Asstr Cheerleader

🛑 ALL INFORMATION CLICK HERE 👈🏻👈🏻👈🏻

Asstr Cheerleader
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's
fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states
would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended
by adult themes, you should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects.
There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I
urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.
This work is © 2004 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute,
provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website
or included in any archive without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are
made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events
& institutions is pure coincidence.
Nicola gave a friendly smile as she stood before him in his office.
"Thanks Mr. Sacks," she breathed in her sexiest voice. "I
promise I won't let you down."
Steve Sacks smiled back and silently thanked his ol' buddy Vic Spinetti
for doing him this favor. Steve was manager for the Dorado City Diablos,
one of the lower-ranked NFL teams. Hell, they were the lowest. Last week
Vic had called him up and asked him for a favor. He had this starlet in Hollywood,
an Australian babe named Nicola, who was up for a part in a big studio production.
Just a bit part, but larger than anything she'd ever done before. The catch
was, she would be playing a cheerleader. Being Australian, she knew nothing
about football or cheerleading, so Vic suggested she come down to Dorado
City and spend two weeks training with their squad.
Their phone conversation had ended with Vic chuckling. "I think,"
he had laughed, "that this is more a case of me doin' you a favor rather
than the other way round."
Now, as she stood before him, Steve could see what it was that his pal
had meant.
Nicola was totally hot. As an NFL manager, he'd seen loads of cheerleaders
wiggle through his office, but Nicola was something else. She had long, chestnut-colored
hair that framed her model-pretty face and cascaded across her shoulders.
Her eyes were the bluest blue he'd ever seen, and her smile was out of this
world. So sweet, yet with a wicked glint that suggested that Nicola was a
girl who liked to have fun.
She was dressed in just a t-shirt and shorts, casual clothes that she'd
just thrown on but still seemed to wear them with the express purpose of
showing off her body. The shorts hugged tight across the curves of her buttocks,
and, as Nicola had dispensed with wearing a bra, her boobs were plainly visible
straining against the tight, white material, threatening to pop out of the
scooped neck that flaunted her impressive bare cleavage.
Nicola carried herself like a model, standing with one leg out, her hand
on her hip, her tits thrust forward. Every so often she'd raise an elegant
arm and flick her mane of hair back over her shoulder, causing her boobs
to wobble. Every move this girl made suggested she was aware of how gorgeous
she was, and how she wanted every man who laid eyes on her to enjoy the show.
"Well, it's the least I can do," Steve said modestly. "Our
team doesn't always do too well, but at least I can say we've got a great
cheerleading squad."
That was true. The Lil' Devils were the hottest cheerleaders in the whole
West Coast Conference. They prided themselves on sporting the smallest, most
revealing costumes of any NFL cheerleading squad. The top was a red sequined
boob-tube, with a cute cartoon devil on it. The miniskirt was as short as
decency allowed, a thin strip of matching material that scarcely concealed
the tight red panties the Lil' Devils wore underneath.
"Is that the uniform?" Nicola asked, pointing to the outfit
sitting on Steve's desk.
"It sure is," he replied, proudly holding up the best thing
about the Dorado City Diablos. "Why don't we try this on you, right
now?"
Nicola laughed. "Sure! You've only got 2 weeks to lick me into shape
as an American football cheerleader, so let's get started right now."
Vic had promised Steve that Nicola was always up for a bit of fun, and
now was a good time to see if he meant it. Clutching the uniform, the team
manager vaulted over his desk and in a second he was all over Nicola like
a moderately priced men's garment.
"I can't wait to see you in this," Steve drooled as his busy
hands worked to help Nicola out of her clothes. Nicola giggled as he yanked
her t-shirt upwards, exposing her bare boobs. Next Steve plunged his hands
into the waistband of Nicola's shorts and tugged them down around her deliciously
shaped calves.
With her shirt bunched up under her chin and her pants down around her
legs, Nicola couldn't stop laughing. Steve made an ineffectual attempt to
wrap the cheerleading uniform on Nicola's nude body, but it was obvious he
was more interested in groping the starlet.
"Ahem!" cried out a voice. Nicola and Steve spun around to see
who had interrupted them. Standing in the doorway, glaring at the amorous
couple, stood a beautiful young woman. She had a long mane of glorious red
hair, but that wasn't her most striking feature.
In Hollywood Nicola had met plenty of well-endowed ladies, but this girl
put them all in the shade (especially if they stood underneath her). She
was blessed with enormous tits that seemed to stand out several feet from
her chest. Like Nicola, she was wearing a t-shirt, but unlike Nicola she
was wearing a bra. The lacy garment visibly strained under the monumental
task of supporting those gigantic jugs.
Steve became very sheepish. Reluctantly, he let go of the half-naked starlet.
"Nicola Baron, this is Pam Bethlehem, Program Director for the Lil'
Devils."
Nicola was too busy gaping at those titanic tits to hear him. Then she
remembered the disarray of clothing and hurried to cover herself up.
Pam's boobs sauntered into Steve's office and then, a short while later,
Pam herself followed. She regarded Nicola with a cold stare that showed her
contempt for the newcomer.
"Ah yes, the starlet ." The way Pam said it, you'd think that
'starlet' meant 'prostitute'.
"Um, yes," Nicola stammered. "I'm the one you've got 2
weeks to turn into a cheerleader."
Pam's frosty gaze sized her up. "Honey," she snarled in a southern
accent, "I couldn't turn you into a cheerleader if I had 2 decades."
"Come on, Pam," interjected Steve with a nervous laugh. "If
anyone can do it, you can."
The busty belle didn't reply, but her eyes fell upon Nicola's boobs. "I
don't think she had quite the right... assets." With that, Pam thrust
her own chest out, nearly knocking over a lamp.
Blushing, Nicola folded her arms across her chest. She'd never been wanting
in the titty department, being blessed with a natural pair of very fine 38Bs.
Indeed, she was most fortunate to become a model at a time when boobs were
back in style. But at this moment, standing in Mr. Sack's office with the
haughty Pam Bethlehem looking down her nose at her, Nicola felt positively
flat-chested.
Sighing, Pam arched her back, and Nicola nearly had to duck for cover
as her triple-D hooters practically lunged at her. "I guess I can give
it my best shot."
"Can I try the uniform on now?" Nicola asked, holding up the
sparkly little strips of red material.
"No you may not!" Pam yelled. "You don't get to wear that
uniform until I say you can!"
Beet-red from the tongue-lashing, Nicola nodded.
"And in future, you will address me as ma'am ."
Nicola just nodded. She knew it was a common enough in the US, but in
Australia nobody called someone ma'am unless they were taking the piss.
"Now get your butt down the showers, I'll sort you out later,"
said Pam. With a woosh of air, her hand shot out and slapped Nicola's bottom.
She squealed in reply and made a hasty exit from the office.
Steve sighed. "Do you have to be so abrupt with people?"
Pam rounded on him angrily. "What the hell were you doing with the
flat-chested slut?"
"Pam, please," Steve groveled. "You know I'd never cheat
on you... and the girls." He hungrily eyed up Pam's mammoth assets,
heaving gently to and fro in their lacy hammock courtesy of Pam's boisterous
outburst.
The red-head was mollified somewhat by his groveling tone. "You better
not."
Still excited by his fumble with Nicola, Steve reached out and squeezed
Pam's tits through her clothes. God, she had a fabulous pair. It was just
a shame that she kept them under wraps so much.
Pam let out a low growl of sexual hunger. She knew her boobs were her
best assets and allowed her to have any man she wanted. Which was just as
well, as the chaste Southern belle actually had one hell of an appetite for
cock.
She raised her arms and allowed Steve to divest her of her shirt and bra.
Free of their confines, Pam's tits hung forward even more, ballooning out
before like a couple of zeppelins, topped with thick, dark areolas the size
of teacups, and chubby pink nipples.
No matter how many times he got his hands on Pam's goodies, Steve never
grew tired of her twin torpedoes. However... he did wish that Pam would be
more open with her assets. It would really help the Diablo's public profile
if she got them out there abit more. Nothing too daring, just posing for
some tasteful pictures. But Pam always refused.
Steve's hands slid over her mammoth mammaries, down her slender waist
and began to unbuckle Pam's jeans. He knew that Pam's prudish exterior belied
the slut she really was, but he had agreed to keep it their secret.
Gently, Steve tugged down Pam's jeans and panties. His face level with
her crotch, his nostrils filled with the musky scent of her pussy. She was,
as usual, dripping wet.
With a single sweep of her arm, the naked Pam cleared Steve's desk. Then
she lay back, opening her legs. Pam slipped her fingers into her gaping gash,
pulling out her labia so that it hung between her lower lips like a thick,
drooling tongue. As her digits diddled away inside herself, Steve could hear
the unmistakable sounds of slurping.
"Come on, Steve," the red-head murmured, her fingers teasing
away at her clit. "You know I need it."
His cock, engorged with lust, stood out before him like a lamp-post. The
purple-headed monster throbbed slightly, eager to be sliding between Pam's
love muscles.
Steve climbed onto the desk atop of Pam and with a gasp thrust his dick
deep inside her. Pam let out a throaty gasp of pleasure, wrapping her legs
around Steve's waist, squeezing him tight as if trying to force Steve's entire
body into her slavering pussy.
He responded by easing his manhood further inside her, concentrating on
the heavenly sensation of her cunt muscles contracting to engulf his cock.
But Steve's mind drifted to thoughts of Nicola. He'd only just met her
five minutes before, but he wanted her so badly. Pam was a hellfuck, but
somehow he sensed the Aussie babe would do things he could only dream about.
Pam began moaning with pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me," she whined,
squealing out in a high, sexy little voice. Steve's cock obliged, pistoning
in and out of her, pumping away at her deliciously hot cunt.
"Mmmmmmmhhh!" Pam cried out in a voice that must've carried
halfway across the stadium. For all Pam's attempts at discretion, in the
throes of passion she'd often give herself away. Not that Steve cared much,
he longed for the day he could stand on the bleachers and cry out "I've
titty-fucked Pam Bethlehem!" but as long as she demanded they keep their
hot 'n' nasty episodes a secret, Steve had to do as he was told.
The most obscene slurping noises were emanating from Pam's pussy, as Steve
worked her well-lubricated love canal. She was so wet, her juices slopped
out of her cunt and formed a creamy glue that kept Steve's cock securely
fixed to her socket.
Pam's body shuddered as he pounded her. Her gigantic boobs were the most
astonishing sight, wobbling back and forth across her chest with each thrust.
Even though she was lying on her back, Pam's prime assets stood out before
her, defying gravity even in this position. One of Pam's well-manicured fingers
wrapped around a nipple, and the fuck-frenzied minx accompanied Steve's effort
with some tweaking and tugging of her own.
Steve could feel the sap rising within him. Pam's juddering undulations
up and down his prick grew faster, hotter, wetter. Her cries increased in
pitch until they were barely-audible squeals.
"I'm gonna come," Steve grunted, breathless.
"Yeah," Pam gasped, increasing the grip of her thighs around
his waist so to draw more of his manhood inside her quivering quim, "Me
too."
With a final thrust, Steve's cock wedged even deeper inside Pam's cunt,
pulsed violently, and sprayed the tenderest part of wet bits with a shower
of fresh spunk.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh Goooooooooooooooooddddddd," moaned Pam. Her
chest heaved with the effort to catch her breath, "I needed that!"
Nicola walked into the cheerleader's locker-room to be confronted with
the sight of a dozen gorgeous girls in various states of undress.
"Um, hi," said Nicola nervously. "My name's Nicola, I'm
the new girl." After the reception Pam had given her, Nicola was uncertain
how the Lil' Devils would greet her.
"Hiiii!" squealed one of the girls. A sparkly blonde, she leapt
forward to embrace the newcomer with such enthusiasm that her towel slipped
away from her luscious body and Nicola found herself being hugged by a damp,
naked cheerleader. Taken aback by the tenderness of this welcome, it was
all the Aussie starlet could do but pat her on her bare back and try and
ignore the tits pressed against her own.
The others all crowded around as well, forming a tantalizing T&A buffet.
As Nicola ogled the girls, she realized they all looked almost the same-
pretty, blonde, with sleek, tanned, well-toned physiques, and nice perky
boobs.
"Oh, like, wow!" gushed the cheerleader extricating herself
from Nicola. "It is so cool that you're here. I'm Melanie, you'll be
sharing a room with me and Lisa. On behalf of the whole squad, welcome to
the Lil' Devils."
"Sensational. By the way, my mates call me Knickers." Nicola
was pleased if over-awed by the reception committee. The only difference
between the girls seemed their eye colors- some brown, some blue. Only Melanie
had a sparkling pair of green eyes that Nicola found enchanting.
"Oh, Knickers, it's gonna be so much fun!" Melanie couldn't
stop giggling, and jumping up and down, causing her bare boobs to rub against
Nicola. "We can stay up late, and talk about clothes, and make-up, and
boys... I know you're only gonna be here for a couple of weeks, but we'll
make sure it's the coolest two weeks!"
"Your accent is, like, totally awesome," said an impressed Lisa.
"You must get so many guys."
The Aussie starlet laughed. "Yeah, I get more than my fair share
of dick. Is that the uniform?"
Lisa was decked out in the full Lil' Devils costume, a glittering red
tube-top pulled tight across her chest, and matching miniskirt that showed
off her sleek thighs. Grinning, she did a twirl to show off the outfit. Nicola
reached out and touched the costume, running her fingertips over Lisa's sequin-clad
body. To Nicola, the American cheerleader and her distinctive uniform represented
the ultimate sexual fantasy. She couldn't wait to get her clothes off and
slip into one of her own.
Nicola relaxed. Perhaps this adventure wouldn't be so bad after all?
"Wow, thanks for the warm welcome," she said. "I was abit
worried there, after meeting the Program Director."
In unison, the blondes all let out an exasperated sigh and rolled their
eyes.
"Pam Bethlehem is, like, a total bitch."
"Yeah. She's soooo strict. She made all these rules we have to follow.
No parties. No dating. No fraternizing with the players. And absolutely no
sex."
Nicola gasped in shock. "You're joking? Here you are, a crack team
of totally fuckable cheerleading babes, and you're not allowed to have sex?"
Their eyes wide, the girls all nodded solemnly.
"And," added Melanie, "she's a total hypocrite. Cos, rumor
has it she's always banging the team manager. Even stays in his guesthouse
so he's never too far away. Only she pretends she's a real goody-twoshoes."
"Yeah," Lisa shook her head, flicking back her lustrous blonde
bangs. Her ruby red lips formed a delicious pout. "We never get to have
any fun."
Nicola frowned. "That's no good. We need to throw a party, invite
the boys."
Melanie's eyes grew big. "Yeah, that would be cool."
Lisa's lips curved upward in a wicked smirk. "A private party. Where
we can really show 'em our moves." She wiggled her hips in a little
dance, causing her boobs to bounce.
Nicola laughed. She could tell she was going to enjoying hanging out with
these girls!
"First lesson," announced Pam in a supercilious tone. "There's
more to cheerleading than prancing about in a short skirt. It's about being
friendly, warm, and inviting."
"Yes, ma'am." Nicola was in a grumpy mood. She still hadn't
been given her own costume, and, while the other girls were at the stadium
practicing, Pam had dragged her away on a 'field trip'.
"But what has all this got to do," Nicola asked curtly, "with
the local shopping mall?"
That's where Pam had taken her, to the Northfield Dorado City Mall. Nicola
had no clue what this dull locale had to do with cheerleading.
Pam gave the Australian starlet a sour look. Nicola pronounced mall 'm-aal'
instead of 'm-aul', which Pam always associated with snooty foreigners and
their phony accents.
"We are here," Pam lectured in her finest 'Southern Belle' voice,
"for a little training exercise. A cheerleader should always be perky
and gracious in any situation. You are going to stop strangers and ask them
if there's anywhere around here you can get a cup of coffee. I'm going be
up on the mezzanine watching you. You'll be awarded points for being as nice
and approachable as possible. I expect to see lots of energy, lots of style.
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle."
"Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle," Nicola repeated, beaming. If she
was ever going to become a cheerleader and land that part, she had to put
aside her dislike of Pam and work as hard as possible. So, the Aussie starlet
put on her bestest smile and walked into the throng.
She felt more than a little silly, standing around. Nicola glanced upwards,
catching sight of Pam standing high above her, her over-critical eyes watching
her every move.
OK, Knickers, she told herself, this is it. Show time!
A couple of teenage girls were perusing a magazine stand. Nicola walked
over to them.
"Hi! Um, could you tell me if there's anywhere around here that serves
great coffee?"
The girls stared at Nicola for a few seconds, then burst into a raucous
fit of giggles. Everyone turned to look in their direction to see what all
the fuss was about. Nicola blushed furiously and scuttled off.
Overhead, Pam shook her head, signaling her displeasure.
Nicola clenched her jaw and swore to herself she'd do better next time.
After all, she was an actress, wasn't she?
She spotted two guys walking down the aisle toward her. Good looking,
late twenties, they were engrossed in conversation.
Nicola drew a breath. She was going to show Pam just how friendly she
could be.
The guys were coming closer. Time to bring out the big guns (so to speak)!
Nicola unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, adjusting her boobs
with both hands to show off a generous amount of cleavage.
It worked. As they walked past, the guys glanced sideways, pausing just
a moment to take a good look at Nicola's partially exposed tits. It was long
enough for the Aussie starlet to work her magic.
"Hi, guys!" she hailed them cheerfully. Acting very casual,
Shes A Shemale
Hot Babe Getting Fucked
Chemales Videos