Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Cheerleader The Rams coach, Hugh Wiseman had one fucking rule, the same rule that every coach had across all of the united states. The football players were not allowed to fraternise with the cheerleaders. It was basic common sense, they had to be focused on the game, not on pussy. Of course, some of them tried to flaunt those rules, which often resulted in expulsions from the team, typically such things could go either way, but in his team it was usually the layers who got kicked, not the girls. No, the girls were not just there to prance about in front of the spectators, getting them hard and distracting the from the game if it was going badly. No, they were there to keep him hard as well. The harder he was, the more focused he could get in his plays and plans, sort of the opposite deal from the players. Plus he liked to look at them, young, fit, tight bodied little sluts the lot of them. Many of the guys liked to see fuller curvier figures, but with cheerleaders the lighter you were the better. Cheerleaders got tossed in the air and the fat ones never went as high, never flashed as much of their panties and never got the spectators as hard as the fit ones did. Hard spectators meant return visits, more money, better numbers of fans. Hell, half of the guys only came along to watch the girls prancing and posing and cheering, secretly wishing they were the lucky bastards who got to fuck them. Lucky bastards like Hugh Wiseman. That's why he liked the slim, slender, skinny, tight bodied ones, the ones with toned flesh, hard abs, defined obliques and tiny breasts. Ones like Spencer Brooke , the hottest blonde cheerleader they had ever had for the team. That's why he was so pleased when he found her in a position which suggested that she was about to suck off one of the players. Giving the boy a stern scowl and a slap to the back of the head, followed by a dressing down and threats of being thrown off the team, sent him scurrying away in a panic. No one wanted to cross Coach Wiseman, no one, especially when doing so meant being thrown off the team and being cast to the gutter. Of course, that went for the Cheerleaders as well, who should all have known better. He'd found them both in a cleaning closet next to the locker rooms, a random sweep which proved to be very beneficial. With the door slamming behind him as the boy hastened away, the coach knew he had a good amount of time before the practice sessions going on outside required his presence, plus it was only expected that he stay behind to chastise and chew out the cheerleader for breaking the rules. So, Spencer. Miss Brooke. It looks like you think that the rules don't apply to you. Such a shame, I had such high hopes for you to take over as head cheerleader this season. However the rules are quite specific, no fraternizing between cheerleaders and players. They apply to everyone, even prodigy's like yourself. he shook his head, wagging a finger as he looked her up and down, raping her with his eyes undoubtedly the same way a thousand others had done so since she had turned legal. Standing there in the doorway, dressed in his casual jeans and t-shirt mix which he wore for training sessions, he towered above her by a good foot, dominating the space as he made no attempt to disguise the clear unrestrained lust which was burning i his eyes. He spent a few seconds fucking her mentally, before he turned his attention to her face. I can't have cock hungry little sluts like you distracting my boys, now can I Spencer? It's not fair.. On the other hand it's hot young girls like you that help to bring in some of our fans. Losing you would be costly, especially as you are due to take over things, as I said. However there's an easy solution, isn't there Miss Brooke? Spencer? Do you know what it is? Let me lay it out for you. You are a filthy, cock hungry little whore who craves cock, aren't you? That's why you sneaked away during practice, because your hot, tight young cunt is weeping into your panties, because your hot young flesh is craving a hard cock. However you can't be wasted on a mere boy Spencer, can you? That wouldn't be right. No, what you need is to understand that if you want cock then you are going to have to take it from a man, not a boy. he grinned, stepping forwards he reached down, sliding a hand between her thighs, raising up her skirt with his wrist as his fingers sought out her slit beneath her panties. Now, if you want to keep your place on the squad, if you want to keep your place in this school, then I think you know what you are going to have to do, don't you Spencer? he growled, his voice a deep resonating bass as he moved his other hand to grasp around her throat, tilting her head up towards him. He looked down into her eyes. You need to prove to me that it's worth al the trouble of keeping you on the squad. Do you know how to do that Spencer? Do you know what you need to do? You have two choices today. You can turn around, put your hands on the shelf in front of you and start reciting your favourite chant while I fuck you. he let the crude vulgar reality sink into her brain. Or you can suck me off and hope that you can make me cum in your mouth, before the bitches outside finish their latest routine. the faint distant cheers and shouts could be heard filtering through a window high up on one wall of the closet. Of course, if they finish first, then you'll have to take my cock any way I choose. Understand? it was a question, but there was no possibility of her having any other choice. Last edited May 30, 2020