The following story is a work of fiction.  This story is intended for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY.  
Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, please STOP READING NOW.

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Cheerleader (Mf oral rp)
By Egress

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   Kelly pulled his face closer in to hers as they kissed.  The tall athlete held the lithe little cheerleader tightly as he leaned into her, pressing her back firmly into the concrete wall.  His tongue filled her thirsty mouth while his quick fingers slid under her cheerleader's skirt and panties to spread her wetness about.
   The bell rang and they both jumped, nervous faces smiling at each other.
   "Geez, couldn't the bus come a little later," the tall boy complained.
   "I know, but still, the Prom's tomorrow.  We can survive 'till then."
   "I hope so.  I'm gonna have trouble sleeping tonight, though"
   "You better sleep.  My mom still thinks that I'm going to a girls-only after party, so you've got a lot to do tomorrow night.  I'm so excited!!"  She looked up at him, then bushed and smoothed her skirt.
   "Not scared?"
   "Well," she said, "it will be my first time, but the real hard part was making the decision..." They heard the busses turning up their engines.
   "Gotta go," he said, "'Till tomorrow, then?"
   He leaned in for one more kiss that lasts longer than she expected, accompanied by a hand thrust up under her shirt.
   "Jeez.  Can't you wait 'til tomorrow?  You might get all of me then."
   "Might?  I put sixty bucks down on a hotel for a 'Might'?"
   He dodged her punch and ran for the bus.  She stuck out her tongue at his back, then smiled.
   Kelly leaned back against the wall and hugged herself at the thought of it. Among the last of her friends who still were virgins, she'd kept it mainly through the lack of dating the right guy rather than the reasons her Catholic parents would give her.  She had been thinking about sex with Steve ever since their second date, when he slid his fingers down to fondle her breast in the movie theater.  Her thumb flicked her taught nipple and she sighed at the memory.  And tomorrow night she'd feel him... all over! 
   She reached down to re-adjust her panties, which had gotten pulled up rather uncomfortably, and was a bit surprised at how wet they had become.
   'I'd better get home,' she thought.
   The walk home went through a dark stretch at the back of the school, then down across the soccer stadium, and across the street.  She snuck through the dark path through  the trees, nervously looking about her, but calmed down as she walked into the brightly lit field.
   The stranger's arm whipped her around and she fell unceremoniously to the ground.  Stunned she looked up at him, blinded momentarily by the stadium lights.
   He fell on her as she tried to scream, cupping her mouth with one hand as his other raised a knife, glittering in the bright lights.
   "Quiet down, you lil' ho," he demanded in a hissed voice, "not that it makes no never-mind.  We's the only ones here."
   She looked around at the empty stadium and her heart sank.  There was no one around, nor would there likely be tonight.  With fear in her eyes she looked back up at him.  His face was as dark as the night sky above, with a fine red mesh on the tea-stained whites of his eyes.  He was probably in his mid forties, strong and tall.
   He took his hand from her mouth and she lay there, looking from his knife to his wild eyes and back.     He leaned to the side and pulled up her skirt, revealing her moist panties.  
   She screamed and kicked, but he was too big.  One hand slid along her stomach to rub across the darkened damp spot on her panties.  His teeth shone bright against his dark skin as he laughed at her.  "You one hot ho, what stayin' all wet fo me."  She tried to push him away.  "What, you got sometin' better to do?"  His fingers touched the skin of her belly above the panties, just where Steve's had been a few minutes before.  His fingertips slid just under the elastic and he paused.  She looked for what felt like a long time into his eyes as he grinned down at her.  Then with a hard tug that lifted her momentarily off of the ground, he pulled her panties down to her knees.
   She squeaked in surprise, then screamed out, "Please don't!  Don't rape me!"
   He gave her a grin with no mirth behind it and lifted her panties again with such force that her ass raised in the air as the garment slid down her legs.  The strong materiel didn't rip, it was her sneaker that gave first, slipping off to land a few feet away as the panties were flung clear of their terrified owner.
   Twisted by the force of his pull, she found herself on her knees and tried to run.  She only made a few crawling steps, her bare foot slipping on the grass, before he grabbed her ankles, pulling her back hard, then flipping her onto her back.  The second sneaker came off in his hand and he looked down at her bare leg, shapely and strong from her cheerleading exercises. 
   'Barefoot and pregnant.  Heh.  Gimme some of that!'
   Her head hit the hard earth of the field and, stunned, she stopped moving for just a moment.  The big black man took advantage of the chance to climb on top of her, one knee between legs she tried to hold tightly together, and the other on her thigh.  He leaned hard on her shoulder with his left arm and brought his blade up  in front of her eyes, then brought it down, the sharp bade scratching her cheek.
   "You wanna fuck with me, huh?  Why don' you try that again, huh? I'll cut you.  I'll cut ya a new mouth."        He stabs the ground next to her ear hard, sinking the knife to the hilt in the hard ground as she began to sob quietly.
   He opened his pants, his huge dick hard and throbbing.
   'Oh shit,' she thought, 'He can't try to put that monster in me; I'm not big enough.  That thing's bigger than Steve's!'  She had only touched her boyfriend the two times, although he had pressed her to it often enough, and his seven inches looked big to her.  This was bigger, much bigger.  Ten inches of flesh stood there pointing up at her.  "No!" she gasped aloud, "that thing will tear me apart!"
   As she tried to wiggle back from him her legs parted under the painful pressure of his knees and he landed between her spread legs.  She shivered at his grin, still trying to wiggle away, inch by inch.
   He fell forward onto her, the weight of his body holding her in place.  His hot shaft lay on her bare, cool thigh for a moment before he flexed his hips and drove the head up into her groin.
   She squealed and kicked at him, her heels bouncing off of his hard legs.  Again and again he thrust, each time coming closer to her entrance.  She flailed her feet faster, tried hitting with her hands but couldn't find purchase.  In frustration she shook her head side to side, crying out a stream of "No, no, no..."
   He thrust forward again, this time the tip of his dick caught in her hole, still moist from her boyfriend's teasing.  She gasped, eyes opened wide as she felt the head of his cock opening the virgin territory.  He grabbed her face in his rough hands and forced her to look into his eyes as he slowly sank his rod into her in one long thrust, thrilling at the keening coming from her throat as he filled her passage for the first time.
   Now in her, his heavy balls resting against her ass, he moved to a more comfortable position on top of her, his dick still in her hot tunnel, enjoying her tightness as she gasped in shock at the unwanted invasion.  'Damn,' he thinks, 'this one must 'a been a virgin.  She's so fuckin' tight.'  He tasted her neck as she lay there under him, licking and sucking, as her breath slowed.  He rocked to the side a bit to let one of his hands slid under her sweater to grab at her breast.  She tried to reach for his hand to stop him, but his broad body was in the way.  He pushed the sweater up, baring her belly up to her bra, but could go no farther.
   Then he began to move, siding his long back prick in her tunnel.  'Oh lord, he's fucking me!  I don't want to be fucked!  Not by some rapist!  Please make him stop!'  She started to squirm under him, kicking and hitting him as best as she could, but having no effect.
   "Yeah, bitch, take my big baby-maker.  Nice tight cunt suck my rod.  That's it, ya fuckin' ho, take it... take it all!"  His thrusts sped up and she let out a little squeal as each hard thrust pounded his body into hers.
   "Don't, pleeease," she begged, as he filled her with his penis, pushing her small body a he rode her, withdrawing quickly, then bouncing into her again. "Stop!  Please, Jeesuuusss..."
   He kept pounding into her until she felt dizzy, her body rocking back and forth as if her body was returning to greet the invader.  She shuddered as his thick rod stirred her insides.  She wondered if he had already leaked sperm into her.  The timing was bad; could she already be pregnant?  She looked up into his hate filled eyes as a gleam appeared.  His thrusts became erratic as his heavy balls prepared their charge.  "No," she cried, "Don't cum in me!  I'll get pregnant.  Jesus, please, mister!"
   He smiled at the idea; so the time was now, was it?  Let's make some little black babies!  Then he thrust hard into her and held himself in.  Again he pulled back and thrust in hard.	
   He grabbed her shoulders as he pulled back again, calling out "Shiiiiiiiiit!" as he thrust in once more.  She could feel the pulsing of his dick as one after another shots of his virile semen flew down his long dick to flood the base of her vagina, the pressure tight against her cervix, then filling her to overflowing.  
   "No!" she called out after each wave of sperm flowed into her fertile pussy, "No!"  Her eyes, so strong until now softened as she felt him inseminate her.  She stopped kicking, her bare feet falling to rest in the soft grass as his thick cock slid in and out of her now wet cunt.  No doubt there was enough inside her now.  She barely noticed as he pulled her sweater over her head, preoccupied with the squishy-suction between her legs, and the enormity of what just happened.  She was just raped.  The dick burried inside her means she is no longer a virgin.  The sperm that is sliding around inside is making her pregnant, the egg could even now be settling in for nine months of growth.
   He pulled out of her and pulled her to her knees.  His dick left a smear of semen on her breast as he reached around her to remove her bra.  She looked at the translucent smear on her breast in the bright stadium lights where she'd had so many people watch her, then at her nipples as they jiggled free when he removed the bra.
   He took a tight grip of her hair and pushed his dick into her lips.  She kept them closed and he poked her in the mouth again, this time holding himself against her.  She looked up at him, then lowered her head a touch in defeat as she opened her lips to accept his cock.
   She tasted his thick, bitter semen mixed with her own juices at first, but after a few moments, the flavor reduced.
   "That's right, ho, suck it." he said.  He kept up a monologue as she swallowed his dick.  "Watch them teeth...  Yea, that's better.  Use that tongue..."
   In and out he fucked her face, his dick leaking sweet pre-cum as she did her best to keep up her oral massage of his big cock.  
   She felt a cooling wetness on her ankle as his cum dripped out of her.  A thought came to mind; maybe enough will drip out that I won't get pregnant.  If I suck him off really well, he won't have anything left and I'll be OK.  She threw herself into her task with all of the energy she had left.
   One of his big hands held her head captive as the other molested her small breast, tweaking the nipple or squishing the rounded flesh.  She moaned onto his dick as he played with the sensitive skin.
   His hand in her hair tightened as his orgasm approached until, with a shouted "Fuck," he flooded her mouth with his cum.
   She swallowed as quickly as she could, but some of his second spurt spilled over her chin to land on her chest.  At his word she kept sucking until he pulled out of her mouth with a 'pop.'  Exhausted, she fell forwards when he let go of her, breasts rubbing into the cool grass, hands folded under her face.
   He walked about her, enjoying the look of her, the soft tent of blonde hair, smooth back, her only remaining garment - her cheerleader skirt - covering her tight ass.  Her legs were bent under her body, with her small feet poking out behind, the crinkled soles just beyond the hem of her skirt.  
   He flipped the skirt onto her back and admired her muscular ass.  Shame he didn't have much time left - he'd love to get to know that ass better, but stay around too long and the cops'd find you for sure.  He reached underneath and slid a finger into her dripping pussy.
   She jumped forwards at the touch of her sensitive pussy, ending with her butt in the air.  
   He climbed in behind her.  "Time to put a baby in your belly."
   She wanted to run.  She wanted to fight.  But she had no energy left.  She sobbed into the hard earth as he entered her again, his left over cum easing the entrance.  Unlike last time, though, he took his time to enjoy a slow, sloppy fuck, playing with the rhythm, sliding in gently for a few strokes before pounding her for a few more.  She began to grunt as each thrust buried his cock deep inside her belly.  His big dick began to bring forward parts of her that had hidden the first time around, and she felt the tingle of excitement as her cunt began to warm to the sensation. 
   She figured that something must be misfiring in her tired mind.  How could she enjoy this?  She was being raped!  But her body didn't know that the sensations were coming from an evil source; her body added lubrication as it was bred to do while her clit and nipples stiffened in response to the stimulation. 
   "Ungh," she grunted as he thrust into her.  Her body rubbed the earth, hard nipples tingling as they scraped across the ground.  She groaned as his thrusts got faster.  The pain, what there had been the first time, was all gone now.  In its place was a heightened sensitivity.  The wind on her back, the dirt under her knees, the grass in her fingers and tickling her toes, the skirt flapping on her back, sliding against her stomach.  His hard hands on her naked hips, pulling her back and forth.  But most of all, his cock, in and out.  Thick, filling her deeper now than when she was on her back.  This angle rubbed her in new ways, stroking her sensitive insides as his balls slap into her clit on each stroke.
   Having cum twice before, he had more control, and he liked the change in her response.  He ground into her, feeling her vaginal muscles twitch and grasp at him.
   She began to moan in time with his thrusts.  He stroked her soft, white skin.  "Das' it, baby, cum for daddy.  Cum fo me.  Das' it."
   Bit by bit her cunt began to twitch more as her body overran her mind. She began to pant as the last shreds of her will pleaded, "No.  No. No!"  She could feel it coming, a strong orgasm that would overwhelm her.  At the same time, her cunt was taking a toll on his resistance.  "Yeah, ho.  Take my dick.  Yeah.  Suck the cum out of the baby-maker."  Then it happened.  Her body clenched down upon his shaft and he came, flooding her cervix with his rich, virile cream.  The throbbing pressure and hard thrusts set off her own orgasm and she found herself thrusting back against him against her will as her orgasm pulled his invading sperm high up into her womb while he filled her again.
   When his cum ended, he pulled out and left her there, sobbing into the earth, her long hair loose and blowing in the light breeze.  A bubble of cum dribbled from her slit, but most was sliding down inside of her.  He reached down and picked up her panties and sniffed them as he looked at her naked body and pocketed them; a souvenier to remember her by, turned, and walked out of the arena.
   She gasped as her orgasm faded, then started to moan.  There was no way that she wasn't going to be pregnant.  She could feel the sperm draining into her womb, and could imagine the ones she had swallowed assaulting her poor egg from above.  The cool evening wind blew across her back as she listened to his footsteps die away in the distance.  Now and then a car would pass by on the street on the other side of the bleachers as she lay there naked save for a strip of cloth about her belly.  
   After an eternity of quiet, she pushed herself up and sat on her heels.  She took a deep breath and stood up, the grass soft on her feet.  She picked up her sweater and looked at it.  Naked as she was, she was numb from the experience; would it be better to walk home as she was and feel the air?  Perhaps not.  Perhaps feeling was something she would have to do without for a while.  She pulled it over her head, grabbed her sneakers in one hand, bra in the other, and walked home.
