Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

The cold concrete assaulted Debbie's spanked ass, but it didn't matter. She was too lost in the wildness of her own rampaging sensations. The girl couldn't control her own body. Sherry's tongue had triggered her deepest hidden desires and released them to flood forth. Gasping for breath like a fish out of water, Debbie simply sprawled on her back. The concrete under her was nothing compared to the delights of the tongue reaming out her pussy. She had long since forgotten about the other girl's cunt. Robbed of all strength, she could do nothing but lie back and take the tongue fucking being given her.

"This is filthy," she groaned. "Shouldn't do this… it… its too nice! Nothing this good can be moral."

"Screw morals," snarled Sherry. "Just keep those trim legs of yours spread and I'll teach you filthy!"

Her tongue speared deep into the blonde girl's pussy, raking across aroused cunt lips and plunging all the way to her cervix. The girl felt the warmth puddling in her belly. She tried to hold her down her coming orgasm. She wanted to savor the sweet sensations in her tender body and hoard them like a miser hides gold. She wanted to wait, and then release it all in one huge flood that would totally overwhelm her senses. She wanted all that. And she got it.

Her thighs were quivering with lust and slowly drifting farther and farther apart as the other girl's tongue continued to swirl inside her pussy. Debbie's breathing became harsher. She felt her boobs dancing around on her chest like blobs of jello. Every breath she took was liquid fire. Her throat was covered with sandpaper. And then she exploded.

"Aieeee!" It wouldn't die. The more she struggled, the more she tried to hump up and get that tongue buried even farther into her needy cunt, the stronger the sensations became. She erupted like a volcano, the lava of her frothy fuck sauce blasting from her pussy. She felt hungry lips eagerly sucking it all up. She couldn't hold back a single thing now. Her body flushed with excited blood and her head split apart, utterly blown from the intensity of her come. She slowly drifted back down to reality. Sherry's tongue still licked up and down her feverish sex slot, but the intensity was gone. The feel of tongue against cunt lips was nice but only that. The explosive quality had been drained from her.

"Okay, okay, Sherry. Enough," she said, drowsy now. "That was super! It really was. Just the thing I needed."

Sherry flipped over and sat on the bench, looking down at the blonde cheerleader. When she smiled, the dim lighting in the locker room reflected brilliant silver from her lips. She had gotten all of Debbie's cunt oil on her mouth. Realizing this, she slowly licked it off. The silver vanished under the pink tip of her darting tongue.

"You're good, kid. You have potential. Hell, you can be great with a bit more practice."

The meaning was obvious. A cold lump began to form in Debbie's belly. She knew what the other girl meant: she wanted more of this woman to woman action. Debbie was too confused at that instant to give her an answer. Things had moved too swiftly for her. The job and the forced blowjob and then the bout with Bradford in which he had chained her and spanked her butt and then fucked her up the ass. Now this lesbian love making with a girl she counted as a friend.

It has all come to fast for Debbie. She could only shake her head sadly.

Debbie cheered her young heart out for the team. She leaped and did aerial splits and screamed encouragements until she was hoarse. And still the team was losing. She had come onto the field feeling self conscious with the skimpy costume on. As she cheered as the game wore on, she had forgotten all about the tiny g-string moving sensuously along her snatch, all about the thin vest rubbing against her nipples and hardening them. All that mattered was cheering the team on to a victory.

"Go, team go!" she cried.

She landed, did a split and then rolled up to wave her fluffy pom poms in the air.

"Good, good," said Bradford. "You're doing a fine job. But we need more out of you," he said, coming up behind her.

She was proud of herself. She didn't flinch away when he put his hands around her waist. After all, they were in the middle of a televised game. The entire scene might be broadcast coast to coast. She didn't want to do anything that might lose her the spotlight. Turning around and hitting the general manager of the team wasn't the kind of thing she wanted going out on nationwide television.

"More?" she asked numbly. "I'm doing the best I can. All of us are."

"Yeah, and you're here on the sidelines. We need to really inspire those men out there. There getting their heads bashed in. The other team's stronger and bigger. They need an edge. They need something to win for."

"I'll do my best," Debbie said. Her voice was almost gone now. She swallowed hard and looked at Bradford the man grinned an evil grin as he turned to walk away.

"I know you will. We're going to make this field goal. Wait and see."

She watched as the team pushed down into field goal territory. It would be a forty yard attempt. Not impossible, but their field goal kicker's longest had been only thirty-three yards. It would take a hell of a pep talk to get him enthused and ready to break a personal record.

Debbie saw Bradford talking to the man. They pointed in her direction. She had no idea what they were saying. She guessed that Bradford was hyping the guy up and that she was supposed to give him a private little cheer of encouragement. She smiled a winning smile and danced around a bit before launching herself into the air, legs spread far apart. She thought she would pull herself apart all the way to the chin, but she didn't. The landing hurt her aches, but it seemed to be well received by the kicker.

He gave her a thumb's up sign and raced onto the field. She watched in hushed silence as the snap came, the kicker turned and glanced in her direction for a split second, then stepped forward, and his leg swinging hard the football missed the outstretched finger of a blocker by inches and soared through the uprights, forty yards away. The team had taken a one point lead.

She joined all the others in a wild, ear splitting scream of encouragement. Debbie brushed a strand of damp blonde hair from her eyes and adjusted the tiny vest. She was acutely aware that the firm bulges of her tits threatened to spill out of the jacket at any instant. But whoever had designed it had made sure such a thing was only threatened it never happened quite.

Rubbing damp hands on her naked thighs, she self-consciously adjusted the g-string. Getting used to being more naked than dressed in public view was something that would take a while to be comfortable with.

"Hey, Debbie, come over here!" shouted Bradford, standing beside the man who had just made the field goal.

Debbie thought Bradford wanted her to personally congratulate the man. She was willing. She didn't know much about the game of football, but she had found herself getting surprisingly worked up over whether or not the team won. She trotted over, and the kicker eyed the jiggle and bounce of her jugs with obvious approval. She felt a little embarrassed at the way he leered, but that was his right. She knew she was an attractive chick. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten the job in the first place.

"Hi," she said brightly. "That was a great kick. You put us ahead."

"I had a hell of a lot of incentive," the man said.

"Oh?" She felt a little uneasy at that. Both the kicker and Bradford were staring at her in a way she couldn't quite put into words. They obviously expected more from her. But how much more?

"Yeah, you know," said the player. "Like Mr. Bradford here said."

He obviously expected a lot more. And the girl was beginning to get the glimmerings of what that "incentive" promised by Bradford had been. "And exactly what was it Mr. Bradford said?" she demanded. "Did he promise you something he couldn't deliver?"