The Newest Cheerleader

Chapter 2

The girls went to the restroom and dipped into their purses for
make-up.
"Jeez, five hunnert dollars!" Chrissie whispered.
"I wonder what kinda pictures he wants?" Nancy asked.
"Sexy ones I'll bet. That's a lot of money, Nancy."
"I know."
"Here, I got some bubble-gum pink blush. Try it."
"Oh, good! I got some real neat pink lipgloss."
Nancy blushed her cheek with the pretty pink, layering it on her
farm-fresh face. She applied a thick, pink gloss to her juicy, pouty
lips.
"We'll call a cab from the hall phone," Chris said.
When the cab came, they were waiting in front of the school. They
got in and rode to the Holiday Inn. Nancy gave the driver the room
number, and he pulled the cab around in the back of the motel to a layer
of rooms overlooking the river.
Nancy gave the driver the twenty dollars and instructed him to wait
with Chris.
"Well, sure," he said, happy to have a fare and a pretty
cheerleader sitting in the back of his cab.
Nancy walked up the stairs to the second floor, found the room, and
knocked.
The man opened the door. He wore swim trunks. He had obviously
just taken a dip in the pool. His hair was still damp. His body was
firm, tanned, his stomach hard and muscular.
"Hi!"
"Hi," Nancy cooed, then walked in.
"I'm so happy you came," he said, picking up his camera.
He checked the camera, loaded a new pack of film into the back,
then pulled a wad of bills from his wallet. He counted out five hundred
dollars and handed it to Nancy.
She had never seen so much money, and a zip of excitement zinged
through her as she counted the fifty-dollar bills and put them in her
purse.
"Why don't you stand there by the dresser and I'll take a couple
pictures?" he suggested.
He flashed off three pictures of Nancy standing in her sweet blue-
and-white cheerleading uniform, her big titties pushing succulently
against the tight white vest.
"Now, why don't you pose in some of those sexy ways you did on the
field?"
"Like when we did cheers and stuff?" Nancy asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, like this I guess, when I put my legs far apart, squat down
like this, put my hands on my knees?"
"Yes."
"And then I turn around with my back to you," Nancy said.
She turned, held the same pose, and the little blue-and-white
pleats pulled high on her ass, showing off her tight white panties.
Sweet slices of her rippling ass juiced below the stretched elastic
lines of her panties.
"Oh my, Nancy!" the man huffed, shooting several pictures. "Now
turn around and hold your skirt up."
"Well, ah, okay."
Nancy turned around and lifted the pleats, held them high and let
him take several pictures of her bloomers, so slick, so white, so tight
at the cunny V between her legs.
"So pretty, so fine!" he gasped.
"Gee, thanks, sir."
"Why don't you roll your hips like you do when you cheer?"
"Okay."
Nancy rolled and slithered her hips in a glorious bump and grind as
the hot man took pictures. She saw the bulge in his swimsuit, a huge
erection there, a bending, curving protrusion, like he had a big
cucumber in his swim trunks.
"Take your pants down." He trembled.
"You didn't say anything about takin' my pants down, sir."
"Just take 'em down for a moment ... please?"
"Well, gee ... you never said --"
"Look, I'll give you more money, okay?"
"Well, ah ... you wanna see me take 'em down, huh?"
"Yes," he huffed hotly.
"How much more money?"
"A hundred dollars."
"Well, okay then. I'll pull my pants down for you," Nancy said.
She thumbed the elastic top, peeled the tight bloomers down her
thighs and showed the man her pussy.
"Ohhh-oh, oh, Nancy!" He gulped, looking at the thick fuzz, the
brown patch of cunny hair between her legs.
Nancy was real hot now, seeing the big hard-on he had, doing such
sexy things, and her cunt spritzed and gushed. She stood sexily,
holding up her skirt, her panties on her thighs, her pussy revealed to
the flashing camera.
"Unbutton your top."
"You gonna give me more money for that?"
"Yeah, another hundred dollars."
Nancy slowly unbuttoned the white vest, pulled it apart and showed
him her white bra, a bra filled with the juicy overload of her big teen
titties.
Once again Nancy lifted her skirt and stood like a teen goddess,
her vest open, bra bulging, skirt flagged up, panties on her creamy
thighs.
The flash unit sparkled.
The man's prick thumped in his swimsuit.
"I dunno if I should be posing like this," Nancy said.
The man unloaded the film, then stuck in a new roll. "Would you
take 'em out?"
"Huh?"
"You know, your tits."
"Well, jeez --"
"Just slip 'em up over the top of your bra."
"Well, I suppose, but that's all."
Nancy pulled out her titties and set them up like juicy mangos on
top of her bra, her big round teen tits jutting proudly, her nipples
erect.
"Oh, honey!" the man panted, then flicked off several shots. "Why
don't you turn around and do that squatting pose?"
"Like this?" Nancy asked, turning, bending over, setting her feet
apart, rolling her ass, putting her hands on her knees.
"Oh yes, like that!"
He flashed more pictures.
"My goodness, what a fabulous ass you have!"
Her dumpling asscheeks, plump and round, smooth as polished marble,
glistened and rippled as Nancy swirled her schoolgirl hips, shaking her
ass in sexy semi-circles.
The man put the camera down.
Nancy was as hot as a furnace fire.
He walked over, turned her around, took her in his strong arms, and
kissed her wildly. Their lips met in a passionate French kiss. He
tasted the bubble-gum sweetness of her mouth. His tongue snaked into
her bubbling juices. Her tongue slapped at his. His hands went behind
her. He fanned them onto her chubbette asscheeks, his fingers pressing,
pinching, grabbing chunky handfuls.
Nancy felt the hardness of his erection. His cockstalk pulsed
against her.
His hands kept playing with her ass. His cock thumped like a
balloon overloaded with water.
He broke their kiss and stuck his hand between them. His finger
slid into her cunt.
"Oooooh! Sheeeez! No, no!" Nancy gulped.
But that finger felt good, felt real good in her pussy.
He fucked her with his finger, his other hand on her ass.
Nancy pushed her hot hips at him, rubbing against his big hard-on.
She had always fantasized about pushing her pussy against a man.
As she slowly rotated her hips, an ultra-undulation, she could feel
the man's erection pulsing against her belly.
Nancy knew one thing. He had a whopper hard-on!
She had never had a man finger-fuck her, and the way his long, thin
finger hooked into her pussy thrilled her, gave her a new sizzle she had
never before experienced. This sensation was even better than her own
finger, she thought.
The man's wet, sluicing tongue slicked over her lips, down her
sweet chin, her neck, and now he was bent over at the waist. He pulled
away from her, his hand deep-sea diving in her panties which Nancy had
pulled back up when he had started kissing her.
His tongue sloshed against her honeydew tits. He licked the round
juicers, opened his mouth in a provocative pucker and sealed his mouth
on one of her nipples.
"Jeeeezzzzuzzzz!" Nancy sighed. "You're suckin' my boobies!"
She watched him, her chin tucked in, head down, eyes fastened on
the sight of his mouth devouring her tit.
His hand behind her slid lovingly over and over the curvy hump of
her round rump, clasping her plump asscheeks. He slid a finger up and
down the hot crack of her ass.
"Oh, shit!" Nancy huffed.
He slithered his finger up and down her asscrack. It felt like a
feather dusting her valley. She tingled.
"Mmmm!" he mumbled.
His finger fucked a sure slide-stroke in her slushy pussy. His
mouth sucked on one tit, then the other, slurping them, nibbling each
delicious nipple.
Then the finger fluttering between the crack of her ass found the
target and zoomed in as the man scored a bull's-eye.
A finger up Nancy's ass!
"Oh! Ah! Oooofffff!" she gulped.
His fingers fucked together, diddling her asshole and her cunthole.
"Aw, you're ... you ... your finger's up my butt, mister!" Nancy
howled.
Her hands hung at her sides, her arms limp.
The man's mouth slurped her big titties. His fingers danced in and
out of her pleasure pots.
The slow simmering of ecstasy became a raging explosion, and this
was followed by a gentle, ecstatic ripple that flooded over her juicy
young body like a warm shower.
Nancy shook uncontrollably as she came. Her body jangled through a
most incredible feeling, a delicious sizzle that she wished would never
stop. She stiffened. She was convulsed forward at the waist.
The man's hand jiggled wildly in her panties, both in front and
behind.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" Nancy screamed.
Her eyes closed, her face impassioned with delight. Her pink
cheeks glowed. Her pink lips hung open.
A gasp of breath caught in her throat.
"Ahhh!" she sighed.
The tingling climax coursed through her until she shook wildly.
"Ahhhhhhhhh -- oooooooh, jeeeeeeez!"
Her face was uplifted, her mouth wide open.
"Shit!" she cried. "Oh, shit!"
The man finally let her go. He pulled her close and held her
trembling, sobbing body close to his.
"Like that?" he whispered.
"You weren't supposed to do that stuff, sir!" Nancy gasped.
"But I'm paying you very well, am I not?"
Nancy thought about it. Yes, yes, yes! She had never had so much
money; she liked the idea she could get money because a man was hot for
her, liked her, admired her. And a plan was formulating in her pretty
head, a plan that would ultimately outline her escape from River City,
from her drunken, abusive mother.
"Yes," she whispered, "you paid me very well."
"And I'm not done. I'm going to give you more before you leave.
I'm a rich man, Nancy. I can make you very happy if you let me."
"Do you live in River City, Sir?"
"No, I live in Las Vegas, but I travel a lot."
"That where you work?"
"I don't work, Nancy. I made five million dollars in the stock
market over the last three years. It's been a hot market, and I was a
hot player. I invested my life savings, three hundred thousand dollars,
in an airlines when it was three dollars a share. I sold my shares at
twelve for a million-two profit."
"Jeez!" Nancy said admiringly. "And so you just travel around,
sir?"
"Yes."
"Doin' what, watchin' cheerleaders?"
"Sometimes ... looking for the sexiest, prettiest girls, women, I
can find. Just spending my time right now relaxing, seeing the country,
looking at pretty girls, looking for the right one. The perfect woman."
"Jeez, and you picked me this time?"
"Yes."
"But I'm just a girl."
"You're a woman to me -- a beautiful young lady, very sexy, very
attractive, very well stacked."
His hand was at her crotch, rubbing on the V of her panties.
"Mmm, well gosh! Gee, thanks!"
"Now, I'm gonna take my cock out, and I want you to play with it
for me, okay?"
"Jeez, I don't think you should take it out, Sir!"
"I want to. I want you to play with it."
"I -- I never done that."
He backed up, took his swimsuit down. His prick snapped up and
slapped his belly, then the stalk wobbled, shook, bulged, and spit out a
goop of cum, a hot-snot shot of thick cream that flew through the air,
then splattered on Nancy's naked belly.
"Oh, jeesssuz!" Nancy hissed, looking at his big, fat nine-inch
prick. The bulging red cockhead was soaked with bubbling jizz.
Nancy looked down at the goopy wad of gooey cream seeping down her
belly. She reached down and caught the load before it soaked into her
cheerleading skirt.
Nancy eyed his monster prick. The stalk trembled, wobbled,
throbbed. A big string of cum dripped down off the tip like a spaghetti
noodle, hanging in a thin dangle.
He grasped his cock and slowly pumped.
Nancy had never seen a prick before in her young life, and she was
fascinated by the spitting erection that pointed at her like a cannon.
And, oh, how the sight of that prodigious prick thrilled the young
darling.
And the way the man masturbated on the long boner gave Nancy a
tremble, as if she were a harp string and someone had plucked it
violently.
"Golly!" she whined. "Jeepers shit!"
Another wad of cum gushed from his pricktip, shot high in the air
and nailed Nancy on the navel.
"Whoo! Shhheeeez!" she mumbled.
"I want you to play with my cock," the man gasped.