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Chained Cheerleader Chapter 1
The biggest problem Phil Jenkins faced in running the Del Mar Theater in the
small coastal town of Pacific Gardens, population 16,523, was not the
attendance. In spite of the local drive-in, the only movie house in town did a
packed business every night. Phil's problem was not outraged parents, either.
The Del Mar showed only wholesome family entertainment, and tonight featured a
Clint Eastwood Western and a Walt Disney frolic, which always packed them in.
The real problem Phil Jenkins faced at the age of forty-two was hot, innocent
and eager young pussy. Like the gum-chewing angel now facing him across his desk
in his private office in the Del Mar. "I know there aren't any openings for
usherettes right now, Mr. Jenkins," Sally sighed, her tits surprisingly ripe for
her age. "What I mean is, I wanna be put on the waiting list. Ginny is gonna be
married next month, right? And you're gonna need someone to take her place,
right?" Phil swallowed hard and nodded, his huge cock straining fiercely at his
pants. It would take a saint to resist getting the biggest hard-on of his life
while gazing at Sally's small wet mouth, which she licked repeatedly. Although
the little blonde had the face of an angel and the body of a sex-goddess in the
making -- give her two more years and boys would shoot off in their pants just
gaping at her -- Sally's reputation, even for a hick town like Pacific Gardens,
was notorious. It was common knowledge that Sally went down on the entire school
football team when they won the county championship last month. Phil's son, Don,
had told him that, the kid grinning broadly as he admitted Sally gave a terrific
blowjob. And she fucked like a mink in heat. If it was hell to be called the
town nympho at her tender age, Sally was totally unaware of it. She was, in
fact, proud of her wild reputation. Her mother was a divorcee, who also fucked
like a mad dog in heat, rumor had it. Her mother didn't give a damn what Sally
did with her cute ass as long as she got passing grades in school. The trouble
with living in a small town was that everyone knew everyone else's business, if
not today, then tomorrow for certain. Phil Jenkins was acutely aware of this as
he faced the hot-titted little blonde in his office this night, at a little
after nine p.m. If Phil succumbed to temptation and rammed his massive prick up
Sally's juicy little cunt, it would be flashed around town before the sun's rays
met the shimmering Pacific on the edge of town tomorrow morning. At forty-two,
Phil was in superb physical shape, lean, still powerfully muscled, ruggedly good-
looking, and hung like an angry bull. He had long ago made it a firm rule never
to touch the local jail-bait, largely out of fear of parental retaliation. What
the hell, he had plenty of ass on the side, mainly neighbors' wives. He also got
a working girl or two occasionally, usually in their early twenties. While
Pacific Gardens was not Peyton Place, it had its full share of swapping and
adultery. But Phil prided himself on being a strong family man. Sure, he got his
quota of hot pussy on the side, but he was still justifiably proud of his
beautiful wife, his handsome son, and above all, his gorgeous teenage daughter,
whom he was convinced was still cherry. A good girl, Cindy, the apple of his
eye. There was just one problem. Lately Phil had been tormented by feverishly
obscene fantasies about his lovely daughter, not just fucking her -- if it were
only that, he could sleep more peacefully at night -- but doing every
conceivable lewd act with her ripe, tawny young body, from eating her golden
thighs like a starving beast to raping her luscious ass to fucking her sensuous
mouth. For a start. And now as Phil faced gum-chewing, shining-eyed young Sally
Owens, just a year younger than his own hotly sexy daughter, Phil realized there
was a strong similarity between the two girls. Only physically, of course,
because his daughter was a virgin, not a town tramp. What harm would there be in
breaking his firm rule just this one time? He could plow his urgently pounding
prick savagely into Sally's young cunt, and pretend it was Cindy. He might even
eat her luscious little pussy, too, although the thought that half the boys in
town had shot their wads there made the idea unappetizing. And as Sally faced
Phil, she sensed his rising lust like a fox sniffing a nearby meal. Not exactly
over-endowed with brains, Sally nevertheless could tell at once when a boy or a
man found her sexy, and could always tell when they had a tremendous hard-on,
even though she couldn't see Phil's behind his desk. Little giveaway signs, like
a flushed face, and constantly shifting his ass in his seat to ease the
discomfort of his madly throbbing cock, and the way that vein pounded in his
forehead, like he was going to burst a blood vessel if he didn't get his rocks
off soon. Because Sally had a simple mind, trapped for life in a lushly curved
body, she had only one burning goal right now: To get a job at the Del Mar. The
fringe benefits were terrific in a hick town like this. You could let your
friends in free, and Sally had more boyfriends than she could count on her
pocket calculator. You could see all the movies free, eat all the popcorn and
candy you could steal, and in addition to your salary, you got whatever cash you
could steal when you worked the candy counter or the box office. It was also
glaringly obvious to Sally that the fastest, simplest way to persuade Mr.
Jenkins to hire her was to trade her hot, eager young mouth and juicy cunt for a
job. After all, she'd fucked almost every boy in school for nothing, or for the
price of a movie and a pizza and a few beers and some grass, so it seemed like
more than a fair trade to the hot young swinger. But Sally's problem was also
obvious. Mr. Jenkins wanted her all right, so badly in fact his eyes were
bulging and he was practically jerking off behind his desk. But he was afraid,
because he was a married man and he thought his wife or his kids would find out.
Sally hastened to reassure him in her own direct way. She got out of her chair
and went around the desk, and simply sat on Jenkins' lap. She blinked her wide
green eyes up at him innocently, but the way Sally squirmed her hot plump
asscheeks into his pounding hard-on was not typical of naive adolescents. Then
she put her arms around his neck. "I like you, Mr. Jenkins," she said girlishly,
grinding her ass lewdly into his immense hard prick. "Like a daughter, I mean. I
don't have a father," she added softly. "I mean, a girl like me needs a lot of
affection, Mr. Jenkins. You've got a daughter about my age, huh? I know Cindy
and I like her a lot," Sally hurried on, wondering if he was going to explode
his burning jism in his pants. He was sweating profusely now, holding himself
back with an effort. At that point Jenkins was trying desperately to argue
himself out of fucking Sally Owens. He was a solid businessman in this town, well-
known, respected, the owner of the local movie house, the provider for a fine,
handsome family. It was one thing to get your action from other neighbors'
willing wives and, once in a while, a horny secretary or bank teller. But it was
a pussy of a different color to screw around with a mere child. Even if she was
a nympho. And one of the hottest, sexiest little girls he'd ever seen. With an
ass so silky and ripe through her jeans, he knew he had to ram her there, after
he had fucked her sultry little mouth and luscious pussy. With child-like
directness, Sally decided to get to the point at once. "Gee, I'd love to go down
on you," Sally whispered in his ear. "It feels like a monster! I'd just love to
suck off a real man for a change, Mr. Jenkins ... mmmmm! That feels so big and
hot ... oooooh..." Hearing the obscene words purr out of that child-like mouth
burst the last of Jenkins' precarious control. He grabbed her heaving tits
through her thin T-shirt and squeezed, his breath coming in rasps as Sally made
lewd fucking motions with her succulent ass. "It'll be out secret, honest, Mr.
Jenkins," Sally whispered, reaching down between her legs for his huge prick.
"I'll never tell a soul, you don't have to worry! And you can have it any time
you want, Mr. Jenkins, even if I'm working out there." She gestured to the lobby
outside his office, where the booming voices from the movie could be heard. "All
you gotta do is call me in your office, and I'll do anything you want, anything
..." With the deft movements of a swinger far beyond her years, Sally had
unzipped his fly while she talked and she now uncoiled his long, quivering rod.
The blonde sucked in her breath. God, that was a giant! Sally quickly climbed
off his lap and in one swift movement whipped off her T-shirt. Her plump tits
sprang forth, their dusky nipples fat with excitement. Then she stripped her
jeans off, and for a minute just stood before Jenkins stark naked, her tawny
flesh luminous with pure sex, her curly nest of cunt- hairs glistening with her
juices. With lewd cunning, Sally cupped her tits in her fingers and rotated
them, licking her lips at the stunned theater owner. In a grown woman, the lusty
gestures might have been ridiculous, a satire on a porno movie. On a plump-
titted, ripe- assed, golden-skinned young teenager, the teasing ritual was so
tremendously exciting Jenkins felt his cock leap, and a huge drop of cream oozed
out of his crimson knob. "Want me to take your pants off?" Sally whispered, her
eyes gleaming on his massive cock. At last Jenkins spoke. "I'll do it, Sally,"
he said in a hoarse croak. He stood up, talking while he stripped naked.
"Listen, honey, you can start work here tomorrow night, but, goddammit, one word
of this and I'll be ruined! Understand? I've got enemies in this town, business
rivals, and if they ever found out I screwed a young girl, it'll be my ass, my
dick and my balls -- got it?" Sally nodded quickly, flushed with triumph. She
was already letting in hordes of her boyfriends free, gorging herself with free
candy and popcorn and pilfering from the cash register. What really bothered
Jenkins as he stripped was not so much the fear of exposure with Sally. It was
his violent, maddening hunger for his own luscious daughter, and once he got
into a tight, juicy young cunt like Sally's, he'd be hooked on tender young
pussy like a drug. And wouldn't be satisfied until he gave into every bizarre
urge with his own sexy daughter. But as Jenkins drank in Sally's ripe tits and
softly rounded belly and plump, hot thighs, the entire police force of Pacific
Gardens couldn't have torn him loose if they marched into his office right now
with riot guns. Now Sally practically pushed him back into his desk chair, and
in the next movement dropped to her knees between his hairy thighs. She seized
his throbbing meat in her tight fist and guided her lips onto it, moaning deep
in her throat. And then began the blowjob of Jenkins' life, a work of savage art
that made every other blowjob he'd had seem like stale pussy in comparison. Even
his own wife, no slouch when it came to sucking him off, couldn't match the fire
and eagerness and sheer ravenous greed of the teenager's boiling mouth. Sally
didn't just suck a man off. She used her imagination to its wanton hilt, ripping
her teeth gently across the surface of his long prick to make him gasp in
surprise, flicking her wet tongue across his knob like a lusty whip, jerking his
cock in her fist all the while to coax his jism, nibbling, sucking, kissing,
lapping, stinging Jenkins' meat with every fiber of her sexy young flesh. "Oh
Christ, oh shit, oh wow, Sally!" groaned Jenkins, dazed at the burning assault.
She used her fiery lips and tongue like a silken mad cunt on his rod, bobbing
and waving her head to roll his cock around her mouth. Jenkins held her head in
a tight grip, but it wasn't necessary to lunge with his hips. She was doing
virtually all the work, and it was a pure labor of love for the hot little
nympho. Sally was a born cocksucker who discovered her natural gift four years
earlier, when she greedily went down on one of her mother's boyfriends while her
mother was out getting more liquor. From the moment the man shot off in her
mouth, making her gag with his salty flood, Sally was hooked for eternity on
oral sex. She lost her cherry a year later to the next-door neighbor, who also
happened to be fucking Sally's mother, along with half the men in the block. And
from that moment on, it seemed that the budding blonde's entire life revolved
around having something huge and hot in either her mouth, her pulsing pussy or
her tingling asshole. She'd lost that cherry the same year, to still another
neighbor. And when Sally went down on a man, she did it with the concentration
of total genius. Her mind simply ceased to function, because her entire being
was riveted to the thick, gorging meat filling her aching mouth. Staring down at
the young blonde in astonishment, Jenkins felt his jism beginning to boil up in
a tight knot in his loins. What an incredible little cocksucker! He had the
shocking sensation he'd plugged his dick into an electric socket as Sally moaned
and sucked and jerked on his brick-hard rod, intent only on getting Jenkins'
rocks off. The youngest pussy Jenkins had ever had in his life was his own wife,
at sixteen. And while she was wild and eager and juicy, she didn't have the mad
animal passion of Sally Owens, or the wanton skill, or the feverish, obscene joy
of the moaning blonde. And even as Sally slid her ripe lips back and forth
furiously on his cock, Jenkins wondered if the lust-crazed nympho had ever made
it with another girl, and the depraved image of the naked little blonde going
down on his own daughter, Cindy, flashed in his mind, and Jenkins groaned and
held onto Sally's head tightly as his cum began to spurt in fierce torrents into
her throat. A muffled scream of happiness erupted in Sally's mouth as the
boiling jism gushed out at violent intervals. She gulped rapidly and expertly,
milking his cock furiously in her hot fist, feeling that strange tremor, like a
climax, race through her lips and tongue and throat. When there were only a few
drops left to suck up, she quickly withdrew her lips and held his prick upright
in her fist and darted her pink tongue out to scoop up each molten drop in a
slow, lascivious ritual that brought a sharp gasp from Jenkins' lips. "Oh, shit,
Sally, you're a hot, loving angel!" Jenkins groaned, lifting her up by her
armpits and placing her on his lap, facing him. She put her arms around his
neck, exactly the way his daughter used to when she was younger, to cuddle
innocently, but Sally rubbed her burning tits feverishly into his chest and
undulated her dripping cunt on his limp rod. "That was wild," Sally sighed,
hugging his soft cock in her fingers, pressing it to her throbbing crotch. "Can
I smoke a cigarette now, Mr. Jenkins?" "Call me Phil," he grinned, reaching
beyond her to get a cigarette from his pack. He lit it and handed it to her,
watching her inhale childishly. He felt his dick begin to stiffen sharply
beneath her squirming, luscious pussy and hot stroking fingers. Squeezing her
silky moist tits in his fingers, Jenkins realized he was now suddenly and
thoroughly hooked on the little nympho. With that realization also came the
sharp knowledge that he could have her any time and anywhere. She was so young
and naive she thought being an usherette at the Del Mar was glamorous, for
Christ's sake, because she got to wear a flashy red uniform and let her friends
in free. He knew she'd pilfer as much candy and popcorn and petty cash as she
could get away with and the thought amused him. She'd steal maybe two-bucks'
worth of popcorn and candy a night, let five or six friends in free, and pilfer
perhaps four or five dollars a night. And she'd just given him a blowjob worth a
million dollars in wild satisfaction, the hottest, most lascivious, hungriest
blowjob of his entire life! He didn't tell Sally he'd have to fire someone else
to make room for her, but that was no problem. The brunette who was getting
married next month could go. Shit, he'd fire them all if he had to, to make room
for this juicy little mink! "Mmmmmmm," Sally purred, feeling his prick get hot
and stiff against her eager cuntlips, "you're gonna spoil me, Mr. Jenkins! Boys
don't have cocks like this. A lot of men in this town don't either!" "Call me
Phil," he reminded her, wondering which men she'd fucked. Just in case it might
pay to have knowledge like that. Although Jenkins was well-liked by most of the
businessmen in town, he had about a half-dozen enemies, mostly men whose wives
he'd fucked. Fuck them, he thought dryly, that was their problem. If a man
couldn't keep his wife satisfied in bed, she had a right to seek action
elsewhere. Take his own sexy wife, for example. Jenkins trusted his voluptuous
wife to the hilt. And why not? He kept her serviced regularly, and over the
years her demands had lessened. She was, after all, the perfect wife and mother,
content, glowing with happiness, proud of her handsome family. If Jenkins knew
the truth at that moment as the luscious, naked teenage nympho moaned hotly on
his lap and began guiding his thick, fleshy cock deep inside her sucking pussy,
his erection would have toppled over like a drunken soldier. His wife was indeed
content, sexy, and glowing with happiness. But it had very little to do with her
husband. It had everything to do with a ravishing young nurse she'd met one
month before. As well as the nurse's boyfriend ... To be continue...
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