I Was Fifteen When It All Began II
RATED X 

I Was Fifteen When It All Began II
By Loki

Sean pulled his lovely cock out of my pussy, now swollen 
from his lustful thrusts and leaking seamen from his 
orgasm. I felt filled and warm, taken and ravaged but I did 
not feel pain or regret. And, at this realization I began 
to experience the sweet pangs of utter humiliation. I was 
his bitch in more than name. Sean had taken from me the 
worries of desire and the guilt of my need by claiming me, 
by eliminating choice. He was responsible for what had 
taken place but now I must begin to face what he had 
revealed in me.

Soon there came a knock at the door. It was Jennifer and 
her friend Sam too! I jumped up as Sean let them in the 
door. I could not escape before they were inside the room. 
They saw me standing, slightly bent forward to cover my 
non-naked body. I had thought I could shield their eyes 
from my condition but it was impossible. They saw an 
innocent young girl who had been deflowered, her hair in a 
mess, her lipstick smeared and most damning; cum dripping 
down her leg from her formerly virgin pussy.

They screamed with hysterical laughter but were quickly 
silenced by Sean, "Do you want coach or anyone else to find 
out what's going on in here?"

The girls quieted down and began speaking in hushed tones 
to Sean so that I could not understand them. They looked at 
me from time to time obviously making plans for me. Soon, 
they all left me alone in the room with Sam.

"So, I see you've become a woman." she giggled with a 
devilish grin and an evil smirk.

Sam's beautiful long black hair made her every bit as sexy 
and nasty as Veronica in a nightmare.

"Well we have some plans for you. Jennifer's not 
necessarily too happy that you and her man got it on and as 
such she has decided that she needs to humiliate you a bit 
herself. So, here is an extra cheerleading uniform. The one 
that was promised to you if you should get washed out of 
the tournament early on. Now go put it on and be quick 
about it."

I retired to the bathroom to put on the uniform. It was 
indeed humiliating. I stripped naked and put on the blue 
cheerleader's briefs, they were skin tight and held what 
little manhood I did have snuggly between my legs Next I 
put on the bra she gave me - it was a bra that helped the 
figures of young cheerleaders like me. Over it came the 
sweater, blue with a white letter S in the middle. I 
quickly slipped on the white ankle sock and cheering tennis 
shoes. I exited the bathroom to the snap of a camera and a 
demand that I follow Sam.

As I followed Sam we came to the room she shared with 
Jennifer. She made me sit in front of the mirror as she 
applied make-up to me. She made my cheeks very red and my 
lips shiny liquid wet red. She then pulled my hair back 
into two little pigtails and tied them off with red 
ribbons.

"Since you obviously are a slut, you must look like a 
little tart. You must also learn a few cheers because when 
we go down to the auditorium you will have to cheer for 
your man Sean - and you will have to do a good job or 
people will be able to detect that you aren't a girl. But, 
we know you really wish you were one and that you'll do 
everything not to be exposed - thus humiliating yourself by 
proving how good a little slut girl you can be. Got it 
Chrissy?"

"I got it," I said as I hung my head.

She taught me a few cheers and I looked at myself in the 
mirror. I looked the part - I looked like a teen girl 
cheerleader, complete with pom-poms and pigtails. I had 
done it now.

We went down to the auditorium and found the mat where Sean 
was about to wrestle. Half of the girl's squad was there 
and Jennifer had already prepared them for my arrival. I 
received plenty of snickering stares but no one gave me 
away. We started to cheer as the match got underway. I was 
amazed at how I knew all the cheers and all of the body 
motions as well. I became very excited as the match went 
on. There were takedowns and reversals that sent the score 
back and forth until finally Sean won late in the third 
period with a pin.

We all jumped up at the sound of the ref's hand slapping 
the mat hugging each other and screaming. Sean looked at me 
and my heart sunk. He smiled with a knowing smile and 
walked off the matt and swatted my bottom as he passed by.


