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Chained Cheerleader Chapter 3
It was generally conceded by everyone in town that Cindy Jenkins was a beautiful
girl. Not outrageously sexy, like Sally, but with a classic figure that would
someday blossom into a knockout of the pin-up variety. Slender, but with proud,
lush tits, a narrow waist, a magnificently curved ass, long tapered legs, and a
face that was so wholesome and pure it belonged in a church. But Cindy's inner
thoughts were not quite suitable for a church. For one thing, her natural,
healthy passion was coming rapidly to the surface as her luscious body began to
develop. Glands had a way of being very earthy instead of spiritual. For
another, Cindy was sharply aware that her own brother had been eyeing her openly
the past few months. And the immense bulge in his tight Levi's was
embarrassingly obvious. Don had a very macho reputation with girls at the age of
twenty-two and, like his father, he was ruggedly handsome. Cindy knew for a fact
that he was fucking at least three eager girls steadily, and the knowledge both
disturbed her deeply and excited her. It even made her jealous. Finally, the
thing that irked Cindy most of all was a sharp, nagging curiosity about sex.
She'd gotten all the standard warnings about pregnancy and venereal disease, and
she'd known at the age of eight that babies weren't delivered by United Parcel,
and she even knew a great deal, technically, about fucking, mainly from books.
But that didn't do a goddamn thing for her hungry pussy. Cindy had begun
masturbating just six months before to relieve that intense, soaring ache in her
virgin slit. A great many boys asked her for dates but she flatly turned most of
them down. Boys bored the hell out of her. If Cindy were asked to pick out an
ideal man she would have unhesitatingly chosen her own rugged father, along with
a great many other girls her age. In her psychology class at school, she found
out that was a normal phase of her development. Because society imposed certain
taboos on having sex with your own father, and also because the young girl had
no way of know her father had his wild erotic fantasies about her, Cindy's
roving eyes fell upon the next best thing. Her brother, Don. Not only did Don
look like their father, a younger, more macho version, but Cindy had secretly
adored him since she could remember. This too was perfectly normal, she'd
discovered in psychology class. Big brothers were protective and smart and cool
father-substitutes. It was strange how psychology class seemed to teach
everything but how to lose your hot cherry to someone who really turned you on.
Like your father or your brother. And no matter how hot and restless Cindy got,
no matter how feverishly her pussy throbbed and ached each night as she
anxiously lay awake in her bed, finger-fucking herself in desperation, boys
still bored the hell out of her. They were stupid, clumsy oafs compared to her
suave father and cool brother. She felt a closeness, a warmth with both of them
she'd never felt with those awkward assholes who dated her and tried to squeeze
her tits and thighs. Don knew. The way her brother looked at her sometimes, his
eyes hot and frustrated, drinking in her ripe tits and sleek legs, Cindy knew
that he wanted her just as passionately as she wanted him. But he wouldn't dare,
not with his own sister. Christ, if Mom or Dad ever found out, their whole
secure world would come crashing down. They were, after all, a very close-knit,
happy family, a morally conscious family. Such was the tender innocence of a
girl her age. On this particular night, Don was at home for a change, instead of
out playing pool or drinking beer or fucking one of his numerous girlfriends in
the back of his plush van. At dinner he casually mentioned he was going to laze
around for the night, probably catch up on sleep. Their father would be managing
the theater, a job he alternated with Don. And their mother would be playing
bridge with that new couple she talked so much about, that stunning nurse and
her good- looking boyfriend. She played an awful lot of bridge lately, thought
Cindy. Almost every night ... Which left Cindy at home with her brother. Cindy
mentioned she had a lot of homework to catch up on, and this drew a sharp glance
from Don. It was now nine p.m. and Cindy knew Don was in his room, possibly
sleeping. Since he rarely came home before three or four in the morning --
sometimes not at all -- Cindy was often tempted to wonder just how strenuous her
brother's sex drive was. She knew one thing for certain -- his prick was
colossal. She hadn't seen it in the flesh yet, but you could see the immense
outline in his tight Levi's. And the thought of it now, as she stripped naked
and wrapped a towel around her succulent curves, filled her with both profound
excitement and healthy fear. Cindy's mind was made up. She was going to lose her
cherry tonight, and it was going to be to her own hung brother. She was damn
sick and tired of masturbating night after night, imagining herself being
blissfully rammed by her father or her brother, fantasies that tormented her
daily now that she was ripe to the point of bursting. She tossed her long dark-
blonde hair behind her and padded into the hallway, her heart hammering against
her ribs. Her own brother! And so handsome, so loving to her over the years,
only a brother's love of course, but as long as she was going to have to lose
her cherry sooner or later she'd at least keep it in the family. Outside his
door, she paused, listening. His light was out, she could tell. Nothing, not a
sound. She knocked softly and waited. Nothing. Then she opened the door and
slipped inside Don's room. He was awake in the semi-darkness, his cigarette
glowing as he lay sprawled on the bed. He was naked, and even in the dim light
she could see his prick was gigantically hard, looming above him like a small
flagpole. "Hi, Sis," he said, grinning. "I had a hunch you were coming. I've
been waiting a long time for this, Cindy. Like two, three years maybe." He
patted the bed beside him. "Bring it over here, honey. I won't bite." The
arrogant bastard! No wonder girls flipped over him, his manner so cool and
casual, his grin so easy and charming. And his cock so big! Panting nervously,
Cindy came over to the bed and sat on the edge, hugging the towel to her lush
tits. His hand came out and slowly stroked the silken flesh of her naked thighs,
creeping up beneath the towel. "Don't be nervous, baby," he murmured. "You're
still a cherry, aren't you?" "Yes," she whispered. "If Mom or Dad find out, it's
going to be hell, Don. But, Jesus H. Christ, I've dreamed about this for
months!" "Me too," he said hoarsely. "Hey, honey, they won't find out." He
untied the towel and gently stripped it off her naked body and pulled his sister
down beside him. Then he reached over and switched on his bedside lamp. Cindy
blinked her eyes, startled. "Why'd you do that!" she demanded. He leaned over
her, his eyes burning with lust, raking over her silky full tits and sensuously
rounded belly, down to her fine tangle of cunt hairs and sleek thighs. He'd
watched his little sister ripen into a fantastically sexy girl over the years,
and he couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked other moaning girls and
pretended it was luscious Cindy screaming with joy as he pounded his massive rod
deep into their soaked cunts. "I turned on the light because I want to see every
detail, Sis. Every hot inch of that gorgeous body. I've had a hard-on for you
since you were thirteen, baby. If you knew how many times that beautiful ass of
yours drove me crazy around the house, how many times I shot off in my pants,
thinking about you, you wouldn't believe it." "Will it hurt, Don?" she
whispered, wide-eyed. "Only for a minute or so. Then ... wham!" He grinned
broadly, pinching one of her hot rosy nipples to make her whimper with
excitement. "Then it'll be sheer heaven, Sis. Hang on now, 'cause I'm gonna wet
you down." Before she could ask what he meant he kissed her on the mouth with
ferocious lust, squeezing her satiny tits in his fingers. Then he inched down to
suck on each of her heaving tits in turn, one hand slipping down to her juicy
cunt. She was dripping with desire, and he knew he didn't have to eat her pussy
to get her juices flowing, but she was a cherry and she was his own loving
sister, so she deserved the best. The truth was, Don wasn't crazy about going
down on girls, but on rare occasions he couldn't resist the urge. Whenever he
got a particularly luscious young piece, fiercely passionate and so aroused
their panties were soaked through before he even began the heavy action, Don
would go down on it like a ravenous wolf. In almost every case, the girl
reminded him of Cindy in some way. Now that he had the real thing naked and
panting and madly worked up, he was going to feast on it first before he cracked
her hot little cherry. But the major reason Don slipped his hand down to her
throbbing pussy while he sucked on her deliciously ripe tits, was for a preview
of coming attractions. He had no intention of finger-fucking his sister,
although she jerked her pulsing cunt up in a feverish plea. He only wanted to
wet his fingers down so he could slip his hand back up and furtively sniff it, a
precaution he'd learned the hard way. More than one hotly sexy young thing who
looked like she dripped sweet nectar had turned out to have a pussy that smelled
like last month's mackerel dinner. And tasted worse. Some of the wild young
chicks breezing happily around town and fucking every good-looking stud in sight
didn't realize what feminine hygiene was, that you had to wash that thing out
once in a while, especially if you gave it to a different guy every night. Not
that he was worried about Cindy, but he was curious about what he was going to
dip his tongue into anyway. And as he sniffed at his soaked fingers, his
nostrils filled with delicious cunt fragrance. He quickly stopped sucking on her
lush tits and began trailing his mouth down over her panting belly, clutching
her hot ass in his hands to lift it up off the mattress slightly. Hunched
between his little sister's trembling thighs, Don stared directly into the
rosiest, most kissable cunt he'd ever seen. Tiny, irresistibly cute, gently
sucking like a coyly beckoning pair of lips, glistening with hot honey, his
sister's cherry cunt was a perfect rosebud of passion. And by God, he was going
to be the first stud to ever lap it and love it and fuck it with his rock-hard
dick. Trembling and panting, her thighs widespread, Cindy softly jerked her ass,
waiting in agonizing suspense. She didn't really know what to expect, and it
seemed strange to her innocent mind that her brother simply didn't plunge his
immense cock into her and get it over with. The loss of her virginity was
supposed to be painful -- at least that's what she'd read and heard from other
schoolgirls. Of course she'd read about oral sex too, but reading about
something and experiencing it directly were two flagrantly different issues. As
she found out in the next moment when a piercing wet thrill shot into her tender
cunt like a bolt of lustful lightning. "Ooooooooh! Oh Don! Oh darling! Oh Jesus!
Whoooeeee! Unnnnngh! Eeeeee! Oh it's ... it's tooo muuuucccch!" Quickly, Cindy
locked her burning thighs to his face, twined her fingers into his hair and
began fucking his mouth with unashamed glory. The only experience the young girl
had with orgasms up to now had been from finger-fucking herself. To say that
having a long greedy tongue whipping into her silken pussy was tremendously
exciting was putting it crudely. The girl was suddenly coming in great violent
gushes of honey, her cunt spasming with breathtaking joy as her brother devoured
her boiling slit with raw hunger. And Cindy was every bit as hot and delicious
as she looked, pure loving cunt grinding to his mouth, sweet little-sister cries
of rapture ringing in his ears, madly burning thighs crushing his head, almost
suffocating him. What a way to go! But Don was so savagely aroused from eating
out his beautiful young sister, he knew he had to get his rocks off soon or come
all over the mattress. Sixty-nine, whether she liked it or not, he decided.
Still keeping his hotly sucking mouth riveted to her gushing pussy, he swiveled
his husky body around in reverse, placing a folded knee on each side of her head
so that his huge cock loomed over her face. So fiercely excited was the girl,
she didn't need any explanation or coaxing. There was a giant drop of milky jism
oozing out of his crimson knob. Still lunging her hips wildly and rubbing her
exploding cunt to his face, Cindy clutched his hot cock eagerly in her fist and
rammed it into her mouth with a muffled cry of wanton desire. Her first taste of
cum, a mere few drops in her mouth, sparked an almost hysterical greed for more
in the young virgin. She began sucking her brother's massive cock ravenously,
battering her throat in her eagerness, still coming in Don's mouth in wild
torrents of cunt-honey. Cindy took to sixty-nine the way an eagle takes to
flying, leaping from the cliff of her inhibitions into a lustful new world of
savage delight. And while her brother took pride in his staying power, able to
hold back his load at will with any girl, resisting the hottest of pussies to
make them come again and again, his prick was rapidly quivering and swelling in
Cindy's fiery mouth. Brother and sister rocked feverishly in sixty-nine now, his
tongue still lapping hungrily in her juicy depths while she moaned and squirmed
and issued muffled screams of excitement as his enormous cock fucked her mouth.
Cindy's sharp awareness that this wasn't just any hard-on ripping into her
mouth, that it wasn't just any stud sucking her thrilled pussy, but her own
handsome brother, the sleek, powerful and beautifully hung boy of her wildest
erotic dreams, made the whole episode twice as obscene and passionate. She felt
what almost all girls felt who surrendered to their own brothers and fathers --
a delicious feeling of guilt, a hot shame over doing something terribly
forbidden, and loving every minute of it. Unable to hold back his knot of
boiling jism any longer, Don began erupting in her mouth. Now Cindy sank her
fingernails into her brother's hard ass and gagged as the thick salty flood
exploded in her lips, spurted in great wads against her throat until she thought
she was drowning in hot cream. She gulped frantically, but still he shot off,
wave after wave of thick jism spurting violently, triggering the wildest climax
she'd had yet. They climaxed in each other's mouths in hot, thrilling torrents
until Don, feeling half-suffocated from her burning thighs locked madly to his
head, tore his lips away and slipped his cock out before Cindy could ravage it
in her crazed excitement. The girl kept jerking her hips in a dazed, mechanical
rhythm, incoherent moans rolling from her lips. She licked the roof of her mouth
to savor the last residue of his salty cum. "Mad hot stuff," groaned Don,
heaving for breath. He wiped at the sticky cunt-juice smearing his cheeks.
"Delicious, Sis -- your pussy is pure honey. Your mouth is something else too!"
Cindy moaned and reached for his semi-limp rod, grasping it greedily in her
fingers. Don was ordinarily capable of coming three times in rapid succession,
and six times in a single night with a hot, eager girl. With a sexy knockout
like his own little sister, he knew he'd be good for more than that. And when he
was horny, his prick never really went down, it just drooped at half-mast for a
few minutes. This time it was gorged with blood in less than sixty seconds as
Cindy stroked it in her hot fist. She was thoroughly primed now, anxious to lose
her cherry to her brother. But she wanted to postpone it for a few minutes,
because an eerie curiosity was nagging at her mind and flesh, a strange
excitement about her brother's strenuous sex life. When Don started to climb on
top of her, she shook her head quickly, still pumping his throbbing cock in her
fist, but slowly, lasciviously, never wanting to let go of the thick hot meat.
"Not yet," Cindy panted, licking her lips. "Let's talk for a few minutes, honey.
How many other girls have you got? That you're screwing on a regular basis, I
mean." He stared at her, surprised. Most chicks were jealous about things like
that, getting mad if you talked about your other conquests. But his little
sister's eyes shone with burning curiosity, and her ripe flesh trembled eagerly.
There was a certain type of girl who got feverishly turned on by hearing about
his other action, and they were always the type who fell madly in love with him
after he'd fucked them, so much so he had an embarrassing time getting rid of
them later. Don was not sharp on the subject of psychology, but he knew his
little sister already had a crush on him. And she definitely fell into that
category of chick whose cunt would throb wildly when he told her about his other
girls, but if that's what she wanted to hear to work herself up, shit, he'd be
glad to oblige. "Right now I'm only screwing three on a steady basis," he told
Cindy, lighting a cigarette. "Two are pretty good, one is fantastically hot and
wild." Her tits heaved with soaring excitement. "Is she pretty? Do I know her,
Don? Do you fuck her in the mouth too?" He grinned, squeezing one of her lush
breasts to make her shiver and moan. "Yeah, she's very pretty. And she gives a
terrific blowjob, but I don't go down on her. I reserve that privilege for sexy
little sisters like you." "Will you teach me how to give a good blowjob?" Cindy
asked eagerly, stroking his stiff cock faster now. "How about other girls you've
fucked, Don? What's the oldest one you've ever had? And the youngest? What's
your favorite screwing position?" "Hey, ease up," he laughed. "What the fuck is
this, twenty questions?" Cindy crawled down to hug his pounding prick between
her luscious tits, her eyes gleaming up at him. "Tell me," she whispered,
rubbing her hot tits lewdly to his cock. "Every wild detail, Don! Come on,
honey, I'm getting super-hot!" He rubbed the soles of his feet into her ripe
silken ass as he talked, making gentle fucking movements against her burning
tits. "Okay, Sis. Yeah, I'll give you some tips on giving a wild blowjob." He
frowned, thinking, remembering the hottest one he'd ever had. It was by Sally,
the little nympho who was, an artist at it, all fiery mouth and whipping tongue.
"First, you've got to take your time, tease it for a couple minutes with your
lips and tongue. Use your teeth, but carefully, dammit. Then you vary the
pressure of your mouth as you suck it off, tight then soft. Flick your tongue-
tip against the head, too. Then you dip your mouth down and kiss and tongue and
suck on my balls, see? Variety, that's the secret, Sis." Her ripe hot tits were
sweating profusely now, and Cindy was hugging his prick tightly between them.
She may have been too innocent to know what tit-fucking was, but she was doing
it like an expert, rubbing lustfully, squeezing their silken heat tightly
against his pounding rod, moving her swollen mounds back and forth obscenely on
his meat while she listened intently. "Who gave it to you?" she asked curiously.
"Sally Owens," he grinned. "You know her, sexy little blonde, mother screws
everything in pants while Sally eats everything that moves." "I know her," Cindy
nodded, her pussy throbbing furiously now to soak the mattress beneath her. She
was tremendously aroused as she listened to her brother's sex-talk, but she was
wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as she dreamily tit-
fucked his huge cock. "I like Sally, too," she added. "Maybe she's a tramp but
at least she's honest about it, not like the other stuck-up bitches at school.
What about the oldest woman you've ever screwed, Don? Who was she?" He was
sweating now, his rod brick-hard with impatience. Christ, what beautiful tits
Cindy had! Naked, she was so sexy and silky and ripely curved he was tempted to
shoot off between her gorgeous mounds. Save it for her cherry, he told himself.
And her luscious ass, the most sensuous, provocative ass he'd ever seen, and
he'd seen more than his fair share of naked butts. "She was forty-one," Don
said, recalling the statuesque town librarian. "Miss Perkins, the librarian."
Cindy gasped. "That old bag!" "Old bag, my ass," Don grinned. "When she lets her
hair down, takes off those goddamn binoculars she calls glasses and strips
naked, she's all woman, believe me, Sis. And her pussy is as hot and tight as
any young chick's. And what she knows about sex would blow your mind. She got it
all from books, I think," he added thoughtfully. "She reads a lot. She asked me
to help her with her files one night after the library closed. Two solid hours
of sucking and fucking ... mmmm!" Cindy was extremely hot now, and eager tiny
tremors rippled through her tight cunt in anticipation. Still she worked her
feverish tits lewdly on his quivering rod, teasing herself just a little bit
longer, secretly thrilled and turned on by her handsome brother's sex-prowess.
"And the youngest?" she whispered. "Tina Hawkins, last year. I busted her cherry
for her and she went crazy with excitement. Cute little ass, too." "Did you fuck
her there?" Cindy asked, fascinated. "What do you think, Sis?" he laughed. "Will
you fuck me there, Don? Every wild inch of your cock up there, please?" she
pleaded wantonly. She knew the answer when she saw his gleaming eyes, and rushed
on to her final question. "What's your favorite position?." whispered Cindy.
"Now that I'll show you, Sis, but if you keep rubbing your fabulous tits on my
cock I'm gonna get my rocks off all over them in about ten seconds!" Quickly,
the horny virgin released his massive cock from her tingling breasts. Not that
she didn't want her brother's boiling cream spurting all over her tits -- the
idea generated a wild excitement in her blood. But it was her fiercely throbbing
pussy that craved it first. Don showed her the position, dog-style, and his
little sister moved down toward the edge of the bed, hunched over on her elbows
and knees with her silky ass jutting out, already weaving eagerly. Don got off
the bed with his long rod bristling. He stood behind the edge of the bed, his
prick aimed at her tiny pink pussy, which glistened and pulsated beneath her
naked cheeks, a luscious rosebud framed by delicately curly cunt-hairs. He
gripped her trembling ass in one hand and held it firm. Then he placed the giant
knob of his dick against her hotly throbbing cuntlips, and slowly, carefully, he
eased his knob inside ...
To be continue...
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