Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Spencer let out a soft, surprised little sound when his cock sprang free from his jeans. He was... enormous. Bigger than any cock she had ever had, and she couldn't help but stare at it. Oh my god she involuntarily breathed. There was no denying she was turned on, despite the situation. She was still embarassed that Coach Wiseman had caught her in flagranti with Jim, she was horribly afraid he would truly have her kicked from the cheering squad, his words made her feel like a dirty little slut and she was -very- aware that he had all the power here. He could kick her from the squad. He could tell her parents why. He could make her the target of every dirty little joke in school. He could have her expelled. He could ruin her entire future over this. Instead... instead he was just forcing her to some sex. Spencer had the distinct feeling that she shouldn't be turned on by his fingering her tight little pussy or the sight of his cock. But... she couldn't help it. His fingers had caused a strange, burning sensation, she felt an intense, almost painful throb between her legs. She reached for his raging hard shaft, when he pushed her hands away. No Spencer... he said, and she listened, her eyes widening. The fit, lithe little blonde's eyes were huge when his words hit her, each like a little slap into her face, his remark about him having to ram his cock down her throat and fuck her mouth causing another heated blush. Spencer had always been on the adventurous side of things... how often had she fantasized about deepthroating a guy? Had stared at stupid gifs on her phone, of guys with incredibly huge cocks pulling it from crying girls mouthes and frantically masturbated to these? In a strangely obedient gestures she crossed her arms behind her back, the motion causing her small tits to rise. His hand was lightly touching the side of her head, his fingers in her hair. Not even a threat at this very moment, his other hand caressing her face, fingers invading her mouth, her own spit used to moisten his already glistening rod. Spencer closed her eyes, his cock was almost touching her soft, innocent looking lips, his gaze catching her like lights catch a deer.... the chanting of the squad outside a painful reminder of the time, and she had closed her eyes to escape the almost trance-like state she was getting into. He was right. She didn't have time for teasing. For the usual foreplay. For sucking his tip into her mouth, letting her tongue spiral around it. Oh, Spencer was by no means innocent. She had caused quite a few guys to cum into their pants before she even had started anything. She felt her heart start to race, when she realized she had zero experience with what he expected from her. Heck... 90 of the boys she had made out with had exploded from just a little kiss on the tip. A desperate little sound vibrated from her lips, her eyes opening, meeting his gaze, and then she finally made contact with his cock. Spencer's lips gliding over his tip, her lips covering her teeth carefully. She was still flushed, turning even redder when she realized she couldn't stop staring into his face, while her young mouth stretched around his cock. Jesus fucking Christ in heaven.. he wasn't big. He was HUGE. His tip was enough to make her mouth feel fuller than it had ever felt before, and she wasn't even able to take him in half the way, before she had to gag. Spencer coughed, the gagging causing tears to shoot into her eyes. 6 minutes... the athletic little blonde didn't waste any time on hesitation. She felt spit pool underneath her tongue... with his beautiful cock blocking the way to her throat she couldn't swallow, but she didn't want it to run out either. Spencer tried again, slower this time. But the moment he reached the back of her throat she had to gag again, involuntarily withdrawing again. She coughed. Swallowed. Greedily breathing in a few times. 5.45.... she could almost hear the seconds tick away, when she reconnected her mouth with his cock, and started to actually fuck him with her face. She opened her mouth wider with each little thrust, impaling herself deeper and deeper on his angrily swollen meat, until she had almost three quarters of his massive length inside her mouth, before she had to gag again, her mascara smearing when fresh, hot tears welled up in her eyes from the reflex.