Banging the Cheerleaders
(Mm+/f+, teen, size, gang)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Sandra Wilson walked home from school that day. The young freshman enjoyed the crisp September afternoon as she strolled down the sidewalk on the half-mile trip home. It was Friday, and her friend, Heather Bradley, had invited her on Thursday to come home with her on Friday. The two girls were planning to change into their Junior Varsity cheerleading uniforms at Heather's home, have dinner at a local burger joint and then go to watch the first varsity football game of the year. But Heather had apparently come down with the flu and didn't come to school that day. So, Sandra had to change her plans and go home until the game.

The house would be empty when she got home, she knew. Her mom wouldn't be home from her job until after 6p. Since her dad had left them six years before, her mom had struggled to provide as much as possible for Sandra and her senior sister, Darla. That often meant that she was working late hours and sometimes on weekends.

Little Sandra knew she was very attractive. Most of the boys in school at Lt. Luke's would turn their heads when she would walk by - even the seniors.

She carried the dufflebag containing her cheerleading uniform at her side as she bounced down the sidewalk in her parochial school outfit.

Standing a mere five feet tall, she was very thin. Her small A-cup breasts were only slightly outlined by the white short-sleeve blouse she wore. Because she was a little taller than her tiny waist size typically suggested, her blue and white plaid pleated school skirt was somewhat shorter than the skirts of the other girls at school, hemming out at about seven inches above her knees and displaying her thin thighs very nicely, she thought. She wore white kneesocks and black-and-white saddle shoes. Sandra thought the white kneesocks and shortness of her skirt really showed off the tan she had gotten that summer. Her long straight blonde hair, held in a ponytail, shined in the mid-afternoon sun, and her face was that of an innocent angel, framed by her golden bangs, with dimples and bright blue eyes.

Sandra stopped at the corner by her home. Turning to her left, she saw a man in a car, wanting to make a right-hand turn. She waited, expecting him to turn in front of her, but he motioned her to cross ahead of him.

Not wanting to delay him, she ran across the street, her flimsy little pleated school skirt swishing and dancing high on her little ass as she ran. She did it intentionally, knowing that the man might have gotten a tiny glimpse of her white cotton panties.

When she got across the street, she resumed walking but looked back over her shoulder at the turning automobile. The car had turned, but she could see his head pointed in her direction, his eyes clearly fastened on her tight little ass. She knew she had given him a thrill, and it excited her.

Sandra studied in her bedroom, still dressed in her school uniform. Her mother wouldn't be home until late that night, she knew. She glanced at the clock. It was 4:00 P.M., so she wouldn't have to change into her cheerleading uniform for another hour and a half. As she did her homework reading assignment, she heard a door open, and realized it was her older sister, Darla, coming home from school a little late. It didn't surprise her, though, because Darla was a varsity cheerleader, and the varsity squad always met after school for a brief practice on game days, just like Sandra did before Junior Varsity games.

Sandra suddenly heard a boy's voice. It was Darla's boyfriend, Doug, a wide receiver on the football team. Sandra knew that her mom forbid the girls having boys in the house when she wasn't home. Sandra also realized that Darla wouldn't be expecting her younger sister to be at the house that afternoon, so she quickly and quietly closed her bedroom door, leaving it open just a couple of inches, anticipating an opportunity to catch her sister making out with her boyfriend. Little Sandra hid in her closet as she heard the voices getting closer. She could hear Darla and Doug walk into Darla's bedroom, across the hall. After a couple of minutes, she came out of the closet and crept to the door. Since Darla had left her bedroom door open, Sandra had an almost-complete view of her sister's room. Darla and Doug were standing next to the bed, kissing.

Darla was dressed in her varsity cheerleading uniform. She was taller than her younger sister by only a couple of inches, and had a more shapely figure than Sandra. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was parted in the middle with bangs and hung loosely, curled under slightly and framing her lovely face. Like Sandra, Darla had bright blue eyes and a killer smile. She wore a red long-sleeve sweater with a wide white band running around the middle of the body and sleeves. On the front of the sweater, on the band itself, were the letters "SLHS", for St. Luke's High School. The red lettering stood out on her large DD-cup tits. The cheerleading skirt was also red, with twelve inverted white pleats. It was incredibly short, barely covering her crotch, and as Darla reached up to wrap her arms around Doug's neck, the skirt pulled up to show a slice of ass cheeks peeking from a pair of tight white cheerleading panties. Red kneesocks with three white stripes around the top and white tennis shoes completed the uniform. She was a picture of sheer teen beauty.

Sandra watched with interest as the two teen lovers kissed each other passionately.

Doug's hands stroked the back side of Darla's shapely thighs repeatedly, then slid up under the hem of the cheerleading skirt. The white pleats fanned out as his hands pulled the skirt up, then grasped both ass cheeks through her white cheer panties.

The young man pulled Darla tightly against him, rubbing his crotch against hers as they French-kissed.

"Oh, Darla..." he moaned. "I've gotta fuck you now..."

Their breathing grew louder as each drew each other to a higher level of sexual frenzy.

"You want me to suck your cock first?" Darla asked Doug.

"Yeah!" he groaned.

The two relaxed their embrace as Doug reached down for his belt buckle, a bulge clearly standing out against his slacks.

Sandra stood, peeking through the cracked-open door, in shock. She had never known her sister was like this, but she was curious, eager to watch her suck and fuck Doug. In moments, he had kicked his shoes off and pulled off his pants. He threw the trousers aside, then peeled off his underwear. As he did so, his nine-inch hardon slapped up against him and fell to a straight-out position, finally free of the fabric restraining it. Sandra's eyes grew wide in amazement. She had never seen a guy's cock before. The young girl watched with fascination as her older sister knelt down before Doug. Darla's red skirt flared out in white pleats as she dropped to her knees. She grasped Doug's throbbing meat in her left hand and smiled as she briefly admired it. Then she touched her tongue to the tip of his prick-head and teasingly ran it up and down the underside of the shaft.

"Do you like this?" she asked, knowingly.

"Oh, God, yes..." came the reply.

Darla than clamped her lips around the head, stroking the tender underside of it with soft, quick tongue movements as she pumped the shaft with her left hand. She stuck her right hand under her little cheerleading skirt, rubbing her clit through her panties.

Sandra watched intently. She also put her hand under her blue and white plaid pleated school skirt and rubbed herself through her panties. It felt even better than usual, because she was getting really turned-on by watching Doug and her sister.

Darla was now sucking him hard. Her cheeks drew inwards as she pulled his cock in and out with quick, short head movements. Doug groaned even louder now, his balls almost ready to explode.

"Oh, Darla," Doug gasped. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep it up!"

She pulled her lips off, releasing the tight suction, but still continued her hand stroke.

"Is that what you want?", Darla asked, eager to satisfy her boyfriend.

"No! Not now! I wanna fuck you!" he exclaimed.

Darla smiled, then released her grip on his swollen rod. To Sandra, it seemed even larger than before.

Sandra's sister stood back up and sat down on the edge of the bed. Darla leaned back on the bedspread, smiling, and raised her legs as Doug pulled her skirt up and grabbed the legbands of her white cheerleading panties.

He tugged them as Darla lifted her ass off the bed so he could yank them past her hips. Then, Darla lowered her hips onto the bed and lifted her feet so Doug could get her panties all the way off.

Doug tossed them onto the floor as Darla squirmed into the middle of the bed. She had her knees raised and spread apart, and Sandra could see her bright pink, stimulated, read-to-be-fucked open pussy as Doug quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled her.

"Fuck me, Doug!" Darla begged. "Put it in me, now!"

Doug lowered himself on top of her, guiding his eager cock into her soft, moist pussy. Darla grunted as he entered her, then sighed as he began to slide his spear in and out of her.

"I love your pussy," Doug sighed. "It's so tight..."

Sandra, still watching from behind the door, was now horny as ever. Her bottom lip quivered with excitement as she fingered herself through the legband of her panties. The cotton fabric was sopping wet with her juice as it oozed from her sweet young pussy. The young freshman could feel her nipples harden, and her knees began to shake. She didn't know how much longer she could stand there and keep this up while remaining quiet.

Meanwhile, Doug hammered away at Darla with quick fuckstrokes.

Darla look good as she lay there completely dressed in her cheerleading uniform, her red-and-white pleats piled up over the sweater, while her red kneesocks extended upward in mid-air with the laces of her tennis shoes swaying in rhythm with the fuck.

"Oh, yeah, Doug! I'm gonna cum!" she yelled. "I'm almost there!"

She wrapped her kneesock-encased calves around Doug, hanging on tightly as her boyfriend banged her, his loins slapping into the back of her thighs with each stroke.

"Auggghhhh!" she yelped. "Aaahhhhh! Yes! I'm getting it!"

Doug kept up the pace. He wasn't about to stop because he could feel himself getting close to his cum-shot.

"Oh, God! I'm gonna cum, too, baby!" he exclaimed.

"All right!" Darla answered. "Do it inside me!"

Doug took a few more strokes, then threw his head back as his cock exploded inside Darla's young pussy.

"Ohhhh! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!"

His balls emptied their thick load into Darla, filling her cunt with warm stickiness. Darla could feel his piston pumping its load deep within her as he continued to drive it deep into her love nest. After a few more seconds, he slowed to a stop. Doug pulled his dripping prick out her and rolled over onto the bed.

"That was great..." he sighed.

Darla smiled. "Yeah, it was..."

The two young lovers lied there on the bed for a minute or so before Darla got up.

"I'm gonna go clean up a little and make us something to eat. We need to leave for the game in about an hour."

Sandra, with her hand still diddling herself, moved away from the door as Darla left the room. She could hear her older sister walk down the stairs, and knew that she must be going to use the bathroom on the lower level.

Little Sandra quickly returned to the cracked-open door and continued her spying on Doug. She gawked at the older boy lying there, his dick still hard, with a funny white fluid oozing out of it. She didn't know quite what it was, but she liked it.

Suddenly, she felt herself grow flush. She trembled, and not understanding what was happening within her, felt the most amazing sensation of her life. Sandra couldn't help but gasp with surprise as her first orgasm coursed through her thin, young body.

Her breathing came in short, fleeting breaths, each one letting out an uncontrollable gasp. She could see Doug turn and look to the door.

"Oh, no!" she thought, and quickly moved behind the door. "I think he saw me!"

She heard footsteps, and suddenly the door opened. Standing there, looking at her, was Doug. Dressed only in his parochial white dress shirt and black socks, Doug looked at Sandra. She blushed, embarrassed at having been caught.

"So, were you watching us?" Doug asked.

Sandra nodded, sheepishly.

"It's okay," he said. "Just don't go telling anybody, all right?"

She nodded once again.

His eyes flashed as he took in the sight of her. The young innocent schoolgirl thrilled him, especially with her little plaid skirt that was so much shorter than most of the other girls at school.

"Have you ever seen a guy naked before?" he asked.

"No, I haven't. What's that white stuff that comes out of your dick, anyway?" Sandra boldly asked.

Doug laughed. "Well, you aren't very bashful, are you? Have you ever had sex before?"

"No, but I'd like to..." she answered, wondering what his response would be.

Doug paused, not really knowing what to do. On one hand, he knew he would love to fuck this little plaything or have her suck him off. On the other hand, he knew Darla wouldn't like it.

"You wouldn't want me to tell my mom about you and Darla, would you?" she asked.

"Of course not. Why?"

"If you don't let me see your dick squirt out more white stuff, I might," she offered slyly.

Doug couldn't believe this young girl. She was blackmailing him with sex. Then, again, it was a great excuse to do it with her, wasn't it?

"Okay," he relented. "Just this once. First, let me see you in your new school uniform."

He sat on Sandra's bed while Sandra stood before him, showing off how her new uniform fit her slender figure.

"Turn around for me," Doug commanded.

She turned around slowly, giving him a full view.

Doug took in the show with wide eyes. He loved fucking Darla, but Sandra was a delicious, tempting, innocent little girl. Her long blonde hair in the ponytail with bangs combed down straight over her forehead, her bright blue eyes, those dimples as she smiled at him...

He liked the small tits. They accentuated her youth. The ever-so-short blue and white plaid pleated skirt and white kneesocks highlighted her golden thin thighs, and the black-and-white saddle shoes were very familiar.

As Sandra slowly turned for his eyes to devour, she noticed his prick spring back to life. She wanted to be fucked in the worst way, to feel the sensations of a guy's cock inside of her virgin cunt.

Doug stood up and took her into his arms. He reached under her skirt like he had done to Darla, and pulled her underwear from her tight, young ass. They fell to Sandra's ankles, and she kicked them off.

His hands cupped her ass, and he slid his fingers to her pussy, where he discovered it was sopping wet.

"Were you fingerfucking yourself while you watched us?" he asked.

"Yeah", Sandra answered. "I couldn't help it."

"That's just fine, because you're all wet down there, and I can fuck you right now. Do you still have your cherry?"

Sandra shook her head from side to side. "I lost it playing sports," she explained.

"Okay, that's fine," he assured her.

After pushing aside some of the stuffed animals, Doug slowly lowered her down to her bed.

"I'll be gentle," he told her. He pulled up her skirt and she eagerly spread her long, thin thighs for him.

Sandra was an absolute doll, lying there between her stuffed animals. Doug's dick was aching now to get inside that tender, tight snatch.

Suddenly, Darla was standing in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing!?" she yelled.

"It's okay," Sandra said.

"No, it's not okay, Doug! First you fuck me, and then you want to fuck my little sister?!" Darla screamed.

"I told him to do it!" Sandra snapped back. "If he doesn't, I'm gonna tell mom about what you guys did!"

Darla was taken aback.

"You can't be serious!" she said, surprised.

"You shouldn't get to have all the fun, Darla," Sandra calmly said.

Darla was stunned. Her younger sister was going to tell on her if she didn't let her boyfriend screw Sandra.

"Okay, but I don't want him to fuck you. You don't take birth control pills like I do, and you'll end up getting pregnant," she told her young sister.

"I am taking the pill, Darla," Sandra corrected.

Darla looked surprised.

"Where are you getting those from?" Darla inquired. "I know mom wouldn't buy them for you. Not yet."

"My friend Trina gets them for me," Sandra confessed.

"Well, I suppose I could tell mom about that, couldn't I?" Darla retorted.

"Okay..." Sandra said. "But I know she'd get more pissed off hearing about your little fun. After all, I've never fucked a guy."

"All right, Sandra. But no fucking with Doug. Just jerk him or suck him off. Okay?" Darla asked.

Disappointed, Doug and Sandra looked at each other and both nodded in approval of the new plan. They both stood up.

"Did you see Darla sucking me?" he asked the little girl.

"Yeah," Sandra answered. "I think I know how to do that, now."

Sandra smiled.

Like she had seen her sister do, young Sandra got down on her knees and tentatively took his swollen meat in her hands. She stroked it softly with her hands, then pursed her lips and put the head of his cock in her young, eager mouth.

Doug moaned softly.

"That's it, sweetie... Just suck on it and move your mouth back and forth on it while you stroke it with your hand."

His meat tasted quite unusual, but it was good, Sandra thought.

"Use your tongue, too," Darla suggested. "Wiggle it across the underside of the tip. It'll drive him crazy."

Sandra took her advice, and in a matter of minutes, had Doug in an absolute frenzy. Her jaws ached with the size of his manhood, and she had to take a brief break. She popped her lips off but kept jerking him with her hand.

"How am I doing?" Sandra asked.

"Just fucking great, especially for a first-timer," Doug answered.

"When does that white stuff come out?" she asked.

"It won't be long..." Doug said. "A little more sucking, and I'll be there. Where do you want me to squirt it?"

Sandra hadn't thought about that.

"I think you ought to do it in her mouth," Darla said to Doug.

The thought of emptying his load into the little girl's mouth was almost too much for him.

"Is that okay, Sandra?" Doug asked, hopefully.

"I guess so," she answered.

With a sweet smile, Sandra puckered her lips around his cock again. The tongue began fluttering against the bottom of his prick-tip, and her hand sped up the pumping action.

"Oh, yes!" Doug exclaimed. His balls were now aching to release their cargo into the back of young Sandra's throat.

"I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. "Here it comes!"

"Yeeeaaahhhhhhh!!!" he yelled as he came.

She could feel his prick swell even more in her mouth, and then it pulsed in spasms.

Sandra felt a surge of warmth shoot into her mouth. The sticky liquid came in bursts, and soon she was unable to swallow it fast enough. She pulled it out of her mouth, and streams of sticky white cum dribbled out from the corners of her lips. She quickly swallowed. Doug was pumping his cock with his own hand now, directing hot goops of cum onto little Sandra's face and lips, splashing it against her cheeks. She opened her mouth again, and Doug directed a few more squirts of his juice into her eager mouth. Finally, it slowed to a trickle. He squeezed his hand down the shaft, forcing the last drops out of his piss-slit, and wiped the prick-head across the little girl's lips, smearing the cum on her face.

Darla laughed.

"Hey, Sandra, you should see yourself!", she chortled. "You've got cum all over your face!"

Sandra smiled and giggled herself. Her cheeks and lips were indeed almost covered in Doug's cum-juice. It dripped from her chin and hand onto her plaid pleated school skirt.

Having enjoyed the sweet taste of his cum, she scooped as much of it as she could onto her fingers and licked them clean.

Sandra smiled. She was going to enjoy guys and sex, she knew. She couldn't wait for her first fuck.

The following Tuesday, St. Luke's was scheduled to play a home Junior Varsity football game, their season opener. Sandra wore one of her cheerleading uniforms to school that day, as was customary for game days. She walked to her last-period class for the day, biology with Mr. Lewis, thinking about the fun that she was anticipating that evening after the game with her cheerleader friend, Trina. She wore a white long-sleeved oxford shirt with a red button-down vest over the top of it. The vest fit tightly, with white snaps. On her left breast was a small emblem showing a falcon, while the white letters "SLHS" ran down from her right shoulder to her right breast.

Sandra's skirt was red-and-white plaid with knife pleats all the way around. It was made of a flimsy, light fabric that flipped around easily when she moved. As short as the squad's cheerleading skirts were, hers was incredibly short due to her very thin waist.

Barely hidden under the skirt's hem, a pair of white cheerleading panties gripped her lithe, precious ass. A pair of white cotton kneesocks and white tennies rounded out the uniform very nicely.

On this day, Sandra chose to wear her long blonde hair loose. With just the slightest hint of wave to it, it shimmered in the hallway light and bounced against the back of her vest as she walked. A simple white barrette helped hold the hair back in place. She had golden bangs combed down straight across her forehead.

She saw Mr. Lewis was standing outside the classroom, observing the students as they entered the classroom that day. Sandra thought that he was a very attractive man. He was in his mid-thirties, about six feet four with a basketball player's physique, with thick brown hair and a well-trimmed moustache. Even this was only the second week of classes, the young girl had already fantasized about him several times in class.

Little Sandra could see that he was watching her as she came closer. Knowing that he was watching her, she decided to give Mr. Lewis a little show. A water fountain was almost directly opposite the classromm door where he stood, and she suddenly decided to get a few sips of water.

She waltzed over to the water fountain, her lightweight, tiny pleated cheerleading skirt bouncing high on her sweet ass. Sandra bent over to drink, and as she did so, Mr. Lewis gawked as her cheerleading skirt pulled up even higher to reveal a little bit of ass and those tight white panties.

Mr. Lewis felt an immediate bulge begin to grow in his slacks as he took in the picture of the young girl before him: the tight-fitting red vest outlining her tall but incredibly thin figure, the red-and-white plaid skirt ending in rippling pleats only slightly above the crotch of her white panties, long thin tanned thighs accentuated by those white kneesocks...

She took a few sips of water, then pretended to drink more as she stayed in that position for several more seconds, wanting desperately to get Mr. Lewis to notice her. Then she straightened up again and turned around to walk into the classroom.

Sandra could see that he was definitely noticing her, and she was instantly proud of her little tease act. She smiled at him with her sweet little-girl dimples and he quickly returned the smile.

She took her second-row seat, and the class started. As he lectured, Sandra noticed that Mr. Lewis was definitely making eye contact with her and looking over her whole body. She turned and looked at the other boys in the room, and a lot of them were staring at her.

The young girl tried not to smile as she thought about the power that her body had over men. She loved to wear a cheerleading uniform and other short skirts, because she could feel the guys' eyes almost penetrate her, and it made her feel good.

As Mr. Lewis continued his lecture, Sandra thought about the way that she sat, with her legs together, just the way her mother taught her.

She decided that wasn't going to be too much fun for Mr. Lewis. She already had a clue that her teacher might be hot for her. If she gave him a show in class, she knew that he would enjoy it. But there were only five minutes left before the bell to end the period and the school day.

Sandra slowly began to spread her knees as she sat in her chair. Soon they were about eighteen inches apart, and she knew that she was giving him a great view of her white panty crotch.

Mr. Lewis was now clearly distracted. He somehow fumbled through the last few minutes of his lecture, and the bell mercifully rang.

"Sandra Wilson, I'd like to see you for a minute," he said, as the students gathered their books and began to leave the room.

Young Sandra took her time getting her things together. Was she in trouble? Or was Mr. Lewis wanting to get a few minutes alone with her?

After the last students left the room, Sandra stood up and approached Mr. Lewis.

"Yes, Mr. Lewis?" she presented herself, somewhat nervously.

"Sandra, I need to talk to you for a few minutes," Mr. Lewis said as he sat in his chair.

"Have a seat," he told her.

Sandra boldly sat on the corner of his desk. He didn't seem to object, but looked a little surprised.

"Did you realize how you were sitting in class?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "I thought you might like that."

"I did," Mr. Lewis confessed. "But it really distracts me from teaching. Besides, you're much too young for me to be feeling this way about."

"Feeling what way?" Sandra asked.

Her teacher paused, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say.

"Let's just say that when you act that this, it makes me want to do things that I shouldn't do."

"Like wanting to have sex with me?" she blurted.

"Yeah, you could say that," he said. "I don't have to tell you how much trouble that could get me into."

"Who's going to tell?" asked Sandra.

She curled a leg out across the desk, pulling her skirt up tight and showing her crotch again to Mr. Lewis.

"Oh, Sandra..." he murmured. "I want you really bad..."

"I want you too, Mr. Lewis," she answered, smiling and looking into his eyes.

"If you want to lock the classroom door, I won't say anything," he told the girl.

Sandra quickly got up and walked to the door, locked it, and closed it behind her, making sure that nobody was watching. Then she returned to Mr. Lewis' desk.

Her handsome teacher stood up from his chair, and Sandra's sparkling blue eyes immediately locked on an enormous hardon protruding from his slacks.

"Yeah, Sandra, that's from you," he told her.

Sandra smiled with those little dimples.

"You're a little living doll, Sandra," he said as he took her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

Sandra had never really been held or kissed like this before, and she just wanted to melt.

Mr. Lewis put one hand around the little cheerleader's tiny waist, and placed his other hand on the back of one of her thighs, just below the hem of her little pleated skirt. He slowly ran it up under her skirt and grabbed her tight teen ass.

"Hey, Sandra, has anyone ever eaten your pussy?" he asked.

"No, but you can be the first, Mr. Lewis" she responded.

He reached under her skirt with both hands, grabbing the waistband of her cheerleading panties and pulling them off along with the underwear underneath. They dropped to the floor, and Sandra stepped out of them.

Mr. Lewis lowered Sandra onto his desk. She put her feet up on the edge of the desk and spread her legs far apart as he flipped her tiny skirt up and over her waist.

The little cheerleader looked magnificent, lying there in her cheerleading uniform with her teen snatch opened up for her teacher.

The little girl closed her eyes, then suddenly felt something warm and moist caressing her tender clit. She sighed deeply as her teacher stroked his tongue slowly across her pussy-trigger.

"Oh, Mr. Lewis...That feels wonderful..." she quietly moaned.

He licked her slowly for a few minutes, then sped up the action with more direct pressure on her sensitive organ.

Sandra could feel that warm feeling building within her again, the same warmth that she had felt a few days earlier when she had fingered herself to her first orgasm.

"Oh, Mr. Lewis, that feels sooooo good!" she moaned.

This time it was more powerful. The little cheerleader grabbed her knees and pulled them up tightly against her as she grimaced with the incredible intensity of her nearing climax.

"Oh, Mr. Lewis! I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! I'm gonna cuuuummmmmmm!!"

Sandra groaned in ecstasy as she became overwhelmed by the sensation. Her legs quivered slightly with the muscular release of tension. Pussy juice spurted out onto her teacher's face and pooled on the desk.

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis," she said. "I never felt anything quite like that before!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sandra."

"Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Lewis?" she asked.

"You bet!"

"I've never been fucked before, sir. I hope it's all right with you," she said.

"I'll be very gentle, Sandra."

Mr. Lewis quickly pulled off his slacks and briefs as he gawked at the young cheerleader. Her red snap-down vest, the white long-sleeve oxford shirt underneath, the flimsy red-and-white plaid pleated skirt now piled up over her waist, the white cotton kneesocks and tennies...there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't have wanted to fuck this young lady, he thought.

His ten-inch spear was more than ready to give this girl a long-wanted fuck. The teacher pulled Sandra toward him, positioning her ass at the edge of the table so he could stand and fuck her as she lied there.

Sandra watched with excitement as he nestled the tip of his prick against her hot, eager pussy and rubbed it across the opening several times to get it nice and wet.

"Come on, Mr. Lewis. Fuck me!" she begged.

Suddenly, she felt him enter her virgin pussy. Slowly, he drove the head into her. The young girl was incredibly tight, and he knew he was going to enjoy this.

Mr. Lewis sawed it in and out of her slowly, pushing deeper with it each time until she was able to take most of it up her cherry teenage snatch.

"Ooohhh... Mr. Lewis..." she moaned. Sandra felt wonderful. She tingled with the sensation of her teacher's stiff prick filling her wet little fuck-box.

The horny teacher fucked the horny little cheerleader. With her feet on his desk and her knees up, he grasped her thighs and used them for leverage as he pumped his dick deep into her pretty little pussy. Loud slushy sounds emanated from the loins of the two lovers as he gave her her first fuck, a tight wet fuck.

"We're fuckin' now, aren't we, Mr. Lewis?"

"Yeah, Sandra. I'm fuckin' your brains out."

The excitement level quickly built within him as he screwed the beautiful young JV cheerleader. He knew he couldn't take it too much longer with the incredibly tight pussy on this young girl.

"You like this, don't you, you little prick-teaser?" he asked.

"Yeah...it feels nice."

"You're such a good little girl. I've always liked fucking cheerleaders, especially in their uniforms."

"You've fucked cheerleaders before?" Sandra asked.

"You bet!"

"From this school?"

"Oh, sure. But nobody as young, sweet and tight as you, my darling..."

Sandra smiled as she looked up at her teacher, hammering away at her with steady thrusts.

"Oh, Sandra..." he moaned. "Your pussy is so tight, I can't take much more of this. Can I come in your pussy?" he asked.

"You can squirt it wherever you want, Mr. Lewis. I'll even let you do it in my mouth, if you want," she answered.

"I wanna do it in your pussy, you sweet little schoolgirl fucker," he told her. "The next time, I'll fuck your hot little mouth."

He felt his cock-trigger reach the breaking point and threw his head back as he shoved his big dick into her with one more powerful thrust.

"Aaaahhhh!!!" he groaned as he shot his first steamy load of cum into the young girl.

Sandra could feel his cock pulsate within her as it filled her cunt with loads of thick white love-juice. Her teacher continued sawing his meat in and out of the young girl, and he quickly filled her moist, soft cunt with his fluid.

Unable to hold any more of Mr. Lewis' cum, streams of it overflowed her young pussy and ran down over her tight teen ass, pooling on the teacher's desk.

The pretty little cheerleader smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the last few seconds of her first fuck and looking forward to her teacher's promise to fill her eager mouth with his cum.

Jennie met her friend Trina Walker after school, and the two young cheerleaders walked the short distance to Trina's home. Trina was a sophomore, a year older than Jennie, and somewhat more sexually experienced, as well. She was about 5'3, and every bit as attractive as Jennie. Trina's brunette hair was thick and wavy, and hung to the middle of her back. Her smile was sweet and angelic, and her cheeks dimpled slightly. She had a well-curved body that featured a pair of buxom D-cup breasts. They filled her white blouse and bright red cheerleading vest, bouncing as she walked down the street. Trina's ass was every man's dream, and sensuously swished the pleats of her short red-and-white plaid skirt back and forth. Her white kneesocks and white tennies only enhanced the beautiful image. The two lovely cheerleaders arrived at Trina's home. Mr. Walker had just arrived from work and smiled at the two young ladies as he stepped out of the car.

"Hi, girls," he said, centering his eye contact on his daughter's younger friend.

Jennie could feel Mr. Walker's eyes rape her, travelling up and down her lithe innocent figure. Though she had seen him a few times before, now she had the overwhelming feeling that her friend's dad was hot for her.

"Hi, Mr. Walker..." she responded shyly, smiling and looking him straight in the eyes.

Mrs. Walker came out through the front door of their home.

"Trina," she said, "could you run to the store with me for about thirty minutes or so? I need you to help me pick out a birthday gift."

"But, Mom," Trina replied, "What about Jennie? You just want me to leave her here?"

"I'll be okay," Jennie assured her friend. "It's all right. Go ahead."

"All right, Jennie. But I'll be right back," Trina answered. The young brunette cheerleader handed her schoolbooks to her dad and walked to the car with her mom.

As her friend pulled out of the driveway, Jennie realized that she was all alone with Trina's dad. She was curious about him. Would he really want to fuck her? The idea thrilled Jennie. Seducing her best friend's dad! What would Trina say if she found out?

"Would you like to come in, Jennie?" Mr. Walker asked, holding the door for her.

She walked into the house in front of him as his eyes locked on her cute little pleated cheerleader skirt which barely covered her bright red panties.

Jennie walked into the living room. She looked at the clock on the wall.

"Thirty minutes..." she said softly.

"Pardon me?" Mr. Walker asked.

"They won't be home for about thirty minutes," Jennie stated matter-of-factly.

"That's right, Jennie."

Sandra wanted him to fuck her. Her adventure with the teacher earlier had her so hot, she was dying for another guy's cock.



Knowing that time was short, Jennie summoned all her courage.

"Do you like me, Mr. Walker?" she asked.

"Why, yes. You're a fine young lady, Jennie," he answered.

"No, I mean 'would you want me'?"

She gulped, waiting for a reply.

"For what?" he asked, hoping for the answer he wanted.

"You know, Mr. Walker... Would you want to fuck me?"

She smiled at him, because she already knew the answer.

Mr. Walker began trembling. She was tempting him unfairly, he knew, and he also knew he could not resist the charms of this delightful young cheerleader.

Jennie stepped up to him and boldly put a hand on his crotch. She rubbed him there for a few seconds, and he did not pull away.

"Yeah..." he admitted. He wrapped his arms around his daughter's young friend and kissed her softly. His heart pounded as he pulled his lips away and reached under her flimsy little red-and-white plaid pleated cheerleader skirt, cupping an ass cheek through her tight red panties with his hand.

"We'd better hurry, then, sir," she reminded him. We don't have much time."

Mr. Walker walked quickly to the door and bolted it shut, then led Sandra by the hand to the family room.

He lowered her to the carpet in front of the TV, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"What's the matter, Mr. Walker?" Sandra asked, smiling.

"I just can't believe this," he admitted. "This is a dream I've had for about a year now."

"You mean you've dreamed about making love to me, Mr. Walker?"

"Yes, Sandra..."

Young Sandra lay there on the carpet before him, looking so perfect. Her long blonde hair splashed out on the carpet. Her red cheerleading vest, so tight over her white blouse, heaved in the air as her breathing grew heavier in anticipation.

Sandra's knees were high in the air, pulling the hem of her little cheerleading skirt up high on her thighs. Her thin legs looked delicious in the white kneesocks.

Sandra spread her white tennies to the sides, then pulled her cute little schoolgirl knees apart, showing him her panty-covered crotch. She reached a hand down there and started rubbing her clit through her cheerleading panties while she watched Mr. Walker pull his pants off. Mr. Walker tossed his jeans aside and peeled his underwear off. His swollen, thick ten-inch prick wobbled obscenely toward her.

"Let me take your panties off, sweetheart," he said.

Little Sandra raised her hips as he grabbed the waistband with both hands and eagerly tugged the red panties off. He slid them over her thin, golden thighs and tossed them aside.

Mr. Walker gaped at the sight of the young girl's snatch, already moist from her rubbing. It was practically hairless, swollen and pink, glistening with her juices.

"Do you want me to take anything else off?" Sandra asked.

"No, darling," he answered. "I love cheerleading uniforms, and I'd love to fuck you in yours, if you don't mind."

"Whatever you'd like, sir," she told him.

Litle Jennie smiled as he kneeled before her. She watched his head dip under her little skirt, felt his tongue and warm, moist breath on her teen cunny.

"Oh, Mr. Walker," she purred. "That feels so good..."

Trina's dad lapped gently at her clit, rubbing it from side to side. He slipped a finger into her moist pussy, sliding it in and out as he tongued her.

"Oh, God..." she murmured. She could feel her tight, young body convulse, her thighs shaking, as he drove her to ecstasy with his tongue.

"OHHHH...YESSSS...OH GOD...."

She screamed as she came. Her body shook uncontrollably.

Mr. Walker slowly stopped his licking. When Sandra saw his head poke out from under her cheerleader skirt, she could see her pussy juice dripping from his chin. He smiled.

"Fuck me, Mr. Walker," she begged. "I've got to have it now."

He straddled her and fisted his big prick to her clit. He rubbed the cock-head in her juices, getting it nice and moist, then punched it into her little cheerleader cunt.

It was incredibly tight, he thought. He pumped it in and out several times until he was able to sink all eight inches into her. Soon, he was fucking the young cheerleader good and hard, just like he had dreamed.

"Oh, Sandra, this is so good," he told her. His balls slapped her tight little ass as he punched her with quick, short strokes.

"I'm glad you like it, sir," she answered. "I like this, too!"

Sandra pulled her knees up high and wrapped her white kneesocks around the man's back as he rode her.

"Your pussy is so tight!" Mr. Walker complimented her.

Sandra laughed.

"You want to try another position?" he asked.

"Sure," she answered.

Mr. Walker pulled his dick out of her.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.

Sandra giggled as she did so. The little cheerleader looked great in her little uniform as she arched her back, pushing her ass high.

"You aren't gonna put it in my ass, are you?" she asked, worried.

"No, sweetheart, maybe some other time. I'm just gonna fuck you like a dog."

Sandra laughed again as Trina's dad flipped her little pleated skirt up over her ass.

Mr. Walker carefully nudged his cock into her pussy. In the nearby full-length mirror, he watched himself fuck the darling young blonde cheerleader in her uniform.

"Mmmm..." she groaned. "I think we better hurry, though, sir. I don't wanna get caught."

"Yeah, you're right, Sandra. But I'm not gonna cum in your pussy and take a chance of getting you pregnant."

"It's okay, Mr. Walker, I'm on the pill...unless you'd like to do something else instead."

"Yeah, I would," he answered, still sweetly fucking the young cheerleader.

"I wanna fuck your mouth, Sandra?" he told her.

"Are you gonna cum in it?" she asked.

"Can I?"

Sandra smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Walker, you can cum in my mouth it you'd like."

He pulled his dick out again and stood up. Jennie turned around and kneeled before him. She took his thick cock in one hand and wrapped her lips around it.

Sandra sucked him like a pro. Her little teen cheeks dimpled as she worked the man's prick in and out of her mouth. She knew he couldn't last long. Little Sandra gazed into his eyes, enjoying the look of pure delight etched on his face.

"Oh, Sandra, I'm gonna cum!!" he yelled.

Sandra pulled him most of the way out of her mouth and opened it. She stuck out her tongue, placing the tip on the underside of his prick-head and wiggling it around. She held her mouth wide open, anticipating his cum.

Sandra's hand pumped furiously on him. She looked back and forth at his face and at his prick-tip on the end of her tongue.

Mr. Walker was enjoying the moment immensely. The young cheerleader was going to make him cum, and she was doing it like a pro.

Suddenly, he came with a loud groan. Sandra felt his cock spasm in her hand. A thick load of cum shot down her tongue into her sweet mouth, followed by another and another.

Sandra imagined that it had been stored up for weeks, because there was so much of it. She continued hand-jerking him, and he kept shooting his cum all over her tongue and into her eager mouth.

Mr. Walker watched the little cheerleader take his load. It splashed against her teeth, but she was careful to make sure that it all went into her mouth.

Finally, the flow of semen stopped. Sandra swallowed the sticky white fluid, then milked the last bit out of him.

She pressed her thumb against the underside of his cock, at the base, then pushed it forward to the tip. A few beads of cum oozed from the piss-slit, and Sandra licked it clean.

"You'd better get dressed, Mr. Walker," she reminded him. "Your wife and daughter will be here in just a few minutes."

"Oh, Sandra, you're wonderful," he gasped.

She laughed and bounced to her feet. Reaching down, she grabbed her bright red cheerleader panties and stepped into them, then pulled them up under her little skirt, tugging them into place around her young, shapely ass.

"Listen, Sandra," Mr. Walker added. "I just got a camera and would like to try it out. Do you think I could get a few pictures of you in your uniform one of these days?"

"Sure," she agreed.

"Some friends of mine would pay you a lot of money to take pictures of you, too, and maybe perform for them."

"Really?" She asked. "What do you mean perform'?"

Mr. Walker smiled.

"Whatever you'd like it to mean, Sandra."

Sandra smiled. More than one man at a time? She tingled at the idea.

"We'll have to do this again, Sandra," he added.

Sandra winked at Mr. Walker.

"You can count on it, sir."

It was a full week since Sandra Wilson's interlude with Mr. Walker. She found it hard to keep it from her best friend, Trina Walker, but she knew she must. She wondered what Trina would do if she found out.

The two young cheerleaders walked to the football field for Tuesday afternoon's Saint John's Junior Varsity game against nearby Franklin High. It was getting colder as fall neared, and this was the first opportunity for the Junior Varsity girls to wear their new winter uniforms.

Sandra and Trina both looked like dolls. Sandra, with her long blonde hair, parted in the middle and swept back over her shoulders with those golden bangs, looked sweet and innocent with her cute dimples. She was an absolute darling in her new cheerleading uniform. It fit her thin 5'6" frame like a glove, and she couldn't wait to show it off.

Trina, a year older, was a bit more developed than Sandra. Almost as tall, her figure was more shapely, and her long brunette hair was thick and wavy. Her face was quite attractive, but not as sweet and innocent-looking as Sandra's.

The cheerleading sweater was a tight, ribbed turtleneck variety, ending just at her waist, so that when she would lift her arms, her flat tummy would peek out. It was all white except for two thin red stripes running down the sides and down the sleeves. The red letters "SJHS", about four inches high, ran across her chest.

The skirt was red, with twelve inverted white pleats. It was ever so short, ending just below her crotch, and showing off her long, thin, tanned legs. Her white cheerleading panties were snug on her shapely teen ass.

White kneesocks with red-and-white saddle shoes completed the outfit.

It was about 4:15 P.M. when Sandra and Trina arrived at the field. The stands were never very full for a Junior Varsity game, but a number of supporters were already there, about fifteen minutes before kickoff.

The girls began to do their stretching exercises, bending over, touching their toes, sitting on the grass with their legs spread apart to stretch the muscles, as they talked.

"Don't look now, Sandra," said Trina, "but there's about ten men watching us right now."

"Really?" said Sandra, pretending not to notice.

"Oh, yeah. One guy even has a camera with a big lens," Trina added.

"Those guys want a show, huh?" asked Sandra.

"Sure. That's why they come out here. Most of em don't even have kids in our school. They just want to get turned on by us."

"You think?" asked Sandra, laughing.

"You bet. Most of those guys don't care about this games. They just want to imagine screwing us," stated Trina matter-of-factly.

Sandra laughed.

"You wanna give em a show today?" Sandra asked.

"Sure," Trina answered, smiling.

The two naughty Junior Varsity cheerleaders continued stretching, exaggerating their movements, making them slowly.

Sandra stood up and bent over, stretching her hamstrings. Facing away from the stands, she proudly displayed her magnificent young ass, clad in the white cheerleading panties, to the fuck-hungry stares of the men.

"Hey, Sandra," said Trina softly. "That guy with the camera is taking your picture."

Sandra grinned. It thrilled her to tease the guys like this.

Trina lay on her back, facing the stands. She raised her knees high in the air, then spread her legs slowly and brought them together again, displaying her cute little panty-covered crotch.

"I think that's enough for now," laughed Trina.

Sandra looked into the stands and saw Mr. Lewis, her teacher. He was staring directly at her.

The band, seated in the stands, started playing one of their favorite rock songs. Sandra, Trina and the other cheerleaders started their pompon routine to the music.

Sandra and Trina went out of their way to make the routine as sexy as possible, shaking their little asses, the little red skirts flashing white from the pleats as they swished, the white cheer panties flashing from beneath the hem. They gyrated their little bodies, raising their arms and showing off the belly-buttons on their flat tummies.

In the stands, the men were having a field day with these two young women blatantly showing their bodies off for them. Mr. Lewis was so horny, he couldn't take it any more. He walked down to the fence and motioned Sandra over.

"Yeah, Mr. Lewis?" Sandra asked.

"There's a janitor's closet just inside the back entrance, to the left. Please meet me there at halftime," he begged.

"But Mr. Lewis, I'll only have ten minutes," she answered.

"Please, Sandra?"

"Okay, Mr. Lewis, but it will have to be quick."

"I understand."

With that, Mr. Lewis returned to his seat, only to leave a few minutes before halftime.

At halftime, Trina asked Sandra to go to the concession stand with her.

"I can't," answered Sandra.

"Why not?" Trina asked.

"Mr. Lewis wants me to meet him in the school for a couple of minutes," Sandra explained.

"Why?" Trina inquired further.

Sandra blushed.

"Are you guys having sex?!" Trina asked, a bit loudly.

"Shhh!" Sandra reprimanded.

"Really? That's wild!" said Trina, very softly this time.

"We've only done it once," Sandra told her, "but this is between us, okay?"

"Sure, Sandra. I've had sex with a couple of teachers before. It's really not a big deal, actually."

Sandra smiled at her friend.

"I have to go, Trina," she said, starting to walk off.

Trina smiled back at her.

"Have fun," said Trina. "Maybe I can have him next time."

Trina walked briskly toward the school's rear entrance, her little red cheerleading skirt swishing from side to side, flashing its twelve white pleats.

When she got to the janitor's closet, she looked around to see if anyone was looking, then knocked. Mr. Lewis opened the door, and she quickly stepped inside, closing and locking it behind her.

"Thanks for coming, Sandra," said Mr. Lewis.

"We only have a few minutes," she reminded him.

"I know. It's just that you put on such a show that I just had to have you right now!"

He put his arms around her, pressed his lips tightly against hers, and pulled her tightly against him. The twelve white pleats of her tiny red cheerleading skirt fanned out as he reached underneath and squeezed her tight little ass through her cheer panties.

"Put your hands on the sink," Mr. Lewis instructed.

Sandra obliged, turning around, bending over and grasping the edge of the sink.

"I'm gonna fuck you this way, this time, sweetheart," he said. He stood behind her, undoing his trousers.

"I thought you were gonna do it in my mouth next time," Sandra reminded.

"Next time, I promise. But I've got to fuck your sweet little pussy right now."

He winced as he pulled his rock-hard cock free from the imprisoning underwear. As Sandra looked over her shoulder, he flipped her tiny skirt over her waist.

"Spread your legs, my honey," he ordered.

She did so, and Mr. Lewis grabbed the legband of her cheer panties. They were so tight, but he managed to pull them aside, exposing her little muff.

"Aren't you going to take them off, sir?" Sandra asked.

"No, Sandra," he answered. "I'm gonna fuck you in your panties."

He fisted his pricktip to her pussy from behind. Nestling the head between her pussy lips, he wiggled it slightly to moisten it with her cunt juice. She watched as he slowly drove it in.

"Oooffff!" she groaned, as he entered her.

Mr. Lewis grabbed her waist with both hands, moving her back and forth, as his cock sawed her sweet pussy.

Sandra looked naughty. She was leaning over the sink in her cheerleading uniform, her white sweater pulled up high, her red skirt with the white pleats piled up over her waist, her white cheer panties stretched aside for his cock, her white kneesocks and red-and-white saddle shoes spread wide apart for balance.

He fucked his little cheerleader hard. Her long blonde hair bounced as her teacher banged her.

"Mr. Lewis, you're so nasty..." she told him.

"Fucking me in my panties like this..."

The young cheerleader could feel the friction of her cheer panties stretched tight across her clit, and it felt really good. It quickly drove her to orgasm.

"Oh, God! Mr. Lewis! I'm getting one!!"

Sandra bit her lip to keep from screaming. She was overcome with a warm rush that swept through the luscious cheerleader.

Mr. Lewis groaned.

"I'm gonna cum, too!" he exclaimed.

He grimaced as his cock released its tension, filling the young cheerleader with a hot load of cum. It spurted deep into her pussy, sending shivers through her thin, sweet body.

Mr. Lewis slowed to a stop and pulled his dripping prick out of her. Sandra's cheerleading panties snapped loudly back into place.

Sandra stood up and her skirt fell back into place.

"Oh, I have to get back now!" she gasped, almost forgetting the game.

"Thanks, Sandra," Mr. Lewis sighed.

"Sure, Mr. Lewis," she answered. "Just remember, I get to suck you off next time."

She smiled, opened the door slowly, saw that nobody was around, and quickly ran back to the game.

By the time she got back to her friend, she could feel the sopping crotch of her tight cheer panties, soaking wet with Mr. Lewis' cum.

"How was it?" asked Trina, teasing her.

"Just fine," Sandra smiled.

"Did you blow him?"

"No, he fucked me again," Sandra answered, quietly.

Trina looked her over.

"Well, Sandra, you look just fine. Except for some of his cum on your legs," Trina chortled.

Sandra could feel her teacher's cum as it slowly ran down her thighs onto her white kneesocks.

All through the second half, Sandra wondered how many people could notice that her panties were wet. But that didn't stop her from giving the guys more of a show. She kicked her legs high, twirled around and ground her hips to the band's music. After the game, Sandra and Trina were among the last to leave. It was 6p and starting to get dark. The guy with the camera, who had been taking their pictures, approached them.

"Uh oh, here comes the camera guy," Sandra warned.

He smiled at the two cheerleader sweethearts.

"Hi, girls!" he said. "My name's Samson."

"Hi," they both answered politely.

"You girls are really great cheerleaders," he complimented.

"Thanks," they retorted, not knowing where the conversation was going.

"I'd love to take some more pictures of you at my studio," he said. "I'll even pay you for your time."

The girls perked up.

"Really?" Sandra asked. "What would the pictures be for?"

"Just for myself," came the honest answer.

"I don't know..."

"I'll pay you each fifty bucks, okay?" Samson asked.

Sandra looked at Trina, who nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Samson. When?"

Samson shrugged.

"How about now?" he asked.

The girls were planning on going to a fast food joint for a couple of hours, so they knew they wouldn't be missed.

"Sure," Trina answered, smiling.

"We can take my car," he told them.

Samson pulled the car into a garage at a home just a few miles from the school.

"Here we are," he announced.

The three stepped out of the car and walked inside.

"I thought you said you have a studio," Trina commented.

Samson smiled. "Well, you might say it's a portable studio."



"Where is it?" asked Sandra.

Samson led the two girls to a door and opened it. They saw a bed and studio lights, with a tripod and camera supplies.

"Oh, I get it," said Trina. She looked at Samson and smiled.

"Just what we thought. You want some nasty pictures, don't you?"

Sandra smiled at Samson. The thought of a guy taking nasty pictures of her and jacking off to them was exciting.

"Why don't you girls sit on the bed?" Samson suggested.

Trina and Sandra sat on the bed, while Samson turned to load his camera and turn the studio lights on.

"Hey, Sandra. I know we can get some big money here, so let me do the talking, okay?" Trina whispered.

Sandra nodded.

Samson stepped toward the bed.

"Okay, sweethearts. What are your names?"

"I'm Trina and she's Sandra."

Samson smiled. "Well, now, let's take some really nice pictures."

He fired off a couple, the flashes from the lights filling the room like close lightning bolts.

"Okay, girls, just put your knees about six inches apart."

"You want to see our panties?" Trina asked.

"Yeah," Samson admitted.

"One hundred bucks, then," Trina demanded.

"Yeah, sure," he answered.

The two young cheerleaders spread their legs and smiled for the camera as he fired off more photos. The girls spread their legs wide and pulled their little red cheerleading skirts high on their thighs, clearly showing him their white panty-covered crotches. Sandra was glad that her cheer panties had dried by now.

"That's great," he said, firing off more pictures.

The girls were really enjoying themselves.

"Do you wanna see our asses?" asked Sandra.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Samson blurted. "Take your shoes off and climb on the bed."

Sandra and Trina untied their red-and-white saddle shoes and kicked them off.

The girls turned around on the bed, kneeling on the edge and getting down on their elbows. They hiked their skirts up high on their panties. Their tight asses looked marvelous in those white cheer panties, with their cunny mounds bulging between their tight teen thighs.

Samson was going crazy. The two young girls were driving him mad with lust. His cock ached against his jeans.

"How about taking your panties off?" he offered.

"One hundred fifty apiece," Sandra demanded, before Trina had a chance to say anything.

"Okay," he agreed.

Sandra reached high under her skirt and thumbed the waistband of her panties, tugging them down around her thighs. Trina followed her lead. The two girls resumed their position, bent over facing away from Samson with their cheer panties stretched out on their thighs.

Their pussies looked marvelous. Sandra's almost-bare blonde cunny and Trina's pussy with a handful of brunette hair.

He shot some more photos.

"Okay, girls, now lean back on the bed and face me," he ordered.

They obeyed.

"Put your knees up and spread your legs and feet apart. Show off those pussies of yours."

Sandra and Trina were eager to obey. They displayed their magnificent cunts for the photographer, smiling sweetly for the camera.

Sandra pulled the white pleats of her red cheerleading skirt up high and put a hand on her clit. She used her fingers to spread her pink pussy lips apart.

Trina followed Sandra's lead, surprised by the younger girl's brashness. The two young cheerleaders began fingering their clits, masturbating for the camera, smiling the whole time for him.

"My God..." Samson murmured. The sight was too much for him. The two teenage cheerleaders on the bed with their tight white turtleneck sweaters, their little red skirts with the white pleats, their panties off, the white kneesocks...

Samson was clicking off photo after photo, fumbling to reload the camera after each roll was taken.

"How about taking the sweaters off??" he asked.

"Two hundred each, then," insisted Trina.

"Yeah, sure," the man agreed.

The two girls quickly pulled the tight sweaters off and tossed them aside, as well as their bras. They continued fingering themselves for him.

Samson flashed photo after photo. He couldn't believe this.

Trina and Sandra played with their clits, looking absolutely darling, wearing only their red cheerleading skirts with the twelve white pleats and the white kneesocks.

"I've gotta fuck somebody," he said.

"How about me?" offered Trina.

"No, me!" protested Sandra.

He looked the two girls over. While Trina was attractive, Sandra was definitely younger, he thought. Her tiny tits with pointed nipples, her skinny body, the dimples and long blonde hair, she was the one he really wanted.

"I'll tell you what. How about I eat your pussy and fuck you first, Trina? Then I'll fuck your cute little friend."

He winked at Sandra, who smiled.

Samson ripped off his clothes in seconds and climbed in bed with the two teenaged cheerleaders. Trina slid over onto her back and pulled up her little skirt as the photographer dove mouth-first into her crotch.

Sandra couldn't believe the size of him. His prick was almost twelve inches long and it was ever bit as thick as a coke can! Sandra's eyes were wide in amazement, as was her mouth agape. Sandra watched as the man ate her friend's pussy, lapping hungrily at her hole.

"Oooohhhh..." Trina moaned as he snacked on her snatch. She squeezed her B-cup tits and closed her eyes.

Sandra reached over and grabbed Samson's massive cock with one hand. She rubbed it softly, caressing it gently with her fingers, stroking it very slowly. Then she rubbed his hairy balls gently, fondling his sack and rolling them around with her fingers.

Samson groaned softly. Sandra watched in fascination as the man slowly slipped a finger up to Trina's ass. He slowly inserted it.

"Oooffff!" Trina groaned. "Oh, God!"

Trina had never had a guy's finger up her ass before, and it quickly excited her. She could feel the man slowly work it in and out of her ass, and it made his pussy-licking seem much more intense.

"I'm gonna cum, mister!" she yelled. "You're doing it to me! Oh my God... Yesssss!"

Trina's legs quivered as she climaxed.

"Fuck me, Samson! Do it now!" she hollered.

The man pulled his head out of her "Y". Trina pulled her knees up as he crawled up to her.

Sandra watched intently as Samson plunged his cock into her cheerleader friend. She watched his ass as it pounded relentlessly into Trina, fucking her good and hard. She couldn't wait for her turn.

"Don't cum yet, mister," Sandra reminded. "You said you'd fuck me, too."

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he panted. "I'll get to you in a minute."

The man rode Trina hard for another full minute, with Trina groaning under the assault of Samson's mammoth manhood. Then, he slowed to a stop, leaving a slightly disappointed Trina as he pulled his throbbing monster prick out of her.

The photographer slid over to Sandra, who had laid down next to Trina. Her pussy was nice and wet from her masturbating and it glistened in the lights as she pulled her knees up high and spread them.

Samson flipped her cheerleader skirt up over her waist. This time, Trina watched her friend as Sandra waited for him to skewer her with his big prick.

"Are you gonna be able to take all of that?" Trina asked.

"I don't know, Trina. I'll try," came Sandra's answer.

The man nestled the prick tip into the opening of her snatch, rubbed it around in the moistness, and slowly slid it into the thin, young cheerleader.

"Oh...oh...ohgod..." Sandra groaned, biting her lip.

Trina climbed off the bed and grabbed Samson's camera as he started to fuck little Sandra.

He pushed his prick a little deeper into her with each stroke. Sandra was so incredibly tight that he knew he wouldn't last long inside of her. He was able to push about seven inches into her before he hit her cervix, so he held up there, not wanting to hurt the darling cheerleader.

Trina began taking pictures of the man fucking Sandra. Sandra had hooked her white kneesocks around his back, and he was fucking her with a nice, slow pace.

"You look good, you two," said Trina.

Sandra looked adorable under the man, dressed only in the little cheerleading skirt and white kneesocks, her tiny tits rock-hard as the man sucked on them, and her long blonde hair across the bed.

Trina shot off more pictures of the two lovers until she ran out of film.

The photographer was in fuck-heaven over the young teenager. He rammed his prick into her repeatedly until he was ready to explode.

"Okay, girls, who wants to get my load?" he panted.

"You can come in my mouth if you want," gasped Sandra.

"Or mine," added Trina.

"How about both?" he suggested.

The man pulled out of Sandra. Trina quickly crawled back into bed.

"Both of you girls put your faces next to each other," he ordered, whacking away at his cock with one hand.

The girls did as she were told.

"Now put your mouths next to each other's," he added.

Sandra and Trina turned their faces to each other, their lips touching.

"Now I'm gonna cum in both of your sweet little mouths," he said.

The two cheerleaders opened their mouths wide, practically kissing each other. Their tongues reached outward for him as he lowered his prick-tip to their mouths. The hot breath of the two girls on his throbbing cock was too much for him.

With a groan, he let loose a torrent of cum. It splattered into the mouths of both girls. With their tongues fighting for position to get more, his cock squirted more and more cum at them.

Sandra and Trina hungrily gulped it down as it came. It ran down their cheeks and into their hair, because they couldn't swallow it fast enough.

The man's prick finally stopped pumping cum at them. The two girls, with sticky white cock-cum all over their faces and on their lips, kissed each other softly in a gooey kiss as they giggled, proud of their accomplishment.

Sandra arrived home from school, dressed in her cute little school uniform. Her long blonde hair was parted in the middle and pulled back in two ponytails, with bangs to her eyebrows. Her white long-sleeved blouse, the blue plaid pleated skirt which hung so short from her thin waist, and white kneesocks with blue-and-white saddle shoes looked absolutely marvelous on the delightful young girl. Sandra set her books down as the phone rang. She ran across the room to get it before the answering machine kicked on. Her little school skirt danced high on her thighs, flipping up to show brief glimpses of her white cotton panties.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Sandra?" came the reply.

"Yes, it is," she answered.

"Hi, sweetheart, it's Mr. Walker."

Jennie smiled.

"How are you, sir?" she asked.

"Just fine, Sandra. Listen, remember what I told you about meeting a group of guys for some photos and stuff?" he reminded her.

"Yeah."

"Well, how about Saturday night?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. How can I get it past my mom?" Jennie asked.

"It's easy, Sandra," Mr. Walker assured her.

"Just tell your mom you're spending the night over here."

Sandra shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess that would work," she said.

"Listen, these guys are willing to pay you $1,500 for spending the night with them," he told her.

"Wow," replied Sandra. "How many guys are gonna be there?"

"Seven of us, Sandra. We want you to spend the whole night with us."

Seven guys! Sandra's mind reeled just thinking about it. She could really use that money, she knew.

"Oh, and also," added Mr. Walker, "would you mind it if another girl was there?"

"I guess not, sir."

"Good, Sandra. Be at the Excalibur hotel, Room 120, at 7:00. Be sure to bring your cheer uniforms and pom pons."

"I'll bring several of my uniforms," Sandra volunteered.

"Great, Sandra. I'll see you Saturday night."

The phone call was cut short by the doorbell. Sandra answered it, and it turned out to be her sister's boyfriend, Doug, and his friend, Samson.

"Hi, Doug," greeted Sandra, smiling.

"Hi, Jennie," Doug answered. He smiled back, fondly remembering his interlude with the young girl a few weeks back.

"Is Darla home?" he asked.

"Nope, she went shopping with Kim, but she should be back in a little while. Would you like to wait for her?"

Doug looked at Samson.

"A few minutes wouldn't hurt, I guess," came Samson's answer.

"Come on in, then," said Sandra, holding the door open for the two boys.

Sandra led them into the living room, where they sat down on the couch.

"Anybody want a Coke?" Sandra asked politely.

"Sure," they both answered.

Sandra spun away and walked into the kitchen. She knew that the two boys were watching her. The refrigerator was within sight of the couch, and as she opened the door, she bent over for the drinks, which were on the bottom of the fridge door.

Samson's eyes bugged out, and Doug just smiled. The little schoolgirl, dressed in her uniform, was giving them a nice panty-peek. Her short blue plaid pleated skirt pulled up just high enough on her teen ass to show off the crotch of her white cotton panties.

She looked around and caught them gaping at her panties.

"Yeah, I see you guys! Shame on you!" she jokingly chided them.

Samson and Doug both laughed as she came back with their drinks. She handed the Cokes to them, then sat across the room in a lounge chair.

"So, what are you guys up to?" Sandra asked.

She slowly spread her knees apart. She knew that the boys could see her panties, and she loved it.

"Ummm, we were just cruising around, and thought we'd stop by for a few minutes," Doug replied.

"Yeah," added Samson, staring not-so-subtly under the young schoolgirl's skirt.

"I see," said Sandra.

The sweet young blonde pulled up one saddle shoe on the edge of the chair, off to the side, pulling her little pleated skirt up high on her waist, while she swung the other leg wide to the other side. It was a blatant show for the two boys, and she was not ashamed in the least.

Sandra giggled when she saw both Doug and Samson in a hypnotic trance. She had them at her command, she knew.

While the two boys watched in fascination, Sandra placed one hand on her crotch and started massaging her cunny through her panties. Her other hand slid slowly over one knee sock and caressed her thigh.

"Anybody want to do anything?" she asked teasingly.

"Yeah," answered Samson, dumbfounded.

Sandra looked absolutely darling. The long blonde hair in ponytails, the cute little bangs, the dimples in her smile...

"You guys wanna fuck me, don't you?" she asked, brazenly.

"Yeah!" they both gasped in unison.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked.

Doug and Samson both jumped up and ran to Jennie. She laughed at their eagerness.

Sandra reached for Samson's zipper and tugged it down. While she fumbled around in his pants for his dick, Doug knelt down in front of her. Doug reached up under her skirt and tugged Sandra's panties down. She raised her ass off the chair so he could pull them all the way off. Doug spread her knees wide apart while he buried his head in her tender, moist pussy. Her little pleated school skirt draped over his head while he gave her sweet little cunt a good licking. Sandra fished Samson's immense prick out of his underwear and clamped her precious young mouth around it. Her tongue softly stroked his cock as swirled it around the head. She took him like a vacuum cleaner, sucking hard as she slowly worked him in and out of her mouth. They were quite a picture. Samson groaned as Sandra blew him. Jennie groaned as Doug sucked her clit. The three lovers enjoyed the passion of the moment.

Sandra scooted forward in the chair so Doug could suck her better. His tongue and hot breath felt so good down there. Then she felt Doug poke a finger into her pussy. He slid it around in her tight little teenage cunt as he continued licking and sucking her clit.

Sandra popped her lips off Samson's prick, but kept working him with her hand.

"Oh, Doug..." she moaned. "You're gonna make me cum..."

Doug lapped at her love hole with a frenzy. Up and down, side to side, he rubbed her clit with his tongue. She enjoyed the friction of his tongue, combined with his probing finger. Little Sandra felt herself grow flush, then tremble uncontrollably.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Oh, shit!" she gasped, almost out of breath.

Samson had started taking his pants off. Sandra released her grip on his cock while he took them off, and he did so quickly. He dropped to the carpet and lay on his back.

"Get on top of me, Sandra," he ordered.

Sandra, still enjoying the afterglow of her climax, got out of the chair. Still dressed in her school outfit, she pulled the skirt up around her waist and lowered herself on Samson's cock. The head popped into her pussy, and Sandra groaned slightly as she dropped on it slowly, plunging it deep into her sweet love nest. She started riding Samson's prick slowly, rocking forward and backward on him, while Doug took his clothes off. Sandra was sitting up as she rode Samson. His nine-inch cock fit her tight pussy quite nicely, she thought.

Doug came to Sandra and put his cock next to her mouth. She took it in her hand and pushed it into her hungry mouth, then started sucking him like she had done to Samson.

"Oh, Sandra..." Doug whispered.

Sandra was enjoying herself. One cock in her cunt, one in her mouth, she had never had sex with two guys at once before. She could hardly imagine Saturday night with seven of them!

"Just remember, Samson," said Doug. "I get to fuck her, too!"

"Yeah, sure," was the answer from Samson. "Hey, Sandra, where do you want us to cum?" Doug asked, remembering the face bath he had given the young girl the last time.

"Where do you want to?" she asked, keeping up the fuck-pace.

Doug laughed. "I wanna do it in your pussy this time!"

"You mean you've fucked Sandra before?" asked Samson. He cupped her ass cheeks with his hands, helping her rhythm.

"No, she just gave me a blowjob," said Doug. "But I blew my load all over her face!"

Samson laughed. "That sounds like fun! I think I'll try that!"

Sandra slowed to a stop, then pulled up from Samson's cock. She rolled over on her back, lifting her knees high, as Doug climbed on top of her.

"My turn!" he announced.

Doug fisted his prick into his girlfriend's sister. Sandra wrapped her kneesocks around his back as he started pumping her, slowly at first, then harder.

Samson watched his friend fuck the young girl while he sat next to them. Sandra felt a little sorry for him, so she reached out and took his cock in her hand, stroking it softly for him. She knew she didn't want to hand-pump him too hard, because he'd blow his load before she wanted him to.

Doug fucked Sandra good and hard. His balls slapped her ass as he hammered her with quick, short fuck-strokes.

"Fuck me hard, Doug..." she coached him, while rubbing one of her breasts through her white school blouse.

"I'm gonna cum..." he told her. "...any moment now..."

He felt his cock spasm and release its first load of hot spunk into her young snatch.

"Ohhhh!!!" he groaned.

Spurt after spurt of warm cum filled Sandra's pussy. Finally, Doug slowed his pumping to a stop and pulled his wet, dripping cock out of the girl. Cum dribbled out of her pussy onto the carpet under her.

"Okay, Sandra, are you ready for me?" Samson asked.

"Yep," was her answer. Lying on the carpet in her school uniform, her knee-socked legs raised and spread, her skirt piled up on her tummy showing her semen-soaked pussy, her long blonde hair spread out on the carpet...

Sandra smiled with those little dimples as Samson kneeled over her face. He frigged his cock as fast as he could, holding the tip of it toward her face.

Sandra opened her mouth wide, giggling as she waited for her face-bath.

Samson knew he wouldn't take too long.

"Get ready!" he told her.

Suddenly his prick shot a stream of cum at the young girl. It splattered across her face. Another squirt hit her in the mouth, then another and another on her angelic face.

Samson sprayed his load all over Sandra's sweet, smiling face. His fuck-cum was thick and warm as it coated her face from forehead to chin, with some of it even in her blonde hair.

When Samson was finished, he wiped the last of it on her lips. Sandra raised her head to take it in her mouth and sucked one last time on it, trying to get the last bit out.

Her efforts were rewarded with a tiny bit of salty cum. She savored the taste as the two boys stood up and started putting their clothes back on.

Sandra pulled her panties back on as Doug and Samson finished buckling their pants.

"Hey, Sandra, we'd better go," Doug said. He and Samson headed for the door.

"By the way, thanks!" the two boys said.

Sandra smiled, with a cum-smeared face.

"You're welcome," she answered.

The two boys left without seeing Darla or even opening their Cokes.

It was just before 7p that Saturday night when young Sandra arrived by taxi at the Excalibur Hotel. Packing three of her cheerleading uniforms and pom pons in two duffle bags, she walked briskly to Room 120.

Sandra knocked on the door. A man, who Sandra guessed to be in his forties, opened it and peeked outside.

"Are you Sandra?" he asked.

"Yeah," she smiled.

The man returned the smile.

"Come on in," he invited her.

Sandra stepped in. It was a large and luxurious suite, with a king-size bed. Sandra quickly counted nine men, all sitting and apparently waiting for her.

Mr. Walker jumped up.

"Hi, Sandra!" he shouted, walking up to her and giving her a big hug. Then he turned to introduce her to the others.

"Guys, this is Sandra," he said, simply.

The men all smiled at the young girl in jeans and T-shirt.

"Just wait till you see this little Junior Varsity cheerleader," he joked with the others.

Sandra giggled.

"Do you want me to change?" she asked.

"Yeah, how many uniforms did you bring?" Mr. Walker asked.

"Three of em," she answered.

"The bathroom is right over there," he told her. "But the other girl is changing right now. By the way, here's some cash for you."

Mr. Walker pressed a load of $100-dollar bills into her hand, and she quickly put it into her purse.

The bathroom door was closed, so Sandra sat down to wait. The men were all nodding approvingly at her. She counted six cameras and smiled as she imagined all the attention that she would be getting.

After a minute or so, the bathroom door opened, and another girl in a cheerleading uniform walked out. Little Sandra's jaw dropped to the floor.

It was her older sister, Darla.

"Sandra?!" was all that Darla could say.

"Darla?!"

It was an incredibly awkward moment, then both quickly came to realize why they were each there.

Sandra stepped up to meet her sister. She put her hand on Darla's arm and smiled to let her know it was all right.

"Let me change first," Sandra told Darla. "Then we can have some fun with these guys."

Sandra took her bags into the bathroom and changed into one of her cheerleading uniforms. She slipped into an ever-so-short white skirt with eight red inverted pleats. Then she pulled on a simple red V-neck sweater with white block letters "SJHS" across the front. The sweater was a little small for her, and pulled tightly across her firm, small tits.

The young cheerleader pulled on a pair of white kneesocks and laced up her red-and-white saddle shoes. Then she stepped into her white cheerleading panties and tugged them up under her little skirt. Somehow, she knew they wouldn't stay on for very long.

Sandra picked up her pom pons, then admired herself in the mirror. She fluffed her long blonde hair, turned sideways to check out the fit and noted the shortness of the skirt. The young girl tugged up the waistband just a bit, so that her white cheer panties were almost visible under the hem.

Little Sandra opened the door and stepped out. She saw Darla sitting on the edge of the bed, with several older men groping her through her uniform. Sandra smiled, watching her older sister charm the men.

Darla looked great, too, Sandra thought. Her cheer uniform looked a lot like the USC Song Girls, with an all-white turtleneck sweater that was incredibly tight on her. Darla's large tits made the red "SJHS" letters on the front of the sweater bulge out for instant attention. Her skirt was white, lightweight and flimsy for dance routines, with knife pleats all the way around and two red stripes around the hem. She was wearing all-white kneesocks, too, and white tennies.

As Sandra watched, one guy with gray hair was rubbing her big tits through her sweater. Another guy was stroking her thighs and kneesocks. A third guy had a hand down between her legs, rubbing Darla's cunny though her tight white panties.

"Okay guys, here are the rules," Mr. Walker announced. It was clear that he was in charge here.

"First of all, nobody cums in their holes. None of us wants sloppy seconds! Second, everybody fucks the girls in their uniforms. You can pull their sweaters up if you want, but keep their clothes on. Remember, the theme here is a cheerleader fuck. After everybody gets off at least once, we'll order out for pizza. Then the girls will change into another uniform and we'll fuck and suck some more.

Mr. Walker turned to the two cheerleading sisters.

"How many uniforms did you bring?" he asked.

"Three," they both answered.

"And then, I guess, they'll change again and we'll fuck until check-out tomorrow," he told the guys.

"Anyway, nobody count on getting any sleep until after they get home!"

The men all laughed, eagerly anticipating a chance to ravage these beautiful young ladies for the next sixteen hours.

"Right now," Mr. Walker added, "Let's watch the girls dance for us."

Mr. Walker turned on a portable CD player while Darla and Sandra stepped to the front of the room with their pom pons and started dancing for the men.

The sisters smiled as they bumped and wiggled their asses for the room of horny men. The room flashed as the guys took pictures of the two young ladies putting on their sexiest moves. The pom pons shook and the skirts swirled, Sandra's flashing red from the pleats and Darla's lightweight fabric flipping about wildly.

Darla shook her tits as she danced, those "SJHS" letters bouncing about as her tight sweater flopped up and down.

Sandra saw this, and realizing that her tits weren't going to get the same attention, turned around and bent over. Her little white skirt pulled up and the eight red pleats fanned out, showing the crotch of her panties. Her little cunny mound, wrapped in white, puffed between her thin thighs.

The men were gasping and shooting pictures as fast as they could, wanting to capture the magical moment for posterity. Sandra just smiled, knowing that these guys would be beating themselves off to these pictures for years.

The song came to an end, and Mr. Walker ordered the two girls to lay down on the floor in front of them. Sandra and Darla did so. As the men continued taking pictures, Sandra spread her thin thighs, showing off her little panty crotch. Darla followed her little sister. The girls let the men take more pictures of them, then started rubbing their crotches.

Sandra reached under the legband of her panties and poked a finger into her tender snatch, watching the men. A few of them had their zippers down by now, pulling their cocks out and stroking them wildly.

Sandra couldn't take it any more. She reached down and thumbed her panties off, wiggling them down her thighs and kicking them aside. With her little cheerleading skirt pulled up against her tummy, she showed the men her sweet, young pussy.

The men screamed for Darla to do the same, and she quickly did so. The two sisters, sitting on the floor with their cheerleading skirts pulled up, their panties off, were a sight to behold.

"Hey, girls," called Mr. Walker. "Rub each other's clit for us!"

Sandra and Darla looked at each other. Sandra tentatively reached between Darla's legs and lightly touched her sister's cunt. Darla did the same to Sandra, then pushed a finger into her little sister's pussy.

As the men watched in wonder, the two cheerleader sisters, fully dressed in their uniforms minus the panties, fingerfucked each other and massaged each other's clit.

Sandra felt wonderful as Darla fingered her. She moaned in delight as her big sister softly stroked her love-trigger.

Darla was enjoying this, too, with her little sister rubbing her clit with her index and middle finger. Darla bent toward Sandra and softly kissed her on the lips.

Sandra returned Darla's kiss, then both sisters eagerly thrust their tongues into each other's mouths, kissing passionately.

This was a new experience for little Sandra, and wildly exciting. Darla's fingers felt so good in her tight pussy, and she felt incredibly horny as she kissed her older sister.

The men were snapping pictures again of the two young cheerleader sisters. Sandra and Darla were totally oblivious to them, lost in their ecstasy.

Finally, two of the men could no longer take it. They jumped off the bed and each grabbed themselves a cheerleader. One man had already taken his pants off, and took Darla down to the floor. The other pulled little Sandra to him and pressed his lips against hers.

"Yeah, fuck em!" the other men cheered as they stripped down in preparation.

"Just remember!" interrupted Mr. Walker. "Nobody cums in their pussies or assholes!"

Mr. Walker put a pile of towels on the table nearby. It was sure to be a messy evening.

Sandra's man, who was in his forties with graying hair, had taken the Junior Varsity cheerleader down to the floor as well. He flipped her little white skirt up and pushed his mouth into her love hole, working her madly with his tongue.

Sandra looked over to check on her sister. Darla's guy had pulled her white sweater up over her tits, unhooked her bra and was sucking one breast while squeezing the other. Darla's hand had a firm grip on his cock, pumping furiously.

Another man dropped to his knees before little Sandra. She looked away from her sister to see the guy's cock over her face, his hand a blur as it whacked away above her.

"I can't wait," he explained to her. "I wanna jack off in your mouth right now. I can fuck you later tonight!"

"Okay, sir," she answered. "Whatever you want."

Sandra could see flashbulbs shooting off occassionally, as more pictures were being taken. She was so horny by now... The young girl looked back at her sister. The guy was now fucking Darla, and fucking her hard. Darla groaned as the guy relentlessly slammed his cock into her wet snatch.

"I'm gonna cum!" Sandra heard the guy above her say.

She looked up at him.

"Open your sweet little mouth!" he groaned. "I'm gonna give you a drink!"

Sandra opened her mouth wide for him, just in time as he pushed his prickhead down toward her. She saw a spurt of his cum and closed her eyes as it splattered off her teeth. Then another and another. When the cum shower slowed to a stop, she opened her eyes again, just in time to watch him squeeze the last of it into her mouth. Mr. Walker handed her a towel to clean her face, while the guy eating her pussy straddled her and fisted his cock into her cunt. It felt so wonderful in there and fit so nicely, she thought. While Sandra's man sawed her young pussy, Sandra looked back at her sister, just in time to see Darla's guy pull out and shoot his load all over her tits. He rolled off Darla, and another guy stuck his swollen cock into Darla, picking up where the first man had left off. Darla's cum-drenched tits wobbled about as she got fucked hard again. Sandra moaned softly to herself. She pulled her red V-neck sweater high over her tits, and rubbed the tiny nipples between her fingertips as her man screwed her. She wrapped her white kneesocks around him, pulling him into her with each thrust.

Meanwhile, Darla's guy had pulled out and crawled up on her, straddling the varsity cheerleader. He wiped her cum-covered tits with a towel, then placed his throbbing cock between her mounds. Darla held her tits together while he tit-fucked her. The man groaned in pleasure. Mr. Walker put a pillow under each girl's head, as each lied on their back with a guy on top of them. Little Sandra looked at the other five men, sitting and patiently waiting their turn for the young cheerleaders. Suddenly, she heard Darla's guy sream. She looked over. The guy threw his head back as he pushed his hips hard into Darla. Darla, her head propped up by the pillow, opened her mouth wide as the guy erupted, shooting his load from between her tits. Darla caught most of it in her mouth, the rest splattering on the top of her pushed-up sweater.

The sight of her sister eating the guy's load made little Sandra even hornier. Thick strings of gooey cum hung from Darla's chin, dropping to her turtleneck sweater. It was clear to Sandra that they would have to get their uniforms dry-cleaned on the way home!

"I'm gonna cum!" hollered the guy on Sandra.

Sandra unhooked her legs from around him and he pulled out quickly, jacking himself off the last few seconds from between her legs. Sandra watched as geysers of cum shot high into the air, splattering on her little cheerleading skirt, her flat tummy, her tiny tits.

Sandra wiped herself clean, then saw the next guy step up with a tube of jelly.

"You don't need that," she giggled. "I'm really wet right now."

The man just smiled.

"I might need it if I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass," he said.

Sandra smiled, not knowing what to think. She had never been fucked there before, but the guy's cock wasn't very big, so she was willing to try it.

"You're not gonna let him do that, are you?" Darla asked her younger sister.

"Sure," Sandra smiled. "Just be gentle with me. I've never done that before."

The man smiled. "Of course, I will."

He ordered little Sandra on her hands and knees. She pulled her red sweater back down into place, then assumed the position. The man flipped her little white cheerleading skirt over her waist, the eight red inverted pleats fanned out on her back.

The guy put a little bit of jelly on his fingers, then slowly rubbed it around her ass.

"Ooooohhh! It's cold!" gasped Sandra. It felt strangely wonderful to have a man's fingers probing her ass.

The man finished applying the jelly to the young cheerleader, then slowly slipped a finger into her hole. Sandra groaned at first, but quickly came to enjoy the sensation as he worked his finger into her. He fingerfucked her ass for a few minutes, and soon she was ready.

A few feet away, Darla had lowered herself on top of another guy, and was bouncing about, fucking him hard. Her sweater flopped about as she rode him. Darla held up the front of her flimsy skirt with one hand while she watched Sandra.

"I'm gonna fuck your sweet little ass, now," Sandra's guy told her.

"Okay, mister," she consented.

She felt his prick-head nestle against her ass, wiggling around to lubricate it properly. The man grasped her tight asscheeks, and soon Sandra felt the head pop into her.

"Oooffff!" she groaned.

He was in, and ever-so-slowly pushed it a little deeper into her virgin ass.

"Oh, God, it's so tight!" he exclaimed. He fucked it into her slowly for a few minutes, then picked up the pace. Soon he was fucking her good, and little Sandra was enjoying it. The pain was gone now, and she was free to experience this new sensation.

He knew he wouldn't last long. Her ass was so tight, and the sight of the girl in her uniform being so nasty was exhilarating.

Sandra could tell by the sound and pace of his breathing that he was about to cum. After a few more fuck-strokes, he pulled out.

Sandra couldn't see it, but Darla watched as he showered the back of her little white skirt and red sweater with his load. He paused for a minute, caressing her tender, tight asscheeks and enjoying the sight before him. Then he towelled her off.

Darla, meanwhile, was finishing off her guy as well. He gave her warning of his impending orgasm. Darla quickly jumped off and dove mouth-first onto his cock. Sealing her lips around it tightly, her hand was a blur as she beat him off the last few seconds. He screamed as he came, filling her mouth with sticky cum. She choked on his load, and most of it spilled out of her mouth. It dribbled down her hand, pooling at the base of his cock. Darla wiped it up as her young sister teased her.

"What's the matter, sis?" asked Sandra. "Can't you take a load?"

Darla was defiant.

"Of course I can."

"Doesn't look like it," Sandra snapped back with a smile.

"I'll tell you what," challenged Darla. Let's race with two guys. Whoever can suck them off first wins, but you have to swallow it all."

"Okay," Sandra agreed.

Mr. Walker and another guy volunteered for the contest.

"I've got Mr. Walker," said Sandra.

The two men dropped to the carpet, lying there while the cheerleaders positioned themselves between their legs.

"Whenever you're ready," said Darla.

Sandra was first to go down on Mr. Walker. She clamped her lips around him and sucked hard, working her hand up and down the shaft. Darla took her guy into her mouth as well, and the two girls began their race.

The men cheered the girls on, placing bets on who would win. Sandra had Mr. Walker on the edge quickly. She waggled her tongue across the underside of his cock-head while she sucked, knowing how much he enjoyed it the first time.

The two cock-sucking cheerleader sisters were in a dead heat. Both men sounded as if they'd explode any second. Suddenly, Mr. Walker reared his head back and shot his load. Sandra felt it hit the back of her throat and almost choked, but managed to swallow the first stream. Another squirt, then another and another. As fast as Mr. Wilson could pump it out of his balls, little Sandra was swallowing it with no problem.

Darla watched her sister, waiting to see some cum ooze out of her mouth, but none came out. Knowing that she had lost, she pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Do you want me to suck you the rest of the way, or what?" Darla asked him.

"Just sit down and open your mouth," he told Darla. "I'm gonna squirt it in so I can see it."

Darla sat down and crossed her legs, her head up and mouth open. The man stood in fron of her and frigged himself off, aiming the head at her eager mouth.

He came. His prick fired its thick white load into Darla's mouth, spurt after spurt. He loved the sight of his cum squirting into the girl's mouth, and the other men enjoyed it as well. After the flow stopped, Darla swallowed the last of it, then kissed the head of his prick. Soon, all the guys had gotten off. Mr. Walker had called in for a pizza delivery, and the deliveryman soon arrived. Mr. Walker opened the door and paid for the pizzas. The man could see that there was a large group of men, and then his eyes lit up when he saw the two girls in their cheerleading uniforms.

"We're having a cheerleader gang bang," Mr. Walker explained.

"Would you like a turn?" he asked the deliveryman.

"Sure!" the man exclaimed.

He walked into the room, wearing his work uniform and cap. Mr. Walker introduced him to Darla and Sandra, who both smiled at the young man.

"Which girl would you like?" Mr. Walker asked.

He looked them both over. Darla had a more womanly body with a full set of curves, but Sandra looked young, sweet and innocent, with her thin body and cute dimpled smile. He quickly decided that he wanted the sweet, young girl.

"I'll take Sandra," he answered.

Sandra moved to the floor and lied on her back, while the pizza guy pulled off his pants.

"What would you like me to do, mister?" she asked.

"I wanna fuck you," he answered.

"Oh, by the way," Mr. Walker interrupted. "No cumming in her pussy, okay?"

The man nodded.

"You can cum in my mouth if you want," Sandra offered.

The guy's cock was big, at least ten inches long, and thicker than his wide wrist. Sandra gasped when she saw the size of it. He dropped onto the young girl and slowly punched a few inches into Sandra's sweet teenaged cunt. He sawed it into her, gradually pushing more and more of it into her. Finally, he hit Sandra's cervix. Not wanting to hurt the poor girl, he backed off a little as he fucked her on the floor. The men all watched as the pizza guy screwed the pretty cheerleader. Sandra grabbed the man's ass and helped pull him into her, enjoying the massive prick which filled her. His massive cock stretched her pussy lips to the max. She groaned with each of his thrusts, but she was loving every second of it. Then, the man quickly stopped and pulled out. He shimmied up to her neck and held his cock out above her face, whacking away on it. Sandra knew he was ready to cum, and she opened her mouth.

"Put it in my mouth, mister," she told him, giggling.

The pizza guy threw his head back and shot a huge stream of cum into Sandra's mouth. Then another load of cum splattered on her face, followed by another and another. The guy was cumming all over the place.

The men watched in disbelief as what seemed like a quart of semen gushed out all over poor Sandra's face. By the time he was finished, Sandra was laughing. She had cum smeared all over her face, in her mouth, dripping to the carpet.

The pizza guy thanked her, got up and put his pants back on, then left. Meanwhile, Sandra lied there for a few minutes with her facebath, while some of the guys snapped photos of the angelic, young cum-covered cheerleader in her uniform.

Finally, she cleaned herself off, and everybody started in on the pizza. Sandra knew it was going to be quite a night by the time it was over.

Sandra and Darla went back into the bathroom and peeled their cum-stained uniforms off, tossing them to the floor. They washed themselves off, then changed into their next set of cheerleading uniforms for the waiting men. After putting on the little outfits, they checked their hair and makeup before going back out for their next fuck-and-suck session.

"Are you okay?" Darla asked her young sister.

"Yeah, I think this is fun!" replied little Sandra. "We're gonna make a lot of money tonight, too."

Darla smiled.

"You didn't mind getting fucked in the ass?" Darla asked.

"No, it wasn't too bad," Sandra answered.

"Well, then, let's show em some more," Darla said, picking up her pom pons and opening the door.

The two cheerleaders stepped back into the living room in front of the leering older men.

"Let's see some sexy cheer routines!" shouted one of the men.

"Yeah!" the other men joined in.

"Who first?" Darla asked.

"You, sweetheart," Mr. Walker said, smiling and winking at the senior cheerleader.

Darla took her pom pons and stepped to the middle of the room, holding them at her sides. Her uniform was darling. She was wearing a red crew-neck sweater with a wide white band around the body and sleeves. The red letters "SJHS" were large and filled the white band area. Two more thin white bands ran across the sweater, one above and one below the large band. Darla's cheerleading skirt was red, with eight inverted white pleats. It hugged her shapely ass very nicely, the pleats spreading out slightly as she turned slowly for the men's enjoyment. She was wearing red kneesocks, which had three white stripes, just like her sweater - one wide stripe with a thin white stripe on either side. Her white tennies completed her outfit, with the red-and-white pom pons.

Darla started a sexy version of several of her cheers.

"Push em back! Push em back! Way back!" she cheered, facing away from the men and bending over as she jumped.

Her pom pons swished loudly and her little skirt flipped up to display her glove-tight red cheerleading panties, with a sweet slice of ass cheek peeking from each elastic legband.

The men gasped in admiration, and Darla was inspired. Sandra smiled as she sat nearby, watching the men taking pictures and stroking their big dicks.

Darla's sweater bounced wildly with her large tits as she went into a high-kick number, and the men cheered.

"I've gotta fuck you!" screamed one man, whom Sandra had sucked off earlier.

Darla smiled.

"Then come get me, big boy!" she coaxed.

The man sprang from the couch and took Darla down to the floor immediately. He grabbed her little skirt and tugged it up, then reached to her crotch and took one of the legbands of her bright red cheer panties.

He pulled the legband aside, fisted his prick to her pussy, and pushed himself in.

Darla screamed a bit and bit her lip. The man was fucking her in her panties, and he was very rough. But she found it exciting, even though it hurt.

Darla looked up at the man over her and wrapped her kneesocks around him.

"Okay, mister. If you're gonna be this nasty, you better fuck me good," she told him.

The man slammed his cock into her even harder. Her thighs shook and slapped against his as he hammered the cheerleader.

"Fuck her, mister," Sandra encouraged.

The man looked down at Darla, who groaned, half in pain and half in delight.

"I'm fuckin' you good, now, aren't I?" he asked.

"Yeah..." was all Darla could say.

Darla's kneesock-encased legs locked hard around the man, her white tennies criss-crossed. He fucked the cheerleader with an almost-violent frenzy for a full five minutes.

"Okay, you little teenaged whore, I'm gonna fuck your mouth now," he told her.

He pulled his dick out of her cunt, her elastic panty legband snapping back in place. He shimmied up to her neck, then grabbed both sides of her head. On his knees, he straddled the girl.

"Open your mouth, you little cock-sucker," he told her.

While Sandra watched in fascination, her sister opened her mouth and the man pushed his throbbing prick into it. Holding both sides of her head up, her fucked her mouth almost as hard as he sawed her cunt, ramming his cock deep into Darla's throat.

Darla choked occassionally as the man raped her young mouth, his pubic hair mashing against her nose with each powerful thrust. She struggled for breath, but still kept her lips sealed around him.

"Okay, sweetheart, now I'm gonna cum right down your throat."

"Ummhmm," she groaned, giving her approval.

Several more fuck-strokes into the cheerleader's mouth was all he needed. With a scream, he fired his cum down Darla's throat.

Darla felt his hot cum gush down her throat. She would have liked to have tasted his cum, but his prick-tip was beyond her taste buds, shooting the sticky fluid straight to her tummy.

The man's cock bloated and squirted, over and over. He pushed his cock into her mouth hard, squirting more and more cum down her gullet, until it finally stopped.

The men cheered as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, having force-fed his load to the teenager.

Darla managed a smile, but she hoped the other men wouldn't be quite as rough with her.

"Okay, Sandra, what can you do for us?" asked Mr. Walker.

Sandra didn't know how she could top what she had just seen, but she stepped into the front of the room as Darla crawled to the side.

The men all gawked at the young girl in her cute little cheerleading uniform. It was the same outfit she had done Mr. Walker in, a few weeks earlier. A long-sleeved white blouse with a tight red snap-down vest hugged her torso, the small white letters "SJHS" running down diagonally from the right shoulder. Sandra's skirt was red-and-white plaid with knife pleats all the way around. It was very lightweight fabric, and it was extremely short on her. She bent over just slightly, so the hem would pull up just a bit and give the men a peek at her bright red cheer panties. This time, Sandra wore red kneesocks with the uniform, and her red-and-white saddle shoes. She was a cutie, a charmer which no man could resist, and she knew it. Sandra looked over her shoulder at the men staring at her barely-visible red panties, and smiled sweetly with her little dimples. She bent over all the way, very slowly, her legs together, gradually showing more and more of those tight cheerleading panties.

The men leered at the young girl's display. Her little cunt, wrapped tightly in red, bulged between her thighs. Her little ass was so firm, so tiny, it begged to have another cock.

Mr. Walker started playing more music on the CD player, and Sandra started a lewd, sensuous dance. The men cheered her on as she squeezed her little tits through the vest and reached under her flimsy plaid cheerleading skirt, fingering her young pussy through her panties.

Camera flashes filled the room. Sandra turned away from the men again, reached up under her skirt, and slowly thumbed her panties down in a tight roll across her thighs. She bent over again as she pulled the panties down, her sweet little cunt now visible to all the men, as the panties dropped to her feet.

One of the guys stepped up to Sandra from behind. He flipped her little skirt up over her waist, and Sandra spread her legs for balance. She leaned over, resting her palms on a coffee table, while the man pushed his cock-head up against her sweet ass.

"Do it, mister," she said. "Put your cock in my ass."

The man gladly obliged, punching the head into her ass. Sandra groaned as he started fucking her ass from behind.

"Oooh, mister," she moaned. "Do you like fucking little girls in the ass?"

"I sure do," he answered, spreading both of her tight ass cheeks with his fingers as he worked his cock deeper into her.

The man fucked and fucked sweet little Sandra's ass for what seemed like an eternity. Sandra was surprised he was lasting as long as he was, and she was getting a bit tired, hunched over the table like that.

Finally, when she was about to say something, he told her he was ready to orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, Sandra!" he shouted.

He pulled his cock out of her ass and frigged himself off the last two seconds. Thick strings of cum splattered off one ass cheek, running down her thigh and dribbling onto her knee sock.

Sandra was a bit disappointed, thinking it was a waste of delicious cum, but at the same time was a litle glad he hadn't put his cock in her mouth after putting it up her ass. She wasn't sure she was ready for something like that.

She wiped her ass and leg clean with a towel, while a couple of men laughed at the scene.

Mr. Walker walked over to Darla, who had recovered from her last fuck, and helped her off the floor. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, while he squeezed her ass cheek under her little red skirt. The white pleats pushed up high as he massaged her ass, his tongue probing deep into her eager mouth.

"I wanna fuck you, Darla," he told her.

Darla smiled. Mr. Walker dropped to the floor and lied down on his back, and Darla dropped on top of him, pulling her cheerleading skirt out of the way. She nestled his stiff prick against her hot pussy and punched it into her. Sandra had two guys feeling her up and down, but couldn't help but feel a little sad that Mr. Walker was fucking Darla instead of her again. While Darla rode Mr. Walker gently, one of Sandra's guys pulled the young girl down to the floor on top of him, also. He pulled Sandra's skirt up over her waist while Sandra skewered herself on his massive cock. The man grabbed Sandra's sides and pulled her down to him, kissing her passionately while he fucked her sweet pussy. Another man knelt down behind the cheerleader and nestled his cock to her ass. Sandra was surprised, and turned around to see the second man shove his dick between her buns. She groaned and bit her lip, but in seconds she was enjoying this new sensation. One prick up her pussy and another up her ass - it felt so good to her. Sandra looked over to see her older sister still riding Mr. Walker, except that now another guy had his cock in her mouth, as well. Darla looked back at Sandra, and the two girls smiled at each other. Sounds of pure pleasure filled the room as the two young cheerleaders worked the four men like pros. More camera flashes filled the room as the other men enjoyed the scene.

Darla sucked the one guy off first. He shot off in her hungry mouth, and Darla eagerly swallowed it, enjoying the man's surprisingly sweet taste. The guy fucking Sandra's ass was next. He pulled out and quickly scurried over to Darla. Darla turned to look at him, just as he shot his load all over the girl's face. Darla laughed, still fucking Mr. Walker, as the man's cum coated her face in squirt after squirt, dripping from her chin.

The guy under Sandra was the next to go.

"I'm gonna cum!" he hollered.

Sandra popped off him quickly and clamped her lips around his rod, briskly jerking him off with her hand. She felt his cock pulsate in her mouth, just before he geysered his thick load of cum into the little cheerleader's hot, sucking mouth.

Sandra pulled it out of her mouth so he could squirt it on her tongue, anxious to taste every bit of it.

The man looked down to see his cum squirting into her young mouth, groaning in ecstasy at the incredible sight.

Sandra sucked him dry, then rolled off and watched Darla finish off Mr. Walker. The two of them had switched positions now, and Darla was flat on her back, her kneesocks and tennies high in the air, while Mr. Walker fucked down hard into her.

Darla's tits jiggled under the red-and-white sweater as he pumped her. The white pleats of her red skirt were scrunched up on her tummy, and her shoe laces swung in rhythm with his fuck-stroke.

Suddenly, Mr. Walker groaned and pulled his dick out just in time. From between her legs, he shot great glops of cum all over her sweater. Darla laughed as his cum splattered all over her sweater-covered tits.

Sandra tossed Darla a towel, and her sister mopped up the sticky cum as best she could. No sooner had she finished wiping it up, when another guy rolled her over on top of him.

Darla reached down and stuffed the guy's cock into her, while another guy knelt and fucked his schlong into her ass. Sandra laughed, watching what had just been done to her.

While Darla fucked the two men, the last guy stepped up to Sandra.

"What would you like, mister?" Sandra asked.

"I wanna eat your pussy, Sandra," he answered.

Sandra smiled and spread her legs for the man, who buried his head under her little plaid pleated skirt. Sandra sighed in pure delight, feeling the man's tongue on her clit. She closed her eyes and softly squeezed her tiny tits through her red vest as the man sucked her into a frenzy.

The man's tongue knew no mercy. Sandra was soon gasping for breath. She had never been eaten like this before. The young girl screamed as she came, and the man kept up his relentless licking and sucking.

"Oh my God..." Sandra whimpered.

"Mister, you're gonna make me cum again..." she moaned.

She felt her body shudder and tingle as she came a second time, and the man finally pulled his head out from under her skirt, her love juice all over his mouth and dripping from his chin.

He crawled up to her and she kissed him eagerly. Her love juices smeared all over both of their faces, as the little cheerleader probed the man's mouth with her wonderful tongue.

"Fuck me, mister," she begged.

He obeyed, gently sliding his cock into the tight pussy of the young girl. He fucked her slowly and gently, enjoying every moment.

"Oh, mister," Sandra said softly. "You feel so good in me..."

Meanwhile, the other two men were fucking Darla to an orgasm of her own. Darla screamed in delight, drawing little Sandra's attention.

The two men plotted their orgasms.

"Where do we wanna cum?" asked one.

"Let's do it in her mouth at the same time," answered the other.

The two men rolled Darla onto her back and squatted on either side of her face, whacking their pricks in a flurry. The senior cheerleader, in her uniform with her mouth open for their cum, was too much for them.

"Gonna cum, now, are you ready?" asked one man.

"Yeah!" the other groaned.

Darla looked up at the two pricks pointed down at her face. The two men came almost simultaneously, their pricks unloading their juice all over Darla's face. Darla laughed as the men coated her face in sticky white, finally stopping to squeeze the last of it into her mouth.

Sandra looked at the man over her.

"Where do you wanna cum?" she asked, sweetly.

"Wherever you'd like me to, my little darling," he answered.

Sandra smiled with those little dimples.

"I want you to cum in my hand," she told him.

The man pulled out of her, and Sandra took his cock with one hand. While everyone watched, she briskly frigged him with that hand while she put her other hand out to catch his cum.

He didn't last very long. He grimaced, then gasped as he pumped his cum into her palm. Squirt after squirt, it pooled in little Sandra's hand. Finally, after she had milked the last of it from him, she released her grip on his prick.

Sitting there on the floor in her cute little cheerleading uniform, her legs spread wide without her panties, she made sure that all the guys were watching.

The men watched in disbelief as young Sandra smiled with her cute dimples with a hand full of cum. Then she lowered her face to her hand and stuck out her tongue to lap it up.

Sandra scooped some of it up with her tongue. Thick strands of gooey man-cum hung from her tongue as she pulled it into her mouth and swallowed, then licked more off her palm.

The men cheered wildly as Sandra licked the last of it from her hand. Sandra, still smiling, knew she was a little cheerleader slut, and she was loving every minute of it.



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