Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Spencer felt her heart beat rapidly inside her chest. She had made out with Jimmy a few times already, but never like this. This was better. It was forbidden. She knew nobody was going to say a word when a cheerleader and one of the players were making out at a party. On a weekend. Out of school. She -knew- they were both in real trouble if they got caught making out... during practise time, at school, the day before an important game. The slight pang of guilt only turned Spencer on more. She loved cheering more than anything else... but she loved sex almost as much. And she hated being the good girl. So this entire situation was turning her on incredibly. Jimmy was kissing her passionately, groping her breasts through her tight little top. Spencer wasn't wearing a bra. She was proud she didn't need one. Mhmm... stop stop stop... let's not waste any time... they'll be wondering where we are in about 10 minutes! Spencer gasped into his ear. Jimmy chuckled, and sat down, spreading his legs. What are you waiting for then? He asked, freeing his cock, strocking his erection when Spencer knelt down.... and felt herself gripped by the shoulder. Coach Wiseman! Spencer felt all the blood drain from her face. She felt despair. Listening to him chastising Jimmy just turned things worse. She knew it would be her turn after. Knew he was ALWAYS harder on the girls than on the guys. When Jimmy hastily left, Spencer felt as if her blood had been replaced by ice water. She didn't DARE look up at Coach Wisemen, remembering Nikki Lafayette being thrown from the cheering squad after she had angered the Coach. Spencer was SO caught up feeling guilt and regret and fearing he'd simply throw her from the squad that it took her a few moments to register the words that TRULY spilled from his mouth. The room suddenly seemed VERY small, with his eyes practically fucking her, with his towering figure blocking the door. Suddenly Spencer felt it was hard to breathe for more than one reason. His voice was aggressive, mercilessly abusing her. W...what? N... no I mean I.... she started to feebly protest when he called her a filthy cockhungry whore, and then she felt his hand glide under her skirt, his fingers pretending there wasn't even panties there, elegantly gliding into her slit beneath the tight fabric, finding slick, moist heat trapped there. 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. She gasped at his outrageous suggestion, blushing hotly. She -knew- she would do anything he demanded from her. She didn't want to be kicked from the squad. He could even have her expelled... though having to leave school didn't quite impress Spencer as much as the possibility to loose the cheerleading. 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. His voice rang out, making Spencer's mind spin. That's only 7 minutes and 45 seconds, Coach! she exclaimed at his second suggestion. Then she started to think very fast. She -was- extremly talented with her mouth. And if he needed to stalk cheerleaders for sex he seemed to be desperate. That was a clean opportunity to get away with this in less than 10 minutes. For the first time Spencer felt a trickle of hope, and she lifted her chin, staring right into Coach Wiseman's eyes. I bet I can beat the squad she said, her entire pose betraying that this was a challenge she was taking very seriously. I CAN beat the squad she repeated, and sank to her knees in front of the Coach, young, nimble fingers hectically starting to tug at his clothes.