From: an474675@anon.penet.fi (Ninja)
Reply-To: an474675@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY: cheerleader_picture [Mf nc older teen] 01/19
Date: Sun,  7 Jan 1996 10:07:24 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <101330Z07011996@anon.penet.fi>

title: cheerleader_picture [Mf nc older teen]

filename: cheerpic.txt

written: 5-15-94 - 1-6-95

author: Ninja



If you're under 18 you know you shouldn't be reading this - so delete this 

and go read something else.



I will not answer requests for reposts or to have it e-mailed. I check to 

make sure the entire article made it so if only part of it is here, check back 

in 24 hours.



The idea for this story came from a picture recently posted to a.b.p.e.t[een] 

of 3 (I assume 18-year old girls although for this story she is 17) girls, 

labeled "the cheerleaders at George Washington." The story itself is total 

fantasy. If you think this story is perverted and sick - send flame mail to 

yourself for reading it.



Copyright (c) 1995 by Ninja. All Rights Reserved. My not be duplicated or 

distributed for profit without permission.



*****



Chapter 1 - Introduction



The other day (night actually), while downloading pictures from 

a.b.p.e.teen, he discovered one that had pictures of three girls in it. It was 

labeled "George Washington Cheerleading Squad" and the three girls were 

each lying back, completely naked, and spreading their pussies.

While the girls each had nice bodies, what really aroused him was the 

impression the pictures gave. They looked like girls who, on a dare, had 

allowed themselves to be photographed naked. The painfully obvious 

amateurishness of the poses added to the allure. Because, while each of 

these girls thought that one or 2 boys would see them naked, their picture 

was now transmitted world-wide.

Paul had a job that was not terribly great. Not terribly bad either. It paid 

well, and left him with quite a bit of free time since it barely required his 

efforts 40 hours a week. The day after viewing the pictures, and fantasizing 

about the girls in the pictures, Paul was driving into work. Shortly after 

leaving his house, Paul passed George Washington High School.

While Paul was realistic enough to know that there were probably 

thousands of high schools named George Washington, in his fantasies the 

girls in the picture went to the GW (as the students referred to it) near his 

house. For the next week the girls in the picture remained center stage in 

his dreams.

But time moves on and even the most intense fantasies wither with age. A 

month later the picture had been replaced by other pictures more recently 

downloaded, although it remained on Paul's hard drive. And because of the 

passage of time, Paul almost missed it.

Paul went to check out a video at his local store. A new girl was working 

there and as she handed Paul his change he suddenly realized, she was one 

of the girls in the picture. At least he was pretty sure she was. He was so 

startled he dropped his change. After mumbling an apology, he raced home 

from the store, pulled up the picture, and looked.

He was sure it was her. But the nagging doubt came back - what were the 

odds of this girl being here, where he lived. He printed the picture out and 

drove back to the video store. Yes, it was her. He had found his fantasy 

girl.

Needless to say, she came back to center stage in Paul's fantasies. Over the 

next several weeks he became obsessed with her. Every day he would rent a 

video, usually from her. In the course of those weeks they became casual 

acquaintances as they would exchange small talk. Her name was Anne and 

Paul wanted her more than anything.

As an older man (Paul was all of 24 but that's ancient to a 17 year old), 

Anne showed absolutely no sexual interest in Paul. However, he did learn 

that she had no serious boyfriends. He also learned one evening that she 

had very strict parents, when he overheard her tell a friend that she was 

grounded for 2 weeks for swearing.

After a month Paul was desperate. He had to have Anne but it was also 

clear that she would never find him interesting. He wasn't ugly or uncouth. 

He was just too old to be someone she would become interested in. So, in 

desperation, Paul hatched a plan. A plan that would hopefully gain him 

Anne's body, although not her love.

In the early afternoon the video store business is exceedingly slow. 

Housewives are home waiting for their husbands and the working men and 

women are finishing up at work. Many days you won't see a single 

customer between 2:30 and 3:30, at least at this store.

So on Tuesday, Paul left work early. And with a clean color print of the 

picture of Anne laying back naked, spreading her pussy, went to the video 

store. As he had hoped, Anne was the only person in the store. He walked 

up to her, smiled, and asked her to look at the picture.

Anne took one look, gasped, and looked at him horror stricken. "Where 

did you get this" she asked. "That's not important" he replied. "The 

important thing is to insure that your father never sees this." 

Anne felt a cold knot of fear grab her stomach - so bad that she half fell to 

the floor. If her father saw this her life would be over. This was so far 

beyond the things she had been punished harshly for there is no telling 

what he would do. She had to insure that her father never saw it.

Paul was getting scared looking at Anne. It almost looked like she might 

have to go to the hospital. To reassure her he said "don't worry Anne, 

you're father will never see this." She looked up at Paul with such a look of 

relief and thankfulness that he almost backed off from what he was going 

to do. Almost.

"Anne, I want you to go out with me this Friday" Paul said. This was the 

crucial moment - would Anne be willing to date him to keep the picture 

hidden from her father. Anne looked up at Paul stunned. She suddenly 

realized that he was offering her a trade, a date for silence. "Isn't there 

some other way" Anne asked Paul, pleading with tears in her eyes.

God, am I that awful though Paul - well fuck her in that case. "Sure Anne, 

I'll just mail a copy of the picture to your Dad and another to the school 

principal." At that Anne did start crying sobbing "oh god no, please no, 

please please no."

"So I take it we have a date?"

Anne just mutely nodded her head up and down. 

"Where should I pick you up?"

Oh no, it couldn't be her house - her Dad would forbid her going out with 

a 24 year old man. And she couldn't let her friends see. "How about the 

Rose Tavern next to the mall" Anne asked.

"I'll see you there Friday night at 7:00."

With that Paul turned around and walked out. He was ecstatic, he had his 

first date with Anne. And Friday was only three days away. Needless to 

say, the next three nights were filled with visions of Anne fucking and 

sucking him in every way imaginable.





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