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Another Story About Cheerleaders and Gangbangs II
by Lester
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Part 2: Another Cliche (Can You Say "Babysitter"?)
Troy didn't know what to expect when he returned
to school, but everyone pretty much left him alone.
There seemed to be a new, grudging respect,
although no one talked about it. Things almost
seemed normal, although after that experience he
didn't think he'd ever feel "normal" again.
Basketball season ended when the varsity lost
their second round game in the state tournament.
On a Friday just over three weeks since the day of
the incident, Troy arrived home from school,
thinking about what he and his friends might do
that night.
"Oh, Troy", said his mom, "I'm sorry, but you won't
be able to go out tonight." "Why not?", he cried.
"Your dad's boss asked him to come to a party
tonight honoring some of their top clients. It was at
the last minute, but it's a great opportunity for him
in his career. We really have to go, and I just don't
want you out of the house when we will be gone
until late. I doubt if we'll be back before 2 or 3 a.m."
He had to admit she was right, but he was still
ticked. Now he'd have to spend his Friday night
looking after his kid sister, Chrissy. Some thrill!
He slumped against the kitchen wall feeling sorry
for himself.
"I know you're much too old for a sitter", his mom
continued, "but we didn't think it would be fair to
ask you to spend your Friday night sitting for
Chrissy, so we asked someone to come over. And
don't give me that look! She's not here to look after
you. You can spend the evening in your room
doing whatever you want, so at least you won't
have to worry about your sister."
Well, might as well get the whole disaster. "Who
is she?" "It's Michelle Gorman. She has sat for
Chrissy before. Plus it works out well since her
parents are out of town tonight and really didn't like
the idea of Michelle staying home alone. I told
them she could stay overnight here in our guest
room." Suddenly things didn't sound so bad, but of
course he couldn't let his mom see that! "I guess
it will be OK", he said, with a flat, emotionless
voice, while inside his heart was threatening to
pound right out of his chest.
Just then there was a knock on the door, and his
mom answered. It was Michelle, and MAN did she
look hot! She was wearing a polo shirt which was
just tight enough to nicely show off her curves
without looking slutty, shorts which displayed her
perfect legs but weren't too short to appear trampy,
along with a smile that was threatening to burn his
eyes out. "Michelle!", Chrissy shreiked as she flew
into the room. "Come on, come on, let's go play a
game." She grabbed Michelle's hand and started
tugging. Of course, he had to keep his cool but
deep down he wanted to react just like his eight
year old sister! "Troy, please take Michelle's bag
up to the guest room," said his mom. "Chrissy,
run on ahead and I'll be right along. You can start
setting up the game," said Michelle. She walked
up to Troy and handed him her bag. "Thanks,
Troy," she said, then in a voice too soft for anyone
else to hear added, "After Chrissy goes to sleep
you and I can play."
Troy's pounding heart began doing backflips. He
couldn't believe that his mom didn't notice his
reactions, but knew he had to hide them or she
might get suspicious. Here he had been feeling
sorry for himself over his bad luck when instead
this was shaping up to be an incredible night. He
took the bag upstairs, then hurried down to where
Chrissy and Michelle were setting up the game.
Chinese checkers! All right, that was way better
than Candyland! He sat down to join the girls.
Chrissy smiled at him, obviously glad that her big
brother had decided to join in their play. His
parents came in to say goodnight. Although she
didn't say anything, he could tell his mom was glad
that he had joined the girls rather than holing up in
his room.
The evening passed quickly. Popcorn, games,
and a couple of Chrissy's videos later (at least she
had chosen some pretty funny Loony Toons!)
Michelle announced that it was time to Chrissy to
go to bed. Of course the little girl protested, but
Michelle said she'd help her get ready, and
Chrissy acquiesed. She gave Troy a hug and said
goodnight. He felt a little guilty. He didn't often
have much time for his pesky little sister, but she
obviously looked up to him and was genuinely
pleased that he had spent so much time with her
tonight. He made a vow to spend more time with
her in the future.
After the girls disappeared upstairs he began to
fidget nervously in the settee. He wasn't sure what
to do. Now that the time was here he was
incredibly nervous. He peeled off his shirt, tossed
it across the room, and settled on to the settee to
wait.
"God, are you eager!" Now he turned red.
Obviously taking his shirt off had been the wrong
move. "You know, we have to wait until we are
absolutely sure that Chrissy is asleep. You
wouldn't want her to surprise us while we're
playing, would you?" Troy hung his head. Michelle
laughed. "Don't worry, it isn't anything to get upset
about." She sat next to him in the settee. "You
really have a nice chest." She began to run her
fingers over his chest. It felt great! He began to
reach for her leg, but she caught his hand and put
it back by his side. "Only one play rule. You have
to let me in total control. You do exactly what I say.
I won't ask you to do anything you won't enjoy, and
if you really don't want to do something, you don't
have to, but then the game is over. OK?" "Yeah,
that's alright with me", he said.
Michelle settled back on the other side of the
settee and they began to make small talk. Troy's
brain was so roiling with emotions that he really
wasn't aware of the conversation. Then Michelle
said she'd check on Chrissy. Troy waited
nervously. Michelle came partway down the stairs
and beckoned to him. "Sound asleep!", she
whispered when he drew near. "Let's go to your
room." He stepped past her and led the way.
Michelle closed the door behind them and locked
it. "We don't want Chrissy to walk in on us if she
awakens, do we?" She stepped forward, slid her
arms around his neck, and kissed him. "Loosen
your lips a little." He slipped his arms around her
waist as he kissed her again. The softness of her
body against his bare chest felt incredible. She
began to poke the tip of her tongue between his
lips, and he reciprocated. It was heavenly! All he
had been thinking about this evening was sex, but
just standing here, holding Michelle and kissing
her was a fantastic feeling. He began to realize
that there were a lot more delights with this girl
than just fucking her.
Michelle broke their lip lock. "I really like the feeling
of kissing a guy who is the same height as I am.
It's nice not to have to crane my neck up while were
doing it." Troy was surprised to hear that his short
size might actually have its advantages. She told
him to drop his arms and relax. She began to
nuzzle his neck, then moved down to his chest.
She nibbled and licked her way across his chest,
finally flicking his left nipple with her tongue. He
was surprised to see his nipples get hard. She
drew his nipple into her mouth and began to suck
furiously. He moaned with pleasure. "Do you like
that?", she asked. "I heard that some guys enjoy
having their nipples stimulated, but unfortunately
Jordan isn't one of them." She worked her way
down, licking his stomach, then running her
tongue in his navel. It felt great!
Next, she loosened his belt, opened his shorts,
then pulled them and his underwear off with one
motion. She gazed at his hard cock and hummed
with pleasure. "I don't get it", he said. "I know my
cock is pretty average sized, yet all you girls seem
to find it fascinating." Michelle giggled. "It's exactly
the same size and shape as Robin's favorite
dildo." "What?" "She has this dildo that's not too
long, but is nicely thick and curved in such a way
that is automatically hits all the right spots. We've
all used it and love it, so when we first saw your
cock, everyone knew it would really do the trick!"
Troy was so stunned by this revelation of
cheeleader games that he couldn't speak.
"I'm going to take the edge off so we can really
have fun playing", said Michelle. She proceded to
suck his cock past her sexy lips. She ran her
tongue over the sensitive underside and began to
bob her head, licking and sucking and driving Troy
over the top. He squirted his cum into her mouth
as she swallowed every drop. When he finished,
she licked her lips, then, standing, she kissed him
again. "Now it's my turn."
She guided his hands to the bottom of her shirt
and directed him to draw it over her head. She
was wearing a sexy lace bra that accented her
lovely tits, with their soft curves rising above the
top. She told him to lick and kiss her body just like
she did for him, but told him to stick to the
uncovered areas. Troy decided to take his time
and really explore. He could tell that she would
enjoy this approach better that if he rushed. So he
slowly kissed her neck and nibbled on her soft
shoulders. He worked his way down her right arm,
and spent time licking the inside of her elbow,
which her reactions showed she really enjoyed.
He decided to cross her up and moved behind her.
He used his lips and tongue to pleasure every
square inch of her back, nibbling along the skin
just above her shorts as he worked his way back
to her front.
He licked her navel just like she had his, and she
seemed to like it just as much. He worked his way
up her stomach, skipped over her bra, and began
to kiss her chest, licking the soft curves of her
breasts where they rose above the top of her bra.
She told him to reach behind her and unhook her
bra. He slowly drew it down her arms, then stared
at her breasts. He couldn't believe how lovely they
were or how great it made him feel to look at them.
He caressed them lightly with his fingertips, then
bent forward and one by one drew her nipples into
his mouth. Alternating, he sucked at them
furiously and was rewarded with her moans of
pleasure.
She stopped him and directed him to caress her
legs. He knelt before her and ran his hands up
and down their finely turned lengths. He loved the
feel of her well toned muscles beneath her soft
skin. He could have continued for hours. Instead
she stopped him and had him draw off her shorts
and panties. He gazed in delight at the soft brown
hair covering her pussy. Before he could make a
move, she stepped away and laid down on his
bed. She spread her legs and directed him to lie
between them with his face at her crotch. With her
fingers she gave him a guided tour of her genitals
telling him exactly how she wanted him to kiss and
lick them. Then she turned him loose.
He was a little apprehensive, but wanted to make
her feel great. It helped that he knew exactly what
she wanted him to do and in what order to do it.
He kissed and nibbled at her pussy, using his lips
to pull and worry her labia, licking his tongue into
her hole, and finally flicking, licking, and then
sucking her clit. Her juices began to flow. They
soaked his chin as he savored their flavor.
Suddenly she clamped her thighs tightly against
his head. He had trouble breathing, but decided to
continue to lick and suck her clit. The pressure on
his head became almost unbearable when she
stiffened and expoded in orgasm. She dropped
back limply and told him to back off. He lightly
licked her pussy lips as she came down from the
brink.
Finally, she told him to work his way upward. He
nuzzled and licked his way up her torso, spending
some extra time kissing her breasts and sucking
on her nipples. He made his way to her lips and
kissed her passionately. He felt her hand close
around his cock, and she guided the head into her
moistness. He tried to thrust, but her hand
stopped him. "Slowly", she said. So he began to
ease his cock into her. Satisfied that he wouldn't
rush, she took her hand away. He couldn't believe
how great she felt. This was so much better than
what he had experienced in the locker room.
When he was fully inside, he stopped. He kissed
her and began to pump, slowly at first, then picking
up steam. He began to focus on nothing but his
cock pistoning in and out of her vagina, when she
pushed hard on his shoulders, causing him to
come out of her.
"Don't just think of yourself", she said. "I like to be
stroked and kissed while you are fucking me."
Troy nodded. He reinserted himself, and made a
point of nuzzling her neck and fondling her breasts
as he began to pump again. He built up steam,
playing his hands over her body. Finally he
reached a new level of speed. Michelle knew
enough not to press him at this point. Once again
he concentrated on his cock, feeling the cum
boiling in his balls, then slamming home hard as
he filled her with his spunk. He collapsed on her,
exhausted, and loved the feel of her soft body
beneath her. He took some of his weight on his
elbows, and kissed her gently.
His softening cock slipped out of her, and he rose
from the bed. "Where are you going?", she asked.
"Don't worry", he said. He lifted her legs, reached
underneath her and pulled out the covers, drawing
them back over her. He walked to the door,
unlocked it, and turned off the light. Then he
returned, joining her under the covers, lying on his
left side with her back and ass snuggled against
him, his right arm circling her with her soft breasts
resting on his forearm.
He woke to a sound in the hall. Momentarily he
wasn't sure where he was, then he felt Michelle
next to him, in the same position, the covers lying
over their hips with their torsos bare. A light
around the doorframe showed him that his
parents were in the hall, but before he could react
he saw the line of light widen. Someone was
opening the door! He could do nothing but pretend
to be asleep, cracking his eyelids so that he could
see. The door opened and he saw his mom's
silhouette. He braced for the explosion. Michelle's
bare breasts were uncovered, and it would be
obvious to anyone that the two of them were
naked. He waited in trepidation, then was amazed
when his mom just backed out of the room and
closed the door again. He didn't know what to
think, but the warmth of Michelle against him and
his exertions of the evening soon had him drifting
back to sleep.
He was awakened again by the opening of the
door. Clearly it was now morning. He and
Michelle were much as before, except that she
was lying more on her back than her side. His
eyes were wide open, so he couldn't pretend as he
looked at his mom. She laid her finger on her lips,
then whispered, "Your dad, Chrissy, and I are
going shopping. We won't be back until sometime
after lunch. Your dad thinks Michelle is in the
guest room. He'd explode if he knew what you two
have been doing." Then she left, pulling the door
shut behind her. He was stunned. What was
going on? He agreed that his dad would be
furious, but what about his mom?
The sound of the car woke Michelle. She sat up in
panic. "Oh my God, it's morning! What will your
parents say!" Troy rubbed her shoulder and in a
calming voice explained what had happened. "You
mom doesn't mind?" "I don't know what is
happening, but I do know ..." He took her hand and
laid it on his hard cock. "Boys!", she laughed. Troy
replied, "Well, we are home alone, so we might as
well take advantage of it." "Typical male logic!
Well, OK. I must have been having some dream,
'cause I'm soaking wet already. Go to it!"
Troy didn't need any further encoragement. He
quickly climbed on top of Michelle. He pushed with
his crotch and was excited to find that he slid right
into her without having to use his hand. He tried to
remember to pleasure her, but the feelings were
so strong that he sometimes lost his
concentration. He picked up the pace, and soon
was once again filling her pussy with his orgasm.
He kissed her and rolled off, sighing with delight.
"I love you, Michelle!" Michelle frowned. "You know
I can't go out with a sophomore." "Other seniors
date sophomores." "Senior girls?" He had to
admit that the only couples he knew were the other
way. "Besides", she said, "the head cheerleader
is almost obligated to date an athlete." "You mean
you're going back to Jordan?" "No way, I probably
just won't date anyone. Besides, we should be
able to find plenty of time to play over summer. I'll
have to watch you though. After training you to be a
great lover, I don't want some girlfriend to take all
your time and leave nothing to me." "There's an
easy solution to that, you know. You could be my
girlfriend." "Sorry, Troy. You've heard what I said.
Don't give up, though. A two year age difference is
nothing once you're out of high school." Well, it
was better than nothing.
They got up and headed to the bathroom. He was
glad she didn't object when he joined her in the
shower. Washing her lucious body with his soapy
hands was yet another terrific new experience.
The feel of her soft hands washing him just about
drove him wild. As they rinsed, he couldn't take it
any more. He gently pushed her into the corner of
the tub, and picked up her right leg, resting her foot
on the rim of the tub. To his delight, she grabbed
his shoulders and raised her left leg to the rim on
the long side. He grabbed her waist to steady her,
and she reached down, drawing him to her. Once
again he felt the delight of his cock sliding into her
warm wet tunnel. Another new experience -
fucking standing up. It quickly became apparent
that this position didn't allow for much other play,
so he concentrated on pumping into her until for
the third time he splashed his semen over her
inner places.
Drying each other off was another great new
feeling. They separated to dress, and in Michelle's
case, to muss up the guest room bed. Troy pulled
on a pair of shorts and decided to go shirtless. He
headed down to the kitchen and began to make
some breakfast - orange juice, milk, toaster
waffles, and microwave sausage. Michelle joined
him. She looked incredible in a halter top and
shorts. "I brought some more conservative clothes
in case your parents were home, but they aren't, so
I'm giving you a treat!" Troy agreed wholeheartedly
that looking at her was a treat. They ate breakfast,
then Troy pointed out that they still had time before
his parents would get home, ogling her lucious
form as he said so. "You are a greedy one, aren't
you!", Michelle said, laughing. "Aren't three fucks in
less than a day enough?" Troy blushed and
looked sheepish. "It's just that you feel so great,
and I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to do this
again." "Don't worry. You still have some learning
to do, but you are an attentive student. Before I'm
done you'll be the best lover in the school. Given
the general quality of high school boys that may
not be saying much, but believe me, you'll rank
well by any scale. No way am I not going to take
advantage of that! But now I really need to go."
Troy didn't want her to leave, but he realized she
had to. He saw her to the car, and waved as she
drove away.
He was literally bouncing as he walked along. He
decided to mow the lawn, and when finished, went
on and completed all the household tasks that his
parents were always bugging him about. When
they got home, his dad was amazed, but his mom
gave him a knowing look. As soon as she had a
chance, she pulled him aside. "I should be furious
with you, and I really shouldn't be holding
information from your father", she said. Her face
softened. "But somehow, when I saw you, I just
felt so proud that my son had won such a beautiful
and popular girl as Michelle, so I guess I just
decided to be lenient. But no more! I don't ever
want you doing something like this under our roof
again, you understand?" "Yes, mom." He hated
lying to his mom, who he loved dearly, but he knew
in his heart that he would countinue to do
"something like this" again and again, as often as
Michelle would let him. With the thought of those
pleasures in his mind, he just couldn't bring
himself to feel guilty.
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