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Cheerleader Blues Part I
Stacy was in lust. She watched him go up for the mark, his muscles rippling under
his tight football jersey. He gathered the ball in, despite all those hands trying
to knock the ball free. Angus was the best football player that Piedmont High
had ever seen. His grace and skill put him way out in front of anyone else. It
was only a matter of time before he was called up to the AFL. Almost every girl
in school wanted him for themselves. They could see a way to fame and fortune
if only they could be his girlfriend.
Stacy was different. She only wanted him for his body. His hard, masculine body.
She practically drooled every time she saw him. Once she had hidden in a locker
in the change rooms just so she could see him standing naked in the showers after
a game.
But Angus only ever dated cheerleaders. Stacy had heard rumours of how he would
only date a girl until she puts out, then dump her, which was fine with Stacy.
In fact she would be annoyed if he wanted to stay the night after they did it.
But before she could use him she had to attract his attention. And there was only
two ways that she could think of.
She turned to her twin sister Tracy who was sitting with their friend Clifford.
She noticed that Tracy was sitting on his lap and smiling. It was so obvious that
she liked him, maybe even loved him a little. But there was no way Tracy would
admit that she was in love with the class nerd.
'Class nerd?' thought Stacy. 'He sure doesn't look like one any more.'
And it was true. Clifford's skin had cleared up, the nerdish glasses were replaced
by contact lenses and now, thanks to the twins he had some sort of dress sense.
He actually looked pretty good to Stacy. She could understand why her sister might
be attracted to him. Of course his huge dick helped.
After the party last week when they had managed to get Janet to fuck Willy (Free
Willy to anyone but his friends), they had driven home and taken turns screwing
Clifford in the back seat while the other drove. There had also been a time when
Clifford drove while the girls were in the back. It was really just to give Clifford
time to catch his breath but they had been drinking the leftover bottle of Bourbon.
One thing had led to another and before they knew it there was some serious action
happening in the back of Cliff's car while he watched in the rear-view mirror.
It wasn't something they had planned or even really thought of doing. Oh they
had shared guys before and it had involved a bit of touching and feeling of each
other but never anything like this. Stacy had known what to do, she had gone down
on girls before and Tracy picked it up fairly quickly so they had both gotten
a lot out of it. Plus the thrill of doing something that was frowned on added
to the excitement. To the twins it was just a bit of experimentation. It might
happen again, it might not. Stacy secretly hoped that it would.
But the most important thing about last Friday night was the fact that they had
used a concoction called Spanish Fly to get Janet to screw Willy. It was an aphrodisiac
that Tracy had found in an old chemistry book and had gotten Clifford to make
up in the school lab (twins 2 and 3). It was just what she needed to get Angus
into her pants. She was about to ask Clifford if he had any left when she noticed
that Tracy was rocking very slowly on his lap. It was a very slight movement but
hard to miss when you were sitting this close. One look of Clifford's face told
her exactly what was going on.
"Oh my god. Are you two doing it?"
"Could you say that a little louder, Stacy? I don't think the opposing team
heard you." Tracy was only mildly annoyed with her sister. She was having
far too much fun to be upset. They were indeed 'doing it', in fact they had been
at it for nearly half an hour. She was surprised that no one had noticed earlier.
"I can't believe you two are fucking in the middle of a football game. Why
don't you go do it in the middle of the field so everyone can see?"
"Mm that's a good idea isn't it, Clifford? Would be fun to have hundreds
of people watching me suck that big cock of yours."
Clifford just nodded dumbly. He was very close to climaxing so any chance of coherent
thought was beyond him. He placed his hands on Tracy's hips and started to move
her a little faster. She responded by clamping down on his cock.
"Oh not yet, Clifford, just a little bit longer, baby. Please."
Stacy looked away in disgust and waited till they finished. A couple of minutes
later and some low moans followed by the distinctive smell of cigarette smoke
told her it was safe to turn back.
"I can't believe you guy's did that. Have you no shame?"
"Nope. None whatsoever. Do we, Clifford?" Tracy leaned back and kissed
him on the lips. She no longer cared who knew she was with Clifford. As long as
he could do that to her she would be happy to be with him.
"Yuck. Gross." Stacy made mock retching sounds until she realised that
no one was paying attention. She decided to just get on with asking Clifford an
important question.
"Cliffy do we have any of that stuff left over from the party?"
"No Stacy, I poured it all out. It's too dangerous. Don't forget what happened
to Kerry and Ian."
Stacy and Clifford had tried the brew on Kerry and Ian with dramatic results.
After an amazing performance the two had not been seen back at school for nearly
a week. Then last Thursday in the middle of history class the two of them had
started fucking, right there on the floor. The principle was called and he had
to hose them down before they stopped. Clifford had called it a flash back, a
bit like when takers of acid sometimes started tripping long after they had stopped
using it.
"But my love for Angus is far more important than a few harmless side effects."
"Harmless? Kerry and Ian are in a mental hospital. Willy had to call the
police because Janet was stalking him. God knows how many people are suffering
side effects after you spiked the punch with that stuff."
"But I want to have sex with Angus." Stacy put on her best pouty face.
She could tell Clifford was touched but Tracy just rolled her eyes. Looking at
Clifford Tracy could see he about to give in.
"Don't even think about it, Clifford. She knows what kind of girl Angus likes.
And she knows what she has to do if she wants to screw him." She glared at
Stacy.
"No not that. Anything but that."
"Yes that."
"But I don't want to do it."
"You will have to forget about him then."
"Nooooooo. I want to screw him."
"Then you know what to do Stacy. You will have to become
3;" She
paused for dramatic effect.
"A cheerleader."
***
Stacy was not happy. She was standing in the school gym with fifteen other hopefuls,
waiting for the start of cheerleader trials. She was wearing the clothing recommended
in the application form (extremely short skirt, lycra top, underwear optional)
and glaring at the other girls. Stacy figured that if a few of them withered under
her death stares then that would mean less competition. The main door opened and
in walked Sarah, the head cheerleader. She strode to the centre of the room and
motioned for the girls to gather around her. She looked at the recruits and sighed.
Just once she wished that someone else could do this job. How was she supposed
to find someone who was cheerleader material from this lot?
"Okay girls, gather around. We are going to run through some routines to
see just how coordinated you are. Now line up along here and follow my lead."
She walked over to a tape recorder and switched on some Sonic Animation. Then
she turned to the girls and started a few basic moves. Within fifteen seconds
half the girls were lying on the floor. Stacy however was following the routine
with ease. She liked to keep herself in shape so she could get every little bit
of enjoyment she could from sex and now it was coming in useful for other things.
After five minutes only three girls remained and one of those three was flagging
badly. Sarah went down into a splits move and all three girls followed, but only
Stacy and Magenta got back to their feet.
Sarah gave a sigh of relief and stopped the routine.
"Okay, that's it. You all did a great job," Sarah tried hard not to
gag on that one, "but we can only take two. And those two are Magenta and
Cyan."
Stacy was shocked.
Stacy was outraged.
Stacy was going to have Sarah's head on a spike.
"What? You can't be serious."
"I'm sorry Stacy," said Sarah who was not really sorry at all.
"But you can't give it to that fat cow. Look at her. She's going blue in
the face."
Cyan, who was indeed looking a little flustered, looked up at Stacy and managed
a grin.
"How you can you pick her over me? I finished the routine. She couldn't finish
a thought without breaking into a sweat."
"Because she goes down on the fullback."
Stacy stood open mouthed as the others slowly filtered out of the room. As Sarah
gathered up her things Stacy grabbed her by the arm.
"Look you don't understand. I need to be a cheerleader." Never in Stacy's
short life did she ever think she would utter such a sentence.
"It's no longer up to me. You will have to talk to Ms. Spencer." Sarah
shook her arm free from Stacy's grasp and walked out of the gym.
Stacy decided to talk to Ms. Spencer. She was determined to be a cheerleader no
matter what. Nothing was going to keep her from sleeping with Angus. She held
her head high and walked to the front door. When Stacy made up her mind nothing
would slow her down.
Except for the front door which was now locked.
"Shit! What else could go wrong?"
She was answered by darkness as the gym lights were switched off.
"Double Shit!"
***
Maggie Spencer was walking down the hallway when she heard banging coming from
the gym. She took her keys out of her pocket and walked over to the door. Quickly
unlocking it she swung it open to find a beautiful young blonde girl looking up
at her.
"Oh thank you, Ms. Spencer. I have been trapped in there for ages."
Maggie looked at the girl who was wearing the briefest of cheerleader attire.
She marvelled at the pert young breasts that were obviously not restricted by
a bra and noticed that the coldness of the gym had caused the nipples to stand
out. Maggie wondered if the young girl was wearing any panties.
"Um, Ms. Spencer? I was wondering if I could talk to you about getting onto
the squad."
Maggie fantasised about slowly undressing the young blonde, letting her hands
run over the taught, young body.
"Ms Spencer?"
"You're very beautiful young lady."
Stacy knew what the teacher was thinking. She had seen that look before. Ms. Spencer
was a big woman, not fat but with broad shoulders and large breasts. She really
wanted to get on the cheerleading squad so she made a quick decision. She stepped
back and placed her hand on one of her breasts, slowly tracing a finger around
the erect nipple while she cocked her head in a little girl way.
"I really want to be a cheerleader, Ms. Spencer."
"You do?" Maggie had a difficulty in swallowing. Was this student actually
trying to seduce her?
"Yes, I do." Stacy gripped her top and slowly pulled it over her head,
letting her breasts swing free.
"How much do you want to be a cheerleader?"
Stacy slid one hand beneath her skirt and slowly caressed her puss.
"Very, very much, Ms."
She turned her back on the teacher and slowly pulled up her skirt, revealing the
black G-string panties beneath. Glancing back at Ms. Spencer she slowly bent over,
sliding her hands down her shapely legs.
"I want it so much, Ms. Spencer. I would do anything to be a cheerleader.
Anything."
Stacy slid a hand between her legs and ran a finger over the thin fabric covering
her pussy. From her vantage point Maggie could see everything that finger touched.
Maggie could take no more. She lunged forward and fell on her knees behind the
teenager. She ran her tongue over the wet panties and was rewarded by a visible
shiver running through Stacy's body.
"Oh, Ms. Spencer, you have done this before. Oh god my pussy is so wet for
you. I want you in the worst possible way."
Maggie knew that what she was doing was wrong. If she was caught having sex with
a student she would be fired for sure. But she had a weakness for teenage girls.
All those years of taking the girls for physical education had been torture for
her. All those lithe young bodies running and stretching in front of her. It was
more than she could take. And she knew that several of the girls she had taught
liked to sleep with other girls. It was so obvious, the way they 'accidentally'
bumped into one another during their routines, the way their hands had lingered
on each other's body.
Maggie had even caught two of the girls in the locker room after class. She had
walked in just in time to see them undressing each other then slowly caressing
their partner's body. Maggie had considered stopping them but instead had pulled
back into the shadows and watched. As the girls went down on each other the teacher
had watched and masturbated. She came as quietly as she could and then left, the
sounds of their lovemaking echoing in her ears.
And now here she was licking the pussy of a girl who could not be any older than
sixteen. She knew it was wrong but she was helpless to resist. She gently peeled
the panties down and ran her long tongue over the eager young snatch. Pressing
her face against the young puss as hard as she could thrust her tongue in deeply
and was rewarded by feeling Stacy clamp down on it. She lapped eagerly and in
a matter of seconds her face was covered in the juices of the young girl. Maggie
pulled back for a second and told Stacy to lie down, which she quickly did. A
Stacy played with her own breasts Maggie went down on her again, swirling her
tongue expertly around inside, caressing every nook and cranny she could reach.
Stacy moaned with pleasure under the expert touch of the teacher. She pulled and
pinched her nipples, making them stand up under her touch. Stacy loved being eaten,
it was her favourite part of sex. Which was why she didn't think twice about having
sex with a woman. Nobody knows what turns a woman on like another woman does.
And this woman knew exactly what turned her on. She felt the teacher slide two
fingers into her pussy and moaned again. If she had known that she could be a
cheerleader this way she would of come to Ms. Spencer straight away.
Maggie placed her mouth over Stacy's clit and gently sucked as she slid her fingers
in and out of the eager young pussy. She felt Stacy's hips buck beneath her and
went with it, not losing contact with her clit for a second. Her tongue darted
out and quickly flicked across its surface. Stacy's hips bucked again and Maggie
knew it was time.
Stacy cried aloud as she climaxed, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty
gymnasium. She savagely squeezed her own breasts as she wrapped her legs around
Maggie's head, her body now a slave to the pleasure that swept over her.
As the teenager lay on the floor trying to catch her breath Ms. Spencer slowly
got undressed.
"Did you enjoy that, young lady?"
"Oh yes, Ms. Spencer, very much so. I just wish there was something I could
do for you."
"There is young lady."
Maggie finished undressing and lay down on the floor, her legs parted to show
exactly what it was she wanted Stacy to do.
Stacy smiled as she went down on her.
Tracy slowly rocked back and forth on top of Clifford. The two had been making
love in her bed for over an hour now. She had climaxed several times already and
was rapidly approaching the brink again. She closed her eyes and started to move
her hips rapidly, grinding down on her lover, trying to force every last bit of
him inside her. She smiled as she felt his hands on her breasts. She loved it
when he squeezed her breasts as she came, it added so much more to the pleasure.
Clifford was a fast learner. She came in a rush, yelping in ecstasy as she felt
Clifford cum with her. Tracy felt an incredible force take over her body, filling
her with energy and light. As it ebbed she collapsed on top of Clifford and felt
his arms around her. She smiled and thought that she could stay like this forever.
Suddenly her bedroom door slammed open to reveal an infuriated Stacy.
"I don't fucking believe this. Oh hi, Cliffy. Fucking my sister again I see."
Clifford offered a halfhearted wave to her as Tracy sat up to talk to her twin.
"What's wrong, Stacy?"
"Oh nothing much. I passed the cheerleader exam only to be told that I couldn't
be on the squad because I hadn't sucked the fullback's cock."
"I'm sure that was a simple oversight on your part, Stacy. There can't be
too many cocks in this school that you haven't sucked."
"Oh ha ha, Tracy. You are just so fucking funny. Do you want me to tell you
the rest or will you be to busy with your new career as a comedienne?"
"Oh please continue. It's not as if I was busy or anything." Tracy hoped
her sarcasm would strike her sister dead but Stacy just took a breath and went
on with her story.
"So anyway that slut Sarah told me I had to talk to Ms. Spencer."
"And did you?"
"In a matter of speaking."
"What does that mean?"
"Well I got to talk to her after."
"After what? Oh god you didn't. Not Ms. Spencer. Tell me you didn't fuck
Ms. Spencer."
"But I really wanted to be on the squad," cried Stacy.
"But Ms. Spencer?"
"Well actually she's not that bad at it."
"Oh god I am going to puke."
"I'm not sure Cliffy would like that. Would you, Cliffy?"
Clifford new better than to get involved in these sorts of conversations so he
just shrugged non-committedly.
"So are you on the squad now?" Tracy wanted to get back to screwing
Clifford but she also wanted to hear the end of the story.
"Am I on the squad? Well I would be, if that fat bitch actually was the one
who decided who was on the squad."
"You mean
3;?"
"Yup. I ate that bitch for nothing."
"So who does decide?"
"Coach Baxter."
"Megaphone Baxter?" Coach Baxter was known as Megaphone because of the
loud hailer he used during practice. The school rumour was that he used it to
give instructions to his wife in bed.
"That's the one."
"But how are you going to persuade him to let you onto the squad?"
"Well I was talking to his daughter the other day and she told me about these
video's that she found in his bedroom."
"What sort of videos?"
"Porn videos of a certain type. If we can act out our own little porn video
for him, maybe I can persuade him to let me on the squad."
"I know I am going to regret this but what kind of porn video are we talking
about here?"
"Lesbian incest video's."
"No."
"Oh come on, Tracy."
"No."
"I really need to get on to the cheerleader squad."
"NO! I will not do this just to get you laid by some jock."
"Then do it for Cliffy."
"Me?" Clifford did not like where this was going.
"What does Clifford have to do with this?"
"Nothing darling, she is just grasping at straws."
"Oh really, Cliffy? I take it you haven't told her then."
"Told me what? What is she talking about Clifford?"
"It's nothing really. Don't worry about it."
Tracy reached down and grabbed him by the balls.
"Tell me now, Clifford." She gave them a squeeze to show that she meant
business.
"No, wait. I'll tell you. Just don't squeeze so hard." Clifford's voice
had gone up an octave as he pleaded for his balls.
Tracy released her grip and glared down at him.
"Tell me now, Clifford or I will get a knife and Bobbit you."
"Okay, okay. Stacy dared me to help her get laid by Angus. And if she doesn't
then I lose."
"And then he will be my slave for life Tracy. It will be so nice to have
that dick at my beck and call."
"Oh you little bitch. How could you do that?"
"Lets just call it insurance. So what's it going to be, Tracy? Are you going
to help me or not?
Tracy looked down at Clifford then back at her sister. She opened her mouth and
said
3;