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True confessions of a cheerleader
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Copyright 1994 - Hem Merriman
The two girls were thirteen or fourteen when they knocked upon my door.
The screen was open and I could see them. One was tallish, with blonde
hair and a little too much makeup. The other was shorter with dark hair
and Mediterranean features: an olive complexion, large expressive eyes and
full sensuous lips. Both were slender. Both were dressed in identical
cheerleader outfits; blue sweaters with a big golden "M" on the chest and
dangerously short blue & gold pleated skirts. Both were so adorable that I
could barely keep my eyes off them.
"Hi?" the tall one said, smiling brightly. "We're from Marshall Middle
School? and we're trying to raise money for a trip tox to-" She looked to
the other girl for guidance. The other girl whispered something in the
tall girl's ear. "-Washington D.C.? And we're doing it by seeing if anyone
needed any housework done? We need to raisex" Once again, the pretty
little blonde girl looked to her dark-haired companion and received the
information she needed, a little louder this time. "-One thousand thirty
six dollars? So if you need some housework done?" She waved her arm in the
general direction of my front yard. "Or even some yard work?"
Every statement of hers ended in a question mark, as if she wasn't
quite sure I could hear her and was searching for feedback in my
expression before going on.
I could hear every word. She didn't seem frightened or nervous. Just
hopeful.
"Well," I said. "I could use some housework. I haven't dusted in two
weeks, and there's newspapers and other things strewn all over the living
room."
"We'll dust it for you!" the smaller girl said.
"Yeah," said the pretty blonde exitedly. "And we'll pick everything up,
too!"
"And put it away!" chimed in the pretty dark-haired girl.
"Well," I said, making the word two syllables. "We-ell, I don't know.
It might be pretty expensive for me. I really should pick up all this
stuff myself." That was a lie.
"We don't charge much!" said the brunette, sensing she was losing a
prospective customer. "Only five dollars an hour!"
"Five dollars?" I said incredulously.
"Apiece," the blonde added just to make sure I didn't misunderstand.
"Why, that seems reasonable," I said, scratching my head. "It shouldn't
take too long to pick all this up, so, okay. I'll hire you. I'll hire you
both."
I learned that the taller girl was named Michelle, and the dark-haired
girl was named Kiesha. They were both thirteen, both in the eighth grade,
and both just as succulent as succulent can be.
It took them a few minutes to get oriented. They were slightly dismayed
at first when they saw the mass of week-old newspapers, half-opened junk
mail, dirty paper plates, rumpled up napkins, pens, pencils, half-full
coffee cups, paper and assorted other necessities of bachelor life
crowding each other for space on every surface in my living room, but the
two girls soon pitched themselves into it. Michelle picked things up and
put them away. Kiesha dusted.
I watched them with half-concealed glee, for they had such energy.
Michelle would run up to me and ask, "Where does this go, Mr. Johnson?"
holding up some bit of useless debri. I showed her where the garbage
was-her eyes calculated the sink full of dirty dishes as we passed it-and
told her where I keep my pens, pencils, magazines, books, and remote
controls. Kiesha dusted with frenetic determination, her bright pink
tongue caught between luscious-looking lips. Both girls stretched and bent
and hopped and stooped and bounced all over my living room. It was such
fun to watch.
Especially when Kiesha had to reach way up high with the feather duster
and the hem of her already too short skirt rose another four inches up the
backs of her thighs, or when Michelle absent-mindedly scratched one of her
blossoming boobs through the scratchy-looking cheerleader sweater she
wore.
Within a half hour they had the living room spotless. I set Kiesha to
vacuuming while I took Michelle into the kitchen. The cute blonde girl
made a grimace when she saw mold actually growing on some of the dishes at
the bottom of the sink, but she threw herself into the task and began to
scrub every bit of dried up pancake mix, caked on barbecue sauce and
curdled cheese globule away. The water in the sink sloshed when she
scrubbed. The front of her sweater and cheerleader skirt got wet.
It took another half hour to finish vacuuming and clean up the kitchen.
By that time both of the girls' hair was a little bit frazzled, their eyes
a little bit worn, and their outfits a little bit frumbled. In Michell's
case it was not only frumpled but also extremely damp.
"All finished?" I said when the girls stood before me. "Let's see,
that's one hour at five dollars. Apiece." I added, smiling at Michelle. I
held the two five-dollar bills in my hand, and began to hand them to
Kiesha and Michelle when I stopped.
"You know," I said, as if just thinking of it. "My bathroom can use a
good scrubbing, too."
"Well, um," Michelle said uncertainly. She looked at her friend.
"Yeah," said Kiesha. "I think we oughta be going, Mr. Johnson." She
looked at the money hungrily.
I withdrew the five dollar bills and added twenty more to them. "I'll
pay you ten dollars each, plus the five you've already earned. That's
thirty dollars total. Just to clean my bathroom."
"Let's do it," Michelle whispered to her friend. "How bad can it be?"
Well, the bathroom wasn't too bad. Still, it warmed my heart to see
them down on their knees scrubbing my toilet bowl and bathtub. They had
sponges and buckets and scouring powder. Since they weren't professionally
trained sanitation engineers, they managed to slop quite a bit of soapy
water on themselves. Kiesha's skirt was drenched, and there were soap
bubbles in Michelle's hair. Both girls had removed their shoes and socks
to keep them dry, also because it felt better to work barefooted. At one
point Kiesha asked us both to leave because she said she needed to use the
toilet. We waited outside the door. Michelle blushed and forced an
embarrassed smile when she heard the faint tinkling of Kiesha's wee-wee
hitting the water below. There was a long pause. Suddenly, Michelle's
fingers flew up to her lips as she realized she was holding the bathroom's
only roll of toilet paper in her hand. All of the towels and scrubbing
cloths had been removed also. There was nothing in the bathroom that
Kiesha could use to wipe herself after she finished peeing. We heard the
toilet flush.
When the door opened, it was obvious to both of us that Kiesa had
simply pulled her panties up after she went wee-wee. The soft cotton
lining would soak everything up, including that incredible smell.
I offered them another five dollars apiece to straighten up my bedroom
before they left. There were just a few things to pick up and the bed
needed to be made.
At one point, Kiesha turned to me and asked, "Do you have a daughter,
Mr. Johnson?"
"No," I replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Wellx" said Kiesha, casting her eyes downward at my dresser. I
followed her gaze to where my panty drawer was slightly ajar. Lacy
unmentionables peeked out at the girl.
"No," I said, smiling. "Those are just some panties that some women
gave to me."
"Women give you their panties?" asked Kiesha, surprised at the idea.
"Why?" added Michelle, who was tugging the wrinkles out of one of my
bedsheets.
"Because they know how much I like them," I said.
"You like panties?" asked Kiesha, mildly puzzled.
"Oh, I like panties very much," I said emphatically.
"But, what do you do with them?" asked Michelle.
Kiesha snorted. "He probably wears them." Then she looked at me as if
she'd said something very bad and was waiting for me to get angry.
"No," I laughed. "I don't wear them."
"Then, what?" insisted Michelle.
I paused for a moment. If I came right out and told the two girls what
I actually did with those panties, they'd both run screaming from the
house. I had to lead them into this gently. "I play with them," I said
vaguely, in a casual offhanded way.
I think Kiesha was beginning to get some inkling, because she surprised
us both by saying, "I saw my brother playing with my panties once. He was
jacking off."
"Kiesha!" exclaimed Michelle in mock horror.
"Oh really?" I added, interested. "What did you think of that, Kiesha?"
"I thought it was kinda gross."
"But you watched anyway," I said, guessing.
"Yeah," she replied in a small voice. "I watched."
Bingo. Not only did she watch, but she probably helped herself to a
little honey pie afterwards.
"What did Adam do with your panties?" asked Michelle, confused.
"Well," answered Kiesha, as if I weren't even in the room at all. "He
wrapped them around his thingie and rubbed it. Pretty soon he got all
excited and white stuff shot out.
Oh, this was really too good to be true.
"Eewww!" Michelle cried, wrinkling up her nose in disgust. "How gross!
He orgasmed? On your panties?"
"No," said Kiesha, making the image very vivid. "He orgasmed inside my
panties."
"Is that what you do with your panties, Mr. Johnson?" asked Michelle.
But I was too intrigued by Kiesha's tale to answer. Instead, I turned
my attention to the suddenly very sultry-looking dark-haired girl, who
returned my interest with a knowing smile, and asked, "What did you do
with the panties afterwards, Kiesha?"
"I put them on," she replied matter of factly.
"I said," interrupted Michelle, miffed that I had ignored her. "Is that
what you do with your panties, Mr. Johnson?"
"Yes, of course it is," I answered curtly, but my attention was still
on Kiesha.
"How would you like to make a lot more money?" I asked the girl.
"How much?" she answered.
"Oh, say, fifty dollarsx. Apiece," I said, tilting my head towards
Michelle, who stood with her mouth open in shock.
"No!" she cried. "Kiesha! What are you doing?"
Kiesha thought for a microsecond, then answered her friend. "It's not
so bad. He just wants us to watch him jack off. It's no big deal. I've
seen it before. It's over in just a couple of minutes, and it's fifty
dollars, Miche."
"Butx butx" sputtered Michelle.
I dangled another hundred dollars in front of them. It was more for
Michelle's benefit than anything else, because I could see that Kiesha
already wanted to do it. Kiesha took the money and hushed her friend. "Be
quiet. Just watch."
Michelle's eyes got very big when I pulled out my cock. It was only
semi erect, but it jutted out a good eight inches, and drooped only a
little bit. Kiesha's lips parted when she saw it.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. Then I selected a pair of silk
leopard skin panties from my drawer, put my cock inside the panty with the
tip of my cock nestled gently against the crotch, letting the lacy
waistband drape down to tickle my balls, curled my fingers around my
rapidly hardening shaft, and slowly began stroking myself.
I watched as the girls' expressions went from shocked embarrassment to
open inquisitiveness. Kiesha made the first move, gliding forward to kneel
in front of me, her eyes intent on every movement of my hand, occasionally
moistening her voluptuous olive-colored lips with a bright pink tongue.
Michelle moved next to her, also watching. Her chest had begun to move up
and down with deep, regular movements.
"Has he orgasmed yet?" Michelle whispered to her friend.
"Shh! No. Not yet," Kiesha responded. "Be quiet and watch."
Then, in a very quiet voice, and speaking very slowly, almost in
monotone, Kiesha explained to her friend: "This is just like Adam. He'll
rub it for a while, like he's doing now. Pretty soon he'll start to
breathe real heavy, like he's tired or something. Then he'll get real
excited. When that happens, he's having an orgasm. That's when the white
stuff comes out."
Only I wasn't Adam. I could hold off my orgasm for as long as I wanted.
I mean it was fun and all showing these two cuties how a man fucks a pair
of panties, but I wanted more.
Much more.
Suddenly I groaned loudly. "Oh. it hurts!" I moaned. The girls jumped,
startled. They looked at me expectantly.
"It hurts because I can't come. My cock is so stiff, so hard, that it
hurts!
"And these panties aren't working. I've fucked them so many times
before that I've worn them out. I can't come in them anymore."
"Maybe if you try another pair of panties?" suggested Michelle
hopefully. I was touched by her concern.
"Well, I'll try," I said reaching down to select a pair of forest green
silk panties from my drawer.
"It's no use," I groaned a few minutes later. "These panties are all
old. I need some new ones. Kiesha! Please! can I use yours? Oh, it hurts
so bad!"
Kiesha backed away an inch or two, looking at me. "I don't think sx."
she began, when she was interrupted by Michelle.
"Kiesha! Please! can't you see he's in pain?" What an angel she was.
"Give him your panties so he can orgasm!"
Reluctantly, Kiesha stood up, and with excruciating slowness, began to
tug the hem of her cheerleader skirt up the smooth expanse of her thighs.
Fortunately, it was a short skirt. She soon had it bundled up around
her waist, and I was confronted with perfection.
For some reason, perhaps finances, Kiesha did not wear cheer pants
under the skirt. She wore simple, ordinary white floral print panties.
They were hip-huggers; somewhere between a full brief and a thong, and
they were very snug on her. In fact, it's possible that they were a size
too small, because the fabric was stretched to the limit, the tiny daisies
looked worn and faded, and the elastic leg-openings cut deeply into
smooth, firm, olive-colored thighs. Although there were no holes or tears,
it was obvious that this was a very well-worn pair of panties. I wondered
how long she had owned them.
There was no time to think any more, because Kiesha immediately hooked
her thumbs into the waistband of those panties and began to push them
down. I reached forward to stop her.
"No," I said gently. "Don't. I want to look at them for a moment."
And I did. For a long moment, asking Kiesha to turn around so I could
get a good look at her incredibly smooth, round ass. For pure turn-on
pleasure, there is just nothing quite as delectable as a sweet little
thirteen-year-old girl showing you her panties.
"Oh, they're so beautiful," I said with as much awe and reverence and
gratefulness as I could muster. Much of it was real.
"Thank you," Kiesha giggled. "Do you want me to take them off now?"
"Um," I said. "Do you mind if I do that for you, Kiesha?"
"Uh-uh," she shook her head, then moved a little closer, taking her
thumbs out of the waistband.
Then it was my turn to hook my fingers in the waistband of those
panties. I pulled them down past a smooth, round little belly, a
shockingly sparse triangle of silky dark fur (so sparse that in dim light
it would be almost invisible), and a dainty cleft filled with bright pink
and dark rosy shades of maroon. That's where I left them, stretched
between Kiesha's thighs, while I drank in the heartbreakingly beautiful
complexity of her pussy.
Leaving the panties on her thighs, I pulled the crotch inside out and
towards me, making a great show of inspecting the stains left by months of
minor bathroom accidents. The fleecy cotton crotch was sopping wet with
fresh stains, too. Remember, the girl had been working up quite a sweat a
little while ago, splashed herself with soapy water, had to forgo the use
of toilet paper when she went wee-wee, and she'd been watching some old
pervert jack off into strange lady's underwear (which had definitely had a
pronouncable slippery effect on her pussy). It's no wonder her panties
were soaked. My nose was only inches from her steaming gash. The aroma
eminating from her twat was almost overwhelming.
"PU!" said Michelle. "You need a bath!" She could smell it even from
where she sat, a few feet away from Kiesha and I. Kiesha responded with a
crestfallen look and tried to pull away from me.
"Oh no, honey," I said. "You don't! It smells wonderful."
"It does?" she asked, seeking confirmation. To prove my point, I pulled
her even closer and pushed my nose to within a millimeter of buttersoft
flesh. I inhaled deeply, ruffling the light covering of peachfuzz on her
mound.
"It does," I replied.
"Hee-hee! That tickles!" Kiesha said in response my breath washing over
her cunt. But she didn't move.
I replied with the unexpected; a tiny dry kiss planted squarely on the
soft, outward curving pad of flesh to the right of her swollen slash. She
responded with a sharp intake of breath, stiffened, and with eyes wide
said "That doesn't!"
Then my tongue came out, flicking against the fleshy pad on the other
side of her slit.
"That tickles a little bitx" she said. Her voice trailed off into a
husky sigh, and her hips undulated towards me.
"You know," I said as my tongue began to explore the dimpled beginning
of Kiesha's well-irrigated furrow. "If you girls can keep a secret, we can
have lots of fun."
"I like secrets," Kiesha said, arching her back and pressing her pussy
against my mouth. "Don't you, Michelle? Don't you like secrets?"
"Uh-huh," Michelle said, her eyes wide with wonder at what I was doing.
Another button had come undone from her blouse. One hand was inside,
squeezing. Slowly, almost as if in a trance, she stood up next to her
friend, then lifted the front of her skirt.
"I want to play too," she said just before my fingers began their
exploration of her whisper-thin, shiny pink nylon panties.
Well, we had a lot of fun after that. We ended up on the bed. I ate
both girl's pussies, one at a time. Michelle's pussy was smooth and sleek
and clean-tasting. Kiesha's pussy was rosy red and full and richly
flavored. She became extremely wet; her cunt filling with nectar faster
than I could lick it away. Both girls had enormous clits for females their
age. Michelle's was long and smooth and succulent-looking. Kiesha's was
short and stubby, but was as big around as my little finger. Determined
strokes of my tongue on each of these tender organs brought first Kiesha,
then Michelle, to crashing orgasms. Kiesha balled up when she came,
wrapping her arms around her chest and attempting to squeeze my head like
an olive between her thighs. I clamped my lips over her clit and sucked
like hell as she bucked beneath me, her skin going from hot to cold to hot
again, her clit growing rock hard, then softening quickly in my mouth.
Michelle squealed and attempted to pull herself away from me. Not because
she didn't like it, but because she could hardly stand it.
I taught them lots of things. How to suck a cock, for example. It took
them a while to get the hang of it, but eventually they were both bobbing
their heads up and down on my stiff wanger.
As soon as all the clothes were off I taught them to experiment on each
other; licking each other's pert nipples into alert stiffness, and shyly
tasting of the nectar between each other's thighs. They did 69 for me,
Kiesha on top, Michelle on the bottom. Kiesha came again, gasping over and
over, "Ohx ohx ohx" as she pressed her cheek against Michelle's
temporarily neglected pussy and urgently fucked her own suddenly needful
cunt against Michelle's mouth. A substantial rivulet of thick, rich, and
undoubtedly flavorful honey dribbled from her swollen pussy to slicken
Michelle's busy lips and tongue.
I taught Kiesha to make her thumb and middle finger into a little
U-shape, inserting the thumb in Michelle's pussy and the finger in her
asshole. "I can feel them touching inside her," she said, and she pushed
them a little deeper.
Michelle came again, too. I helped by inserting my cock in her mouth
and giving her clitty another severe tongue lashing while Kiesha
finger-fucked her pussy and asshole. We held her down so she couldn't
escape when the waves of ecstasy started blasting through her.
I taught Michelle how to find Kiesha's G-spot. "See? You put your
finger all the way in, like this," I demonstrated on our willing subject's
very wet, very-I had suddenly noticed-tight pussy. "Then you curve it up,
behind that bony ridge inside." Kiesha stiffened. She clenched the sheets
in surprise. Her eyes got very wide and she gasped "that's it! Oh God yes
that's it!"
Fortunately Michelle's fingers were very long and she was able to
produce the same effect when she tried it. "Wow," she smiled when Kiesha
thrashed wildly all over the bed. "I want you to do this to me, okay?"
Both girls got the fucking of their lives, too. I let Kiesha ride on
top of me, nearly losing it when she squatted above me and squirmed her
hot, wet, incredibly tight pussy down the length of my rock hard pole. I
fucked Michelle from behind, flinging her face-down on the bed, straddling
her thighs, and pulling her ass back to meet my meat. I started with her
delectable little butt high in the air like that, but my repeated pounding
drove her slender body flat against the mattress in no time.
We could've gone on all night, but it was getting late and these two
angels had to be running along home to mommy pretty soon. There was just
one minor detail to take care ofx.
I laid back on the bed. Kiesha wrapped her soggy panties around my
raging hard-on just like she'd seen me do with the panties from my drawer.
She tucked the head of my cock into the soft pussy pouch, letting the
waistband of her tiny panty drape down to tickle my balls. Then, while I
fingered Michelle's well-fucked pussy, she slowly began to stroke the
panties up and down my rock hard shaft.
I'd been on the verge of coming several times already. It was only by
sheer strength of will that I hadn't let a huge load of cum spurt into one
of these girl's soft, warm mouths, or into Michelle's sweet cunt when I
was slamming her against the bed from behind a few moments ago, or against
both girls' underripe titties (fertilizer, to help them grow). So I was
definitely ready to pop, and it was gonna be a gusher.
I felt it coming from a million miles away; a warm rush of blood and
fluid that began deep in my loins but soon spread like wildfire throughout
my body. Both girls watched intently as I, like Kiesha said, "got very
excited." Then I blew. My cock began gushing thick streams of white cream
into the pussy of Kiesha's soft cotton panties, soaking the entire
double-lined crotch from front to back. What the panty couldn't absorb
dripped down onto Kiesha's busy hand.
"Wow!" exclaimed Michelle, turning abruptly to watch the last few drops
of balljuice bubble out into Kiesha's panties. "That's really something!"
Kiesha giggled. It was a low, throaty giggle that spoke of satisfaction
and enjoyment. When it was over, she removed the panties from my cock and
inspected them, showing them to Michelle, lifting them to her nostrils to
inhale the manly scent that had been added to her feminine one. Her left
hand strayed between her thighs while Michelle reverently stroked my
slowly deflating cock with her fingertips.
"Does that feel better now, Mr. Johnson?" asked Michelle innocently,
her fingers slick with cum.
"Oh yes," I sighed. "That's much, much better. Thank you both so much
for helping me."
"It was no problem," Kiesha said knowingly as she wiggled her
cum-drenched panties up against her cunt.
"Yeah," added MIchelle, looking for her bra. "It was fun!"
When both girls were dressed, I led them to the front door. I added
another fifty dollars to the money they had already made, and cautioned
them to keep this between themselves.
"Oh, we will!" said Michelle. "Don't worry."
Before they turned to leave, Kiesha looked at me with those big brown
eyes and said, "Will you be needing some housework done next week, Mr.
Johnson?"
"I'm sure I will," I smiled. "I'm sure I will."
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