The Cheerleader & the Team - A Naughty Cheerleader Sex Story
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Lizzie is barely eighteen, and she has a huge crush on football player Kevin. When her mother is late picking her up after cheerleading practice and a creepy guy seems to be stalking her, she runs for the safety of the men's locker room. There, Kevin seduces her, and she ends up in the middle of a gang bang with the whole team! More
Lizzie is barely eighteen, and she has a huge crush on football player Kevin. When her mother is late picking her up after cheerleading practice and a creepy guy seems to be stalking her, she runs for the safety of the men's locker room. There, Kevin seduces her, and she ends up in the middle of a gang bang with the whole team!
Lizzie stepped boldly forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head on his bare chest. He paused for a moment, and then gathered her in his strong arms. She looked up at him, and he bent his head forward and gently kissed her lips. His kiss was like magic. Nothing had ever thrilled her so intensely. She could feel his cock stiffening even more against her thigh. His hands reached down and gathered her short cheerleader skirt, squeezing her tight little bottom, and she pressed herself against his body as she was seized by the power of his kiss.
“Lizzie,” he whispered into her ear.
“How long until your Mom comes?”
“I… I don’t know. About an hour?”
“That’s enough time.”
“Time for what?”
“Do you like me, Lizzie?” he breathed softly into her ear.
“I… yes, of course,” she answered, her face flushing pink.
“Would you do anything for me?” he asked, kissing her neck gently.
“Oh, yes, anything,” she agreed.
“Take off your clothes,” he breathed into her ear.
“What?” she gasped, her body tensing.
“Take off your clothes. I want to see that beautiful body.”
“But… I…” she stammered.
“You said anything,” he reminded her.
She blinked up at him, and he smiled sweetly. He was so gorgeous, and she was so enthralled with him, that she felt she couldn’t back out. After all, she’d said she would do anything. She didn’t want to upset him. She lifted her sweater over her head and held it in front of her nervously. She hugged it for comfort and tried to ignore the leers of the other football players in the room.
“Go on,” Kevin urged gently, holding out his hand.
She pushed her sweater into his hand and the color of her face deepened. She stood there with her head hung in shame, her bra exposed to everyone.
“Keep going,” Kevin demanded, his voice still gentle, but more urgent.
She reached behind her and unzipped her short cheerleading skirt and let it fall to the floor. A murmur of approval spread through the crowd. She bent down and picked up the skirt, and Kevin took it from her.
“Bra,” Kevin said.
Trying to hide her face behind her ponytail, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She was trembling with anxiety, and she cupped her breasts as her bra straps fell downward.
“Come on, take it off,” Kevin urged.