Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

"I'm cominnnng!" she shrieked. Her body shivered as if she were cold, and then she screamed again louder, more insistently. The man fucking her didn't even slow down. The sounds appeared to mean nothing to him.

Debbie could see the man's balls wetly slapping against the dark haired girl's ass. Slowly, surely, the man's balls tightened up more and more. She heard him grunt with the strain of keeping back the fiery tide of his jism.

The finger thrusting in and out of her pussy seemed so inadequate to her now. She wanted cock! But all she could do was watch.

It wasn't quite the same thing, but it took the edge off her rampaging emotions. She felt high over getting the cheerleading job. She felt uptight over the way the general manager had been ogling by, then jerking off as she dressed. The obvious sexual implications weren't wasted on her. She was strung to a high sexual tension.

And now this.

She saw the man's massively muscled body begin to shake as if he were some kind of weakling. Thickly muscled arms quivered, and then he bellowed like a wounded bull. He slammed hard into the woman's pussy and lifted her entirely off the bench on which they fucked. He came.

Debbie could see the creamy jizz fill the cunt and then begin to overflow. The man didn't stop his powerful fucking for a single instant. His tempo grew ragged and jerky, but he kept fucking until his prick dissolved in the heat and pressure of the girl's cunt.

The spying girl's fingers pulled and jerked and twisted inside the confines of her tight cunt. She felt a tiny surge of desire and then she came. But it didn't match that which the dark-haired girl had experienced. As she watched, Debbie saw the other girl continue to have one come after another. It scented fantastic that anyone could get off like she was, but seeing was believing.

Debbie caught her breath as she continued to finger fuck herself, then came again. She finally gave up. The huge man was straightening and would soon be putting his clothes back on. She didn't want him to see her. He looked like he could be a mean son of a bitch if angered.

And Debbie didn't want to anger him. She sighed and silently drifted to a spot behind one of the concrete posts to watch some more. The girl knew she would be unseen here.

"God," the man said, "that was one hell of a fine fuck! I'm glad you came along, Sherry. You're a prime piece of ass."

"You've got such a way with words, Ben," the dark-haired girl said, slowly putting her clothing on. "But I put up with that because you're dynamite with that cock. And hung! God, you're hung like a bull elephant."

"They don't have me on that front line for nothing," the man boasted.

Debbie knew then that the man had to be one of the Condors. He was one of the football players she would be out there rooting for, trying to get to put out superhuman effort. If his performance here were any indication of the entire team, they were unbeatable!

Debbie waited until the raven haired Sherry came out from behind the concrete post. The urgings deep in her belly simply wouldn't go away. She had to find out about the girl and that bull of a man who had fucked her so expertly.

"Uh, pardon me," Debbie began, then blushed furiously. She didn't have the foggiest idea how she was going to approach the questions she wanted so desperately to ask.

"Yes," said Sherry, still settling her clothing. Then she noticed that Debbie was blushing. She laughed and said, "You saw Ben and me fucking didn't you? Yeah, you sure did!"

Debbie could only nod her head. Finally, she managed to stutter, "I… I didn't mean to spy honest! But I heard the noise and I went to look and I saw you and Ben and…"

"And you saw more than you intended, huh? Don't worry about it, kid," said the older girl. "That kind of thing happens all the time around here. Hell, with big bruisers like the guys on the football team and all us sexy cheerleaders, it's got to happen. But look, do me a favor and don't mention it. Were not supposed to fraternize with the players on the team as the expression goes."

"Fraternize? It looked like you were…" Debbie stopped in mid-sentence and blushed again.

"Hey, you are a shy one, aren't you? Yeah, Ben and I have been fucking each other all season. Course, this is only the second game, but what with all the pre-season stuff, it's been pretty good." She unconsciously began to run her long fingers over her snatch, remembering the long cock and the hard fucking.

"I'm on the cheerleaders' squad, too," said Debbie. "I was just hired. In fact, I just came out of Mr. Bradford's office when I saw you and Ben. But don't worry; I won't say a word."

Sherry studied the new cheerleader and shook her head. "You're only about eighteen, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Debbie said defensively, "but what's that got to do with anything."

"Take some advice from an old timer. Don't get mixed up with Bradford. That motherfucker is bad news."

"Old timer? You're not more than twenty-one."

"Twenty. But the two year difference might as well be a century. Round here, you learn quick. Like who to put out for and who to avoid. Bradford's on the no no list."

"He seemed like a nice enough guy."

"The hell you say! But let old Sherry clue you in. On our way to the locker room, of course. We've got practice in about twenty minutes." The dark haired girl put her arm around Debbie's shoulders and guided her down the deserted corridors. Debbie felt a warmth for this open girl, more so than she had for Bradford. But still, Sherry just might have something against the man. He had seemed to be an all right sort.

"And in here," Sherry said, "are our luxurious, posh, and otherwise scummy quarters." She made a sweeping gesture with her arm, meant to encompass the entire locker room.

It stunk. As she made a face, Debbie held back the desire to sneeze. The room was dusty and hadn't been cleaned in a month of Sundays. Still, those cold, harsh metal lockers and the few lovely girls milling around in various stages of undress pulled her like a magnet pulls iron. This was the big time. She would be out in front of nationwide cameras. Soon showing her stuff and she would have the chance to be discovered. Maybe she wouldn't even work as a high fashion model she might jump all the way up into the film world. Or television. To have her very own series on television!

And all from a humble start as a cheerleader for a second rate football team. It could happen this was America, the land of opportunity.

"Where's my locker?" she asked. "I'd better get dressed…"

"So eager," said Sherry, shaking her head. "You'll learn."

"If I can find somebody like Ben, I'm sure I'll learn a lot," she laughed. "But I need a costume, too. Where do I get it?"

"Check with the equipment manager," said Sherry, pointing. "And get a move on. Bradford likes to come through. You should have your entire costume on before then."

Debbie hardly heard the other girl warning. She was in a trance, enthralled with the idea of hitting it big like this. Cheerleader today, movie star tomorrow. It was possible. And it would happen; she just knew it.

She took the skimpy costume from the bored man behind the grate and moved to find herself an empty locker. She was a little uneasy again about stripping and putting the tiny costume on, but this time it wasn't so bad. There were only the other cheerleaders around other girls. Debbie had to suck in her breath when she saw so much naked flesh.

And beautiful naked flesh at that. She had assumed that she would be the standout on the team. She was lovely and she knew it. But these girls at least equaled her firm tits and flaring ass and tapering legs. They moved with easy grace. No trace of sag marred any of their bouncing, jostling boobs. And none of them seemed the least bit self-conscious about wandering around naked.