Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

Her cunt began to water at the nearness of the man's prick. She tried to stop it. The harder she thought about stopping her frothy flood of juice, the worse it became. The arousal was too intense for her to simply deny. She hated being humiliated and degraded like this. Or did she? Hadn't she virtually asked for this all night long? She had played with Bradford and now he was getting even with her. He was simply giving her to a player to fuck. That was it, so simple. She felt the man's fingers fumbling at the thin string, and then her cunt was naked and exposed. Trying to close her legs did no good. The man was too powerful. After all, he was a football player; he tossed around men weighing two hundred pounds. He may have been only a kicker, but he was strong too strong for her to evade.

His cock raced along the fluid gash of her snatch. He missed her cunt hole on his first stroke. She shuddered under the bludgeoning impact of that thrust. She shook and tried to stand. His hands held her firmly in place.

"Stop, please! Stop! Not in public. My hands! They're tied. You can't do this to me. Not here, not now!"

"Do it," came the cold command from Bradford. The man stood back a few paces and watched as his player began to seek out the tight little hole of her cunt. Debbie had never been more frightened in her life. This couldn't possibly be happening to her. This couldn't happen to anyone. Fucked in plain sight of all those people, tied and unable to do anything about it!

She screamed as the huge prong of the man's cock blasted into her tiny little pussy. She thought he was ripping her apart all the way to the chin. Their position made the head of his cock seem to hang up for a moment just inside the pinkly scalloped ridges of her cunt lips. He shifted her around a little and then his cock surged to the hilt up her pussy.

He began twisting her from side to side. She strained and tried to get her hands free. The only thing that did was bruise her flesh. The tiny thread bound her too tightly and the man was far too strong for her. What was worst of all was that the feel of his prick spreading apart her inner membranes robbed her of all strength. If she had stood, she would have collapsed to her knees. The feeling was rumbling throughout her body, and it was a feeling of sexual weakness. She wanted that cock and couldn't help herself now.

"Fuck me quick," she sobbed. "Please, ohhhhhh!"

He didn't seem to hear. His prick stayed buried balls deep in her cunt. Her delicate insides had begun to expand to take the hugeness of his cock. The girl's resilient cunt walls spread until she could feel every single bump and ridge on his pecker.

The cock danced with more and more lust for her. She felt the thick head expand until she was positive he would rip her apart again. And then be began to bounce her up and down on his knees, like a father might do with his little girl. She felt herself tossed up into the air, the prick almost leaving her cunt. She didn't know which was worse. Having that mighty cock threatening to rip her up was bad, but the emptiness after his prick left her pussy was even worse. But it didn't last long, that feeling of hollow, aching need. Her cunt gulped and filled itself with the huge plug of prick again. She slammed down hard onto his lap. The girl almost went out of her mind with the sensations rippling through her. She didn't think she could be that close to coming. The nearness of prick wasn't all that she needed for getting off. She needed a little tenderness in her lover and she was getting none of that now.

Gone was the feeling of power she had experienced as she had greedily nursed at the man's prick. Bradford had seen her reveling in that power and had allowed her just enough satisfaction so that when he deprived her of it that made the loss all the worse. He was a sadist! He enjoyed playing mind games with her.

Anything that would torment her was fine with him. She could barely focus her eyes, but she saw the huge bulge growing at Bradford's crotch. He was getting off just watching her being publicly abused. He had loved the feeling of her flesh yielding to the tightness of the knots he put into the thread on her wrists. And the sight of the huge prick splitting apart her puckered cunt lips was almost more than he could bear. She closed her eyes, hoping the world would go away. It didn't. If anything, it made the sensations in her body all the more potent. The up and down fucking she received jolted her repeatedly, rattling her teeth… She felt her pussy yielding softly again and again to that male battering ram. The man's cock drove into her juicy twat like a branding iron fresh from the fire. Every single inch seared her flesh. And then came the torrential outpouring of his come. Spurt after spurt filled her pussy in a vain attempt to put out the fires of lust burning there. She felt his cock begin to wilt inside her. Debbie felt nothing inside. She was still horny, but that wasn't the powerful driving force it once had been. These men made fucking into something cheap and tawdry. No longer could she get her kicks from a cock. It would take more, lots more.

The player lifted her to her feet. He had to support her, Debbie's knees refused to lock properly and hold her body erect. With a quick yank that cut deeply into her flesh, he tore off the string holding her hands bound behind her back. Hot and harsh breath assaulted her ear as he said, "You're a tight cunt. I like you. Maybe I'll go out there and boot another couple of field goals. We'd both like that, wouldn't we?"

"Burn in hell!" she shot back. He only laughed and fondly patted her on her curving ass. He shoved her into the arms of Bradford and then began stuffing his limp prick back into his padded pants.

Debbie considered trying to kick him in the balls and then discarded the idea. The man already had the cup back into place. What she could do to him now was less than any single one of the defenses of the other team might try. She succeeded in getting free of Bradford's circling arms and ran for the locker room.

With any luck, she could be dressed and away from this terrible stadium before any of the others noticed she was gone. Debbie wanted nothing more than to leave and find some dark place to curl up and cry.

Tears running down her face, she opened her locker and began taking out her street clothes. She ran her hands over the fringed vest she wore, knowing that her chance at fame and fortune was gone. She was quitting the cheerleading squad. Hell, they weren't anything more than a whore corps to be used by any of the players!

She stepped out of her g-string and started to strip off the knee high white boots when she heard the harsh click of heels against the concrete. Turning, the blonde teenager was startled to see Bradford and another of the players standing and watching her. Never had she felt more naked. Debbie realized all she wore was the pair of boots and a lot of naked skin. Trying to cover up her voluptuous tits jiggling around in front of her chest was pointless. Likewise, she couldn't cover up her fleecy white blonde snatch and hope to escape.

"Get the hell out of here and leave me alone!" she shrieked. "Don't just stand there; get the fuck out of here!"

The only response she got was laughter. The football player said, "She's everything you said she was, Mr. Bradford. I'm glad I made that touchdown. Hell, I'd make a dozen to get a shot at a chick as pretty as this one. Shit, just to hold those boobs of hers is worth it!"

"Go to it, Mark. She's all yours." Bradford stood back, crossed his arms and let a smug look creep onto his face. He was enjoying the sight of the young girl's torment. She couldn't forget this was the man who had spanked her butt and then fucked her up the rear. He had chained her before corn holing her. He had forced her to suck him, off in the middle of the stadium after practice on the very first day.