. The skirt was
royal blue with sixteen inverted white pleats, and as she pulled
it up to her waist and buttoned, then zipped it, she remembered
that she had grown a couple of inches since the uniforms had been
ordered.
"God, Debbie!" said Becky. "That skirt's really short on
you!"
Debbie walked over to the mirror and checked it out. Sure
enough, the little pleated skirt barely covered the crotch of her
cheer panties.
She walked back to her dressing spot, sat down on the bench
and pulled on a pair of white kneesocks with three thin blue
stripes around the top, tugging them up to just below her knobby
little knees. A pair of simple white tennies completed the
ensemble.
Debbie went to the mirror with her purse and began reapplying
her makeup for the photo session. She combed her medium-length
blonde hair neatly into place, then brushed out her sweet bangs
across her forehead.
The young cheerleader leaned forward toward the mirror as she
put on some sparkling red lip gloss as Becky approached from
behind.
"I can see your panties when you lean forward like that,"
Becky told her.
"Really?" asked Debbie.
"Yep," Becky answered. "I bet Mr. Williams will say
something about that."
"I hope not," Debbie answered. Mr. Williams was the coach of
the J.V. squad, and he could be quite strict at times.

*********************

As the photo session in the school's studio began, Debbie and
the rest of the squad formed various poses with different
backdrops as the school photographer, Mr. Jordan, clicked off a
number of pictures.
After the group photos had been taken, the girls began having
individual pictures taken. Debbie waited patiently as the other
squad members posed for their pictures. She couldn't help but
notice some of the poses in which Mr. Jordan was placing the
girls.
She thought that some of them were quite provocative, such as
the placement of the skirt high up on the thighs or positioning
the cheerleader's legs to give the camera a peek at her panties.
One by one, the girls would pose and then walk out of the
studio, until only Debbie remained.
"Okay, Debbie," Mr. Jordan said, "your turn."
He instructed her to pose in a series of traditional cheering
poses, both with her blue-and-white pompons and without. After a
number of innocent photos, he instructed her to sit down on the
floor and to lean back with her arms behind her, one leg raised.
The little blue skirt fanned out with its sixteen sweet white
pleats. He took one photo, then asked her to put her other knee
out to the side. She did so, but realized that this pose gave
him a clear view of the crotch of her white cheerleading panties.
"Mr. Jordan, you can see my panties like this, can't you?"
she asked as she pulled her knee back at the last instant.
"No, but almost," he answered. "Why don't you put your leg
over like you had it?"
Debbie knew he was lying, but decided to play along. She saw
a bulge start to appear in his slacks, and she understood what it
was that he really wanted. He wanted to see her panties.
With one knee raised high and off to the side, the young
cheerleader spread her other knee out to the other side, giving
him an unobstructed view of her crotch, and he quickly snapped a
series of pictures. She could tell that he was zooming in with
the lens on the last couple of shots.
"Very nice," he told her. "why don't you pose on your knees
and elbows and turn away from me slightly?"
She looked at Mr. Jordan.
"You just want to photograph me when my panties are showing,
don't you?" she pointedly asked.
Mr. Jordan blushed slightly.
"Well, Debbie, I'd really appreciate it," he told her. "How
about I give you twenty bucks for it?"
"I don't know, sir," she said. Who's gonna see these?"
Debbie sure didn't want her parents to find out she was doing
this.
"Just me, Debbie," he answered.
"What are you gonna do with them?" she questioned.
"I'll just enjoy looking at them from time to time," he
mused.
Debbie smiled.
"Okay," she said. "Twenty bucks."
Debbie smiled. She positioned herself on all fours and
turned to face slightly away from him, then lowered herself down
onto her elbows, her tight little ass high in the air.
She could feel her little skirt pull up over her ass,
exposing her white panty-clad cheeks to the leering photographer.
"How's this?" she asked.
"Yes! Yes!" he stammered.
The photographer fumbled with his camera as beads of sweat
developed across his forehead. This beautiful young cheerleader
was showing off her white-panty-covered ass to him, and he knew
she was teasing him. Her little blue skirt pulled up high on her
ass, spreading out the sixteen white pleats for him. Her little
cunny mound, wrapped in delicious white, bulged sweetly between
her thin, smooth thighs. The white kneesocks with blue trim
accentuated her lovely young legs.
Mr. Jordan snapped off more pictures as his erection grew.
Debbie could see the enormous bulge, and she was really curious.
She felt a little bit dirty posing like this, but it was
exciting, too.
"You're a nasty man, Mr. Jordan," Debbie chided him.
"And you're a naughty little cheerleader," he quipped,
smiling.
Debbie gave him a couple more poses to shoot, which he
eagerly took advantage of.
"Why don't you rub your panties for me to photograph?" he
asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked, as she sat on the floor,
leaning back on her elbows with her knees raised high and spread
apart.
"Like this?" she asked, reaching up under her skirt and
rubbing the top of her panties across her belly.
"No," he said. "Can I show you?"
Debbie nodded and Mr. Jordan walked over to kneel next to
her. He pushed her pleats high on her tummy and gently placed
the fingertips of one hand on her panty-covered mound.
Debbie pulled away suddenly.
"Mr. Jordan!" she exclaimed. "You shouldn't do that to me!"
"But I just wanted to show you what I meant," he stammered.
"But you shouldn't be touching me like that!" she told him.
"It's okay, Debbie. I promise, you'll like it. Trust me."
Debbie relaxed. She closed her eyes as he placed his hand on
her the crotch of her tight white cheer panties and began rubbing
the fingertips gently across her covered clit.
"Ooooh. Mr. Jordan." she purred softly.
"You shouldn't be doing this." Debbie muttered. "It's not
right, you know."
"But you enjoy this, right?" he asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Then what's wrong with it?" he asked.
Debbie didn't answer for a few seconds, then managed to
whisper "Nothing, I guess.".
Back and forth went his fingertips, dancing lightly across
the wonderful soft fabric. Debbie moaned softly.
Mr. Jordan looked at the lovely young cheerleader, who still
had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the moment. He stroked
her darling clit, tenderly through her panties, as the young girl
began to moisten her crotch.
"Oh, Mr. Jordan, I'm getting all wet!" she exclaimed. She
opened her eyes and looked worriedly at him. "Is something
wrong?"
"No, Debbie," he reassured her. "It's a normal biological
function."
"Sir, you're making me feel so good." she said, her breathing
getting more shallow and rapid.
He watched the cheerleader's tight, firm breasts heave in and
out with each breath, as the letters across her vest pressed in
tightly. Her legs, spread wide apart with knees raised high,
began to tremble slightly.
Mr. Jordan took his other hand and stroked one of her legs.
Her thin, smooth thigh was so warm as it quivered beneath his
touch. He glided his hand down over her knee and stroked her
kneesock.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! OHHHHHH!!!! GODDD!!!!" Debbie squealed,
grasping her thighs tightly. She felt a warm rush overwhelm her
young body, something she had never felt before.
Mr. Jordan stopped his rubbing motion and patted her thigh.
Debbie's legs trembled with the intensity of her climax.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Jordan, that was very nice," she told him, smiling,
somewhat weakly.
Did he dare suggest that she return the favor? What the
hell.
"Maybe you could make me feel better, too," he said.
"I don't know, sir," she said, somewhat nervously. "What did
you have in mind?" she asked.
"Just jerk your hand on my penis until I cum," he told her.
"Cum?" she asked, not knowing what it meant.
"Until the white cream squirts out of it," he explained.
"It squirts white stuff out?" she asked.
"Yes, dear. Would you like to see?"
"I guess," Debbie answered. She had never seen a man's penis
before, and she was curious about it. She knew it wasn't really
right for her to be doing this, but she didn't really care right
now.
Mr. Jordan smiled at Debbie. He was about to get a hand-job
from a lovely teenaged cheerleader...

CHAPTER 2

Mr. Jordan's heart was pounding as the young high school
cheerleader smiled nervously. She looked so ravishing in her
delightful little uniform as his eyes took it all in. Her royal
blue shell top with two white stripes across the shoulders and
down the sides, with the white chenille letters "KVHS" standing
out proudly over her tight little breasts, was ever so tight. It
covered her thin, white long-sleeved turtleneck pullover. The
short royal blue skirt, with its sixteen inverted white pleats,
was piled on her tummy, exposing her sopping wet white cheer
panties, mashed against her little cunny. Debbie's knees were
raised high, her white kneesocks with the three thin blue stripes
around the top making her wonderful, thin thighs stand out even
more.
He sat next to young Debbie and unfastened his belt while the
young cheerleader watched. He quickly pulled out a throbbing
eight-inch prick, and little Debbie's eyes widened in amazement.
"Wow!" was all she could say.
Mr. Jordan smiled.
"What do you want me to do with that?" she asked. "I've
never seen one of those before."
"Well, Debbie, just put your hand around it," he coached.
Tentatively, Debbie wrapped her hand around the
photographer's rock-hard penis.
"What makes it hard like that?" she asked in wonderment.
"You do," he answered. "The muscles in there get stiff when
they get excited by cute little cheerleaders."
Debbie laughed.
"Now, just move your hand back and forth while you squeeze it
softly, Debbie."
Debbie pushed and pulled her hand on it, holding his warm
cock just as he had told her.
"Yeah, that's it," he said. "Just keep on doing that."
Debbie started a slow back-and-forth hand jerk on him.
"Just a little faster, Debbie," he urged.
The young J.V. cheerleader knew she was wrong for doing this,
but she didn't care. The feeling of a man's penis in her hand
was exciting for her. As the photographer sat there, moaning in
pure delight, she realized just how much joy there was in sexual
contact.
Debbie kept her handjob going, watching in amazement as his
cock seemed to grow even larger in her grip. The head of it was
almost purple now.
"When does the cream come out?" she asked.
"In just a few seconds," he said. "Put your other hand under
my cock to catch the stuff so it doesn't get all over the
backdrop material."
Debbie positioned her hand like he instructed.
"Faster," he told her.
Debbie pumped his prick a little quicker now. His breathing
was even louder, and Debbie sensed that he was about to squirt
his cream.
"Aw, God!" he cried. "I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum! Here it
cummmmmmms!"
As Debbie watched, his jizz squirted out into her hand. It
felt warm to her, and it kept spurting more and more out, pooling
in her palm until it finally slowed to a trickle. Debbie kept
her hand going, though.
"Okay, sweetheart," he told her. "You can stop jerking me
off."
Debbie squeezed her hand down the shaft one more time,
milking the last drops of his cum from the cock-stalk. She
released his prick as a last drop of semen oozed out onto her
fingers. She sat there, studying the pile of jizz in her palm.
"It looks kinda like pudding," she said.
He laughed.
"Want to taste it?" he asked.
She gave him a worried look.
"How does it taste?" she asked.
"It's not bad," he tried to convince her. The thought of
watching a young cheerleader, dressed in her sexy little uniform,
lapping up his cum was irresistible.
"Go ahead. Try it."
Debbie brought her hand up to her mouth and dabbed the tip of
her tongue into his jizz, then tasted it.
"Well?" he asked.
"It's not bad," she said. "Actually, it tastes kinda good."
She scooped a little more onto her tongue and swallowed it.
"You like it, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," Debbie answered.
She licked her hand several more times until she had eaten
all of it.
"How about next time I just squirt it into your mouth?" he
asked, brazenly.
Debbie laughed.
"That would be fun," she told him.
He quickly put his cock back in his pants, then zipped up and
retrieved some paper toweling for her to clean up. As Debbie
wiped up the remaining cum from her hand, he decided to give her
a business proposition.
"Hey, Debbie, how would you like to make hundreds of dollars
for a photo session?" he asked.
She was intrigued. "Really?"
"Yep," he answered. "I run a webpage on the Internet and I'd
like to put some good photos of you out there. People pay me to
look at my photos, and I'd like to add a collection of yours to
them."
"What kind of photos?" she asked.
"Of you in your uniform," he quickly answered. "And maybe a
little out of your uniform."
"You mean nude?"
He nodded. "Yeah, some panty stuff and some nude."
"I don't know," she answered. "If people I know saw those,
I'd really be embarassed."
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm very careful about who gets
these."
"Isn't it against the law? I'm only sixteen," she reminded
him.
"Well, actually, you're right. That's why I'm really
careful."
"Let me think it over," she told him.
"Fair enough," he told her. "I'll tell you what - five
hundred dollars for a two-hour photo session."
Debbie was stunned.
"And if your friend Becky wants to come along, I'll give you
guys a thousand bucks apiece."
"Wow..." was all Debbie could say. "Let me ask her!"

***************

The next day, Mr. Jordan had a knock on his door. He opened
it, and little Debbie and Becky stood before him.
"Count us in," Debbie told him, smiling.
"Are you sure?" he asked them.
"Yeah," Becky answered. "It would be fun."
"Good," he replied. "And if things go well, there might be a
chance for both of you to go into business with me. You girls
could make thousands of dollars at this type of thing."
The two girls looked at each other with excitement.
"Just for letting you take pictures of us?" Becky asked.
"Remember," he told them, "not a word to anybody."
"Definitely," Becky answered.
"Just show up here on Saturday morning at 9:00, and bring the
uniforms you wore yesterday, along with another uniform to change
into. Just make sure you girls match your outfits."
"Which other uniform?" Debbie asked. "We've got a couple of
others."
"Just pick one," he told her. "Eventually, I'll want to
shoot you in all your cheer outfits."
"Should we bring our pompons, too?" Debbie asked.
"You bet."
"Okay then," Debbie told him. "We'll see you on Saturday
morning."
As the girls walked away, Mr. Jordan wondered whether he
could get those two girls to do a lesbian scene for him to
photograph. His mind was racing ahead, thinking of even shooting
a sex scene with little Debbie and some young stud. Of course,
that would come after he had a chance at banging her sweet little
pussy...

CHAPTER 3

It was Saturday morning, and Mr. Jordan, the school
photographer, waited for the two young cheerleaders to arrive at
his studio room. He heard somebody knocking on the door, and
opened it.
Debbie Morrison and Becky McDonald stood before him, with
large athletic bags slung over their shoulders. They had dressed
very inconspicuously, which he appreciated.
"Hi, girls!" he said, with a big smile.
"Hi, Mr. Jordan," they answered.
"Does anybody know you're here?" he asked.
"No," replied Debbie. "We told our parents that we were
going to have practice."
"What time do you have to be home?" he inquired.
The girls shrugged their shoulders.
"A few hours from now, I guess," offered Becky.
"Well, girls, would you mind going to my house to shoot?" Mr.
Jordan asked. "I have a set prepared which will be much better
than doing it here."
The two girls looked at each other and shrugged their
shoulders again.
"I guess that would be okay," said Debbie. "What's better
about the set at your house, anyway?"
He smiled.
"Comfortable chairs and a nice bed for you to lie on while I
photograph you."
"This is really going to be naughty, Mr. Jordan," Debbie told
him, with a smile.

**************************

The threesome arrived at Mr. Jordan's home and walked inside.
It was nicely furnished. As the girls walked into the living
room, they could see the studio lights set up in the bedroom.
"Oh, God." was all that Becky could mutter.
"Don't worry, Becky. It'll be fun," said Debbie.
Mr. Jordan walked over to the table and retrieved two
envelopes. He handed one each to the two girls."
"Here you go, girls," he said.
Becky opened her envelope and leafed through the $20 bills.
"Oh my God, Debbie! Look!" the young girl with the braces
exclaimed.
"Pretty good, huh?" answered Debbie. "Just for letting him
take some naughty pictures of us."
"Why don't you two girls get changed?" Mr. Jordan asked.
"Okay," said Debbie. "Which outfit do you want us in first?"
"Try the one from the other day," he suggested. "You can
change in there if you'd like."
He pointed to the second bedroom.
The photographer sat down to wait while the two teenaged
girls went into the room to change into their cheerleading
uniforms.
In less than five minutes, the girls emerged from the room,
dressed in their hot little uniforms and clutching their blue-
and-white pompons. They had even applied makeup, including lip
gloss, and by the time he saw them, his dick was already rock-
hard with anticipation.
The outfits were magnificent. Standing before him, the girls
showed off their delightful young bodies for him, turning to give
him a full view.
The thin white turtleneck blouse fit very snug, the white
sleeves ending just above the wrists of both Debbie and Becky. A
sleeveless blue V-neck shell top, trimmed with two thin white
stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, fitted snugly
over the blouse. The sweet "B"-cup-sized tits on the two
cheerleaders made the white chenille letters "KVHS" protrude
nicely.
The skirt was royal blue with sixteen inverted white pleats.
Debbie's was incredibly short, barely covering her crotch, and
Becky's wasn't much longer on her thighs.
The two cheerleaders had their uniforms completed by a pair
of white kneesocks with three thin blue stripes around the top,
tugged up to just below their knobby little knees. A pair of
simple white tennies completed the ensemble.
"You're wearing the white panties, aren't you?" Mr. Jordan
asked.
"Yes, sir, without our underwear, too, so it won't look all
bunched-up," offered Becky.
She hoisted the front of her skirt to give him a peek at her
sweet white cheer panties, and he gulped.
"Well, girls," he announced. "Time to take some pictures!"
The threesome entered the bedroom and he turned on the studio
lighting. He pulled out a couple of photo albums from a nearby
shelf and handed one each to the two girls.
"Here are some examples of the type of look I'm looking for,"
he explained.
Debbie and Becky slowly thumbed through the pages, looking in
amazement at the photos: young teenage girls in school uniforms
and cheerleading uniforms, half-undressed in most of them, in
rather unusual poses.
"Did you take these?" asked Debbie.
"Yep," came the answer. "You probably know a couple of these
girls, too."
"God, Debbie, look!" exclaimed. "It's Tracie!"
Debbie looked over and saw Becky pointing at a photo of
Tracie Morgan, a senior cheerleader this year. In the photo, she
was in a varsity cheer uniform, skirt pulled up, lying on a bed
with her fingers spreading her pussy lips apart. She had the tip
of a finger in her mouth, giving a very shy look toward the
camera.
"Nice pose," Mr. Jordan commented. "Very nasty, but with an
innocent expression. I'd like to see you girls do that one,
too."
The girls thumbed through the pages for a few minutes.
"God, Debbie," said Becky. "I don't even know if I could put
my body in these positions!"
"Okay," said Debbie. "I think I know what you want now."
"Debbie, why don't I shoot you first?" he asked. "That way,
your cute little friend can see how it's done."
He looked over at Becky, who smiled shyly at him. She just
looked so innocent with her blonde bangs, her dimples and braces.
As Becky sat in a nearby chair, Debbie and Mr. Jordan
proceeded to put on a spectacular photo shoot. She took the
lead, posing in some of the same types of positions that she had
seen, even trying out some new ones. Debbie showed off her tight
white cheer panties proudly, even pulling aside the legband of
her panties so he could photograph her clit.
"Go ahead and poke a finger into your pussy," he told her.
Holding aside the panties with one hand, Debbie slowly slid a
finger of her other hand into her moist twat. She slid it in and
out, fucking herself with her finger, rubbing lightly against her
clit, while Mr. Jordan snapped off a series of photos.
"How's this?" she asked.
"Fucking great!" he told her.
"Okay, Debbie," he announced. "Time to lose the panties.
Let's take them off gradually in some unusual poses, so I can get
that, too."
As the panties slowly came off, he had Debbie pose in various
positions so he could get a number of angles. She gave him a
pose from behind, with her blue skirt high on her ass, spreading
out those delicious white pleats, her knees wide apart on the bed
with those white cheer panties stretched out tight halfway down
her thighs. Her little bare cunny puffed out so sweetly for him,
begging to be photographed. He almost ejaculated in his pants,
then and there.
"My God, Debbie," he told her. "That pose is so hot! You're
gonna make me cum like that!"
"No, sir, don't do that," she told him. "You promised you
would squirt it in my mouth next time so I could taste it."
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Let's do it right now! I can't wait
any longer!"
Mr. Jordan put down his camera and stepped to the edge of the
bed. As he quickly undid his blue jeans, Debbie scooted over to
him while Becky watched with interest. He pulled his swollen
prick out for young Debbie.
"Okay, sweetheart," he instructed. "Just put it in your
mouth and suck on it while you move it in and out."
Tentatively, little Debbie opened her mouth and placed the
head of his cock between her lips, then sealed her mouth around
it. It tasted quite unusual to her, but not bad.
"Oh, Gawd!" exclaimed Becky. "You're sucking on his thing!"
"Yeah," answered Mr. Jordan. "Debbie's sucking my dick."
"In and out," he reminded Debbie. "Let me fuck your sweet
mouth."
Debbie's head began to move forward and back on his schlong,
sucking as she went. Her eyes looked upward to him for approval.
"Oh, yeah, baby! That's it!"
The young cheerleader sucked his cock gently and slowly,
stroking it gently with the fingers of one hand, while her head
moved forward and back, her blonde hair swinging in rhythm.
She popped her lips off, but kept up the hand jerk.
"Does this feel good?" she asked.
"Shit, yeah. Suck it, sweetheart!" he told her.
Debbie sealed her lips around him again and resumed her blow
job. As she sucked him in and out, she tickled the sensitive
underside, just at the base of his prickhead, with the tip of her
tongue.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "That's it, baby! Tickle that
spot with your tongue!"
"God, Debbie!" Becky gasped, watching the incredible show.
"What are you gonna do?"
"She's gonna suck me till I cum," Mr. Jordan answered for
her.
"Cum?" Becky asked.
"Yeah," he told her. "My dick's gonna squirt out white cream
when it gets so excited it can't take any more."
"Really?" she asked.
"You're not gonna squirt it in her mouth, are you?"
"Um hmm..." Debbie mumbled, her mouth full of throbbing cock.
"God..." Becky mumbled.
"You're gonna drink my cum, too, aren't you, my sweet little
cheerleader?" He asked, smiling at Debbie.
Debbie looked up at him with hungry eyes and giggled. She
started jerking on him furiously, faster and faster, while she
worked him with her tongue.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! OHHHHHH! YEAHHHHH!!!"
He gasped as his cock let go with its load.
Debbie could feel it expand in her mouth and then squirt warm
cream down her throat. She almost gagged at first, but managed
to swallow it as he pumped it into her sweet teenaged mouth.
Squirt after squirt, he poured a big load into the little
cheerleader's mouth. When it finally slowed to a stop, she
pulled her lips off of him, swallowing down the last of it.
"Wow..."" he mumbled, totally drained of energy.
"I didn't get to see his cream," Becky said, disappointed.
Mr. Jordan stroked his cock once more and managed to work out
a final wad of cum, which bubbled up on his piss slit.
"There it is, Becky," he told her. "That's what it looks
like. Wanna taste it?"
"I don't know..." Becky blushed.
"Go ahead, Becky," Debbie urged. It tastes pretty good,
actually."
The cute little blonde cheerleader got up from her chair and
walked over to the bed where he sat. She bent over slowly. As
her little white pleats rose and fanned out across her ass, he
couldn't help but place a hand on the back of one of her thin
thighs, stroking upward until he felt the soft panty fabric.
He watched as the delightful little cheerleader tentatively
put her tongue out and licked his cum from his prickhead.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's not bad," she admitted. "It does taste a little
strange, but it's not bad."
"Would you like to drink some in a little while?" he asked.
"Sure, I guess," she said. "If it's all right with Debbie."
Debbie agreed with her.
"Uh huh," Debbie told her. "You can try it out next time."
Mr. Jordan smiled as he pulled his pants back on to take more
pictures. He was looking forward to having cute little Becky
sucking his cock, too...

CHAPTER 4

Little Debbie Morrison and Becky McDonald were naturals in
front of the camera. Debbie was enjoying herself while she posed
for Mr. Jordan, and when Becky took her first turn, she loosened
up more quickly than Debbie would have imagined.
"That's it, Becky," he coached her. Pull the front of your
panties so they form a narrow slit between your pussy lips."
Becky smiled for him, showing off her braces, which only
added to the youthful look that he wanted. She giggled, and it
was pretty obvious to Debbie that her friend was having fun, too.
"Now pull the legband off to the side and stick the tip of
your index finger into your pussy so that I can see it."
Becky did as ordered, and a couple more flashes filled the
room as Mr. Jordan clicked off more frames. Little Becky was a
dream as she lay there in her darling cheerleading uniform.
Her sleeveless royal blue V-neck shell top, with two thin
white stripes across her shoulders and down her sides, snugged in
quite tightly over her white turtleneck cheerleading blouse. The
white chenille letters "KVHS" heaved up and down with each
breath.
Becky's sweet little royal blue cheerleading skirt was
scrunched up to the top of her creamy, thin thighs. The sixteen
inverted white pleats were spread out in a splash of color, and
those tight white cheer panties were moist with her love juices
as she stretched the crotch fabric to one side.
The young cheerleader's little knobby knees were raised high
in the air and spread wide to the side. Her white kneesocks,
with the three thin blue stripes ringing the tops, only
highlighted the innocence of the young girl.
"Great smile," he commented, as he quickly changed film
rolls.
"Thanks," she chirped back. "Are these poses sexy enough?"
"Very nice, Becky!"
Her blonde ponytail, bangs combed out across her forehead,
dimpled cheeks and braces added to the cheerleading teenager's
desirability.
"Okay, sweetheart, why don't you start slowly taking those
panties off?"
Becky had been watching Debbie's technique carefully, and she
duplicated the same movements, ever so slowly, giving Mr. Jordan
plenty of time to photograph her in the process.
After taking still more photos of her without her panties,
her legs spread wide apart and her little cheerleading skirt
fanned out high on her waist, he decided to get Debbie back in on
the action.
"Okay, Debbie," he said. "Why don't you join her on the
bed?"
Quizzically, Debbie walked over and sat next to her friend.
"Debbie, I'd like you to start licking Becky's pussy."
The two girls laughed, somewhat nervously.
"Just try it," he urged.
"Yeah," Becky added. "Try it, Debbie. Let's see what it's
like."
Debbie crawled up on the bed and lowered her head between
Becky's knees. Slowly, she put her warm tongue on her friend's
clit and licked across it.
"Oh, God..." Becky moaned softly.
Debbie repeated the move. It didn't really bother her like
she thought it would, and apparently her friend really liked it.
She could easily handle the taste of another girl's juices.
"Oh yeah," Becky groaned. "Keep going, Debbie!"
As Debbie licked Becky's clit repeatedly, Mr. Jordan was only
too happy to keep clicking away with his camera.
"Stick your ass high in the air while you eat her pussy," he
asked Debbie.
Debbie hunched her back, pulling the fanned-out white pleats
of her little royal-blue cheerleading skirt high on her ass,
giving him a nice view of her little panty-less cunny mound
nestled between her thighs.
"Yeah, keep going..." Becky coached. "That feels sooooo
good!"
Debbie paused her licking.
"Yeah, well, I'd better get some of this, too!" Debbie told
her.
"Just turn yourself around, Debbie," Mr. Jordan suggested.
"She can lick yours while you do hers."
"Good idea," Debbie replied. She crawled over her friend,
facing the opposite direction, and resumed her clit-licking.
"Put your butt lower," Becky told her. "I can't reach you."
Debbie spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto Becky's
face, as Becky pulled Debbie's skirt up and out of her way.
"Aw, shit!" Debbie exclaimed as Becky's soft tongue probed
her friend's wetness.
"That's really good," Mr. Jordan commented while he clicked
more photos.
"Just keep on rubbing your tongues around each other's clit.
You'll have an orgasm in just a few minutes."
The scene was incredible. These two little J.V.
cheerleaders, dressed in their cute little uniforms without their
panties, moaned in ecstasy while they ate each other's pussy.
Mr. Jordan's cock was even harder than before. He was
looking so forward to putting it in little Becky's virgin mouth.
In a few minutes, the moaning of the two cheerleaders was at
a fever pitch. Becky's legs were shaking as Debbie sucked and
licked her clit.
"Oh... oh... OHHHHH!" Becky screamed. "I'm gettin' it! Oh
my God!!!!"
Becky's screams of delight died down as Debbie slowed her
licking to a stop. Becky, who had taken a break of a few seconds
because of the intensity of her own climax, now worked to give
Debbie the same sexual release.
"Yeah," Debbie said. "That's it, Becky. Keep going..."
Debbie pushed her pussy down harder into Becky's face,
rocking forward and back to help her friend with the friction on
her clit.
"Faster, Becky..." she muttered. "Faster..."
Debbie was enjoying herself more than she ever had in her
life. Sensations swept over her young body that she had never
felt before, and she was almost breathless with the intensity.
"I'm gonna cum, too!" she cried. "Almost there!"
After several more seconds, she felt the first spasm as she
reached orgasm. An incredible surge of warmth coursed through
her body, and she shuddered.
"Aw, shit! I'm cumming!" she screamed.
Debbie's body shook uncontrollably with the climax as she
squatted on top of her friend's face, her little cheerleading
skirt piled up high on her ass. Finally, she rolled off, lying
next to her friend. Both smiled at each other, their faces
glistening with each other's pussy juice.
"How was that, girls?" asked Mr. Jordan with a smile.
"That was great," answered Debbie.
"Yeah," Becky added.
"Somehow, I've got the feeling that you girls will try that
again sometime," he chortled.
The two cheerleaders laughed, and Becky noticed that his cock
was rock-hard again.
"Looks like you enjoyed watching, too!" she said.
"You bet," he replied. "Becky, are you ready to suck your
first cock?"
Little Becky nodded, flashing her braces and her cute dimpled
smile. She scooted to the edge of the bed as the man stepped
toward her.
Debbie watched with interest as her friend grasped his
throbbing prick with her right hand. Becky's open mouth waited
as he pushed his cock between her virgin lips.
"Just suck on it and work your mouth back and forth like
Debbie did," he reminded her. "You can use your hand to stroke,
too."
Becky did as instructed. Her fingers massaged the length of
his cock softly as she fucked several inches in and out of her
mouth.
"Yeah, just like that, honey..." he murmured. "Oh, God..."
As Becky sucked him, Debbie crawled off the bed and grabbed
his camera, which was sitting on a nearby dresser.
A flash lighted the room, and Mr. Jordan looked over to see
Debbie aiming the camera at them.
"Good idea, Debbie," he told her. I'd like to have a
souvenir from this."
Debbie had used cameras before, and she took perverse
pleasure in shooting photos of her cheerleader friend with a
mouthful of cock.
"This is just so nasty," she blurted out as she snapped off a
wide-angle photo to get the full image of Becky in her uniform
sucking the man off.
Becky giggled as she looked over at Debbie, almost posing for
the photo.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "How about I blow my load all
over your face, and Debbie can take a picture or two of you with
my cum all over you?"
Becky managed an "Um-hmmm..." as she worked him over, her
dimpled cheeks caved in as she sucked.
"Use your tongue underneath the head," he suggested. "It's
really sensitive there."
Becky pressed her tongue against the bottom of his prick-
head, stroking it back and forth as she fucked him with her
mouth.
"Shit, you're gonna make me cum, Becky!" he gasped.
He suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and tilted her
head back.
"I'm gonna spray it on your face, okay?"
She nodded and opened her mouth to try to catch some of his
cream.
"That's it, honey. Keep your mouth open, and I'll make sure
you have some to eat," he told her.
Becky watched him as he jerked himself over her, holding the
tip of his cock down toward her open mouth.
"Here it comes, baby!" he moaned. "Take my load, you sweet
little thing!"
He grunted as his prick shot a gooey string of cum into her
mouth, then splattered the next across her upper lip. He held
Becky's head steady as he squirted again across her nose and onto
her forehead, then another against her cheek toward the camera.
Becky could feel the warmth of his jizz as it sprayed onto
her face. It felt so naughty, and yet it was so much fun.
Debbie photographed the two of them as he aimed another shot
into Becky's hungry mouth. The young cheerleader swallowed it as
he fired yet another burst onto her lips.
Finally, the cumbath slowed to a trickle.
"Smile, Becky!" said Debbie.
Little Becky looked over to the camera, showing off her cute
dimples. Gooey wads of cum coated her sweet face, some of it
running down her upper lip and onto her braces.
"Oh my God..." he muttered, staring down at the little cum-
covered cheerleader. "Give me the camera now."
Debbie handed him the camera.
"Just keep smiling like that, Becky," he told her.
He took a series of photos of the smiling cheerleader's messy
face, then backed up to get her uniform in with the shot.
"Lean back on your elbows, put your feet on the edge of the
bed and spread your legs," he ordered.
Becky obeyed, and he was rewarded with a wonderful view of
this cute little cheerleader, her royal blue skirt hiked up,
kneesock-encased legs wide apart, pulling her white pleats out in
a fanned pattern. Her still-wet and bright pink pussy glistened
in the lights, and his fuck-cream ran down her sweet, smiling
face, dripping from her chin onto her royal-blue cheerleading
top.
"Wow, that's really nasty!" commented Debbie, smiling at her
friend as Mr. Jordan clicked off a few more photos.
"I didn't know you could be so naughty, Becky!" she added.
Becky chuckled as she licked another wad of cum that had run
down the side of her nose and onto her lip.

************************

After Mr. Jordan had cleaned Becky's pretty face, the three
sat down to catch their breath.
"So you girls have never had sex before?" he asked.
"No, sir," they both answered.
"Unless sucking on your thing counts," Debbie answered.
He smiled. "No, I meant having a dick inside your pussy."
"How would you girls like to make a lot of money to have sex
on videotape with guys?" he asked.
Debbie and Becky looked at each other, not sure how to
answer.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, sir," Debbie
answered.
"Like how much money?" Becky asked curiously.
"Like a couple of thousand a day," he told her.
The eyes of the two cheerleaders were wide open.
"I sell videotapes like that to a very select group of men,"
he told them.
"Really?" asked Debbie. "Men would pay lots of money for
videos starring girls like us?"
"You bet they would," he told them. "Young girls like you
are really hot. And the guys really get off on cheerleader or
school uniforms."
"Would you like to see an example of a video?" he asked.
"I guess," Debbie answered.
"Let's go watch some TV," he told them, and walked into the
living room.
The two young cheerleaders, still dressed in their cute
little uniforms without their panties, sat on a nearby couch,
while Mr. Jordan sorted through some videotape cabinets, finally
selecting a tape.
"We'll look at this one," he announced.
He put the tape into the VCR and started playing it.
"This is Tracie Morgan," he told them. "You know, your
fellow cheerleader that you saw in some of the photos."
The picture came on the TV, showing Tracie, dressed in the
same cheerleading uniform that she had worn in the photos. She
was lying in bed, her legs spread apart and her sweater pulled up
over her tits, while an older man was on top of her, fucking her
hard.
"Oh, God, baby..." the man moaned. "You're such a sweet
fuck!"
The two girls watched, fascinated, while the man plowed his
penis repeatedly into their older cheerleading friend.
"On your hands and knees!" he ordered her. "I'm gonna fuck
you doggie-style."
Tracie did as instructed. The man approached her from behind
and scrunched her cheerleader pleats up high on her ass.
Grasping her sides, he pumped hard into the young lady from
behind. Tracie's dangling tits swung back and forth as he fucked
into her.
"Oh, God!" Tracie groaned. "Fuck me, mister!"
"Yes, my little cheerleader! I'm fuckin' your tight little
cunt!" the man told her.
"I think this is the point where he's about to cum", Mr.
Jordan told them.
"Oh, shit! I'm gonna shoot my stuff!" the man yelled.
"Do it, mister!" Tracie shouted. "But not in my pussy! Cum
on my face!"
As the two girls watched the image, the man pulled out of
Tracie while she rolled over onto her back. The man quickly
crawled up to her face, jacking off furiously. Suddenly, he shot
a load of jizz onto Tracie's smiling face, pumping furiously
while his cock spat out its huge load all over the young
cheerleader.
Tracie laughed on camera as she received her cumbath.
Streaks of jizz coated her lovely schoolgirl face.
The camera had zoomed in, and caught an image of Tracie
licking off some of the cum that had splattered across her teeth.
"That's it, you little fucking cheerleader! Eat my cum!" the
man muttered on the tape.
Mr. Jordan turned off the tape.
"Well, what did you think?" he asked.
The two girls again looked at each other.
"Remember, this would all be very secret," he reminded them.
"We would all get into a lot of trouble if some folks were to
find out. The only people who would know are the three of us, a
few actors like the guy you saw, and my discriminating
customers."
"Well, I guess we could try it once, couldn't we?" Becky
asked.
Mr. Jordan smiled. "Yes, that would work. Would you rather
star with a young guy or an older, more experienced man?" he
asked.
"Or maybe both?" he quickly added. "I could shoot the two of
you with two different men, who could trade off."
"That sounds really nasty," Debbie said.
"And really fun!" Becky smiled.
Then we have an agreement?" he asked. "Two thousand apiece
for a whole day of acting with two guys?"
The two girls looked at each other and nodded.
"Okay then, next Saturday?" he added.
"Yeah," Debbie said. "That should work."
"All right," he told them. "We have a deal, then. You girls
can get fucked for the first time on camera. But in the
meantime, we have more pictures to do in your other uniforms,
right?"
He smiled at them, and they both nodded in agreement.
"Why don't you girls get changed?" he suggested.
Debbie and Becky quickly scurried off to the nearby bathroom
to change into another cheerleading uniform, while Mr. Jordan sat
and smiled to himself. He had made quite a find here, and he
couldn't wait to film the two girls losing their cherries next
weekend.

CHAPTER 5

Young Debbie Morrison and her friend, Becky McDonald, arrived
at Mr. Jordan's home by taxi, carrying travel bags containing
their cheerleading uniforms.
Mr. Jordan had asked them to bring several uniforms, so
Debbie worked with her friend Becky to pick out a few good
combinations, including the outfit which Mr. Jordan had enjoyed
so much the week before.
Debbie had joked with her friend about Becky having to get
her uniform dry-cleaned to get the cumstains out from the
previous week.
Somehow, Debbie thought, she'd be getting stains on at least
one of her own outfits before the day was over.
Debbie rang the doorbell, and Mr. Jordan answered and let the
two girls in.
"Hi, girls!" he said, hugging each of them.
"I was hoping you wouldn't be having second thoughts," he
added.
"No, sir," Becky chimed. "This would be a fun way to make a
lot of money!"
He smiled and nodded. "You're right."
Walking over to a nearby table, he produced two envelopes and
handed one to each of the girls.
"Payment in full!" he announced.
Debbie looked into the envelope and saw an assortment of
hundred-dollar bills.
"Oh my God." she muttered. "That's a lot of money."
"But you girls are worth it, aren't you?" he asked.
The three of them laughed as they walked into the living
room. Seated on the couch were two men, who smiled at the girls
when they saw them.
"Let me introduce you," Mr. Jordan told them.
"Debbie, I'd like you to meet Jim."
The older man, probably in his early 40s, stood up and shook
Debbie's hand.
His hand was warm to her touch, and his blue eyes conveyed
that same warmth. His hair was partially gray, and he was very
tall, with a nice physique.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Debbie," he told her. "You're
truly a beautiful young woman."
Debbie smiled, blushing, as he turned to her friend.
"And Jim, this is Becky," Mr. Jordan added.
"Nice to meet you, Becky," he told her. "You're a very
attractive young lady, as well."
"Debbie, this is Dan."
The other man, in his early 20s, was shorter than Jim, with
sandy blonde hair and a more muscular build. He shook Debbie's
hand and simply nodded.
To Debbie, his steely gray eyes burned through her with a hot
stare. She knew instantly that he was anxious to fuck one of
them.
"Guys," he announced, "these young ladies have never been
fucked before, so go easy on them, at least to start with."
"Virgins?" Dan asked.
The two girls nodded.
"Well, they did suck me off last week, but that doesn't
exactly count, does it?" Mr. Jordan asked.
They all laughed.
"Well, girls, why don't you go get changed into one of your
cheerleading outfits?" Mr. Jordan suggested.
"Cheerleaders, huh?" Jim asked.
"Yep," Debbie quipped.
"I love cheerleaders in their uniforms!" he said.
"Good," she told him. "Cause we each brought three outfits."
"There's nothing quite like fucking a cheerleader in her
uniform." Jim told her with a wink, patting her ass through her
jeans.
Debbie smiled at him. She already knew she wanted this older
man to be the first to fuck her.
"Then you can be the first," she told him. She and Becky
headed to the bathroom.

****************

The two girls picked out different uniforms, to give the
guys some variety. After fixing their hair and makeup, they were
ready to begin the day's adventure.
"Are you scared?" asked Debbie.
"Yeah, a little," admitted Becky. "But it's exciting, too."
Debbie nodded. She turned the handle to the bathroom door
and the two schoolgirls stepped out toward the living room.
"Oh, shit!" Dan exclaimed when he saw the two young
cheerleaders in their uniforms.
Mr. Jordan had turned on studio lights in the living room.
Debbie felt the fuck-hot stares of the three men, knowing that
each of them was itching to fuck her brains out.
"Which of you girls would like to go first?" Mr. Jordan
asked.
"I guess I will," answered Debbie.
"Which of these guys would you like to fuck you, then?" he
asked.
"Jim," came the answer without hesitation.
The older man smiled and got up off the couch.
"Okay," Mr. Jordan reminded everybody. "For this first time,
I want you girls to act really shy and innocent. It's your first
time, and I want it to look that way."
The two girls nodded.
"Later, we'll switch off, and then I'll even get in on the
action. That's when you can get really nasty for the camera.
Debbie felt Jim put a hand on her shoulder. He smiled at
her.
"I'll be gentle with you, sweetheart," he told her. "I'll go
slow and easy. You'll enjoy this."
She smiled back.
"Thanks," Debbie responded. "I know I'll enjoy you."
The young girl thrilled to his touch through her sweater.
She was ready to step into womanhood.
"Okay, Debbie, we're going to pretend that your teacher just
brought you home from a game, and he's going to seduce you," Mr.
Jordan told her. "Let's see how good of an actress you can be."
Debbie and Jim walked toward the back door, while Becky and
Dan moved out of the camera angle and sat to watch. Mr. Jordan
positioned the video camera to begin filming."
"Ready?" he shouted. "Action!"
Jim and Debbie walked through the back hallway into the
living room.
"Well, Debbie, here you are," Jim told her.
"Thanks for the ride, sir," she told him.
"Where are your parents?" he asked.
"Oh, they're out of town for the weekend. It's just me and
my older sister."
"Where's your sister, then?" he inquired further.
"She won't be home for hours," Debbie told him. "She's out
on a date with her boyfriend."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah. Why?" Debbie asked.
"Well, would you mind if I stayed for a little while? Maybe
we could talk or watch a little TV."
"I guess that would be okay," Debbie mused.
"I really like your uniform tonight, Debbie," he told her.
"Really? I like wearing it, too. It's one of my favorites,"
she told him.
He sat on the couch.
"Why don't you model it for me," he suggested. "Let me see
you in it."
Debbie blushed as she stood before him shyly, letting his
eyes take in the delicious cheerleading treat before him.
Her blonde bangs draped her forehead, while her shoulder-
length blonde hair framed her sweet smiling face. Her bright
blue eyes, red lips and sparkling white teeth were inviting.
Debbie saw Jim's eyes drop from her face to her cheerleading
uniform. She wore a royal blue sweater, with two bands of white,
about two inches wide, around both the torso and arms. Her name,
DEBBIE, was spelled out in blue chenille letters with white
edging across her chest. A detachable white collar trimmed the
sweater nicely.
Debbie's skirt was also royal blue, with sixteen inverted
white pleats. Since she had grown during the summer, it was very
short on her, much shorter than the same skirt on the other
cheerleaders on her squad.
She watched his eyes take in her thin thighs, her cute little
knees and the blue kneesocks, with three thin white stripes
ringing them near the top. Her simple white tennies completed
the delicious outfit.
"Just turn around slowly for me," he told her.
Debbie did so, turning until she faced away from him.
"Stop!" he ordered. "Now touch your toes."
"Touch my toes?" she asked.
"Yes, I'd like to see how flexible you are."
Debbie slowly bent forward, as the back of her little skirt,
barely long enough to cover her cheer panties, rose and fanned
out across her tight ass. She knew that he had a nice view of
her teenaged cunny, wrapped in royal blue fabric, bulging between
her thighs.
When she had touched her toes, she straightened up again.
"I think you just wanted to see my panties, didn't you?" she
asked.
"Maybe," he admitted, as he arose and put his arms around her
waist.
"Sir, you shouldn't do that," she chided him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I'm much too young. My parents wouldn't want me to
do this."
She felt one of his hands drop down the back of her skirt and
gently cup one of her ass cheeks through her cheerleading
panties.
"You shouldn't be doing that, mister."
Debbie tried to pull away, but Jim wouldn't let her go.
"It's all right," he assured her. "You'll like this. Trust
me."
"But my parents wouldn't li- ".
Debbie was cut off in mid-sentence as he leaned forward and
pressed his lips to hers. He coaxed her mouth open and pushed
his tongue into it. She responded eagerly, her tongue flicking
into his mouth.
As they kissed, Jim ruffled up the little pleats on the back
of her tiny skirt, scrunching them up on her waist so the camera
could film her tight little panty-clad ass.
Debbie felt him press her tightly against him, and could feel
the start of a hard-on rubbing through her uniform. She was so
incredibly turned-on, but remembered what Mr. Jordan had said
about trying to act shy.
Jim reached up under Debbie's cheerleading skirt and grasped
the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he began to pull them off
of her.
"Stop, sir," she interrupted. "This really isn't right.
I'll get into a lot of trouble."
"But who's gonna find out?" he asked. "This is our little
secret."
Before she could respond, he once again kissed her
passionately. Slowly, she could feel her panties being pulled
down, until they fell to the floor around her tennies.
"Why don't we go to your bedroom?" he suggested.
Debbie looked very scared, but he took her by the hand. She
stepped out of her panties as he led her from the room.
"Cut!!" called Mr. Jordan.
Debbie and Jim stopped and looked back.
"How was that?" Debbie asked.
"You guys are doing great," Mr. Jordan answered. "Now it's
time to shoot the bedroom stuff."
Mr. Jordan led them to a different bedroom than the one she
and Becky had used the previous week. This bedroom was decorated
like a young girl's room, complete with stuffed animals on the
bed.
"Wow," said Debbie. "This is going to look really naughty."
While Becky and Dan watched from next to a closet, Mr. Jordan
positioned himself in the room.
"Why don't you two go out into the hall and I'll start by
filming you walking in," he offered. "Then you guys can just go
for it on the bed."
Debbie nodded, and Mr. Jordan prepared to resume filming. He
positioned some lights to cover all of the angles and grabbed the
video camera.
"All right, ACTION!"
Jim led Debbie by the hand into the room and positioned her
next to the bed.
"I'm scared, mister."
"It's all right, sweetheart," he told her as he hugged her.
"Just lie down on the bed. You'll enjoy this, I promise."
Jim lowered her slowly onto the bed. Debbie moved to the
middle of the bed as Jim climbed in, just below her feet. Debbie
had her knees cocked high in the air, her little blue
cheerleading skirt pushed up a bit.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm gonna lick your sweet little pussy," he told her.
Clutching one of the teddy bears next to her, the young
cheerleader watched as he leaned forward. She spread her knees
wide apart for him and watched his head, between her white
kneesocks, disappear under the soft white pleats.
Debbie closed her eyes as she felt his warm tongue touch her
clit. She moaned softly as Jim worked her with the skill of a
professional. Debbie opened her eyes and looked down to where he
was. Mr. Jordan was filming a close-up of the action down there,
and Debbie smiled. She suddenly remembered that this was all
part of an acting assignment, so she figured she should make it
good, and that meant to show more skin for the camera.
Debbie had removed her bra before she had changed into her
cheerleading uniform, so she grasped the waistband of her sweater
and slowly pulled it upward until it popped over her small but
firm tits.
As Jim licked and sucked her tender clit for the camera,
Debbie moaned even louder and pinched her nipples, rolling them
in her fingertips.
"Oooh, mister, that feels so good!" she cried. She could
feel herself building up to an incredible level of excitement
that she had never felt before.
Mr. Jordan widened the camera angle to catch Debbie grimacing
with the intensity. She squeezed her rock-hard nipples even
tighter, gasping for breath.
"Yeah! Keep doing that! Keep going!" she begged.
Debbie's legs began trembling. Then she reached orgasm.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh!"
Young Debbie had never felt an orgasm quite like that. Her
entire body convulsed in spasms, her chest heaving. Slowly, Jim
stopped his relentless tongue assault on her clit. He looked at
Debbie, who just smiled in admiration.
"That was so wonderful," she gushed. "What can I do for you
now?"
"You can start by sucking on my penis," he told her. "Then,
when my prick gets nice and hard, I'll fuck your soft, tight
pussy with it."
Debbie smiled shyly.
"Just tell me what to do, then," she told him. "Cause I've
never done this sort of thing before."
He quickly stripped his clothes off, then stood before her.
"Okay, sweetheart," he told her. "Just get on your knees
right here."
Debbie crawled out of bed and knelt obediently before him.
His eight-inch cock wobbled in front of her face, half-swollen.
"Now hold it with one hand and lick up and down the length of
it."
Debbie obeyed, sliding her tongue softly up and down the
shaft.
"That's it, baby," he said approvingly. "Just like you were
licking an ice cream cone."
She continued her licking, even swirling her tongue around
the prick-head.
"Oooh, yeah, baby! It's most sensitive just under the head."
She concentrated her licking there.
"Now put it in your mouth and slowly slide it in and out.
Try to rub it with your tongue while you do that."
Debbie followed her orders knowingly, while Jim stood before
her, moaning softly.
"In and out of your mouth, baby," he told her.
Debbie began to fuck him with her mouth, her blonde hair
swaying forward and back.
"You can even stroke with your hand while you do that," he
added.
Debbie sped up her blowjob, adding a handjerk to the action.
She wiggled her tongue tip against the underside of his prickhead
while she jerked him.
"Aw, shit! You're gonna make me cum like that!" he groaned.
Jim pulled his rock-hard dick out of the cheerleader's mouth
before he could blow his load.
"Okay, now you're gonna get fucked. So this is your first
time?"
Debbie nodded.
"You're gonna enjoy this," he told her.
Jim helped Debbie from the floor and placed her gently on the
bed. With her pretty blue kneesocks cocked high in the air, he
spread her legs and positioned himself between them.
Debbie watched as Jim fisted his cock against her wet pussy
lips and rubbed it a few times against her clit. Then she felt
the tip enter her.
Debbie bit her lip as Jim pulled out briefly, then pushed
back into her again, a little bit deeper.
"That doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked thoughtfully.
"No, it's a little uncomfortable, but not bad," she replied.
He repeated the process until his cock was fully pressed into
the young cheerleader's twat. He began a nice, easy fuck rhythm
into her.
"How's this?" he asked.
"It's good," she told him.
Knowing she had a video camera on her, she pulled up her
sweater again, kneading her nipples with her fingertips, while
the man plowed her sweet pussy.
"Ooooh." she moaned softly.
Mr. Jordan filmed them from several different angles. The
bed creaked softly as Debbie, dressed in her cheerleading
uniform, lost her virginity on film.
After a couple of minutes, Jim pulled out.
"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded.
Debbie obeyed, and Jim crawled up behind her. He pushed her
little skirt up high on her ass, the white pleats scrunched up,
as he grasped her sides and pushed into her from behind.
Debbie was really getting into this now. The teen
cheerleader felt so nasty, so hot for cock. She was turning into
a slut.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Fuck me!"
"Such a tight little pussy!" he mumbled.
She moved forward and back into him, her tight little ass
slapping into his crotch as the front of her skirt swayed beneath
her in rhythm.
"God, I'm gonna cum soon!" he groaned.
"Not in me, please," she begged. "I don't wanna get
pregnant."
After a few more thrusts, as Mr. Jordan zoomed in on the
action, Jim pulled out abruptly. Thick wads of cum squirted from
his prick, splattering all over the underside of Debbie's pleats
as he unloaded all over the back of her cute little skirt.
Debbie had enjoyed herself, but wished he had done it in her
mouth instead. Now, she was definitely going to have to take her
uniform to the drycleaners. She wondered what the cleaners would
say when they found cumstains all over her skirt.
When Mr. Jordan finally stopped filming, Debbie turned to
Jim.
"I'd like to taste your stuff, too," she admitted.
"Later," he told her. "I'll give you a mouthful, I
promise."
Jim gave her a soft pat on the ass, and the two lovers got
off the bed.
"Okay, Becky, you're next!" called Mr. Jordan.

CHAPTER 6

"Okay, Becky, you're next," Mr. Jordan calmly announced.
Becky and Dan stood up.
"What sort of scene do you want to set up?" Dan asked.
"Let's have Becky babysitting for you," Mr. Jordan answered.
"The kids will be long asleep, and your wife dropped you off
so she could go shopping, thinking that you could let Becky walk
home next door. When you come in, you'll find her asleep on the
couch and you'll seduce her, wanting to do it quickly and then
have her leave before your wife comes back home."
Dan nodded and looked at Becky. She smiled.
"Okay, I guess that'll be all right," she said.
The entire gang walked back into the living room. Debbie,
having just taken off her cum-caked skirt, slipped her blue cheer
panties back on and sat down to watch with Jim.
Becky sprawled out on the couch, clad in her uniform.
"Okay, Becky, you feel asleep while you were playing with
yourself, so pull your skirt up somewhat and put your hand down
there," Mr. Jordan told her.
Becky laughed, then pulled up her skirt, spread her legs
apart, and put her fingertips on her panty fabric.
"How's this pose?" she asked.
"Very nice," said Dan, who ogled the young girl for a moment,
then walked toward the front door to make his entrance for the
camera.
"Ready, then?" Mr. Jordan called out. "Action!"
Dan walked in through the door and immediately caught sight
of little Becky.
As the camera followed him into the room, he stopped a few
feet in front of her and just gazed at Becky's innocent teenage
beauty, sprawled across the couch.
Her long brown hair was fixed up in two ponytails, sweet
bangs combed down over her forehead. Her eyes were closed in a
peaceful make-believe "sleep", and her lips sparkled with a hint
of pink lipstick.
Little Becky wore a long-sleeved, royal blue cheerleading
sweater, with two white stripes down the sides and sleeves. From
her shoulders, two more white stripes ran diagonally in a "V"-
shape across her chest, with a "Wildcat" emblem stitched into the
"V", between Becky's small but firm breasts.
Her skirt was white, with eight inverted blue pleats. It was
scrunched up high in a pile on her waist, her tight white cheer
panties exposed as her fingertips rested on her covered crotch.
Becky's thin thighs were spread apart, one knee high and
resting against the back of the sofa, while her other leg was
cocked out to the other side, her white tennis shoe on the
carpet. She wore a pair of white kneesocks, with three thin blue
bands ringing them near the top.
Dan couldn't resist the image. He quickly unfastened his
jeans and pulled his cock out, jacking on it while he lusted
after the young cheerleader before him.
Becky heard a slapping sound and opened her eyes to see him
over her. She acted startled.
"Mr. Johnson!" she exclaimed, as she quickly tried to pull
her skirt back down.
"What are you doing?!" she gasped.
"I'm jerking off to you," he admitted.
"But mister! You shouldn't be doing that!"
"Why not?" he asked. "I saw your fingers on your panties. I
know what you were up to, also."
"Where's your wife?" Becky asked.
"She ran out to the store to do some grocery shopping, and
she just thought she'd drop me off so I could let you go back
home," he answered.
"Then I'd better go," said Becky. She started to stand up,
but he forced her back down onto the couch.
"Mr. Johnson! What are you doing?" she gasped.
"You're curious about guys, aren't you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.
"You like the look of my cock all hard like this, don't you?"
"I've never seen one before, sir. But why is it hard like
that?"
"Because it's all excited. You made it that way."
Becky giggled nervously.
"I did?"
"Yeah, just laying there in your cute little cheerleader
uniform with your panties showing. And do you know what?" he
asked.
"What?"
I wanna put this nice hard cock in your tight little pussy,"
he told her.
"But, sir," she stammered. "I'm your next-door neighbor.
And I'm a virgin."
"Even better," he grinned.
"But I might get pregnant," she said.
"I'll make sure I cum outside of you, then," he assured her.
"Cum"" she asked quizzically.
"Yeah, when a guy gets really excited, he shoots white cream
out of his cock," he explained.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, really. You want to see it?" he asked.
"I don't know," she hesitated.
"I know you want to see it," he said. "I'll even let you
taste it."
"Taste it?" she asked wrinkling her nose.
"Yeah, it's not like pee or anything. It tastes pretty good.
You'll see."
"But I shouldn't do anything like that," she said. "My
parents would get upset."
"I'm sure not going to tell them if you won't."
Becky bit her lip in fake indecision.
Dan placed a hand on Becky's little white skirt and slowly
pushed it up her legs, exposing her white cheer panties. He
placed his fingertips on her little panty-covered mound and began
rubbing it gently.
"Mister, you shouldn't be doing this!" she gasped.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yeah," she admitted.
"You want me to put my nice hard dick in your soft pussy,
don't you?"
"Yeah," she confessed. "But your wife might catch us."
"Not if we're quick," he told her. "I'll make sure I don't
cum in your pussy, too, so you won't get pregnant. Instead, I'll
squirt my cream into your mouth, okay?"
Becky nodded.
"You promise to eat all of my cream?"
She nodded again.
"Should I take my clothes off?" she asked.
"No, I wanna fuck you in that cute little cheerleader
uniform," he answered, with a big smile.
Becky giggled as Dan pulled her up from the couch. They
kissed softly as he rubbed her tight little ass through her
skirt. She could feel his large, warm hands as they slipped
under her pleats and grabbed her sweet little ass.
"Okay, sweetheart, I want you to suck on my cock," he told
her.
"Suck on it?" she asked.
"Uh-huh. Just sit down on the edge of the couch and put it
in your mouth."
Becky sat down obediently and watched his dick wobble
obscenely in front of her face. The man took another step
forward and mashed it against her lips.
"Suck it, baby," he told her.
She opened her mouth and he thrust part of his eight-inch
cock into the opening.
Becky choked a bit at first, not quite sure whether she could
handle all of what he would give her.
"Now, I'm gonna fuck your hot mouth," he told her. Just suck
on it while I pump it in and out."
He grasped her ponytails, one in each hand, and fucked his
prick in and out of her mouth, careful not to push too much in.
"That's it, just like a lollipop."
Becky enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth.
She felt so hot, so nasty, knowing that she was being filmed
while she did it.
"Yeah, sweetheart. Would you like me to get you ready for
your first fuck?" he asked.
Becky let his cock slide out of her mouth. He pushed her
back on the couch and knelt in front of her.
"Just lie there and relax," he instructed. "Spread your legs
wide for me."
Becky grabbed her thighs and spread them wide as Dan grasped
the crotchband of her cheer panties and pulled it aside.
"Would you like me to take those off for you?" she asked.
"No," he answered. "I'm gonna lick your tight little virgin
pussy just like this."
Becky felt his tongue press against her moist clit and softly
move over it, back and forth repeatedly.
"Oh, God," she muttered. "Mr. Johnson, you're making me feel
so good!"
He kept lapping at her love hole as he probed a finger slowly
into her cunt.
"Oh! Oh! That's soooo good!" she murmured. "Keep going!"
He fucked her with his finger as he tongued her juicy clit.
He knew it wouldn't take long to get her off.
"Oh, God. OH GOD!! AWWWWWW!" Becky shrieked. Her little
body spasmed, her legs trembling, as she orgasmed.
Dan pulled his wet mouth from her cunt, his face glistening
with her juices.
"Okay now, Becky. I'm gonna fuck you now."
He pulled the young girl down onto the carpet. Becky lie on
her back as he pushed her little white cheerleading skirt high on
her tummy, the blue pleats fanned out to the sides.
Once again, Becky spread her thighs wide for him. And once
again, he pulled the panty fabric to one side, exposing those
bright red, swollen pussy lips.
Becky felt him nestle the head of his cock against her. She
anticipated the pain she would feel when he entered, but there
was none.
Dan slowly slid a couple of inches into the young
cheerleader. She took it easily, and after he pulled out, he
fucked in a little deeper.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"It feels okay," she told him.
"I'm gonna give you a little more, then," he warned.
He thrust in and out several more times, until he was pushing
a good six inches into her.
"How's that?" he asked.
"It's all right," she answered. "You can go deeper, I
think."
Dan smiled and slowly worked in the last of his eight inches.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"Like a fucking glove!" he groaned. "Your pussy is so hot
and tight!"
Becky laughed. She put a hand behind each knee and pulled
her legs up high, her kneesocked calves out to the sides, her
shoelaces swinging wildly as he fucked her on the living room
floor.
"This is fun!" she giggled.
"Oh, God, yes! Fucking a cute little cheerleader!" he
moaned.
The two lovers fucked in sweet passion before Mr. Jordan, Jim
and Debbie, who watched with interest. Debbie looked over at
Jim, who was starting to get hard again watching the action
before them. She smiled at him.
Becky looked into Dan's eyes as he pumped his cock into her
softly but firmly. She felt warm all over.
"Sweet little virgin cheerleader..." he mumbled.
"Not any more," she giggled.
Dan slowed and pulled his cock out.
"Kneel in front of the couch," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck
you doggie-style!"
Becky laughed as she moved into position. She bent forward
onto the couch, her knees spread wide for balance, as Dan pushed
her little skirt up high on her tight little ass.
Like before, he pushed his prick in though the side of her
crotchband.
"That feels so dirty!" she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Fucking me in my panties like that!"
He grabbed her sides and pumped her hard from behind. The
two lovers moaned in delight as they fucked, his loins slapping
against her tight little ass.
Becky moaned in delight.
"You like me fucking your little cheerleader pussy?" he asked
teasingly.
"Yeah," she said. "Fuck my cheerleader pussy."
"Such a naughty little girl!" he chided her.
Becky laughed, turning to smile at the man plowing her from
behind.
"Okay, my sweet cheerleader, when I tell you, I want you turn
around and sit on the floor with your mouth open," he gasped.
"Okay. Are you gonna squirt your stuff in my mouth?" she
asked.
"Yeah! Get ready!"
Dan could feel the pressure in his balls, aching to release
its cargo. The friction of her tight love tunnel, coupled with
the excitement of fucking forbidden teenage pussy, had him on the
brink.
"Now!"
Becky quickly turned around as he pulled out. He stood above
her, aiming his cock down toward her face, which was tilted up
toward him.
Becky held her mouth open and closed her eyes, waiting for
it. Finally, with a groan from him, a wad of sticky white goo
squirted across her tongue. Another glop of cum splattered on
her top teeth, spraying onto her face.
Becky laughed as he continued to dump an incredible load on
her. Another couple of bursts made it into her mouth, coating
her lips, while more spasms sent jizz onto her cheeks, running
down the sides of her face.
"Oh, shit!" he gasped, looking at the cum-covered
cheerleader.
Becky knew her face was covered with the stuff. She felt so
nasty. Gooey strings of man-cream dripped from the sides of her
face and ran down her blue cheerleading sweater.
"You like the way this looks?" she asked him.
"Shit, yeah!" he hollered. "Nothing like cum all over the
face of a cheerleader!"
Becky smiled for the camera, showing off her nasty facial
cream and licking some of it from her upper lip.

CHAPTER 7

Debbie and Becky smiled at each other, having just lost
their virginity to the two men. They were having a lot of fun.
"How did Dan's cum taste?" Debbie asked.
"Not bad," Becky answered. "About like Mr. Jordan's."
"Mmmm..." Debbie mused, remembering the previous week. "His
cum was pretty good."
After everyone had cleaned up, they sat down to plan the next
scene.
"Good stuff, everybody," said Mr. Jordan. "You girls were
especially good."
Debbie and Becky beamed with enthusiasm.
"Okay," Mr. Jordan said. "For the last scene, I'd like you
two girls to start by playfully wrestling with each other over a
guy's phone number. Then you'll start to fondle each other and
end up sucking each other off. Do you remember last weekend?"
Debbie and Becky looked at each other and smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah," Becky said.
"I'll bet you've tried that again sometime since then,
haven't you?" Mr. Jordan asked.
"Uh huh," Debbie admitted. "It was kinda fun. We did it
twice."
"Could you do it again for my little video camera?" he asked.
"Sure. Is that all you want?" Becky asked.
"No, after you get each other to orgasm, the two guys are
gonna knock on the door and pretend to be insurance salesmen.
Debbie will tell them that her parents aren't home, but they'll
ask to come in, anyway."
Mr. Jordan proceeded to script out the little play in detail
as everybody listened intently.
"And for the ending," he announced, "you girls will put your
faces next to each other, your tongues together, while the two
guys cum into both of your mouths."
Debbie laughed.
"Mr. Jordan! You're so dirty!" she exclaimed.
The men laughed.
"Do you have another outfit to change into?" Mr. Jordan
asked. "One that doesn't have cum stains on it yet?"
The two cheerleaders nodded.
"We brought two others," Debbie explained. "The one that you
filmed us in last week, and another one that we don't wear very
often, because the coach thinks it's too sexy."
"Really? Describe it!"
"It's a really tight white sweater, kinda like the ones that
those girls from USC wear, with a blue skirt that has a whole
bunch of white pleats. The skirt is really short, too. The
coach thinks it shows too much, because you can see our panties
when we bend over just a little bit."
"Let's see that one, then," he told them.
The girls smiled and headed off to change.

*****************

Ten minutes later, the two girls emerged from the bedroom.
They were dressed identically in the hot little cheerleading
uniforms they had described, carrying a set of blue and white
pompons.
Debbie's golden hair sparkled almost as much as her radiant
smile. Her glossy lipstick and bright white teeth were enough to
make any man want to see them wrapped around his cock.
Becky had her long brunette hair in two ponytails. Her
dimpled smile made her look incredibly sweet as the two girls
stepped into the room to be gawked at by the three men.
Debbie looked at each of their crotches. They were already
getting hard-ons just looking at the two young cheerleaders in
their uniforms.
"You guys are getting excited already?" she asked, teasingly,
with a smile.
"Shit," Mr. Jordan said. "You girls could make us hard all
day."
"You haven't had a chance at us yet, Mr. Jordan," Debbie
reminded him.
"You're right," he told them. "I'm gonna take my turn when
these two guys have finished. You can both lick my cock at the
same time while Dan films. We'll just kinda ad lib that part and
I'll edit it up later."
"Model those great outfits for us, first," he told them. I
want to get this on film."
While Mr. Jordan started up the video camera, Debbie smiled
for him and showed off her cheerleading uniform. The white
turtleneck sweater was incredibly tight, hugging every inch of
her upper body. Her teenaged breasts thrust out the blue letters
"KVHS" across her chest. The sweater was also quite short,
barely coming to the top of her skirt.
Debbie raised her arms with her pompons and shook them over
her head. Her sweater pulled up with the arm movements, exposing
her flat, creamy belly. Then she jumped around for him, her
breasts bouncing the chenille letters up and down.
Her little royal blue cheerleading skirt was incredibly
short, just like she had said. Sixteen white pleats flashed
their colors as she jumped about, swishing from side to side,
exposing just a hint of white cheerleading briefs.
Debbie watched as he panned the camera down over her long
thin thighs and slightly knobby knees to the white kneesocks and
white tennies, then slowly back up to her little skirt. She did
a series of leg kicks, giving a few teasing glimpses of her
pantied crotch.
After about a minute of jumping around, she stopped and
turned around for him. Her tight little ass, coupled with the
shortness of the skirt, pulled the pleats apart ever-so-slightly.
Debbie bent over slowly, the blue fabric pulling upward, the
sixteen white pleats fanning out wide, the skirt up so high that
half of her ass was visible.
"Aw, shit..." muttered Jim, from the nearby couch.
Debbie's tight teen ass looked so inviting, wrapped in those
tight white cheer panties. With her legs held together, her
little cunny mound bulged between her luscious thighs. The young
cheerleader was a walking wet dream, and she knew it.
Becky followed her lead and turned away from the men, bending
forward to give her own little panty-tease. The two teenagers
looked around to the side and smiled for the three men.
"Just stand like that and rub your pussies through your
panties," Mr. Jordan instructed.
The girls obeyed. The sight of these two JV cheerleaders
rubbing themselves through their panty fabric was almost too much
for the guys to handle. They had all they could do to keep from
fucking these two girls on the spot.
After a couple more minutes of filming, the girls moved to
the couch. They played to the camera, the young cheerleaders
playfully wrestling with each other, their little skirts writhing
about, flashing their panties. They giggled as they squirmed on
the couch, until Debbie planted a kiss on Becky's lips.
Becky responded by eagerly probing Debbie's mouth with her
soft tongue. As she did so, Debbie placed a hand on Becky's
sweater and began massaging her breasts.
"Oh, God..." Becky moaned. "Debbie..."
As Becky slouched on the couch with her white kneesocks
cocked out to the sides, she coaxed Debbie's legs apart. Debbie
put one tennis shoe up on the edge of the couch, her leg up high,
showing her panty-coated cheerleading muff to the camera.
Debbie felt Becky's hand as it slid up her thigh and over her
panties. Becky was rubbing her now, and it felt incredibly
exciting to have her best friend stimulating her in front of
these men.
Debbie was on fire. She thrust her tongue more forcefully
into Becky's mouth and moved her hand down Becky's sweater, over
her cute little skirt, to the little brunette's cheer panties.
Both girls were now gasping for breath as their tongues
darted in and out of each others' mouths. The hand strokes
intensified as wet spots began to form across their crotches,
soaking through the soft fabric.
"We've gotta get these panties off!" Becky exclaimed.
The two girls paused just long enough to pull their tight
white panties down over their thighs and just past their knees.
They left them stretched out across their white kneesocks, legs
spread wide apart, only adding to the naughtiness of the scene.
Becky, her chest now heaving, stuck a couple of fingers into
her friend's sopping wet pussy. Debbie groaned in delight as her
cheerleading friend began to finger-fuck her.
Debbie responded by doing the same. Both girls, half-turned
toward each other on the couch, were frantically jacking each
other off. It almost seemed as if each was intent on making the
other reach orgasm first.
Their fingers glistened with sweet pussy juice as they slid
them out across the clit, then back in. The men watched in
stunned silence.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Debbie. "You're gonna make me cum!"
Debbie's legs began trembling. She could hardly breath now,
with the intense excitement of the scene. She looked toward Jim
and managed a weak smile as she gasped for breath, her tight-
fitting cheerleading sweater heaving up and down.
"I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum! OHHHH GODDDDD!!!" she screamed
loudly.
Debbie's hand on her friend paused briefly as her own body
tingled with the rush of the sensation.
"Do me! Do me! Don't stop!" Becky implored, as her own
stroking slowed to a stop.
Debbie resumed her hand-job on her friend. Becky, looking so
darling in her cute little ponytails, bit her lip and grasped her
kneesocked legs, pulling them up to her shoulders and out to the
sides.
Becky looked so magnificent as she gasped for breath, her
legs almost behind her head, the white pleats of her little blue
skirt spread out across her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut as
the intensity of Debbie's clit-rubbing grew.
"Awwww! I'm getting' it! I'm getting' it! Aw, shit!" she
gasped, her tennis shoes shaking as her feet hung there.
Debbie pulled her hand away slowly and the two cheerleaders
kissed each other softly as they embraced. They truly enjoyed
satisfying each other's sexual needs, and they both knew that
they would be repeating this experience many more times in the
months to come...

CHAPTER 8

The two young cheerleaders cuddled in each others' arms for a
few minutes, relishing their encounter, before drying off their
tender pussies and putting their cheer panties back on.
Mr. Jordan paused filming to set up the next scene, reminding
the two girls of the type of dialog and approach he wanted them
to use. Debbie and Becky nodded in agreement and took their
places on the couch as Mr. Jordan resumed filming.
"God, I'm so horny," said Debbie, snuggled next to her
friend. "I'd love to fuck one of the football players right
now."
"Me, too!" chimed in Becky. "Shame on you, Debbie. You got
me all worked up for some fun!"
"Maybe tonight after the game," offered Debbie. "I'll see if
Bill and Tom can go to the woods with us."
The doorbell rang. Both Debbie and Becky sprang from the
couch, thinking it might be another of their friends. Instead,
two men were on the porch.
"Good afternoon, ladies," said Jim. "We're calling on
families in the neighborhood to tell you about some great
products we have to offer. Are your parents home?"
"No," answered Debbie, who turned to look at Becky, giggling
behind her. Becky was nodding emphatically at her.
"Well, could you tell us when they will be home?" Jim asked.
"We'll come by another time."
"They should be home any moment," answered Debbie. "Why
don't you come in?"
"Well, I don't know," stammered Jim. "We should just come
back later."
"No, just stay and wait," Debbie implored. "Please."
The two men hesitated, then walked in. Debbie locked the
deadbolt behind them with a loud click.
"What the hell?" Jim asked, quizzically. "Why did you lock
the door?"
"Because I don't want anyone coming in to interrupt us," she
boldly told him.
"I thought you said your parents would be home about now."
"Well, I lied," she said matter-of-factly.
"So why did you want us to come in?" he asked.
"Cause we want you guys to fuck us," she said brazenly.
"Are you kidding?!" he gasped. "I mean, you girls look great
in your little uniforms, but how old are you?"
"Sixteen," answered Debbie.
"I'm only fifteen," Becky chimed.
"Shit," Jim muttered. "We can't do that! No offense, but
you're just kids! We could get into a lot of trouble!"
"You don't want us?" asked Becky, sadly.
"It's not that, sweetheart," said Dan. "He's right. We
would get in a lot of trouble if anybody found out."
"Who's gonna tell?" asked Debbie. "I'm sure not gonna say
anything."
"Me, neither!" Becky shook her head. "Cross my heart."
Becky rubbed her fingers across a breast of her sweater in an
"X" shape. Jim gulped.
Jim looked at Dan, who hesitated, then nodded.
"Okay," he told them with a smile. "Let's do it!"
"Goodie! Goodie!" Becky exclaimed, jumping about like an
excited little schoolgirl, her little pleated skirt flapping
about wildly.
"By the way, I'm Becky!" she blurted. "And this is my
friend, Debbie!"
"I'm Jim."
"My name's Dan."
"Well, now that we've been introduced, I think you girls
should give us a cheer, first," said Dan. "You know, put us in
the mood."
"Absolutely," Jim added, with a wry grin.
The two girls giggled. Debbie turned on the nearby stereo
and the two cheerleaders stepped into the middle of the room with
their blue and white pompons. A good beat was going from the
speakers.
"Okay, Becky," said Debbie. "Let's give `em a show.
As the men watched from the couch, the two cheerleaders stood
before them and started their dance routine. Clutching their
pompons, the girls began to gyrate.
Debbie smiled from ear to ear with that big, gorgeous smile,
accentuated by the bright red lipstick she wore. Her shoulder-
length blonde hair swayed in rhythm with her body. Her hips
wiggled from side to side, tossing her flimsy little white skirt
about, the blue pleats flashing wildly.
Debbie's small-but-firm tits wobbled under the tight white
sweater, and she smiled and stepped up the action when she saw
the bulges in the men's pants start to grow.
Meanwhile, Becky shook and shimmied to the music, her cute
little ponytails bouncing as she jumped about. She spun away
from the two men and bent over as she shook her delightful little
ass at them.
"Aw, fuck..." Dan muttered, getting an eyeful of white cunny
mound wrapped in tight cheer panties.
"Look at that ass!" he marveled.
Debbie, not to be outdone by her friend, duplicated Becky's
move. While she gyrated, she reached between her legs in front
and massaged her little cunny through the fabric.
"Oh, yeah!" Jim exclaimed.
As the music came to an end, Debbie looked back over her
shoulder at the two men and could see that they were more than
ready to take the two horny cheerleaders.
She turned around with Becky to give them a cheer.
"Two bits, four bits, six bits, a buck!" they shouted, their
pompons flailing about.
"Come on, guys, give us a fuck!"
Debbie and Becky screamed their approval as the men quickly
doffed their pants and stepped forward to take them.
Dan, having fucked Becky earlier, grabbed Debbie into his
arms, while Jim took little Becky.
Debbie eagerly thrust her tongue into Dan's mouth as he
ruffled up her soft pleats to gently squeeze her tight teen ass
through her lovely white cheer panties.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. One of his hands cupped a breast
through her sweater, softly kneading her tit. She reached
downward and took his stiff cock in her hand. While he kissed
her neck, she began a hand-stroke on his prick.
"Ooh, that's good!" he moaned, enjoying the feeling of her
hand on him.
"I want to suck it!" she blurted.
"Go ahead," he told her.
Debbie dropped to her knees, opened her hungry mouth and slid
his meat between her lips. Her first few mouth-strokes were slow
and teasing, wiggling her tongue against the tender underside of
his cockhead.
"Awww, fuck!" he gasped with the sensation.
Debbie then leaned forward and took him deep into her mouth,
swallowing almost the entire length of his massive cock-stalk.
She did so slowly, trying not to choke on him. Then she backed
off some and started a steady fuck-stroke with her lips.
In the meantime, Jim had pulled pretty little Becky's cheer
panties down around her thighs. The pony-tailed youngster stood
with her legs spread, panties stretched tight, as Jim lapped at
her delicious, nearly bald teen cunt, his head nestled under her
little skirt.
Becky's thin kneesock-encased legs trembled in delight as her
pussy received a dose of licking and sucking.
"Oh, mister!" she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum!"
Becky pulled her little white skirt up around her waist for
the camera to get a better angle. Jim's tongue was working her
furiously, and she knew she wouldn't last long. Streams of pussy
juice ran down the insides of her thighs and dribbled onto the
cuffs of her white kneesocks.
"Oh! Oh! There it is!" she moaned as she squeezed the hem
of her little skirt. Her young body convulsed as she was racked
by a powerful orgasm.
"Oh, mister!" she gasped. "That was wonderful! Fuck me,
mister! Fuck me now!"
Jim sprawled out across the carpet, his stiff cock jutting
into the air like a monolith.
"Okay, little girl," he said. "Get on top of me.
Becky smiled as she wiggled her half-down panties over her
kneesocks. She deftly kicked them across the room and quickly
straddled the man.
"Do you want me to take the skirt off?" Becky asked.
"No way!" he answered. "I wanna fuck you in your uniform!"
As Debbie watched, young Becky, still holding her skirt up,
lowered herself onto Jim and impaled herself onto his massive
manhood. Becky closed her eyes and smiled in delight, enjoying
the feeling of a warm prick nestled into her wet love box.
"Mmmm." moaned Becky as she began to ride Jim. She leaned
forward onto her knees and rode him with a forward and backward
motion as he reached down and pulled her skirt up and out of the
way.
Debbie popped her lips from Dan's prick. She had been
watching Becky, and the sight of her friend getting off had made
her even hornier.
"Wanna fuck me now, mister?" Debbie asked.
"Yeah," Dan said. "Kneel in front of the couch and put your
elbows on the cushion."
Debbie smiled and positioned herself as instructed, as Dan
crawled up from behind. He pushed her flimsy white cheerleading
skirt up high on her ass, the sixteen blue pleats fanning out.
Dan pulled the legband of her panties off to one side and slowly
pushed his cock into her from behind.
"Oooh!" she said. "You're gonna do me in my panties?"
"Yep," he answered. "I'm gonna fuck your little teenaged
twat in those cute little cheerleading panties.
"You're so nasty!" she chided him teasingly with a smile over
her shoulder.
Dan grabbed the sides of her waist and started a firm fuck-
stroke from behind. His loins slapped against her tight little
ass as he drilled the darling blonde cheerleader's cunt.
"That's it." Debbie groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me good!"
"Yeah, I've always wanted to fuck a cheerleader!" he grunted.
"I'd love to shoot my load into a cheerleader's tight little
pussy!"
"Naw, I wanna eat your cum," she told him. "Do it in my
mouth, instead."
Dan rammed it home into Debbie repeatedly, driving the girl
into the couch cushions. The two moaned in pleasure as they
fucked for the video camera.
Meanwhile, Jim had pulled little Becky's sweater up over her
small, firm tits. The young cheerleader purred softly as he
kneaded her nipples between his fingertips.
"Mmmmm." said Becky, smiling with her eyes sweetly closed,
her ponytails swaying as she fucked his schlong in and out of
her.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Your pussy is so tight, you're gonna
make me cum!"
"Not in me!" she cried. "Don't shoot your stuff into me and
make me pregnant!"
Becky pulled up off of Jim and he rolled her over onto the
floor. As she lied there, her tight white turtleneck sweater
pulled up over her tits, her little skirt piled up on her flat
tummy with her kneesocks cocked high in the air and knees wide
apart, he shimmied up to her face.
Becky looked up at Jim and smiled sweetly, her ponytails
spread out across the carpet.
"Are you gonna squirt it in my mouth?" she asked.
"I'm gonna spray it all over your pretty face," he told her.
"If you open your mouth, I'll even let you taste some of it!"
Becky chuckled, watching him jerking himself furiously over
her. She opened her mouth wide, hoping for a tasty treat, as Mr.
Jordan moved the camera into position to capture the cumshot.
"Okay, you sweet little girl, get ready." he groaned.
As he pushed his prick down toward her face, she saw the
first stream of cum as it exploded from his balls and shot out
through his cock to splatter on her upper teeth and lip. Becky
laughed as more of his cream sprayed onto her cheeks. She closed
her eyes as he emptied more cum onto her schoolgirl face,
surprised that he could build up so much juice after cumming all
over Debbie earlier.
"Oh my God." gasped Debbie, who was watching over her
shoulder as Jim sprayed her face down with jizz.
"You like that?" asked Dan, still fucking hard with a rock-
steady rhythm. "Would you like a face-bath, too?"
"Yeah." she admitted. "It's so nasty-looking!"
In the meantime, Becky felt the deluge of cum slow to a
trickle. Jim dropped down lower and pushed his pricktip into her
smiling mouth, squeezing down the shaft with his hand and
depositing the last of his warm load onto her pink tongue.
Becky took his final offerings eagerly, enjoying the
saltiness of the taste. She clamped her lips around him and
sucked hard to draw every last drop from him. When she had
finished him off, she popped her lips off, licked the cum from
her lips and smiled for the camera. White streams of warm goo
coated her face, running down her cheeks.
"Such a sweet little girl. Such a naughty little
cheerleader," moaned Jim, as he admired the young girl.
Having watched Jim and Becky, Dan pulled out of Debbie and
twirled her down onto the carpet, next to her friend. Her little
skirt twisted
"Okay, my little sweetheart, I'm gonna squirt it all over
your face, just like your friend."
Debbie smiled and waited for the white shower. She didn't
have to wait long.
"Aw, shit! Here it comes! Take my load on your face, you
cheerleader slut!" he gasped.
While Becky watched, with Debbie's cute face only inches
away, Dan's massive prick began a rain of gooey cum. Debbie
closed her eyes to keep it out, laughing as she received her
bath. She could feel the warmth as it splattered all over her
nose, her teeth and ran down her cheeks into her beautiful blonde
hair.
Dan continued to stroke his cock, squirting more and more cum
onto the cheerleader's angelic face. Then, mercifully, the
torrent of jizz slowed to a trickle. He wiped the last dangling
bit across her teeth, just as the girl opened her eyes again.
"Aw, fuck!" he said. "What a facial!"
Debbie turned to look at Becky, who had been watching her
friend get showered.
"You're a mess!" said Debbie.
"I am? You should see your face! You've even got it in your
hair!" Becky retorted.
The two young cheerleaders laughed. They both felt so nasty,
and it excited them. They smiled for the camera above them as it
captured the scene.
"Okay, girls," said Mr. Jordan. "I want you to lick the cum
off each other's face.
Debbie and Becky looked at him with a surprised look, then at
each other. Tentatively, the two young cheerleaders rolled
halfway toward each other.
Debbie, somewhat embarrassed by the request, giggled, as did
Becky. The young blonde reached her tongue to Becky's smooth
lips and licked a strand of cum, which dangled as she sucked it
into her mouth. She then stroked Becky's smooth cheek with her
tongue, cleaning the white stickiness with her hungry tongue.
After a number of licks, she had pretty much cleaned up her
friend.
Becky then responded, lapping up a gooey string of man-cream
which hung from Debbie's chin. She eagerly licked at her
friend's face and lips, swallowing all of the cum she could find,
as the three men watched in amazement.
"Shit..." Jim muttered. "You little cheerleaders are really
hot and nasty!"
The two girls smiled for them and the camera, as Mr. Jordan
paused the filming.
"Okay," he said. "Now it's my turn. Dan, you can work the
camera."
Mr. Jordan passed the camera to the man as he quickly pulled
off his jeans and briefs. His rock-hard cock wobbled before the
two little cheerleaders, who waited in anticipation with smiles.
"Okay, I've been wanting to screw both of you girls. Who
wants to get fucked first?" he asked.
Debbie pulled her little pleated skirt back up and cocked her
kneesocked legs wide open.
"Right here, Mr. Jordan," she told him.
She watched as he lowered himself onto her and fisted his
swollen prick into her soft wet pussy. Becky smiled at her,
knowing she would be next.
Debbie smiled from ear to ear as he plowed her tight and
tender twat. The young cheerleader couldn't help but wonder what
her next sexual adventure would be...

 

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