3 stories of young virgin cheerleaders losing their virginity
A Trilogy Of Cheerleader Seductions
3 stories of young virgin cheerleaders losing their virginity
VIRGIN #1 - HEATHER
Heather got a ride home from her friend's mom after the football game. The junior varsity cheerleader said goodbye to her friend and walked down the driveway toward the back door of her house.
She was a vibrant, budding young lady, innocent but curious about boys. Standing about 5'5", the high school sophomore had long brunette hair that she was wearing in two pigtails, with bangs swept down over her forehead. Her eyes were brown, and she had a sweet smile.
Her 34-24-30 "B"-cup measurements made her a prized commodity among the boys at school, but she had remained pure to this point and hung out with a friend who had similar standards.
Heather was wearing her cool-weather cheerleading uniform that evening, which consisted of a kelly green shell top with the word "Lions" in white ***********. The shell had two thin white stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, and it was fitted over a tight, thin white turtleneck top with an elastic band at the midriff.
Her skirt was also kelly green, with sixteen inverted white pleats. On her lovely, shapely legs she wore a pair of matching kelly green knee socks with three thin white rings around the top. White cheerleading shoes completed the attractive outfit.
Heather walked into the house and found her mom sitting in the living room, reading a magazine.
"Hi, mom," Heather greeted her.
"Hey, Heather, how was the game?" her mom asked.
"We won, 24-14," she responded, sitting on the nearby loveseat.
"Good," her mom nodded. "Oh, and Greg is supposed to stop by in just a few minutes."
Heather smiled at her mom. Greg was the man her mom had been dating for quite a while. He was a single, wealthy doctor from across town, handsome in Heather's eyes and almost forty. Heather had felt it was simply a matter of time before he asked her mom to marry him.
"You do like Greg, don't you?" her mom asked.
"Uh huh," Heather answered. "He's nice."
"Do you think he's cute?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You know," said her mom, "he keeps telling me how cute he thinks you are."
"Really?" Heather was rather surprised.
"Yes, he thinks you would be the perfect stepdaughter."
"Wow," said Heather. "It sounds like he wants to marry you."
"Yes, I think so, too," said her smiling mom.
"In fact," added her mom, "I was thinking about what would help him propose to me sooner. You know - seal the deal."
Heather grinned.
"Well," her mom said, "since he thinks you're cute, maybe you could tease him a little. You know - show off your body for him."
"What?" asked Heather, quite surprised to be hearing this from her mom, even though she knew her mom was quite liberal in her attitude toward sex.
"Like looking sexy for him when he stops by. He'd like that. And if a man is horny, he'll do almost anything. Like asking me to marry him."
"How should I look sexy?" Heather asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"Well, when he comes over, maybe you could sit a bit carelessly and show him your cheerleading panties," her mom plotted. "Maybe even rub against him a little, too."
Heather thought about it.
"It just seems so weird," Heather blurted. "You know, putting the moves on my mom's boyfriend."
Her mom smiled and nodded.
"Heather, I can share a man, especially when he's very wealthy."
"Well, if you think it would help, then okay," Heather consented, just a bit uneasy about the idea.
Heather changed the conversation, but within minutes, both she and her mom heard the slam of a car door.
"Greg's here," her mom said, as she looked out the front window and walked to the door.
As Greg walked in and sat on the sofa next to Heather's mom, he spotted Heather on the love seat.
"Hi, Heather," Gary said. His tie was loosened around his neck, having come straight from his office.
"Hi," Heather responded coyly.
"You must have had a game today, huh?" he asked.
Heather simply nodded. She raised one of her knee socked legs and put her foot on the edge of the loveseat, as she scooted her little cheerleading skirt higher on her thighs. She was sure Gary could see her tight white cheerleading panties from where he was sitting.
She noticed his eyes as he looked back at her a few seconds later, and sure enough, they were riveted on the soft fabric covering her teenaged pussy.
Heather smiled at him. Even though he was talking to her mom, he was enamored by the young lady teasing him. Heather's mom was also quick to notice his attention to her daughter.
"You like Heather, don't you?" her mom asked.
"Why, yes," he answered, trying to act professionally.
"It's okay, Gary, you can relax," her mom told him. "As a matter of fact, I'll bet you'd even like to fuck her too, huh?"
Gary just looked at her mom, knowing what he wanted to say, but didn't dare.
"It's okay, Gary," her mom said. "I'd wonder what was wrong with you if you didn't."
"Well, I guess," he stammered uneasily.
"Go ahead," her mom cajoled. "Say it."
Gary gulped as he stared at the cheerleader before him.
"I'd like to fuck your daughter," he admitted.
Heather's mom looked at her daughter.
"Heather, would you like Gary to fuck you?" her mom asked.
"Go sit next to her, Gary, and show Heather what it's like to be a woman," her mom instructed.
Gary stood up and walked over toward Heather. His hard-on jutted outward through his dress slacks, and both women immediately noticed his erection for Heather.
He sat next to the high school cheerleader and put one arm around her, while the other pulled her raised leg even further to the side, fully exposing her white briefs.
Gary stroked her kelly green knee sock with the three white stripes playfully, then rubbed down the length of Heather's thigh.
"That's it," said her mom. "You can rub her pussy through her panties, too."
Heather watched as his fingertips slid from her thigh to the thin fabric over her mound and began caressing her soft pussy. Heather purred softly as his fingers worked their magic on her. They kissed softly at first, then more passionately as their tongues intertwined.
Heather could feel his fingertips reach under the elastic leg band of her white cheerleading briefs, finding the hood of her soft clitoris. He stroked it softly, varying the direction of his rubbing pattern.
"Oh, Gary," Heather moaned, between kisses.
In the meantime, Heather's mom smiled. She knew there was no way Gary could resist Heather's virginal charms.
"I think we should go up to Heather's room, don't you?" her mom asked. "You'd be much more comfortable on the bed."
Heather smiled at Gary and slowly stood up, then took Gary's hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom, with her mom in the lead.
Heather's mom pulled off the bedspread from her daughter's bed, and then sat in Heather's chair at her school desk, just a few feet away.
The two forbidden lovers stood next to the bed. As they kissed again, Gary reached up under Heather's little green cheerleading skirt.
The sixteen soft white pleats fanned out as he grasped her cheerleading briefs and the panties beneath by the waistband and tugged them down until they fell to Heather's ankles. She stepped out of them, and he pushed the teenager down onto her bed.
Surrounded by her stuffed animals, Heather watched as Gary's head disappeared beneath the pleats of her little skirt. She raised her knees and spread her legs apart as her mom's boyfriend spread her pink pussy lips with his fingers and nestled his mouth into her soft mound of pubic hair. His tongue lapped at her clit.
Heather moaned as the friction of his taste buds glided over her sensitive love trigger.
"Do you like it when he licks your pussy like that?" asked her mom.
"Uh huh," Heather gasped.
"Then tell him."
"Oh, Gary," groaned Heather. "Keep licking my pussy."
Gary was only too happy to comply. After a few minutes of tongue swirls and strokes, he slowly slid a finger between Heather's pussy lips and gently pushed it inside.
"Oh, God!" gasped Heather. "That feels so good!"
Gary could feel the membrane of Heather's cherry with his fingertip, and he carefully pushed it through. Heather grunted as she felt him penetrate her, but the discomfort was minimal, and soon he was pushing the full length of his finger in and out of her love nest while licking and sucking her clit.
Suddenly, Heather's legs began trembling uncontrollably. Her breathing intensified and she felt her body react like it never had before.
"Oh, God!" Heather gasped. "What's happening to me?"
"Relax, dear," her mom assured. "He's giving you an orgasm. Feels good, huh?"
Heather just smiled as a warm sensation rushed through her. She sighed softly as Gary pulled his head back out from under her skirt.
In the meantime, Gary's half-erect penis had grown soft. Heather's mom was the first to notice.
"But first, Heather, before he fucks you, his cock has to get hard. You can do that in one of two ways - you can either massage it by stroking it with your hand, or you can give him a blowjob. And every guy I've ever known prefers a blowjob to a hand job."
"A blowjob, huh?" asked Heather.
"Yeah, you just put your lips around it and suck on it while you push it back and forth in your mouth. It's just like your mouth is acting like your pussy, except that you can use your hand, too, while you do it."
"How do I know when to stop?" Heather inquired.
"Well, let him tell you. You want him to get nice and hard, but if you go too long, he'll get too excited and cum in your mouth instead."
"Cum?" Heather asked. "You mean when he shoots that gooey white cream out of his cock?"
"Yes, dear."
Heather smiled at Gary.
"Would you like me to give you my first blowjob?" Heather asked.
"Why, I'd be honored," he smiled.
Gary lied on the bed while Heather rolled over and positioned herself between his legs, just as he had done to her.
Heather lifted his cock with her hand and put her lips around it, then started her first blowjob, as her mom coached her from the nearby chair. It took less than a minute for his cock to harden in her sweet mouth, as her brunette pigtails bounced while she fucked him orally. Her cheeks dimpled inward as she sucked him stiff.
"Here's a tip, Heather," her mom suggested. "Wiggle the tip of your tongue against the underside of his cock's head. It's the most sensitive spot, and it drives most guys wild."
Heather pulled it out for a moment.
"Like this?" she asked, looking at Gary.
She put the head back into her mouth and flicked her tongue all around the underside of the tip, while she stroked the length of his prick with her hand.
"Oh, God, Heather, yeah..." Gary moaned.
"Okay, Heather, you'd better stop before you make me cum," Gary told her. "I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? First, I'll do it doggy-style."
Heather laughed.
"Doggy-style?" she asked.
"Yes, just get on your hands and knees, and I'll fuck you from behind."
Heather obeyed as he crawled in from behind her. She spread her knee socked legs about shoulder-width and looked back over her shoulder as he pushed her green cheerleading skirt up high on her tight little ass.
Gary nestled the tip of his cock against her moist pussy lips and slowly pushed it in. The young cheerleader was able to only take a few inches at first, but he slowly worked on her until he was driving a full six inches into the girl.
"Your pussy is so tight, Heather," he noted. "I like that."
Heather smiled back at him, proud of herself. She looked over at her mom, who nodded her approval as she watched her boyfriend and intended husband fuck her teenaged cheerleader daughter.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" her mom asked.
"Just fine, mom."
"So how does it feel to have a guy's cock in your pussy?"
Heather just grinned.
"Really good," she simply answered, as her pigtails swayed forward and back while Gary fucked her in her little uniform.
"Just remember, Gary," her mom said. "I don't want you shooting off in my daughter's pussy. She isn't on birth control yet."
"I won't," Gary promised. "Can I do it on Heather's face, instead?"
"That's up to her," said her mom. "Heather, do you mind if he squirts it on your face?"
Heather giggled.
"No, that's okay, I guess."
Heather loved the feeling of his cock filling her little snatch. After several more minutes of thrusting, though, he pulled out of her.
"Okay, Heather," he said. "Now I'm gonna do you in the missionary position and finish off on your face, okay?"
Heather nodded.
"Just lie on your back and spread your legs wide for me," he told her.
Heather rolled over and assumed the position. Gary lifted her knees and kissed his way up one of her kelly green knee socks, then down her thigh to her pussy. Heather smiled as he pushed her little green skirt up on her belly, fanning out the white pleats.
As he lowered himself onto her, Heather felt his cock find its mark, nestling between her virginal pink pussy lips. She looked over at her smiling mom, then up at Gary.
"I'm gonna put it in, now," he told Heather.
Heather nodded, and he slowly popped the head into the cheerleader's moist cunt. He paused briefly, then drove it in a solid five inches, backed it out again, and then back in. With each thrust, Gary put just a bit more into the young girl until she was able to receive all seven inches.
As he supported himself with his strong arms, Heather looked down and watched his fleshy spear drill into her wetness. She had looked forward to this moment for a while, but never thought she'd be fucking her mom's boyfriend, let alone doing it in front of her.
"God, Heather, you're so fucking tight," he groaned.
"Is that okay?" asked the cheerleader.
"It's perfect," he told her.
The two lovers shook the bedposts as Gary drilled the girl. Heather looked so good, decked out in her sweet uniform, as he deflowered her. Fully dressed in her uniform without her panties, the white pleats of her little green skirt rumpled up on her tummy, her green knee socks cocked wide apart with her spread legs.
Heather could feel and hear his balls slapping her ass, as well as the sounds of wetness from her sopping cunt. She wondered what it would be like when he had his own orgasm.
"Aw, baby!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum!"
Gary quickly pulled out and shimmied up to Heather's face. With her pigtails spread out on the bed sheet, she smiled as she watched him jerk his cock above her face.
"Shit!" he muttered, as he came. Spurt after spurt of frothy white jizz geysered onto Heather's pretty face, as she closed her eyes to keep the gooey substance out of them. Still, with her eyes closed, she could feel his warm essence decorating her face until it was pretty well coated. The cheerleader giggled as he bathed her with his semen.
When she couldn't feel any more raining down on her, Heather opened her eyes again and looked over at her mom.
"Heather, your face is a mess!" her mom teased. "How did you like that?"
"I liked it," Heather answered.
"Open your mouth and let him feed a little of it to you. See how it tastes," her mom suggested.
Heather opened her mouth, as Gary scooped some of the jizz from around her lips onto the head of his cock and put in onto her tongue, in addition to squeezing out another sticky strand of his fluid.
It tasted quite strange to her. Not bad, but kind of a starchy taste. She swallowed it down.
"Then maybe I can squirt the whole load into your mouth next time," he said.
Heather's mom looked at him.
"What makes you think there will be a next time?" she asked.
"Because I'm gonna marry you," he said matter-of-factly.
Heather's mom grinned from ear to ear.
"Of course, you will let me fuck Heather from time to time, won't you?" he pleaded.
"Yes, dear," her mom said. "But only if Heather wants you to. And I'd have to get her on birth control, too."
Gary looked down at Heather, who just smiled with her face frosted in the doctor's jizz.
"What do you think?" he asked the young cheerleader.
"I'd like that," Heather responded, with a big smile. "You can even squirt your stuff in my mouth next time, if you'd like."
VIRGIN #2 - ALEXIS
"Push 'em back! Push 'em back! Way back!" yelled young Alexis as she cheered on the varsity football team in a joint cheer with the combined varsity and JV squads at the pep rally.
She could feel the back of her little pleated skirt flip up in the air with her hip movements, knowing that the shortness of her skirt was revealing her bright blue cheer panties each time she thrust her ass out with the cheer.
Alexis smiled as she noticed some of the boys looking at her ass with great interest. She wanted to be popular, and if shaking and wiggling was what it took, she was willing to do it in order to get that kind of attention.
After the cheer, the rally concluded with the band playing the school's fight song. Both cheerleading squads did their dance routine to the music, and Alexis took advantage of the opportunity to do her own exaggerated version, bumping and grinding sensuously and shaking her ass for the boys.
Unknown to young Alexis, however, was the fact that Coach Johnson also had his eyes on her. Not wanting to be obvious, of course, he would sneak glimpses of her hot teenage body as she shimmied and shook with the movements of her teammates.
As the pep rally came to an end, the principal dismissed the students to their next class. Coach Johnson carefully approached little Alexis.
"Young lady, could you come to my office? I need to have a word with you about your performance here," he told her, rather quietly. "I'll give you a pass for being late to your next class."
"Sure, I guess so, Coach Johnson," Alexis replied.
"Just come by in a few minutes, then," he told her, as he turned and walked to his office, next to the boys' locker room.
As he walked into his office, he took great care to close the blinds on the windows facing the hallway and pushing in the button on the inside of his office door so it would lock when closed. He sat down in the chair behind his desk. His cock was already getting hard with anticipation. The coach desperately wanted the hot little cheerleader, and he knew he could threaten her with suspension from cheering due to her exaggerated exhibition on the gym floor.
Within minutes, there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
Alexis carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
"Go ahead and close the door, if you would," he said.
Alexis obeyed, unknowingly locking herself into the office with the horny coach.
The young cheerleader looked at the coach rather sheepishly, sensing that she about to be reprimanded.
"Is this about my performance during the pep rally?" she asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
"Yes, young lady," he said. "And it could cost you your spot on the cheerleading squad if I push the issue. Do you have an explanation?"
Alexis bit her lip and looked down at the floor nervously, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, back and forth.
"Well..." she said.
"Yes?" he inquired.
"It's just that I'd like to be popular with the boys, and they like it when I put on a show like that," she admitted.
"I'll bet they do," he told her. "So you wanted to be as sexy as you could, didn't you?"
Alexis nodded.
"How old are you, Alexis?" he asked.
"Sixteen," she answered.
"Have you ever had sex with a boy?" he asked.
The question surprised her, but she figured she'd be honest.
"No," Alexis said. "I'd like to, though. But please don't get me kicked off the squad."
"And that's okay," he reassured her. "You know, I could teach you a lot about how to be popular with boys. You know, sex stuff that they like a girl to do to them."
"Like what?" Alexis asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, Alexis, it would work best if I actually showed you."
"I don't know, sir," she said. "You mean doing stuff to me and me doing stuff to you?"
"Only if you'd like me to show you. You could practice with me. That way, you'd be all prepared for the boys, and you wouldn't have to worry about being embarrassed because you don't know what to do with them."
It made sense to Alexis, and she did think the coach was a good-looking man. Plus, if she didn't, he could have her kicked off the squad...
"But what if somebody found out?" she asked.
"Would you tell anybody?" he asked.
"God, no!" she gasped. "I'd get kicked off the cheer squad, for sure."
"Well then, I guess this could be our little private sex education class," he told her with a smile.
Alexis giggled, still nervous about the idea.
"So," she said. "How would we start?"
"First, why don't you take a couple of steps back and give me a good view of you in your little cheerleading uniform?" he suggested.
Alexis did so, and modeled her little uniform for the coach's enjoyment, watching him as he devoured her with his lustful eyes.
Her light brown hair was not quite shoulder-length, cut straight across and curled under, with bangs draping her forehead. As she smiled sweetly, slight dimples formed in her cheeks. Her eyes were bright blue and captivating, and her lips were shapely and smooth with her lip-gloss. The cheerleader's complexion was attractive, as well - not tanned, but not fair- skinned, either.
Alexis wore a royal blue button-down V-necked sleeveless shell top with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and down the sides. The white letters "LIONS" arched across her chest, pushed outward by her B-cup breasts. Under the shell top, she wore a thin, tight white turtleneck midriff top under the shell.
Her skirt was a matching royal blue with the two thin white stripes running down the sides and hemming around the bottom. In addition to the banded trim on the hem, the skirt also had twelve inverted white pleats. It was deliciously short on her, only covering her bloomer-covered crotch by a couple of inches.
As he had noticed earlier, Alexis was wearing tight royal blue bloomers underneath. As his eyes traveled downward, he smiled at her shapely thighs and her knobby teenaged knees.
Alexis' cheerleading uniform was completed with a pair of white knee socks, pulled smartly up to the bottom of her kneecaps, with three thin blue stripes around the top section of the socks. She wore a pair of blue and white athletic shoes.
"Do you like our uniforms?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Why don't you turn away from me, now?"
Alexis spun around, her back facing the coach.
"Like this, Coach Johnson?"
"Yes, my dear. Now bend over slowly for me."
With her feet together, she slowly bent forward for him. As she did so, her little pleated skirt pulled up high on her tight ass, showing off the back of her smooth thighs and the crotch of those tight blue bloomers as they bulged in a tiny pussy-wrap mound.
"How's this?" Alexis inquired.
"Excellent."
"You're just trying to get a better look at my bloomers, aren't you?" she asked.
"Absolutely."
Alexis laughed.
"And how do they look?" she teased.
"Magnificent, my dear."
Her cunny lips bulged in the blue fabric between her thighs. He could feel his cock rock-hard, aching for the young girl's treasure. The coach flipped on his desk radio and quickly found a station with some good dance music.
"Okay, Alexis, how about showing me some of your dance moves?" he asked.
The cheerleader stood back up and spun around to face him, then began a dance routine to the song. She shimmied and shook, her tiny skirt flipping about on her ass and flashing its pleats as she ground to the beat.
Alexis spun back around and shook her ass while she slowly pulled up the back of her skirt, showing off her tight little bloomers again.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," he encouraged.
By the time the song ended, the coach's cock couldn't take any more teasing. He had to have this magnificent little strumpet, and now.
"What would you like me to do now?" Alexis asked.
"Come over here and suck on my cock," he told her.
The coach stood up and unfastened his trousers. As they dropped to his ankles, he pulled down his briefs. An eight-inch stalk of man-flesh sprang free of its shackles and wobbled obscenely toward the young girl. She just stared at it.
"Haven't you ever seen a cock before?" he asked.
"No, not on a man," she admitted. "Just on the baby boys I used to babysit."
"Quite a bit different, huh?"
Alexis nodded as she stepped up to him.
"You've had the sex education class here, haven't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered. "I mean, I know how sex works and everything, I've just never seen it in person or tried anything with a boy."
Coach Johnson put his hands on Alexis' waist.
"Remember that sex works by a boy sliding his cock back and forth inside your pussy until he gets so excited that he cums."
"You mean when he shoots his sperm?" Alexis inquired.
"Yeah, when he shoots his milky liquid into you."
Alexis nodded.
"It's all about friction," he told her. "A boy needs that friction on his cock, no matter if it's from your pussy or you simulate it with your hand or mouth."
"My mouth?" she asked.
"Yeah, your mouth can act just like your pussy. It's warm and moist. You can pump his cock back and forth in your mouth, and even excite him faster by pumping it with your hand at the same time. It's called 'giving a blowjob'."
Alexis smiled and nodded.
"Just be careful not to let him cum in your pussy unless you're taking birth control, or you might get pregnant," he warned.
"And boys don't usually know if they're about to cum, until it's too late," he added. "Experienced men know when they're getting close, so they can warn their partner if they don't want it squirting inside them."
"So, if you fucked me, you would know to pull out in time?" Alexis asked.
"Yes, my dear. You're not on birth control, are you?"
"No," she told him.
"Well, if you're planning on having sex with the boys, you should be," he advised.
Alexis nodded again as she looked down at his cock.
"Go ahead. Stroke it with your hand," he suggested.
The darling cheerleader wrapped her fingers around the warm shaft and started a slow hand job on him.
"Yeah, baby, that's called a 'hand job'. Start slowly at first, and keep getting faster and faster, unless he asks you to slow down, of course."
The two forbidden lovers stood there for several minutes. He kissed her softly while she worked him with her hand.
"Would you like to try a blowjob now?" he asked. "Boys really like that."
"Okay."
The coach sat down in his chair. Alexis dropped to her knees and held his cock still while she moved her mouth closer.
"You can lick it, too, and play tongue games with it just to tease him even more," he coached.
He pointed to the location just under the tip of the cockhead on the underside.
"See this spot?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"That spot's the most sensitive part of a guy's cock. Wiggling the tip of your tongue right there while giving a blowjob, will drive a guy wild."
Alexis laughed.
"Well, let me see if it works on you," she said. "You're not gonna squirt your stuff in my mouth, are you?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you later. By the way, do you still have your cherry?"
Alexis shook her head.
"Nope," she said. "I popped it a couple of years ago when I experimented with my mom's vibrator."
"Okay, just checking," he said. "I still want to make sure I don't cum inside your pussy. Do you have a problem with me doing it in your mouth?"
Alexis wrinkled her nose.
"I don't think I want to try that yet," she said. "I've heard it doesn't taste very good."
"Who told you that?" he inquired.
"One of my friends. Her boyfriend ejaculated in her mouth once, and she said it tasted pretty bad."
The coach smiled.
"Well, sometimes, that's true," he explained. "It depends on the guy and also on the girl's tastes."
"So where would you like me to shoot my stuff?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Where did you want to?"
"How about if I spray it all over that pretty face of yours?" he offered. "It's called 'taking a facial'."
Alexis laughed.
"On my face?" she asked, quite surprised.
"Yeah," he said.
"I guess that would be okay," she relented.
The coach watched as Alexis swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, getting just a taste of his meat.
"It tastes different," she commented.
"Bad?" he asked.
"No, just strange," Alexis answered.
She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward into him, taking his cock about four inches into her sweet, teenaged mouth. Then she sealed her lips around the shaft and started sliding his prick back and forth in her sucking mouth.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Suck it just like that."
She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she mouth-fucked the coach in her cheerleading uniform.
"That's so sexy when you look up at me like that," he told her. "You have a natural talent for this."
Alexis giggled as she sucked the coach, flattered by his comments. She used a hand to pump the rest of his cock, which wouldn't fit in her mouth.
"Very nice with the hand," he moaned. "Don't forget to use your tongue on that spot I showed you."
Alexis pulled her mouth back a bit and just pumped with her hand while she flicked the tip of her tongue repeatedly across the sensitive underside of his cock, just behind the head.
"Oh, God, yes..." he groaned. "That's doing it just like a pro."
Alexis resumed her mouth stroke on him, her curled-under hair swaying forward and back as she blew the coach.
After a minute or so longer, he knew he had to stop the girl.
"Okay, darling, you can stop now," he said.
Alexis popped her sweet lips off him.
"Was that okay?" she asked.
"You were terrific," he told her. "I had to stop you, 'cause you were gonna make me cum if you kept going."
Alexis smiled.
"Now what?" she asked.
"I'm gonna lick that cheerleader pussy of yours," he said, with a smile.
Alexis laughed as he stood up, then helped her up to her feet.
"But first," he said, "let's get those panties of yours down."
He reached under the sides of Alexis' tiny cheerleading skirt and grasped the sides of her bright blue bloomers, then tugged them down with her panties until they dropped over her white knee socks to her shoes.
The coach reclined Alexis onto his desk and lifted her feet to the edge of the desk, with her knees cocked high in the air. Her bloomers and panties were still wrapped around her left ankle as he gently spread her knees wide apart. The white pleats of her little blue skirt fanned open as she revealed her almost-bald pussy for the coach.
Alexis smiled as he stroked the inside of her thin thighs and her calves through her cheerleading knee socks. His head disappeared under her pleats as he buried his face into her teenaged crotch and placed his warm tongue on her pink pussy.
She felt him lick it softly, his breath softly teasing her tender clit. Then she felt his tongue glide upward to her love trigger.
"Ooh, coach, that feels sooooo gooooood..." she groaned. She squeezed her breasts through her royal blue shell top and bit her lip as he stroked her pinkness with his taste buds.
He varied his rhythm and direction of licking with expert technique, listening to his young lover groan in delight. After a few minutes, he pushed a couple of fingers to her virgin pussy and slowly drove them into the moistness.
"Oh, God!" Alexis exclaimed, her senses heightened by the feeling of his fingers within her. Her breasts heaved against her tight shell top.
He slowly slid the two fingers in and out of her moist twat. It was a tight fit, and that fact excited him even more about the prospect of burying his swollen cock into that ultra-tight teenaged cheerleading snatch.
The coach licked and sucked on her clit while he finger- fucked her, until she couldn't take it any longer.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum any second! Keep going!"
He obeyed and quickly sent the young girl to the brink. With a groan, Alexis trembled as her body reached orgasm with an intensity she had never felt from her mom's vibrator.
"Fuck!" Alexis cried in delight.
He slowed his stimulation down to a stop and stood up over her.
"That was wonderful," she gushed. "Thank you."
"No problem, my sweetheart. Are you ready to get fucked for the first time?"
Alexis nodded and smiled.
Coach Johnson pulled her to the edge of the table and fisted his cock, still wet with Alexis' saliva, against her buttery pussy lips. The teen cheerleader was well lubricated already, and ready to get drilled by her first cock.
"Go ahead, coach," she said. "Put it in me."
He popped the head into her and slowly pushed several inches in.
"Well, Alexis," he announced. "Officially, you're not a virgin anymore."
She giggled.
"Sounds okay to me, Coach Johnson. Show me what it's like to get fucked."
The coach pulled partway out, then fucked another inch or so into the sweet cheerleader.
"God, your pussy is so fucking tight, and it feels great," he observed.
Alexis giggled again. She wrapped her white knee socks with the blue stripes around his ass as he pumped into her slowly.
"It feels so good in there," Alexis mumbled.
"And I'm glad you enjoy this, 'cause I am, too," he said softly as he leaned forward onto his elbows, lying on top of the girl on the desk. He kissed young Alexis softly as he slowly worked more cock into her wet snatch.
"You know, sometimes guys like a girl to talk dirty to them, too," he added. "It helps turn them on."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, go ahead and try it, Alexis. Talk dirty to me."
Alexis chuckled.
"Fuck me good, coach," she offered. "Fuck my tight little cheerleader pussy."
"Yeah, that's good," he encouraged.
"I want you to fuck me really good with that big cock and then blow your load all over my face," she said.
"Yeah, baby," he said, as he slapped his balls on her ass with each thrust, now getting faster and harder as he went.
Alexis wrapped her white-sleeved arms around him, enjoying her first fuck. They kissed repeatedly as they screwed on the desk, exploring each other's mouth with their tongue, lost in passion.
After several minutes, he suddenly pulled out of her.
"Were you ready to shoot your stuff?" Alexis asked.
"Almost," he said, "but first, I wanna fuck you in a different position. We're gonna do it doggy-style."
Alexis laughed again as he lifted off of her and pulled her up to her feet. Her little skirt fell back down into place.
"Just turn around and put your elbows on the desk," he instructed.
She did so, looking over her shoulder to watch as he slid her cheerleading skirt up high on her ass. Her white pleats fanned outward as he stuck his prick back into her tight little pussy, this time from behind.
Alexis spread her knee sock-encased legs wide apart for balance as the coach commenced drilling her in that position. He grasped the sides of her waist for leverage as he relentlessly pounded her love tunnel with his hard cock.
"Aw, coach," Alexis gasped. "It feels like it's so much deeper in me."
Her hair swung forward and back as he rode the cheerleader into the desk, but he knew he couldn't last any longer.
"I'm getting so close," he said. "Are you ready for me to cum on your face?"
"Yes," she told him.
"Good. When I tell you to, stand up, turn around and kneel in front of me, and tilt your face toward the ceiling."
"Okay."
He lasted about fifteen more seconds.
"Now!" he shouted.
He pulled out, and Alexis quickly spun around and knelt before him, offering her innocent, angelic face for him to decorate. She looked down at his cock as he pumped it with his hand for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a stream of warm semen splattered on the side of her mouth and up the side of her nose. She instinctively squeezed her eyes shut as another round of jizz landed on her upper lip and yet another on her nose.
Alexis giggled as more spunk rained down on the poor cheerleader. The coach had a full load stored up for the teenager, and his balls emptied themselves onto her eyelids and forehead, matting down her sweet brunette bangs under a blanket of white splooge.
Finally, mercifully, the facial ended. Alexis smiled but kept her eyes closed as she kept her face turned upward. Gobs of gooey cum oozed down the sides of her face and dangled from her chin.
"Baby, let me get you a towel and clean you up," he said.
He walked over and picked up a shower towel, but before he handed it to her, he pulled out a digital camera from his desk drawer.
Alexis could hear the clicks and see the light from the flashes.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a frothy face.
"Taking a few digital pictures so I can enjoy them later," he said. "Do you mind?"
"No," she said. "That's fine, but please don't show them to anybody."
"I won't," he promised. "Smile again for the camera, and you can open your eyes now."
Alexis tentatively opened her eyes, and since she didn't feel any cum dripping into her eyes, she kept them open and smiled for his camera.
She felt so naughty, and she loved every second of it.
VIRGIN #3 - BROOKE
Sixteen-year-old Brooke steered her car into the parking lot across the street from the convenience store, on her way to a postgame football party with her cheerleading squad.
She was going to buy some sodas and chips to bring to the party, but she had also wanted to sneak in a six-pack of beer. Her parents didn't drink, so the only way she could get some would be to shoplift the beers. She had done a small amount of shoplifting before, and it was rather easy.
By parking across the street and carrying her large cheerleading duffle bag into the store while dressed in her uniform, it would give the appearance that she was walking home following the game. Then she could buy the pop and chips, but slip the beers into her bag, as well.
As she walked into the store, she smiled at the clerk, a middle-aged man in his forties, who was working alone. She browsed the snack aisle slowly, taking her time, as she picked up a bag of chips. Then she sauntered over to the refrigerated case.
As Brooke passed the beer rack, she looked toward the clerk to see if he was noticing. He seemed to be reading something in another direction, so she quietly slipped the refrigerated case door open and deftly snuck a six-pack of beer into the partially unzipped duffle bag. Then she scooted over to the sodas and picked up a six-pack of those to pay for.
Brooke hadn't realized it, but the store clerk had been watching her in one of the large parabolic mirrors, checking her out in her little uniform, while she had slipped the beers into her bag.
When she arrived at the register to pay for the sodas and chips.
"Do you need anything else tonight?" the clerk asked.
"No," Brooke replied. "That should do it."
"Then what about the beers in your bag?" he inquired.
Brooke's face fell off.
"Shit," she muttered. She had never been caught before, and never really thought about the consequences, since it had been so easy.
Brooke slowly reached into the bag and pulled the beers out.
"Well young lady," he said. "I guess you're in some trouble now."
He picked up the phone and dialed the police, who told him they would be there in a couple of minutes.
"Okay, miss, just wait over there near the office door. The police will be here in a couple of minutes."
Brooke wanted to cry. She had never really contemplated the potential outcome, and now it was too late. And this store clerk was going to take no mercy on her.
It didn't take long for the law to arrive. Two police officers, one probably in his early forties and one who seemed to be just out of training, walked into the store.
"You've got another lifter?" the older cop asked.
"Yep," he answered. "A kid, right over there next to the office door."
The clerk pointed squarely at young Brooke, who wished she could be anywhere but there at that moment.
The older cop got an eyeful of Brooke, and he could tell she was scared.
"Well, we're gonna take her into the office for a while and talk to her before we take her in," he told the clerk.
"That's fine," the clerk responded. "I'll be here in case you need anything."
The older cop looked over at the younger one and smirked as the two slowly approached young Brooke.
"Well, young lady, I guess you've found yourself some trouble, huh?" the older office asked.
"Yes, sir," Brooke answered solemnly.
"Well, then, I think we'd better step into this office and discuss the situation before we take you in," he said.
The officer opened the office door and ushered the three of them in, carefully locking the door behind them.
"So," asked the younger cop. "What were you trying to steal?"
"Beers," she simply said.
"This isn't the first time we've seen minors trying to steal beer, either" he told her.
"So what happens now?" Brooke asked.
Knowing that the store policy was simply to take minors in to scare them, but not to prosecute, the older cop figured to play the situation for all he could get.
"Well, we're supposed to take you in to the station and book you for shoplifting, then call your parents. They can bail you out or let you spend the night in jail before you see the judge tomorrow morning."
Brooke's eyes started to water.
"Isn't there any way you could just let me go with a warning?" she begged. "My parents will kill me, and I'll get kicked off the cheer squad, for sure."
"Well, that's not the policy," the younger officer told her. "Sorry."
"Please?" she pleaded with teary eyes to both men. "I'll do anything not to get in trouble for this. I've learned my lesson."
The older cop looked young Brooke's sexy little body over. She looked so hot in her little cheerleading uniform.
"Anything, huh?" he mused.
"Yes, sir," she said.
His eyes devoured the teenaged cheerleader. She had long, wavy blonde hair, large and bright blue eyes and delicious- looking lips.
Brooke wore a tight, body-hugging sweater. It was a V-neck style, white on the top with a bulldog emblem for the local high school across the chest. The emblem stood out impressively, propelled by her two "C"-cup-sized breasts. The sweater was black on the bottom half, with a four-inch-wide band of bold/white/black/white/gold across the body of the sweater in a similar "V" shape, just below the emblem, with the black initials "MHS" in the white area between the "V". The same color pattern extended across the back of the form-fitting sweater, as well as the long sleeves.
Her skirt was black with sixteen inverted gold and white alternating pleats. It hemmed out very high on her shapely tanned thighs and nicely caressed her fine teenaged ass. A pair of white knee socks, with a black band around the top, and white athletic shoes capped off her delightful uniform.
The older cop wanted her pussy, and this cheerleader seemed very willing to do almost whatever she could to avoid trouble. He glanced over at the younger officer and smiled.
"You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?" blurted the other cop.
"Yep, I'm afraid I am," came his answer.
"What's going on?" asked poor Brooke.
"I think my partner has an option for you," the young cop told her.
"Like what?" Brooke inquired, anxious for anything at this point.
The older cop was straight to the point.
"Like we let you go, provided you let us both fuck you and cum in that cute little mouth of yours," he simply offered.
Brooke simply looked at them both, absolutely stunned at the idea of getting out of trouble.
"And then you'd just let me go?" she asked.
"Yep," the cop said.
"That would be okay, I guess," she relented. "Because I don't want any trouble. It's just that I've never been fucked before."
"Are you serious?" asked the younger cop. "A beautiful girl like you?"
"No," Brooke answered. "I never had the guts to ask a guy yet, and I guess they haven't, either."
"Well then," said the older man, "we'll just have to show you how it's done."
"And you want to shoot your stuff in my mouth?" she asked, wincing a bit at the idea.
"Definitely. And you would need to swallow it, too."
"I've heard it doesn't usually taste very good," she commented.
"Well, that's part of the deal. We don't want to leave a mess in this office."
"Okay."
"But we'll have to be pretty quick about it," the young cop added. "Because that store manager will wonder what's going on. And we'll have to be quiet, too."
Brooke nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then, sweetheart," the older guy said as he unbuckled his trousers. "You can start by sucking on my cock."
Brooke just nodded and stepped toward the man to do as she was told.
"And I'll fuck you from behind while you suck him," added the young cop. "Just bend over for me."
Brooke looked a bit alarmed.
"You're not gonna put that thing in my butt, are you?" she asked with concern.
"No, I'm gonna stick it in your pussy from behind," he explained. "It's called 'doggy-style'."
Brooke snickered as the older guy fished his half-erect penis from his boxers and offered it to the high school cheerleader. Brooke took it in her hand and obediently placed it in her warm mouth. Bent forward, she started sucking on it while the guy fucked her mouth slowly.
She felt the other guy's hands as they reached under the pleats of her little skirt. He pushed the pleats upward to expose the tight gold cheerleading bloomers with her white cotton panties underneath.
Brooke felt him grab the waistband of both pairs and tug her bloomer/panty combination down her thighs, leaving them stretched across her legs, just above her knees. He spread her knee socked legs for leverage and fisted his hard cock against her virgin pussy lips from behind.
Her pussy was dry, so the young cop began rubbing her pussy lips with his dick. It didn't take long to get the hot little cheerleader nice and wet. Within a couple of minutes, young Brooke's pussy was sopping with her own cunt juices.
By this time, Brooke had sucked the other cop big and hard. His cock now filled her young mouth, and he began to pump in and out of her lips. Brooke put her hands on her knees for rest and support as the guy skull-fucked her with one hand grasping each side of her head.
The young cop nestled the head of his prick to Brooke's love tunnel and slowly pushed it in until it hit her maidenhead, the thin membrane that marked her virginal state.
"Okay, baby, I'm gonna bust your cherry now," he told her. "It'll hurt a little bit at first, but it'll go away."
He put his hands on the sides of her cheerleading sweater and punched it through her hymen quickly. Brooke grunted as he popped her innocence, but the pain quickly subsided.
"Okay, baby, that was it," he reassured her. "You'll be fine, now."
The cop slowly pulled out, then slid it back in repeatedly, each time giving the teen cheerleader about a quarter-inch more schlong. Before long, he was able to fuck a good five inches into her first-time twat, enjoying the ultra-tight fit of her virgin pussy.
Poor Brooke was getting pumped from both ends simultaneously as she was bent over in her sexy cheer uniform with her hands on her knees.
"Stroke it with your tongue while I fuck that mouth of yours," said the older cop.
Brooke tried as best she could to satisfy the man. After a few minutes of double-fucking, the two men decided to switch positions simply by having little Brooke turn around.
"I need to rest my mouth for a couple of minutes," Brooke said. "My jaws are sore."
"Then I'll fuck you on this desk while you rest for my partner," said the older cop.
As Brooke wiggled her cheer briefs and panties down to her ankles and kicked them aside, he picked the cheerleader up and placed her on the edge of the desk. Brooke lifted her legs, placing the soles of her shoes on the edge of the desk, also, wide to the sides.
The sixteen alternating gold and white pleats of her little black cheer skirt spread nicely across the top of her thighs as she presented her moist love treasure to the older cop. She looked marvelous with her knee socks cocked to the sides, inviting the man to impale her with his saliva-coated cock.
He lifted the sides of her sweater and tugged the fabric high on her chest, above her ample breasts, as he also lifted her bra cups to let her mammaries free.
"Yeah, let's see those nice tits while I fuck you," he blurbed, as he squatted a bit to put his cock in position.
Brooke smiled as she looked down and watched him push the head of his prick between her pussy lips and gently slide it in. She could feel his member fill her tight, warm snatch as he took several fuck-strokes to drive the full length into the young girl, mashing his pubic hair against her pink clit.
"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "Fits like a fucking glove..."
The younger cop watched, gently stroking himself, as his partner hammered little Brooke's deflowered pussy gently but firmly. Brooke's tits wiggled with each thrust as they dangled beneath her cheerleading sweater and bra.
Brooke was really enjoying this now. She looked over at a nearby mirror and was able to see the reflection of herself getting fucked from a third-person perspective. It made her even hornier.
The cop was only able to fuck young Brooke for a few minutes. He had to stop for fear of blowing his load into her pussy, and he didn't want his DNA filling the high school cheerleader.
"Fuck," he gasped, as he pulled out of her. "I've gotta stop, before I blow my load in your cunt."
"It's my turn, then," said the younger cop, quickly, anxious to dip his fleshy spear into her teen treasure again.
As his partner stepped aside, the young cop assumed the position and was quickly fucking the teen cheerleader with a frenzied pace.
The older cop could only watch as Brooke's long blonde hair bounced around with her tits as his partner drilled her with quick thrusts. He didn't even touch his cock because he knew he would blow his wad early. The excitement level was just too much.
The young cop didn't last long, either, before he also had to pull out.
"Okay, let's switch positions again, just like how we started."
The two officers pulled Brooke down from the desk and positioned her between them again, this time bent forward to receive the younger guy's cock in her mouth.
Placing her hands on her knees again, Brooke opened her mouth wide for her oral fucking, while feeling the back of her little skirt being pulled up and the other cock entering her pussy from behind.
The younger guy slid himself into her waiting mouth, and she sealed her lips around him. The threesome continued the hot 'n heavy action for another four or five minutes.
"I'm ready to shoot off," grunted the older cop. "How about you?"
"Yeah, I think it's time," grunted his younger partner.
The two cops pulled out of the teen cheerleader.
"Okay," said the older one. Kneel right here between us, hold your head back and keep your mouth open."
Brooke nodded and did as she was instructed. She was almost completely out of trouble with the law now, and she knew she had to keep her end of the deal.
"I'll go first," said the older guy.
He positioned himself between the girl's knees and put the head of his cock on her tongue as he stroked himself.
"Remember, you need to swallow it all so we don't leave a mess. Understand?" he asked.
Brooke nodded, as she waited for his creamy cargo.
"Aw, shit, here it comes," the cop grunted.
His cock spurted a load of thick, frothy goo into the cheerleader's open mouth, sliding down her tongue to the back of her throat. Again and again, he fired his spunk repeatedly into her young mouth, and the obedient girl swallowed every bit of his load without hesitation. After four or five salvos of steamy cum, he squeezed the last of it onto the girl's tongue.
"Oh yeah, baby," he exulted. "You're such a good girl."
He stepped aside to zip up as his partner took his turn, standing between the girl's knees.
"Hey, baby, stick your tongue out so I can watch it shoot into your mouth without spilling a drop," he told her.
Brooke pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock, keeping her head back and mouth wide open. It didn't take this guy long, either, to give her a good, frothy drink.
"Aw, shit!" he exclaimed, as he shot his first wad of cum off the roof of her mouth.
Another squirt of warm, creamy jizz followed, then another, and another. Brooke's mouth was filling with the cop's spunk faster than she could swallow.
"God, that's a load!" exclaimed his partner. "You're gonna drown the poor kid."
The young cop kept on feeding the cheerleader his creamy nectar, which pooled in her mouth. Brooke tried desperately to gulp down the relentless flow of semen. Finally, the cascade of cum slowed to a point where Brooke managed to swallow fast enough to keep up. Mercifully, it trickled to a stop.
"Okay, baby, suck the last of it out, he told her.
Brooke sealed her lips around his cock and sucked as he stroked himself down the shaft one last time, slowly squeezing the last of his seed into the teenager's mouth. She felt the last of his creamy goop as it hit her taste buds, and she swallowed the last drops of it like a proper young cheerleader should.
"Well, sweetheart, you've earned your freedom," said the older cop, with a smile. "Just let us put you in the squad car and take you a block away, so this store manager thinks we're doing our job."
Brooke nodded as she pulled her bra and sweater back into position, and then reached for her panties and cheer briefs, quickly putting them back on. She smiled to herself, happy to be out of trouble with the law, but also happy she had pleased these men.