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   Ella completes her cheerleader training--and gets an answer from Jenny.
   CHEERLEADER CRUSHED (Chapter 4) (M/F: FFM/F: Rp)
   Author's Note: This story is a continuation of and conclusion to
Cheerleader Betrayed.  I recommend reading Cheerleader Betrayed before
Cheerleader Crushed.
   ROSCOE - Finished
   Roscoe strolled into the house, a strong sense of satisfaction coursing
through his veins.  He pulled the big sliding door closed, heard and felt
it "whump" shut.
   "Big place," he muttered, looking around the spacious confines of Jenny
Thompson's home.  Laughter and soft music to his left guided him in that
direction.  He stepped through a hallway and out, into a large open room
that had a red-felted pool table right in the middle and a dartboard in the
corner, with a garishly taped line that he rightly assumed was where you
stood to pitch.  Nodding in approval he continued walking through the game
room and into the den, where he found everyone lounging variously on a
black leather sofa, loveseat, and a trio of matching recliners.
   Several empty beer cans were strewn on the coffee and end tables, which
no doubt fueled the low roar that had met his ears upon entry into the
room. It was like they were all talking at once--and then immediately
stopped when he stepped across the threshold.
   "Roscoe!  What the fuck, bro?" Stone Moore asked, his hand draped
casually over Anna's shoulder.  The two of them were sandwiched into one of
the recliners, she nestled comfortably into his lap.
   Roscoe smiled sheepishly, unsure how to respond.  Stone had told him
Ella wanted it, that she was all about hooking up with the football
players; but in the pool, when he made his move, she had been kind of
standoffish.  That didn't stop him of course--she was toned, her body was
supple and lithe, topped with an impressive rack he just couldn't take his
eyes off of, all of it practically begging him to come `play ball.' So no,
he didn't stop, and didn't remember her asking him to; well, maybe
halfheartedly, but she pretty much just took it, let him drive that big old
horse cock right up in there-
   Starting to get excited again, he returned his attention to the question
at hand.  He racked his little brain for a response, a reply that seemed
appropriate; this proved to be very difficult.  He was searching for just
the right words, the straight path to Stone's approval.  He wanted very
much to come to Key Biscayne JC, a top-notch JC program, because he knew
that would make jumping up to the next level that much easier.  Frustrated,
he again mentally cursed his non-qualifying ACT score and low GPA.
   Stone sensed his hesitation, the slowness that must accompany anything
this brute had to actually think to do, and quickly threw him a bone.
   "Hey, it's ok Roscoe, you don't have to tell us any of the details,"
Stone said.  His eyes narrowed: "But, was it good?" Stone laughed suddenly,
a throaty sound that filled the room.  "I mean, she's fucking hot, right?
It had to be good!" Everyone laughed, including Roscoe who by then had
plopped down on one end of the sofa.
   "Yeah, she was good Stone, jus' like you said." Roscoe took a big swig
of beer.  " I like her."
   "Good, good.  Very good," Stone commented, turning his attention to
Dave.
   "What do you say, Dave?" Stu piped up, jealous as hell.  "You gonna go
get you some now?" He still wanted a piece of Ella for himself, was a
little irked Stone had made this big production out of saving her for these
two recruits.  Granted, they were top notch, two of the highest rated
recruits in the state, but all Stu had from the little whore up to this
point was a blowjob for crying out loud--he was fucking due, by his
calculation.  `All in good time,' he reasoned.
   Dave looked around, sensing the approval and encouragement building...
   "She's willing, bro," Stone said, lifting his beer as if to toast Dave
on his way.
   "Yeah, she plays shy and bashful and shit, but she'll take it, just give
it to her," Ricky chimed in.  Like Stu, he still had some unfinished
business with one Ella Sanders, so the sooner these two recruits were done,
the better.  `Bitch'll probably transfer after we get done with her,' Ricky
thought, nodding to himself.
   Dave, most of a six-pack in the tank already, felt the liquid courage
boiling within.  He stood, pounded his chest like Tarzan, and headed back
out the way Roscoe had come in.
   "Atta boy," Anna called, clapping.
   "Get her, Tiger!" Jenny screamed enthusiastically.  `Take that bitch
down one more peg,' she thought, `she's got a lot to learn about what her
fucking place is.' Jenny was determined that Ella would get her
comeuppance, one way or the other.
   DAVE - Begins
   Dave stood at the wide glass door, taking in the meticulously landscaped
backyard.  Flowers, bushes, timbers, rocks, all were placed strategically
to give the area a depth and texture one normally expected to find at only
the finest of country clubs.  He absorbed it all, letting his gaze wander
seamlessly over every detail until he found himself looking at the chrome
bar by the stairway of the oblong swimming pool, at Ella floating in the
water...
   `Sweet Jesus,' he thought, `look at that shit.' He watched as Ella
drifted away from the steps, head tilted back, arms spread weightlessly at
her sides.  Her full breasts bobbed at the surface of the water, hard
nipples straining their way through the silky, flimsy bikini that tried
unsuccessfully to restrain them.  The lines of her jaw were subtle yet
strong, framing a face that exuded absolute innocence.  She looked for all
the world like his sister's best friend, the one who was almost a `10' but
carried herself around as though she were merely a `5.'
   Ella Sanders was one of the most incredible looking pieces of tail he
had ever seen.
   Dave still remembered the phone call--Stone Moore, quarterback and
captain of the football team, had told him, `Wait until you see this one,
she's smokin' hot.  She's gonna give you a good time while you're in town,'
he had promised.  `She'll give it up.  Trust me.' Remembering the
conversation, his excitement about coming to town for this recruiting
visit, he felt almost giddy.
   Dave suddenly grinned, slowly opened the door and began sneaking his way
across the bent Bermuda grass, careful not to interrupt Ella's preoccupied
state.
   *
   Dave had an athletic build, not nearly as big as the other football
players, but then he was kind of a `tweener.' Pretty boy good looks graced
his face, punctuated by a dazzling smile.  He was the prototypical
boy-next-door who could cut your grass, change your oil, hit a fastball,
and be trusted to bring your daughter home on time when they went out on a
Saturday night date--all with a dark side, of course.
   In football terms it was somewhat unclear what position he would play,
although Key Biscayne was promising him a shot at corner, which would free
up lots of options once he had two years under his belt.  He was strong
without being overly muscular, had power to lift heavy weights in quick
bursts rather than strength to pound out massive amounts of weight in
prolonged sets, over and over and over.  This gave him a lightness of step
that suited him well on the football field--and in other endeavors.
   *
   Dave continued stealing his way over the manicured lawn until he finally
arrived at the shallow end of the pool, opposite Ella.  Very delicately he
glided down into the tranquil blue pool, careful not to disturb the water's
surface anymore than he absolutely had to.  Satisfied Ella remained
undisturbed--she still lay back, eyes closed, obviously lost in some
daydream--Dave began moving towards her, the anticipation straining his
concentration.
   He couldn't wait to feel her curves under his hands, the feel of her
fine brown hair between his fingers, the touch of her thighs rubbing back
and forth over his own.  He gulped, suddenly nervous.  Dave hadn't looked
forward to just holding a girl in his arms like this since he was 14, a
freshman in high school.  Now 18 and fairly experienced, it was novel to
feel this all over again, especially with such surprising power.  His
stomach churned; a surge of euphoria filled him.
   Sliding up behind Ella, Dave placed his hands on her shoulders, taking
hold of them solidly, and gave a little squeeze.  Sliding forward he spread
his knees apart, slipping them around her soft thighs.  He watched as goose
bumps gathered on her shoulders and crept down her upper chest, then down
the swell of her breasts.  His upper body came to rest against her
back--her body was warm, enticing.  His cock settled between the cheeks of
her ass, listing back and forth involuntarily.  He was almost dizzy, his
cock was so fucking hard.
   "Hey, how's it going?" he asked, looking down over her shoulders into
the depths of her cleavage.
   No answer, just a small gasp.
   `Finally,' Dave thought, `I get to handle these fuckers.' He moved his
hands down her arms, past the sides of her floating breasts, brought them
underneath and squeezed with his fingers, pushing them firmly together. 
The billowy tit flesh bulged, causing the nipples to flatten slightly
against the stretched material of the pink bikini.  He stared at the dark
color, the sheer size of the areola, his eyes bulging.
   Exhaling deeply, Dave brought his hands up--were they shaking, just a
little?-- and took the bikini straps between his fingers, started slowly
pushing them across and down her shoulders, down her upper arms until they
approached the elbows.  Flicking his hands brought the straps over the
elbows, allowing him to smoothly slide them the rest of the way down Ella's
arms.
   The material of the bikini cups shifted with the motions of the straps,
moving down, exposing half of the areolas to his view.  The top caught
momentarily on the jutting nipples, then flipped over them and quickly slid
down the lower bulge of her creamy white skin.
   "Yeah baby," Dave whispered, eyes held transfixed by the swollen
breasts. Clumsily he reached to her back and tried to unfasten the bikini
top, but the little catch wouldn't come undone.  The effect of his attempts
to take it off caused her breasts to tremble, shaking back and forth in the
tepid pool water.  Frustrated, Dave yanked, felt the top give.  Pulling it
away he saw he had ripped it at the fastener.
   "Sorry," he muttered, throwing it to the side.
   Suddenly there was a commotion--it looked like someone was coming
outside.  Make that two.  Jenny and Audrey strolled across the grass
towards the pool, seemingly engrossed in conversation.
   ELLA - Interrupted
   Her reverie interrupted by Dave's appearance in the pool, Ella did
nothing but lay still, feeling his body move in close, his hands roaming
over her chest.  She felt the ooze of Roscoe's load still seeping out of
her stretched pussy--soreness from his terrible onslaught was beginning to
penetrate the fog of confusion that still permeated her brain.
   When Dave started pulling down the straps of her bikini, she did
nothing, just let him push them relentlessly lower and lower...
   `How am I going to get home?' she wondered.  `What time is it?  I know
it's Saturday, and I know...' her disjointed thoughts trailed off.  She
tried unsuccessfully to focus on something, anything, except the feel of
her top being pulled away, her big breasts painfully exposed.  Dread
started to creep into her mind-
   That was when she heard the commotion, too.  Opening her eyes she saw
Audrey and Jenny walking towards the pool, side by side.  `My breasts,' she
thought.  `I can't let--`
   Jolting upright, Ella pulled away from Dave and moved quickly to the
side of the pool.  She stayed low so her suspended breasts were pressed up
against the pool's vinyl liner.  The liner was very cool, causing her
nipples to tighten almost painfully.  The water was up to her chin--she had
to get really low, her breasts were so buoyant they kept trying to
practically climb up out of the water.
   Jenny chose one of the lounge chairs by the pool and lay down,
stretching her arms slinkily overhead.  The lilac-colored bikini she wore
was perfect, covering all her bits easily but showing enough of the curves
underneath to achieve `sexy' without crossing the line into `slutty,' a
look she nailed time after time.  Sighing softly, she closed her eyes, for
all the world just another hot-body laying out at midday to catch a little
sun.
   Audrey, on the other hand, walked over to the array of pool pumps and
actuated the Jacuzzi motor; then, she turned around and made her way back
to the steps.  Grasping the chrome bar she eased her way down into the
water, taking a seat right by one of the jets so she could enjoy the steady
stream of white fizzing bubbles merrily churning and foaming the water.
   The pool pump, Jacuzzi pump, and Jacuzzi jets were surprisingly
loud--Ella couldn't make out any other sounds, had trouble really focusing
on anything.  The steady hum of the pumps and accompanying bubbling of the
Jacuzzi jets provided a weird subtext to her fragile state of mind-
   Dave was behind her again, hands on her waist, reaching around...
   Ella dropped her elbows, blocking him.  She shook her head quickly,
splashing small blots of water in his face.  From the corner of her eye she
could see him looking around, almost as if he were searching for something
he had lost...
   *
   "Hey Dave, come here a sec," Audrey said, blinking her baby blues his
direction.  A redhead, Audrey cut a trim figure with slim arms and legs,
ripped abs, and a tight pair of B cups parked just so beneath her slender
shoulders.  Her long fingers featured exquisitely detailed
nails--flawlessly shaped and painted.  She had a spectacular smile, one to
make you yearn for long summer nights, blankets, and nothing but so many
hours to kill watching the stars...
   With an `aw-shucks' grin, Dave headed her way.
   "What's up?" she asked, just loud enough to be heard.
   "Well, not a whole lot really, just getting comfortable in the pool,"
Dave answered, sliding in close.  Maybe Audrey-
   Realizing he had misunderstood, Audrey asked again: "No, I mean, what's
going ON?" she repeated, this time nodding none-too-subtly in Ella's
direction.
   "Oh," Dave replied, catching on.  "Well, she seems distracted.  I don't
wanna seem...  you know...  pushy."
   "Nonsense," Audrey whispered into his ear.  "I'll help you out on this
one.  I'll...  create a diversion, get her in the middle of the pool. 
You'll grab one of the tanning rafts and bring it over, step in and give
her a rescue.  Then," Audrey said, her voice lowering, becoming suddenly
husky, "why, then you can be Joe-fucking-Cool and take care of some
business." Audrey quickly nipped his ear, taking the lobe lightly between
her teeth.
   Dave's heart leapt, an abrupt rush of excitement he had never felt
before.  `Fuck me,' he thought, `this is like some crazy fucking twilight
zone shit.' He realized he was grinning like an idiot, tried unsuccessfully
to wipe it from his face.  Back home, he got his share of pussy--well, to
be fair, maybe more than his share--but only because the girls were always
throwing themselves at him, seeing dollar signs and a meal ticket away from
the lonely little town with two stoplights, one grocery store, and nothing
but a few hundred clay mining jobs to look forward to for any who stayed
behind.  He wasn't used to this, the level of calculation, the chase, the
demur `I'll-say-no-but-really-mean-yes' cat and mouse games.  Even Audrey,
he felt, would eventually let him have it, IF he came to Key Biscayne, IF
he played his cards right.  He was still grinning, felt a flush reach his
cheeks; he was unsure what to say next.
   "Shit Dave, it's alright.  Get the raft ready--I've wanted to dunk this
high-class slut all fucking day." Her eyes were piercing now, locking onto
Dave's dark browns, darting from one to the other.  "Just take it, fuck
this little whore like she pissed you off, turned you down in front of all
your friends and all you can think about is payback.  Trust me," she
finished, nodding slightly, "she needs it."
   Dave had never had that kind of sex before.  He was always afraid to
just let it go, to be the aggressor; he knew there were girls out there who
liked it that way, but he never seemed to hook up with them...
   He reached up past the side of the pool, retrieved one of the long
tanning rafts.  Lying across it short-ways, with the raft wedged up between
his arms and chest, he turned his attention back to Ella at the side of the
pool.  She still leaned against the wall, arms resting on the concrete
sides.  The side of her breast was visible, creamy white and moon-shaped,
halfway out of the water.  A new look filled Dave's face now; a hungry,
predatory glare...
   `Let's do this,' he thought to himself, floating gently in the middle of
the shallow end.  `Fuck yeah, let's do this.'
   *
   Audrey wore a dark blue bikini that starkly contrasted her fiery red
hair and complemented her lagoon blue eyes like a vision out of Sports
Illustrated's swimsuit edition.  She walked nonchalantly over to the side
of the pool, her breasts barely moving, until she was standing in front of
Ella.  Looking down, she took note of Ella's pert little nose, was
surprised that it was perfect even from this angle.  It seemed unfair that
Ella could look so good without even trying.
   Ella heard the footsteps, opened her eyes and saw the petite feet
directly before her eyes.  She craned her head up, searching for the owner.
   Audrey.
   Ella wanted to speak, to ask for help, for release from whatever forces
had conspired to put her in this place, this day, this moment, with these
people.  She searched Audrey's body language for any sign of
understanding--and found none.
   "Hi," Ella whispered inaudibly.
   "What's that?" Audrey asked.
   "Hi..." Ella repeated weakly, just loud enough to be heard.
   Jenny shifted slightly; though she still lay stretched on her back, she
was able to train her sights on the exchange taking place fifteen feet
away.
   "Hi," Audrey replied.  "Having a good time, are we?" she asked, nudging
the ripped bikini top with her foot.  Ella said nothing.  "Sure we are,"
Audrey said, answering her own question.
   Bending her legs she leapt into the pool, directly over Ella's head, and
landed behind her.  The splash dislodged Ella's position at the side of the
pool.  Sensing trouble, Ella turned towards the steps, brought her right
arm over, cut into the water with it.  She was going to make a break for
it-
   Audrey surfaced, shook her head slightly to clear the water from her
eyes.  Ella didn't know Audrey was on the swim team...
   Audrey closed the distance quickly, wrapped her arms around Ella's waist
and dug her heels in, leaning back.  She lifted Ella's feet from the pool
bottom, removing all traction, performed a throw and sent Ella flying. 
Ella landed on her back and sank below the water's surface near the middle
of the shallow end.  Her big tits were floating crazily, dark nipples
riveting Dave's attention.  Audrey advanced again, from behind, reached
around and put Ella in a reverse bear hug.  Audrey was strong; she locked
her arms together, squeezed, exerting considerable force.  Powerless to
resist, Ella nevertheless tried, squirming desperately.  Audrey's arms
locked around her; Ella's breasts were separated, one pinned above and one
below the powerful grasp.  Widening her stance, Audrey again threw Ella
over, this time not letting go but instead taking the ride with her, both
falling down into the water.
   More grappling, splashing, and both cheerleaders stood, Ella still
rigidly held in place.  Audrey darted her eyes to Dave, put on a small
smile and nodded slightly.  Tensing her arms, she lunged again, this time
letting Ella go as she bowled her over one last time.
   DAVE - Rescuer, Conqueror
   Ella's ponytail had finally come loose; her hair was a halo, floating
around her head and face beneath the water's churning surface.  Ella
planted her legs, jerked her torso up and out of the water.  She felt her
heavy breasts drag their way through the water, springing up as if released
as she broke the surface; then they slapped back down audibly as she
crashed back into the water.
   Ella brought her hands to her face, pulled the soft brown hair back,
causing her breasts to lift and swell.  With the water dripping down over
her various curves and her hair seized between her fingers, Ella was the
vision of Venus herself: a stunning beauty astride the slopes of Mount
Vesuvius, inspiring legions of soldiers to march inexorably to their
funeral pyres...
   Dave was standing before her, offering the float, his hungry eyes
captivated by the water pouring down her body.
   Without pause Ella reached for it, pulling it towards her.  She bunched
it up under her arms and wedged it there, lowered her weight so that she
floated on it.  Her arms and shoulders rested over the short side, which
was rolled into a cylinder.  Her breasts were on the other side, pushed up
into her chest by their natural tendency to float to the water's surface.
She took a deep breath, held it, exhaled and took another.
   Closing her eyes, she tried to calm the racing of her heart, to still
the frustration that knotted the pit of her stomach.  Noting that Audrey
was now out of the pool, Ella took another of the deep, cleansing breaths
and began her mental effort to compartmentalize what had transpired so far.
It was all she could do.
   *
   The sight of Ella standing there, shaking her head, massive tits swaying
back and forth, had again returned Dave to the time when he was 14, his
first experience with a girl.  He was hard, cock raging and furious.
   He leaned back, began to float around lazily.  It was more difficult
than he remembered; his legs kept falling under, dragging the rest of his
body with them.  Standing, he made little corrections, creating a path that
brought him around and behind Ella.  Finally, standing directly behind her,
he stood and stepped forward, his hands underwater, reaching for Ella's
ass. He found it, ran his fingers up and over her supple cheeks.
   Ella jumped, momentarily startled, but didn't move from her perch over
the float.  She looked up, saw that Audrey was crouched by Jenny's lounge
chair.  They were both watching, making no pretense of any other action. 
It looked like they were whispering back and forth, but she couldn't be
sure.
   Dave hooked his fingers into the bottoms and pulled them down, simply
and efficiently.  Ella's head turned, her normally bright green eyes
troubled.  She looked at Dave questioningly.  In her mind, things had gone
quite far enough.
   "Dave, I don't think--"
   "Nobody gives a fuck what you think," Jenny barked from her chair.  She
sat upright and still, arms folded over her chest, attention squarely on
Ella's plight.
   Dave looked up, for the first time aware that Jenny and Audrey both
looked on.  They were witnesses to this moment, perhaps the most incredible
thing he had ever experienced.  Nervous but undeterred by his newfound
spectators, Dave finished pulling off the bikini bottoms, letting them
hover in the water where they slipped around Ella's feet.  Seizing her
ankles Dave pulled up, sliding his hands over the defined calves and up to
her knees.  He placed his thumbs behind the knees and wrapped his fingers
around, parting her legs to allow entry of his lower body between and up,
closing the distance.
   `Damn,' he thought, taking in the feel of Ella's outer thighs, her
waist, her flanks.  He was speechless and thoughtless, nothing but so much
testosterone with a single-minded purpose.  Concentration made itself plain
across his face, an awareness of what he wanted, a willingness to take
it--an inability to compromise, not after things had gone this far.
   ELLA - Conquered
   Ella squirmed when his hands found her flanks, began to slip up and
under, searching for her immense breasts.  They moved up still, stopped
when he had two fingers sandwiched around each of the rock-hard nipples.
   She sensed the pending downfall then, smelled defeat distinctly.
   Her nipples being squeezed and worked over, Ella felt the now familiar
embarrassment, the shame roaring back with a vengeance.  A surge of heat
made its way up her chest and into her neck, her shoulders.
   "Is this all there is?" she wondered, not realizing she whispered the
words aloud.  She shook her head in frustration.  "Is this it?"
   "Yeah, I think so," Dave answered heavily.  "This is it."
   He reached a hand down, untied the string on his trunks and shook them
off, felt them drift slowly down his legs.
   He positioned both hands on Ella's knees, pulling them apart; advanced
between the separated thighs, his veiny cock homing in.
   Taking it in one hand, Dave maneuvered his rigid penis deftly between
Ella's lips, up slightly, felt a little give, grunted as he flexed his
lower torso.  The brown mushroom head was home.  Placing both hands on her
waist he pulled her body back in time to his thrusts, gradually sheathing
his meaty length in the warm tight honey-hole.
   He was home--Ella's snatch was totally infiltrated, stuffed full-
   Again.
   Dave laughed, threw his head back, and guffawed.  Jenny joined him, then
Audrey, they were all laughing.
   "Time for some fuckin'," he said, his face flush with victory. 
Clenching the raft firmly, he began to move, see-sawing his cock in and out
at a moderate pace
   "Fuck that cunt," Jenny hissed, voice barely audible to Ella's ears.
   Dave wasn't the first to say it--and, perhaps, it wouldn't be true much
longer--but, startled by the vise-like feel of Ella's resistant snatch, he
announced:
   "This is some tight fuckin' pussy."
   He began to work.
   *
   Long minutes after it began, Ella wondered if it would ever end.  Five,
ten, fifteen minutes, it kept going, the same thing over and over.  She was
suspended on the raft, his hands irresistibly holding her in place, his
cock plowing into her, over and over.  He was like a machine, same stroke,
same depth, over and over and over...
   There was a...  feeling, a strange sort of ebb and flow that began to
fill Ella's nether regions; an emptiness that fluctuated with Dave's
efforts, oscillating between defeat and acceptance.  The intercourse with
Dave wasn't entirely unpleasant--his length was not as prodigious as
Roscoe's, she accommodated it more easily--and a sort of buzz began to
build, slowly at first but gradually increasing in volume.  Ella licked her
lips, unsure how to respond to this new sensation.  Her nipples tingled,
like they wanted to be touched.  She found herself focused on the moment,
eyes tightly shut; felt a rush very much like what she had felt earlier,
when the pools' jet had blasted against-
   "No fucking way."
   Startled, Ella jerked, lifted her head to see Audrey and Jenny crouching
side by side on the pools' edge.
   "She's getting into it," Jenny commented, a look of surprise forming on
her face.  "The little whore was about to cum, can you believe that shit?"
Audrey shook her head, grinning evilly.
   The coupling had drifted towards the steps, where the chrome bar loomed
in Ella's vision.  Without thinking she took it, ripped her body forward
and out of Dave's clutches, the tanning raft falling away behind her as she
jumped up the stairs.
   `I'm naked,' she realized, looking down at her heaving breasts.  `Oh my
God, I'm naked.'
   Ella bolted, but she never had a chance.  Audrey and Jenny were on her
instantly, each taking an arm, slowing her down, coordinating their efforts
to walk her towards an open spot in the grass where one of the lounge
chairs sat, adjusted to a position level with the ground.
   "Figured you might run," Jenny said, a smirk on her face.  She shook her
head.  "We can't have that."
   "Oh, no," Audrey added, "we can't deny Dave his fun, can we?  Wassa
matter, you seemed to be so into it a few minutes ago!"
   Ella felt the tears well, threatening to flood down her cheeks.  She
would either cry her eyes out, or...
   Jenny and Audrey exerted downward pressure, forcing Ella to her knees,
bent her forward across the lounge chair.
   Dave was walking up the steps then, wiping the water from his eyes.  He
shook his head, pushed his hair back--now it was his turn, his athletic
stature startling in the bright afternoon sun, his cock glistening where it
stood straight up, rocking back and forth, a fierce weapon--and he was
Mars, the god of War, out to seek and destroy any enemy opposition.
   He would grant no quarter from the relentless advance.
   `Slut's gonna get it,' he reasoned, closing the distance.  `Gonna tear
that shit up.'
   Seeing Ella like that: her knees on the trimmed grass, feet splayed
apart; great big titties hanging down, shaking back and forth against the
chaise lounge; hair lazily draped around her face, obscuring it from his
view; all of it capped by the sight of Jenny on one side and Audrey on the
other, holding Ella's arms in position on the back bar of the lounge,
forcing her down into a prone position, Dave was determined to finish the
job he had started half an hour before.
   He methodically advanced, taking his time.
   *
   "Holy shit," Stone said, truly startled.  Before this all started, he
had a vague idea about what would probably happen and where it could end
up. It might have been as simple as some casual making out and heavy
petting (if the stories about Dave being one of the `nice guys' was true),
maybe something a little more adventurous like a quick blowjob in the
bathroom, or it could have ended up being a little rough sex (riskier by
far than any of the other options--but still nothing too extreme).  None of
the possibilities he had imagined included ANYTHING like the spectacle
playing out below.
   When Jenny went outside (with Audrey in tow), he went upstairs so he
could look out and see what the crazy bitch was up to.  He and Jenny were
friends a long time--they attended the same high school for four years, two
years together in JC, six years all told--and though she got a little wild
now and then, she had never shown any signs that she could get this riled
up.  `Bitch must've done her wrong somehow,' Stone thought, `she must've
said or done something, who knows, but it had to be serious.  Damn.'
   He watched a minute more, soaking it all in, processing it.
   `Good think Stu and Ricky are missing this, they'd just do something
stupid and take it too far,' he thought, and then wondered what constituted
taking it too far.  If this wasn't too far...
   He turned, saw that Anna was napping quietly on the king-sized bed in
the lavish guest bedroom.  `She can sleep,' he thought, pulling out his
cellphone.  He rolled the desk chair away from the intricately carved oak
writing table towards the window, where he had a bird's eye view.  `I've
got some watching to do.'
   Stone opened the window and leaned out slightly, aiming his phone
carefully.  `I wonder how much video this thing can hold...'
   *
   `I won't cry,' Ella thought, outraged opposition building within, `I
won't.' Steeling herself, she forced slow, deep breathing, opened her eyes,
saw nothing but freshly mown green grass staring back.  She willed herself
to experience everything in the fullest detail she could muster: her
elongated nipples brushing back and forth against the lounge chair with the
rocking of her heavy breasts, blades of grass biting into her knees, the
feel of Jenny and Audrey holding her arms down, the unyielding sun beating
down on her back, her legs, and her arms.
   Dave was behind her; squatting, he went to his knees.  He sidled up,
placing his knees between Ella's.  Applying pressure from his powerful
thighs, he forced Ella's knees apart, creating a long crease between her
upper thighs: an opening.  He placed one hand on her ass, slapped it
firmly. His other hand sank down between the rounded cheeks, a fingertip
running slowly along its depth, over the puckered anus, to the cleft of her
labia.
   His mouth hung half open, eyes red.  Mars took his weapon in hand,
prepared to use it.
   *
   "Uunngghhh."
   "Yeah," Dave hissed.  "FUCK YEAH," he breathed, his face twisted in
concentration.
   "Uunngghh.  Uunngghh.  Uunngghh.  Uunngghh." Ella grunted in rhythm, the
sound escaping her each time his raging cock fully penetrated her resistant
fuckhole.  "Uunngghh.  Uunngghh.  UUNNGGHH.  UUNNGGHH," his intensity
increased.  "UUNNGGHH.  UUNNGGHH.  UUNNGGHH.  UUNNGGHH.  UUNNGGHH."
   It was uncomfortable, brutal, the way he ruthlessly fucked his tool in
and out.
   Ella's eyes watered.  She wanted very much not to cry, not to show this
terrible weakness to Jenny and Audrey.  Especially Jenny.
   "Why--," Ella whispered, shaking her head, "UUNNGGHH." Interrupted, she
continued: "Why--UUNNGGHH--are--UUNNGGHH--you--UUNNGGAAHHHH--doing--
UNGH--this--UUNNGGHH--to--AHHHH--me..."
Her body shook with each blow, pendulous breasts bounding forward and
back, forward and back, head jolting in time.  Her arms and knees were
sore.
   Jenny bent forward, her face inches from Ella's.
   "You don't know?" she asked softly, so only Ella could hear.  Ella
lifted her head, tried to focus on Jenny as the cruel pounding continued.
   "No," she whispered.
   "Don't you remember?  The first time you went in the closet, you came
out and lifted your arms, flashing those fat ass titties for EVERYBODY to
see.  We all saw your ridiculous nipples--even John Boy.  Oh, he tried to
look away, he hoped I wouldn't notice, but I fucking DID.  So, you wanna to
be a whore, huh?  Fuckin' with my man, huh?  Fine bitch!  FINE!  I made
sure they treated you like one!" Jenny's voice increased in volume as she
spoke, nostrils flared, breathing heavily.  "Oh, I was gonna let Stoney and
the fellas have a little fun with you," she continued, eyes blazing pure
hatred, "but after that little stunt it was no fuckin' holds barred.  You
got initiated, bitch!"
   `No,' Ella thought, `it wasn't like that.  I--` Her eyes watered again;
tears fell, splashing against the chair.  Her head slumped down, shoulders
shook as a sob wracked through her, followed by another; all while the
ruthless pounding continued, unabated.  "I wasn't..." she whispered between
sobs, trying to respond.
   "That's right, take it bitch," Jenny continued, right in Ella's face. 
"It's just more of the same, nothing a slut like you can't handle, right?
You bought this shit, you little cunt, so fuckin' OWN IT!" She practically
screamed the last, spittle flying in Ella's face.
   *
   Dave, all but oblivious to the exchange, tightened his grip on Ella's
waist, pulled back powerfully in time with his urgent pelvic thrusts.  He
was rutting now; the wracking of Ella's body, as she broke down in tears,
finally triggered his release.
   "FffuuuuccCCKKKKK YYYYEEEAAAHHHHH!" he bellowed, unleashing a torrent of
hot semen deep inside Ella's battered pussy.  He continued pumping,
gradually relenting until his motions were exaggeratedly slow; the feel,
every inch of Ella's cunt fiercely clutching his veiny cock, was
intoxicating.  Finally he stopped moving, completely spent.
   Dave pulled out and away quickly, heading back to the pool where he
grabbed his trunks.  He pulled them on, picked up a towel, and headed back
into the house.
   *
   Exhausted, Ella couldn't hold her weight up anymore, and collapsed onto
the lounge chair.  Still naked she laid on her stomach, hunched over, her
face twisted in harsh denial.  She felt his discharge oozing out; the
clumpy cum ran down her thighs, it was everywhere.
   Ella shook her head--she couldn't cope with all that had happened,
especially this last.  She had no mechanism to understand the level of
cruelty that had been perpetrated on her, no reference point for this kind
of wicked calculation.  Breathing unevenly, drool spilling from the corner
of her mouth, Ella was experiencing a deep layer of profound shock.
   She was totally Fucked, in every possible way.
   "Now, we're finished," Jenny said as she stood, releasing Ella's arm. 
Audrey quickly followed suit.  "Frankly, I don't give two shits what you do
from here." Jenny looked up at the guest room window and saw Stone, leaning
out, staring back down.  Evidently he had seen it all.  Maybe more--it
looked like he was holding his cellphone.  Had he recorded it?  The corners
of her lips rose slightly.  She turned back on Ella.  "If I were you, I
wouldn't stay here--it might be hazardous to your health.  Fuckin' BITCH,"
she concluded bitterly, viciously kicking the chaise lounge as she walked
back towards the house.
   Looking back over her shoulder one last time, Jenny wore the strangest
smile Ella had ever seen...
Remember: It's only fantasy.
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4 Cheerleader Crushed (Chapter 4)