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Story 70 - LITTLE VIRGIN CHEERLEADER by: tomcatscans@cox.net (cheerleader, panties, lez, oral, first time)

         LITTLE VIRGIN CHEERLEADER by: tomcatscans@cox.net (cheerleader, panties, lez, oral, first time)



CHAPTER 1

Little Debbie Morrison walked down the school hallway toward the bulletin board near the principal's office. It was the first day of the new school year, and the new cheerleading uniforms had just arrived. The junior varsity cheerleaders had been called by intercom to the office so they could pick up their uniforms for the photo session that afternoon. Apparently, somebody wanted the girls in their new outfits for the photos to be used in the football programs.

Debbie was eager to try on her new uniform, and she smiled as the lady in the office passed the uniforms out to her and the rest of the girls. The cheerleaders walked down to the nearby locker room to change.

The young sophomore slipped out of her clothes quickly and pulled a thin white turtleneck out of a plastic bag. She pulled it down over her head and smoothed it out across her flat tummy. The turtleneck blouse fit very snug, the white sleeves ending just above her wrists and her pert little bra-encased "B"-cup breasts protruding nicely underneath.

Next, Debbie pulled out a sleeveless blue V-neck shell top, trimmed with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, and slipped her arms into it. She turned to one of her squadmates, Becky, a cute freshman with braces and long brunette hair.

"Becky," she asked, "Would you zip me up?"

Becky smiled, her braces sparkling, and zipped Debbie's top for her. The young cheerleader turned for Debbie to do the same for her. Debbie brought her arms down across the front of the shell top. It, too, pulled in nice and tight on her, with the white chenille letters "KVHS" standing out proudly across her chest.

Next came the cheerleading briefs. Debbie had never liked the feeling of extra layers of panties, so she pulled off her white cotton pair and snugged the tight white cheer panties into place instead.

Debbie reached into another bag for her skirt. The girls had been allowed to order them a bit shorter than usual, much to their delight, and as Debbie looked around the room at the girls who already had them on, she could see that they were daringly short, indeed. She slowly slipped into hers. The skirt was royal blue with sixteen inverted white pleats, and as she pulled it up to her waist and buttoned, then zipped it, she remembered that she had grown a couple of inches since the uniforms had been ordered.

"God, Debbie!" said Becky. "That skirt's really short on you!"

Debbie walked over to the mirror and checked it out. Sure enough, the little pleated skirt barely covered the crotch of her cheer panties.

She walked back to her dressing spot, sat down on the bench and pulled on a pair of white kneesocks with three thin blue stripes around the top, tugging them up to just below her knobby little knees. A pair of simple white tennies completed the ensemble.

Debbie went to the mirror with her purse and began reapplying her makeup for the photo session. She combed her medium-length blonde hair neatly into place, then brushed out her sweet bangs across her forehead.

The young cheerleader leaned forward toward the mirror as she put on some sparkling red lip gloss as Becky approached from behind.

"I can see your panties when you lean forward like that," Becky told her.

"Really?" asked Debbie.

"Yep," Becky answered. "I bet Mr. Williams will say something about that."

"I hope not," Debbie answered. Mr. Williams was the coach of the J.V. squad, and he could be quite strict at times.

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As the photo session in the school's studio began, Debbie and the rest of the squad formed various poses with different backdrops as the school photographer, Mr. Jordan, clicked off a number of pictures.

After the group photos had been taken, the girls began having individual pictures taken. Debbie waited patiently as the other squad members posed for their pictures. She couldn't help but notice some of the poses in which Mr. Jordan was placing the girls.

She thought that some of them were quite provocative, such as the placement of the skirt high up on the thighs or positioning the cheerleader's legs to give the camera a peek at her panties.

One by one, the girls would pose and then walk out of the studio, until only Debbie remained.

"Okay, Debbie," Mr. Jordan said, "your turn."

He instructed her to pose in a series of traditional cheering poses, both with her blue-and-white pompons and without. After a number of innocent photos, he instructed her to sit down on the floor and to lean back with her arms behind her, one leg raised. The little blue skirt fanned out with its sixteen sweet white pleats. He took one photo, then asked her to put her other knee out to the side. She did so, but realized that this pose gave him a clear view of the crotch of her white cheerleading panties.

"Mr. Jordan, you can see my panties like this, can't you?" she asked as she pulled her knee back at the last instant.

"No, but almost," he answered. "Why don't you put your leg over like you had it?"

Debbie knew he was lying, but decided to play along. She saw a bulge start to appear in his slacks, and she understood what it was that he really wanted. He wanted to see her panties.

With one knee raised high and off to the side, the young cheerleader spread her other knee out to the other side, giving him an unobstructed view of her crotch, and he quickly snapped a series of pictures. She could tell that he was zooming in with the lens on the last couple of shots.

"Very nice," he told her. "why don't you pose on your knees and elbows and turn away from me slightly?"

She looked at Mr. Jordan.

"You just want to photograph me when my panties are showing, don't you?" she pointedly asked.

Mr. Jordan blushed slightly.

"Well, Debbie, I'd really appreciate it," he told her. "How about I give you twenty bucks for it?"

"I don't know, sir," she said. Who's gonna see these?"

Debbie sure didn't want her parents to find out she was doing this.

"Just me, Debbie," he answered.

"What are you gonna do with them?" she questioned.

"I'll just enjoy looking at them from time to time," he mused.

Debbie smiled.

"Okay," she said. "Twenty bucks."

Debbie smiled. She positioned herself on all fours and turned to face slightly away from him, then lowered herself down onto her elbows, her tight little ass high in the air.

She could feel her little skirt pull up over her ass, exposing her white panty-clad cheeks to the leering photographer.

"How's this?" she asked.

"Yes! Yes!" he stammered.

The photographer fumbled with his camera as beads of sweat developed across his forehead. This beautiful young cheerleader was showing off her white-panty-covered ass to him, and he knew she was teasing him. Her little blue skirt pulled up high on her ass, spreading out the sixteen white pleats for him. Her little cunny mound, wrapped in delicious white, bulged sweetly between her thin, smooth thighs. The white kneesocks with blue trim accentuated her lovely young legs.

Mr. Jordan snapped off more pictures as his erection grew. Debbie could see the enormous bulge, and she was really curious. She felt a little bit dirty posing like this, but it was exciting, too.

"You're a nasty man, Mr. Jordan," Debbie chided him.

"And you're a naughty little cheerleader," he quipped, smiling.

Debbie gave him a couple more poses to shoot, which he eagerly took advantage of.

"Why don't you rub your panties for me to photograph?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, as she sat on the floor, leaning back on her elbows with her knees raised high and spread apart.

"Like this?" she asked, reaching up under her skirt and rubbing the top of her panties across her belly.

"No," he said. "Can I show you?"

Debbie nodded and Mr. Jordan walked over to kneel next to her. He pushed her pleats high on her tummy and gently placed the fingertips of one hand on her panty-covered mound.

Debbie pulled away suddenly.

"Mr. Jordan!" she exclaimed. "You shouldn't do that to me!"

"But I just wanted to show you what I meant," he stammered.

"But you shouldn't be touching me like that!" she told him.

"It's okay, Debbie. I promise, you'll like it. Trust me."

Debbie relaxed. She closed her eyes as he placed his hand on her the crotch of her tight white cheer panties and began rubbing the fingertips gently across her covered clit.

"Ooooh. Mr. Jordan." she purred softly.

"You shouldn't be doing this." Debbie muttered. "It's not right, you know."

"But you enjoy this, right?" he asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Then what's wrong with it?" he asked.

Debbie didn't answer for a few seconds, then managed to whisper "Nothing, I guess.".

Back and forth went his fingertips, dancing lightly across the wonderful soft fabric. Debbie moaned softly.

Mr. Jordan looked at the lovely young cheerleader, who still had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the moment. He stroked her darling clit, tenderly through her panties, as the young girl began to moisten her crotch.

"Oh, Mr. Jordan, I'm getting all wet!" she exclaimed. She opened her eyes and looked worriedly at him. "Is something wrong?"

"No, Debbie," he reassured her. "It's a normal biological function."

"Sir, you're making me feel so good." she said, her breathing getting more shallow and rapid.

He watched the cheerleader's tight, firm breasts heave in and out with each breath, as the letters across her vest pressed in tightly. Her legs, spread wide apart with knees raised high, began to tremble slightly.

Mr. Jordan took his other hand and stroked one of her legs. Her thin, smooth thigh was so warm as it quivered beneath his touch. He glided his hand down over her knee and stroked her kneesock.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! OHHHHHH!!!! GODDD!!!!" Debbie squealed, grasping her thighs tightly. She felt a warm rush overwhelm her young body, something she had never felt before.

Mr. Jordan stopped his rubbing motion and patted her thigh. Debbie's legs trembled with the intensity of her climax.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked.

"No, Mr. Jordan, that was very nice," she told him, smiling, somewhat weakly.

Did he dare suggest that she return the favor? What the hell.

"Maybe you could make me feel better, too," he said.

"I don't know, sir," she said, somewhat nervously. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Just jerk your hand on my penis until I cum," he told her.

"Cum?" she asked, not knowing what it meant.

"Until the white cream squirts out of it," he explained.

"It squirts white stuff out?" she asked.

"Yes, dear. Would you like to see?"

"I guess," Debbie answered. She had never seen a man's penis before, and she was curious about it. She knew it wasn't really right for her to be doing this, but she didn't really care right now.

Mr. Jordan smiled at Debbie. He was about to get a hand-job from a lovely teenaged cheerleader...


CHAPTER 2

Mr. Jordan's heart was pounding as the young high school cheerleader smiled nervously. She looked so ravishing in her delightful little uniform as his eyes took it all in. Her royal blue shell top with two white stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, with the white chenille letters "KVHS" standing out proudly over her tight little breasts, was ever so tight. It covered her thin, white long-sleeved turtleneck pullover. The short royal blue skirt, with its sixteen inverted white pleats, was piled on her tummy, exposing her sopping wet white cheer panties, mashed against her little cunny. Debbie's knees were raised high, her white kneesocks with the three thin blue stripes around the top making her wonderful, thin thighs stand out even more.

He sat next to young Debbie and unfastened his belt while the young cheerleader watched. He quickly pulled out a throbbing eight-inch prick, and little Debbie's eyes widened in amazement.

"Wow!" was all she could say.

Mr. Jordan smiled.

"What do you want me to do with that?" she asked. "I've never seen one of those before."

"Well, Debbie, just put your hand around it," he coached.

Tentatively, Debbie wrapped her hand around the photographer's rock-hard penis.

"What makes it hard like that?" she asked in wonderment.

"You do," he answered. "The muscles in there get stiff when they get excited by cute little cheerleaders."

Debbie laughed.

"Now, just move your hand back and forth while you squeeze it softly, Debbie."

Debbie pushed and pulled her hand on it, holding his warm cock just as he had told her.

"Yeah, that's it," he said. "Just keep on doing that."

Debbie started a slow back-and-forth hand jerk on him.

"Just a little faster, Debbie," he urged.

The young J.V. cheerleader knew she was wrong for doing this, but she didn't care. The feeling of a man's penis in her hand was exciting for her. As the photographer sat there, moaning in pure delight, she realized just how much joy there was in sexual contact.

Debbie kept her handjob going, watching in amazement as his cock seemed to grow even larger in her grip. The head of it was almost purple now.

"When does the cream come out?" she asked.

"In just a few seconds," he said. "Put your other hand under my cock to catch the stuff so it doesn't get all over the backdrop material."

Debbie positioned her hand like he instructed.

"Faster," he told her.

Debbie pumped his prick a little quicker now. His breathing was even louder, and Debbie sensed that he was about to squirt his cream.

"Aw, God!" he cried. "I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum! Here it cummmmmmms!"

As Debbie watched, his jizz squirted out into her hand. It felt warm to her, and it kept spurting more and more out, pooling in her palm until it finally slowed to a trickle. Debbie kept her hand going, though.

"Okay, sweetheart," he told her. "You can stop jerking me off."

Debbie squeezed her hand down the shaft one more time, milking the last drops of his cum from the cock-stalk. She released his prick as a last drop of semen oozed out onto her fingers. She sat there, studying the pile of jizz in her palm.

"It looks kinda like pudding," she said.

He laughed.

"Want to taste it?" he asked.

She gave him a worried look.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

"It's not bad," he tried to convince her. The thought of watching a young cheerleader, dressed in her sexy little uniform, lapping up his cum was irresistible.

"Go ahead. Try it."

Debbie brought her hand up to her mouth and dabbed the tip of her tongue into his jizz, then tasted it.

"Well?" he asked.

"It's not bad," she said. "Actually, it tastes kinda good."

She scooped a little more onto her tongue and swallowed it.

"You like it, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," Debbie answered.

She licked her hand several more times until she had eaten all of it.

"How about next time I just squirt it into your mouth?" he asked, brazenly.

Debbie laughed.

"That would be fun," she told him.

He quickly put his cock back in his pants, then zipped up and retrieved some paper toweling for her to clean up. As Debbie wiped up the remaining cum from her hand, he decided to give her a business proposition.

"Hey, Debbie, how would you like to make hundreds of dollars for a photo session?" he asked.

She was intrigued. "Really?"

"Yep," he answered. "I run a webpage on the Internet and I'd like to put some good photos of you out there. People pay me to look at my photos, and I'd like to add a collection of yours to them."

"What kind of photos?" she asked.

"Of you in your uniform," he quickly answered. "And maybe a little out of your uniform."

"You mean nude?"

He nodded. "Yeah, some panty stuff and some nude."

"I don't know," she answered. "If people I know saw those, I'd really be embarassed."

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm very careful about who gets these."

"Isn't it against the law? I'm only sixteen," she reminded him.

"Well, actually, you're right. That's why I'm really careful."

"Let me think it over," she told him.

"Fair enough," he told her. "I'll tell you what - five hundred dollars for a two-hour photo session."

Debbie was stunned.

"And if your friend Becky wants to come along, I'll give you guys a thousand bucks apiece."

"Wow..." was all Debbie could say. "Let me ask her!"

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The next day, Mr. Jordan had a knock on his door. He opened it, and little Debbie and Becky stood before him.

"Count us in," Debbie told him, smiling.

"Are you sure?" he asked them.

"Yeah," Becky answered. "It would be fun."

"Good," he replied. "And if things go well, there might be a chance for both of you to go into business with me. You girls could make thousands of dollars at this type of thing."

The two girls looked at each other with excitement.

"Just for letting you take pictures of us?" Becky asked.

"Remember," he told them, "not a word to anybody."

"Definitely," Becky answered.

"Just show up here on Saturday morning at 9:00, and bring the uniforms you wore yesterday, along with another uniform to change into. Just make sure you girls match your outfits."

"Which other uniform?" Debbie asked. "We've got a couple of others."

"Just pick one," he told her. "Eventually, I'll want to shoot you in all your cheer outfits."

"Should we bring our pompons, too?" Debbie asked.

"You bet."

"Okay then," Debbie told him. "We'll see you on Saturday morning."

As the girls walked away, Mr. Jordan wondered whether he could get those two girls to do a lesbian scene for him to photograph. His mind was racing ahead, thinking of even shooting a sex scene with little Debbie and some young stud. Of course, that would come after he had a chance at banging her sweet little pussy...


CHAPTER 3

It was Saturday morning, and Mr. Jordan, the school photographer, waited for the two young cheerleaders to arrive at his studio room. He heard somebody knocking on the door, and opened it.

Debbie Morrison and Becky McDonald stood before him, with large athletic bags slung over their shoulders. They had dressed very inconspicuously, which he appreciated.

"Hi, girls!" he said, with a big smile.

"Hi, Mr. Jordan," they answered.

"Does anybody know you're here?" he asked.

"No," replied Debbie. "We told our parents that we were going to have practice."

"What time do you have to be home?" he inquired.

The girls shrugged their shoulders.

"A few hours from now, I guess," offered Becky.

"Well, girls, would you mind going to my house to shoot?" Mr. Jordan asked. "I have a set prepared which will be much better than doing it here."

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders again.

"I guess that would be okay," said Debbie. "What's better about the set at your house, anyway?"

He smiled.

"Comfortable chairs and a nice bed for you to lie on while I photograph you."

"This is really going to be naughty, Mr. Jordan," Debbie told him, with a smile.


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The threesome arrived at Mr. Jordan's home and walked inside. It was nicely furnished. As the girls walked into the living room, they could see the studio lights set up in the bedroom.

"Oh, God." was all that Becky could mutter.

"Don't worry, Becky. It'll be fun," said Debbie.

Mr. Jordan walked over to the table and retrieved two envelopes. He handed one each to the two girls."

"Here you go, girls," he said.

Becky opened her envelope and leafed through the $20 bills.

"Oh my God, Debbie! Look!" the young girl with the braces exclaimed.

"Pretty good, huh?" answered Debbie. "Just for letting him take some naughty pictures of us."

"Why don't you two girls get changed?" Mr. Jordan asked.

"Okay," said Debbie. "Which outfit do you want us in first?"

"Try the one from the other day," he suggested. "You can change in there if you'd like."

He pointed to the second bedroom.

The photographer sat down to wait while the two teenaged girls went into the room to change into their cheerleading uniforms.

In less than five minutes, the girls emerged from the room, dressed in their hot little uniforms and clutching their blue- and-white pompons. They had even applied makeup, including lip gloss, and by the time he saw them, his dick was already rock- hard with anticipation.

The outfits were magnificent. Standing before him, the girls showed off their delightful young bodies for him, turning to give him a full view.

The thin white turtleneck blouse fit very snug, the white sleeves ending just above the wrists of both Debbie and Becky. A sleeveless blue V-neck shell top, trimmed with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, fitted snugly over the blouse. The sweet "B"-cup-sized tits on the two cheerleaders made the white chenille letters "KVHS" protrude nicely.

The skirt was royal blue with sixteen inverted white pleats. Debbie's was incredibly short, barely covering her crotch, and Becky's wasn't much longer on her thighs.

The two cheerleaders had their uniforms completed by a pair of white kneesocks with three thin blue stripes around the top, tugged up to just below their knobby little knees. A pair of simple white tennies completed the ensemble.

"You're wearing the white panties, aren't you?" Mr. Jordan asked.

"Yes, sir, without our underwear, too, so it won't look all bunched-up," offered Becky.

She hoisted the front of her skirt to give him a peek at her sweet white cheer panties, and he gulped.

"Well, girls," he announced. "Time to take some pictures!"

The threesome entered the bedroom and he turned on the studio lighting. He pulled out a couple of photo albums from a nearby shelf and handed one each to the two girls.

"Here are some examples of the type of look I'm looking for," he explained.

Debbie and Becky slowly thumbed through the pages, looking in amazement at the photos: young teenage girls in school uniforms and cheerleading uniforms, half-undressed in most of them, in rather unusual poses.

"Did you take these?" asked Debbie.

"Yep," came the answer. "You probably know a couple of these girls, too."

"God, Debbie, look!" exclaimed. "It's Tracie!"

Debbie looked over and saw Becky pointing at a photo of Tracie Morgan, a senior cheerleader this year. In the photo, she was in a varsity cheer uniform, skirt pulled up, lying on a bed with her fingers spreading her pussy lips apart. She had the tip of a finger in her mouth, giving a very shy look toward the camera.

"Nice pose," Mr. Jordan commented. "Very nasty, but with an innocent expression. I'd like to see you girls do that one, too."

The girls thumbed through the pages for a few minutes.

"God, Debbie," said Becky. "I don't even know if I could put my body in these positions!"

"Okay," said Debbie. "I think I know what you want now."

"Debbie, why don't I shoot you first?" he asked. "That way, your cute little friend can see how it's done."

He looked over at Becky, who smiled shyly at him. She just looked so innocent with her blonde bangs, her dimples and braces.

As Becky sat in a nearby chair, Debbie and Mr. Jordan proceeded to put on a spectacular photo shoot. She took the lead, posing in some of the same types of positions that she had seen, even trying out some new ones. Debbie showed off her tight white cheer panties proudly, even pulling aside the legband of her panties so he could photograph her clit.

"Go ahead and poke a finger into your pussy," he told her.

Holding aside the panties with one hand, Debbie slowly slid a finger of her other hand into her moist twat. She slid it in and out, fucking herself with her finger, rubbing lightly against her clit, while Mr. Jordan snapped off a series of photos.

"How's this?" she asked.

"Fucking great!" he told her.

"Okay, Debbie," he announced. "Time to lose the panties. Let's take them off gradually in some unusual poses, so I can get that, too."

As the panties slowly came off, he had Debbie pose in various positions so he could get a number of angles. She gave him a pose from behind, with her blue skirt high on her ass, spreading out those delicious white pleats, her knees wide apart on the bed with those white cheer panties stretched out tight halfway down her thighs. Her little bare cunny puffed out so sweetly for him, begging to be photographed. He almost ejaculated in his pants, then and there.

"My God, Debbie," he told her. "That pose is so hot! You're gonna make me cum like that!"

"No, sir, don't do that," she told him. "You promised you would squirt it in my mouth next time so I could taste it."

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Let's do it right now! I can't wait any longer!"

Mr. Jordan put down his camera and stepped to the edge of the bed. As he quickly undid his blue jeans, Debbie scooted over to him while Becky watched with interest. He pulled his swollen prick out for young Debbie.

"Okay, sweetheart," he instructed. "Just put it in your mouth and suck on it while you move it in and out."

Tentatively, little Debbie opened her mouth and placed the head of his cock between her lips, then sealed her mouth around it. It tasted quite unusual to her, but not bad.

"Oh, Gawd!" exclaimed Becky. "You're sucking on his thing!"

"Yeah," answered Mr. Jordan. "Debbie's sucking my dick."

"In and out," he reminded Debbie. "Let me fuck your sweet mouth."

Debbie's head began to move forward and back on his schlong, sucking as she went. Her eyes looked upward to him for approval.

"Oh, yeah, baby! That's it!"

The young cheerleader sucked his cock gently and slowly, stroking it gently with the fingers of one hand, while her head moved forward and back, her blonde hair swinging in rhythm.

She popped her lips off, but kept up the hand jerk.

"Does this feel good?" she asked.

"Shit, yeah. Suck it, sweetheart!" he told her.

Debbie sealed her lips around him again and resumed her blow job. As she sucked him in and out, she tickled the sensitive underside, just at the base of his prickhead, with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "That's it, baby! Tickle that spot with your tongue!"

"God, Debbie!" Becky gasped, watching the incredible show. "What are you gonna do?"

"She's gonna suck me till I cum," Mr. Jordan answered for her.

"Cum?" Becky asked.

"Yeah," he told her. "My dick's gonna squirt out white cream when it gets so excited it can't take any more."

"Really?" she asked.

"You're not gonna squirt it in her mouth, are you?"

"Um hmm..." Debbie mumbled, her mouth full of throbbing cock.

"God..." Becky mumbled.

"You're gonna drink my cum, too, aren't you, my sweet little cheerleader?" He asked, smiling at Debbie.

Debbie looked up at him with hungry eyes and giggled. She started jerking on him furiously, faster and faster, while she worked him with her tongue.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! OHHHHHH! YEAHHHHH!!!"

He gasped as his cock let go with its load.

Debbie could feel it expand in her mouth and then squirt warm cream down her throat. She almost gagged at first, but managed to swallow it as he pumped it into her sweet teenaged mouth.

Squirt after squirt, he poured a big load into the little cheerleader's mouth. When it finally slowed to a stop, she pulled her lips off of him, swallowing down the last of it.

"Wow..."" he mumbled, totally drained of energy.

"I didn't get to see his cream," Becky said, disappointed.

Mr. Jordan stroked his cock once more and managed to work out a final wad of cum, which bubbled up on his piss slit.

"There it is, Becky," he told her. "That's what it looks like. Wanna taste it?"

"I don't know..." Becky blushed.

"Go ahead, Becky," Debbie urged. It tastes pretty good, actually."

The cute little blonde cheerleader got up from her chair and walked over to the bed where he sat. She bent over slowly. As her little white pleats rose and fanned out across her ass, he couldn't help but place a hand on the back of one of her thin thighs, stroking upward until he felt the soft panty fabric.

He watched as the delightful little cheerleader tentatively put her tongue out and licked his cum from his prickhead.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's not bad," she admitted. "It does taste a little strange, but it's not bad."

"Would you like to drink some in a little while?" he asked.

"Sure, I guess," she said. "If it's all right with Debbie."

Debbie agreed with her.

"Uh huh," Debbie told her. "You can try it out next time."

Mr. Jordan smiled as he pulled his pants back on to take more pictures. He was looking forward to having cute little Becky sucking his cock, too...


CHAPTER 4

Little Debbie Morrison and Becky McDonald were naturals in front of the camera. Debbie was enjoying herself while she posed for Mr. Jordan, and when Becky took her first turn, she loosened up more quickly than Debbie would have imagined.

"That's it, Becky," he coached her. Pull the front of your panties so they form a narrow slit between your pussy lips."

Becky smiled for him, showing off her braces, which only added to the youthful look that he wanted. She giggled, and it was pretty obvious to Debbie that her friend was having fun, too.

"Now pull the legband off to the side and stick the tip of your index finger into your pussy so that I can see it."

Becky did as ordered, and a couple more flashes filled the room as Mr. Jordan clicked off more frames. Little Becky was a dream as she lay there in her darling cheerleading uniform.

Her sleeveless royal blue V-neck shell top, with two thin white stripes across her shoulders and down her sides, snugged in quite tightly over her white turtleneck cheerleading blouse. The white chenille letters "KVHS" heaved up and down with each breath.

Becky's sweet little royal blue cheerleading skirt was scrunched up to the top of her creamy, thin thighs. The sixteen inverted white pleats were spread out in a splash of color, and those tight white cheer panties were moist with her love juices as she stretched the crotch fabric to one side.

The young cheerleader's little knobby knees were raised high in the air and spread wide to the side. Her white kneesocks, with the three thin blue stripes ringing the tops, only highlighted the innocence of the young girl.

"Great smile," he commented, as he quickly changed film rolls.

"Thanks," she chirped back. "Are these poses sexy enough?"

"Very nice, Becky!"

Her blonde ponytail, bangs combed out across her forehead, dimpled cheeks and braces added to the cheerleading teenager's desirability.

"Okay, sweetheart, why don't you start slowly taking those panties off?"

Becky had been watching Debbie's technique carefully, and she duplicated the same movements, ever so slowly, giving Mr. Jordan plenty of time to photograph her in the process.

After taking still more photos of her without her panties, her legs spread wide apart and her little cheerleading skirt fanned out high on her waist, he decided to get Debbie back in on the action.

"Okay, Debbie," he said. "Why don't you join her on the bed?"

Quizzically, Debbie walked over and sat next to her friend.

"Debbie, I'd like you to start licking Becky's pussy."

The two girls laughed, somewhat nervously.

"Just try it," he urged.

"Yeah," Becky added. "Try it, Debbie. Let's see what it's like."

Debbie crawled up on the bed and lowered her head between Becky's knees. Slowly, she put her warm tongue on her friend's clit and licked across it.

"Oh, God..." Becky moaned softly.

Debbie repeated the move. It didn't really bother her like she thought it would, and apparently her friend really liked it. She could easily handle the taste of another girl's juices.

"Oh yeah," Becky groaned. "Keep going, Debbie!"

As Debbie licked Becky's clit repeatedly, Mr. Jordan was only too happy to keep clicking away with his camera.

"Stick your ass high in the air while you eat her pussy," he asked Debbie.

Debbie hunched her back, pulling the fanned-out white pleats of her little royal-blue cheerleading skirt high on her ass, giving him a nice view of her little panty-less cunny mound nestled between her thighs.

"Yeah, keep going..." Becky coached. "That feels sooooo good!"

Debbie paused her licking.

"Yeah, well, I'd better get some of this, too!" Debbie told her.

"Just turn yourself around, Debbie," Mr. Jordan suggested. "She can lick yours while you do hers."

"Good idea," Debbie replied. She crawled over her friend, facing the opposite direction, and resumed her clit-licking.

"Put your butt lower," Becky told her. "I can't reach you."

Debbie spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto Becky's face, as Becky pulled Debbie's skirt up and out of her way.

"Aw, shit!" Debbie exclaimed as Becky's soft tongue probed her friend's wetness.

"That's really good," Mr. Jordan commented while he clicked more photos.

"Just keep on rubbing your tongues around each other's clit. You'll have an orgasm in just a few minutes."

The scene was incredible. These two little J.V. cheerleaders, dressed in their cute little uniforms without their panties, moaned in ecstasy while they ate each other's pussy.

Mr. Jordan's cock was even harder than before. He was looking so forward to putting it in little Becky's virgin mouth.

In a few minutes, the moaning of the two cheerleaders was at a fever pitch. Becky's legs were shaking as Debbie sucked and licked her clit.

"Oh... oh... OHHHHH!" Becky screamed. "I'm gettin' it! Oh my God!!!!"

Becky's screams of delight died down as Debbie slowed her licking to a stop. Becky, who had taken a break of a few seconds because of the intensity of her own climax, now worked to give Debbie the same sexual release.

"Yeah," Debbie said. "That's it, Becky. Keep going..."

Debbie pushed her pussy down harder into Becky's face, rocking forward and back to help her friend with the friction on her clit.

"Faster, Becky..." she muttered. "Faster..."

Debbie was enjoying herself more than she ever had in her life. Sensations swept over her young body that she had never felt before, and she was almost breathless with the intensity.

"I'm gonna cum, too!" she cried. "Almost there!"

After several more seconds, she felt the first spasm as she reached orgasm. An incredible surge of warmth coursed through her body, and she shuddered.

"Aw, shit! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Debbie's body shook uncontrollably with the climax as she squatted on top of her friend's face, her little cheerleading skirt piled up high on her ass. Finally, she rolled off, lying next to her friend. Both smiled at each other, their faces glistening with each other's pussy juice.

"How was that, girls?" asked Mr. Jordan with a smile.

"That was great," answered Debbie.

"Yeah," Becky added.

"Somehow, I've got the feeling that you girls will try that again sometime," he chortled.

The two cheerleaders laughed, and Becky noticed that his cock was rock-hard again.

"Looks like you enjoyed watching, too!" she said.

"You bet," he replied. "Becky, are you ready to suck your first cock?"

Little Becky nodded, flashing her braces and her cute dimpled smile. She scooted to the edge of the bed as the man stepped toward her.

Debbie watched with interest as her friend grasped his throbbing prick with her right hand. Becky's open mouth waited as he pushed his cock between her virgin lips.

"Just suck on it and work your mouth back and forth like Debbie did," he reminded her. "You can use your hand to stroke, too."

Becky did as instructed. Her fingers massaged the length of his cock softly as she fucked several inches in and out of her mouth.

"Yeah, just like that, honey..." he murmured. "Oh, God..."

As Becky sucked him, Debbie crawled off the bed and grabbed his camera, which was sitting on a nearby dresser.

A flash lighted the room, and Mr. Jordan looked over to see Debbie aiming the camera at them.

"Good idea, Debbie," he told her. I'd like to have a souvenir from this."

Debbie had used cameras before, and she took perverse pleasure in shooting photos of her cheerleader friend with a mouthful of cock.

"This is just so nasty," she blurted out as she snapped off a wide-angle photo to get the full image of Becky in her uniform sucking the man off.

Becky giggled as she looked over at Debbie, almost posing for the photo.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "How about I blow my load all over your face, and Debbie can take a picture or two of you with my cum all over you?"

Becky managed an "Um-hmmm..." as she worked him over, her dimpled cheeks caved in as she sucked.

"Use your tongue underneath the head," he suggested. "It's really sensitive there."

Becky pressed her tongue against the bottom of his prick- head, stroking it back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum, Becky!" he gasped.

He suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and tilted her head back.

"I'm gonna spray it on your face, okay?"

She nodded and opened her mouth to try to catch some of his cream.

"That's it, honey. Keep your mouth open, and I'll make sure you have some to eat," he told her.

Becky watched him as he jerked himself over her, holding the tip of his cock down toward her open mouth.

"Here it comes, baby!" he moaned. "Take my load, you sweet little thing!"

He grunted as his prick shot a gooey string of cum into her mouth, then splattered the next across her upper lip. He held Becky's head steady as he squirted again across her nose and onto her forehead, then another against her cheek toward the camera.

Becky could feel the warmth of his jizz as it sprayed onto her face. It felt so naughty, and yet it was so much fun.

Debbie photographed the two of them as he aimed another shot into Becky's hungry mouth. The young cheerleader swallowed it as he fired yet another burst onto her lips.

Finally, the cumbath slowed to a trickle.

"Smile, Becky!" said Debbie.

Little Becky looked over to the camera, showing off her cute dimples. Gooey wads of cum coated her sweet face, some of it running down her upper lip and onto her braces.

"Oh my God..." he muttered, staring down at the little cum- covered cheerleader. "Give me the camera now."

Debbie handed him the camera.

"Just keep smiling like that, Becky," he told her.

He took a series of photos of the smiling cheerleader's messy face, then backed up to get her uniform in with the shot.

"Lean back on your elbows, put your feet on the edge of the bed and spread your legs," he ordered.

Becky obeyed, and he was rewarded with a wonderful view of this cute little cheerleader, her royal blue skirt hiked up, kneesock-encased legs wide apart, pulling her white pleats out in a fanned pattern. Her still-wet and bright pink pussy glistened in the lights, and his fuck-cream ran down her sweet, smiling face, dripping from her chin onto her royal-blue cheerleading top.

"Wow, that's really nasty!" commented Debbie, smiling at her friend as Mr. Jordan clicked off a few more photos.

"I didn't know you could be so naughty, Becky!" she added.

Becky chuckled as she licked another wad of cum that had run down the side of her nose and onto her lip.

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After Mr. Jordan had cleaned Becky's pretty face, the three sat down to catch their breath.

"So you girls have never had sex before?" he asked.

"No, sir," they both answered.

"Unless sucking on your thing counts," Debbie answered.

He smiled. "No, I meant having a dick inside your pussy."

"How would you girls like to make a lot of money to have sex on videotape with guys?" he asked.

Debbie and Becky looked at each other, not sure how to answer.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, sir," Debbie answered.

"Like how much money?" Becky asked curiously.

"Like a couple of thousand a day," he told her.

The eyes of the two cheerleaders were wide open.

"I sell videotapes like that to a very select group of men," he told them.

"Really?" asked Debbie. "Men would pay lots of money for videos starring girls like us?"

"You bet they would," he told them. "Young girls like you are really hot. And the guys really get off on cheerleader or school uniforms."

"Would you like to see an example of a video?" he asked.

"I guess," Debbie answered.

"Let's go watch some TV," he told them, and walked into the living room.

The two young cheerleaders, still dressed in their cute little uniforms without their panties, sat on a nearby couch, while Mr. Jordan sorted through some videotape cabinets, finally selecting a tape.

"We'll look at this one," he announced.

He put the tape into the VCR and started playing it.

"This is Tracie Morgan," he told them. "You know, your fellow cheerleader that you saw in some of the photos."

The picture came on the TV, showing Tracie, dressed in the same cheerleading uniform that she had worn in the photos. She was lying in bed, her legs spread apart and her sweater pulled up over her tits, while an older man was on top of her, fucking her hard.

"Oh, God, baby..." the man moaned. "You're such a sweet fuck!"

The two girls watched, fascinated, while the man plowed his penis repeatedly into their older cheerleading friend.

"On your hands and knees!" he ordered her. "I'm gonna fuck you doggie-style."

Tracie did as instructed. The man approached her from behind and scrunched her cheerleader pleats up high on her ass. Grasping her sides, he pumped hard into the young lady from behind. Tracie's dangling tits swung back and forth as he fucked into her.

"Oh, God!" Tracie groaned. "Fuck me, mister!"

"Yes, my little cheerleader! I'm fuckin' your tight little cunt!" the man told her.

"I think this is the point where he's about to cum", Mr. Jordan told them.

"Oh, shit! I'm gonna shoot my stuff!" the man yelled.

"Do it, mister!" Tracie shouted. "But not in my pussy! Cum on my face!"

As the two girls watched the image, the man pulled out of Tracie while she rolled over onto her back. The man quickly crawled up to her face, jacking off furiously. Suddenly, he shot a load of jizz onto Tracie's smiling face, pumping furiously while his cock spat out its huge load all over the young cheerleader.

Tracie laughed on camera as she received her cumbath. Streaks of jizz coated her lovely schoolgirl face.

The camera had zoomed in, and caught an image of Tracie licking off some of the cum that had splattered across her teeth.

"That's it, you little fucking cheerleader! Eat my cum!" the man muttered on the tape.

Mr. Jordan turned off the tape.

"Well, what did you think?" he asked.

The two girls again looked at each other.

"Remember, this would all be very secret," he reminded them. "We would all get into a lot of trouble if some folks were to find out. The only people who would know are the three of us, a few actors like the guy you saw, and my discriminating customers."

"Well, I guess we could try it once, couldn't we?" Becky asked.

Mr. Jordan smiled. "Yes, that would work. Would you rather star with a young guy or an older, more experienced man?" he asked.

"Or maybe both?" he quickly added. "I could shoot the two of you with two different men, who could trade off."

"That sounds really nasty," Debbie said.

"And really fun!" Becky smiled.

Then we have an agreement?" he asked. "Two thousand apiece for a whole day of acting with two guys?"

The two girls looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay then, next Saturday?" he added.

"Yeah," Debbie said. "That should work."

"All right," he told them. "We have a deal, then. You girls can get fucked for the first time on camera. But in the meantime, we have more pictures to do in your other uniforms, right?"

He smiled at them, and they both nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you girls get changed?" he suggested.

Debbie and Becky quickly scurried off to the nearby bathroom to change into another cheerleading uniform, while Mr. Jordan sat and smiled to himself. He had made quite a find here, and he couldn't wait to film the two girls losing their cherries next weekend.


CHAPTER 5

Young Debbie Morrison and her friend, Becky McDonald, arrived at Mr. Jordan's home by taxi, carrying travel bags containing their cheerleading uniforms.

Mr. Jordan had asked them to bring several uniforms, so Debbie worked with her friend Becky to pick out a few good combinations, including the outfit which Mr. Jordan had enjoyed so much the week before.

Debbie had joked with her friend about Becky having to get her uniform dry-cleaned to get the cumstains out from the previous week.

Somehow, Debbie thought, she'd be getting stains on at least one of her own outfits before the day was over.

Debbie rang the doorbell, and Mr. Jordan answered and let the two girls in.

"Hi, girls!" he said, hugging each of them.

"I was hoping you wouldn't be having second thoughts," he added.

"No, sir," Becky chimed. "This would be a fun way to make a lot of money!"

He smiled and nodded. "You're right."

Walking over to a nearby table, he produced two envelopes and handed one to each of the girls.

"Payment in full!" he announced.

Debbie looked into the envelope and saw an assortment of hundred-dollar bills.

"Oh my God." she muttered. "That's a lot of money."

"But you girls are worth it, aren't you?" he asked.

The three of them laughed as they walked into the living room. Seated on the couch were two men, who smiled at the girls when they saw them.

"Let me introduce you," Mr. Jordan told them.

"Debbie, I'd like you to meet Jim."

The older man, probably in his early 40s, stood up and shook Debbie's hand.

His hand was warm to her touch, and his blue eyes conveyed that same warmth. His hair was partially gray, and he was very tall, with a nice physique.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Debbie," he told her. "You're truly a beautiful young woman."

Debbie smiled, blushing, as he turned to her friend.

"And Jim, this is Becky," Mr. Jordan added.

"Nice to meet you, Becky," he told her. "You're a very attractive young lady, as well."

"Debbie, this is Dan."

The other man, in his early 20s, was shorter than Jim, with sandy blonde hair and a more muscular build. He shook Debbie's hand and simply nodded.

To Debbie, his steely gray eyes burned through her with a hot stare. She knew instantly that he was anxious to fuck one of them.

"Guys," he announced, "these young ladies have never been fucked before, so go easy on them, at least to start with."

"Virgins?" Dan asked.

The two girls nodded.

"Well, they did suck me off last week, but that doesn't exactly count, does it?" Mr. Jordan asked.

They all laughed.

"Well, girls, why don't you go get changed into one of your cheerleading outfits?" Mr. Jordan suggested.

"Cheerleaders, huh?" Jim asked.

"Yep," Debbie quipped.

"I love cheerleaders in their uniforms!" he said.

"Good," she told him. "Cause we each brought three outfits."

"There's nothing quite like fucking a cheerleader in her uniform." Jim told her with a wink, patting her ass through her jeans.

Debbie smiled at him. She already knew she wanted this older man to be the first to fuck her.

"Then you can be the first," she told him. She and Becky headed to the bathroom.


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The two girls picked out different uniforms, to give the guys some variety. After fixing their hair and makeup, they were ready to begin the day's adventure.

"Are you scared?" asked Debbie.

"Yeah, a little," admitted Becky. "But it's exciting, too."

Debbie nodded. She turned the handle to the bathroom door and the two schoolgirls stepped out toward the living room.

"Oh, shit!" Dan exclaimed when he saw the two young cheerleaders in their uniforms.

Mr. Jordan had turned on studio lights in the living room. Debbie felt the fuck-hot stares of the three men, knowing that each of them was itching to fuck her brains out.

"Which of you girls would like to go first?" Mr. Jordan asked.

"I guess I will," answered Debbie.

"Which of these guys would you like to fuck you, then?" he asked.

"Jim," came the answer without hesitation.

The older man smiled and got up off the couch.

"Okay," Mr. Jordan reminded everybody. "For this first time, I want you girls to act really shy and innocent. It's your first time, and I want it to look that way."

The two girls nodded.

"Later, we'll switch off, and then I'll even get in on the action. That's when you can get really nasty for the camera.

Debbie felt Jim put a hand on her shoulder. He smiled at her.

"I'll be gentle with you, sweetheart," he told her. "I'll go slow and easy. You'll enjoy this."

She smiled back.

"Thanks," Debbie responded. "I know I'll enjoy you."

The young girl thrilled to his touch through her sweater. She was ready to step into womanhood.

"Okay, Debbie, we're going to pretend that your teacher just brought you home from a game, and he's going to seduce you," Mr. Jordan told her. "Let's see how good of an actress you can be."

Debbie and Jim walked toward the back door, while Becky and Dan moved out of the camera angle and sat to watch. Mr. Jordan positioned the video camera to begin filming."

"Ready?" he shouted. "Action!"

Jim and Debbie walked through the back hallway into the living room.

"Well, Debbie, here you are," Jim told her.

"Thanks for the ride, sir," she told him.

"Where are your parents?" he asked.

"Oh, they're out of town for the weekend. It's just me and my older sister."

"Where's your sister, then?" he inquired further.

"She won't be home for hours," Debbie told him. "She's out on a date with her boyfriend."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah. Why?" Debbie asked.

"Well, would you mind if I stayed for a little while? Maybe we could talk or watch a little TV."

"I guess that would be okay," Debbie mused.

"I really like your uniform tonight, Debbie," he told her.

"Really? I like wearing it, too. It's one of my favorites," she told him.

He sat on the couch.

"Why don't you model it for me," he suggested. "Let me see you in it."

Debbie blushed as she stood before him shyly, letting his eyes take in the delicious cheerleading treat before him.

Her blonde bangs draped her forehead, while her shoulder- length blonde hair framed her sweet smiling face. Her bright blue eyes, red lips and sparkling white teeth were inviting.

Debbie saw Jim's eyes drop from her face to her cheerleading uniform. She wore a royal blue sweater, with two bands of white, about two inches wide, around both the torso and arms. Her name, DEBBIE, was spelled out in blue chenille letters with white edging across her chest. A detachable white collar trimmed the sweater nicely.

Debbie's skirt was also royal blue, with sixteen inverted white pleats. Since she had grown during the summer, it was very short on her, much shorter than the same skirt on the other cheerleaders on her squad.

She watched his eyes take in her thin thighs, her cute little knees and the blue kneesocks, with three thin white stripes ringing them near the top. Her simple white tennies completed the delicious outfit.

"Just turn around slowly for me," he told her.

Debbie did so, turning until she faced away from him.

"Stop!" he ordered. "Now touch your toes."

"Touch my toes?" she asked.

"Yes, I'd like to see how flexible you are."

Debbie slowly bent forward, as the back of her little skirt, barely long enough to cover her cheer panties, rose and fanned out across her tight ass. She knew that he had a nice view of her teenaged cunny, wrapped in royal blue fabric, bulging between her thighs.

When she had touched her toes, she straightened up again.

"I think you just wanted to see my panties, didn't you?" she asked.

"Maybe," he admitted, as he arose and put his arms around her waist.

"Sir, you shouldn't do that," she chided him.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I'm much too young. My parents wouldn't want me to do this."

She felt one of his hands drop down the back of her skirt and gently cup one of her ass cheeks through her cheerleading panties.

"You shouldn't be doing that, mister."

Debbie tried to pull away, but Jim wouldn't let her go.

"It's all right," he assured her. "You'll like this. Trust me."

"But my parents wouldn't li- ".

Debbie was cut off in mid-sentence as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He coaxed her mouth open and pushed his tongue into it. She responded eagerly, her tongue flicking into his mouth.

As they kissed, Jim ruffled up the little pleats on the back of her tiny skirt, scrunching them up on her waist so the camera could film her tight little panty-clad ass.

Debbie felt him press her tightly against him, and could feel the start of a hard-on rubbing through her uniform. She was so incredibly turned-on, but remembered what Mr. Jordan had said about trying to act shy.

Jim reached up under Debbie's cheerleading skirt and grasped the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he began to pull them off of her.

"Stop, sir," she interrupted. "This really isn't right. I'll get into a lot of trouble."

"But who's gonna find out?" he asked. "This is our little secret."

Before she could respond, he once again kissed her passionately. Slowly, she could feel her panties being pulled down, until they fell to the floor around her tennies.

"Why don't we go to your bedroom?" he suggested.

Debbie looked very scared, but he took her by the hand. She stepped out of her panties as he led her from the room.

"Cut!!" called Mr. Jordan.

Debbie and Jim stopped and looked back.

"How was that?" Debbie asked.

"You guys are doing great," Mr. Jordan answered. "Now it's time to shoot the bedroom stuff."

Mr. Jordan led them to a different bedroom than the one she and Becky had used the previous week. This bedroom was decorated like a young girl's room, complete with stuffed animals on the bed.

"Wow," said Debbie. "This is going to look really naughty."

While Becky and Dan watched from next to a closet, Mr. Jordan positioned himself in the room.

"Why don't you two go out into the hall and I'll start by filming you walking in," he offered. "Then you guys can just go for it on the bed."

Debbie nodded, and Mr. Jordan prepared to resume filming. He positioned some lights to cover all of the angles and grabbed the video camera.

"All right, ACTION!"

Jim led Debbie by the hand into the room and positioned her next to the bed.

"I'm scared, mister."

"It's all right, sweetheart," he told her as he hugged her. "Just lie down on the bed. You'll enjoy this, I promise."

Jim lowered her slowly onto the bed. Debbie moved to the middle of the bed as Jim climbed in, just below her feet. Debbie had her knees cocked high in the air, her little blue cheerleading skirt pushed up a bit.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm gonna lick your sweet little pussy," he told her.

Clutching one of the teddy bears next to her, the young cheerleader watched as he leaned forward. She spread her knees wide apart for him and watched his head, between her white kneesocks, disappear under the soft white pleats.

Debbie closed her eyes as she felt his warm tongue touch her clit. She moaned softly as Jim worked her with the skill of a professional. Debbie opened her eyes and looked down to where he was. Mr. Jordan was filming a close-up of the action down there, and Debbie smiled. She suddenly remembered that this was all part of an acting assignment, so she figured she should make it good, and that meant to show more skin for the camera.

Debbie had removed her bra before she had changed into her cheerleading uniform, so she grasped the waistband of her sweater and slowly pulled it upward until it popped over her small but firm tits.

As Jim licked and sucked her tender clit for the camera, Debbie moaned even louder and pinched her nipples, rolling them in her fingertips.

"Oooh, mister, that feels so good!" she cried. She could feel herself building up to an incredible level of excitement that she had never felt before.

Mr. Jordan widened the camera angle to catch Debbie grimacing with the intensity. She squeezed her rock-hard nipples even tighter, gasping for breath.

"Yeah! Keep doing that! Keep going!" she begged.

Debbie's legs began trembling. Then she reached orgasm.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh!"

Young Debbie had never felt an orgasm quite like that. Her entire body convulsed in spasms, her chest heaving. Slowly, Jim stopped his relentless tongue assault on her clit. He looked at Debbie, who just smiled in admiration.

"That was so wonderful," she gushed. "What can I do for you now?"

"You can start by sucking on my penis," he told her. "Then, when my prick gets nice and hard, I'll fuck your soft, tight pussy with it."

Debbie smiled shyly.

"Just tell me what to do, then," she told him. "Cause I've never done this sort of thing before."

He quickly stripped his clothes off, then stood before her.

"Okay, sweetheart," he told her. "Just get on your knees right here."

Debbie crawled out of bed and knelt obediently before him. His eight-inch cock wobbled in front of her face, half-swollen.

"Now hold it with one hand and lick up and down the length of it."

Debbie obeyed, sliding her tongue softly up and down the shaft.

"That's it, baby," he said approvingly. "Just like you were licking an ice cream cone."

She continued her licking, even swirling her tongue around the prick-head.

"Oooh, yeah, baby! It's most sensitive just under the head."

She concentrated her licking there.

"Now put it in your mouth and slowly slide it in and out. Try to rub it with your tongue while you do that."

Debbie followed her orders knowingly, while Jim stood before her, moaning softly.

"In and out of your mouth, baby," he told her.

Debbie began to fuck him with her mouth, her blonde hair swaying forward and back.

"You can even stroke with your hand while you do that," he added.

Debbie sped up her blowjob, adding a handjerk to the action. She wiggled her tongue tip against the underside of his prickhead while she jerked him.

"Aw, shit! You're gonna make me cum like that!" he groaned. Jim pulled his rock-hard dick out of the cheerleader's mouth before he could blow his load.

"Okay, now you're gonna get fucked. So this is your first time?"

Debbie nodded.

"You're gonna enjoy this," he told her.

Jim helped Debbie from the floor and placed her gently on the bed. With her pretty blue kneesocks cocked high in the air, he spread her legs and positioned himself between them.

Debbie watched as Jim fisted his cock against her wet pussy lips and rubbed it a few times against her clit. Then she felt the tip enter her.

Debbie bit her lip as Jim pulled out briefly, then pushed back into her again, a little bit deeper.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked thoughtfully.

"No, it's a little uncomfortable, but not bad," she replied.

He repeated the process until his cock was fully pressed into the young cheerleader's twat. He began a nice, easy fuck rhythm into her.

"How's this?" he asked.

"It's good," she told him.

Knowing she had a video camera on her, she pulled up her sweater again, kneading her nipples with her fingertips, while the man plowed her sweet pussy.

"Ooooh." she moaned softly.

Mr. Jordan filmed them from several different angles. The bed creaked softly as Debbie, dressed in her cheerleading uniform, lost her virginity on film.

After a couple of minutes, Jim pulled out.

"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded.

Debbie obeyed, and Jim crawled up behind her. He pushed her little skirt up high on her ass, the white pleats scrunched up, as he grasped her sides and pushed into her from behind.

Debbie was really getting into this now. The teen cheerleader felt so nasty, so hot for cock. She was turning into a slut.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

"Such a tight little pussy!" he mumbled.

She moved forward and back into him, her tight little ass slapping into his crotch as the front of her skirt swayed beneath her in rhythm.

"God, I'm gonna cum soon!" he groaned.

"Not in me, please," she begged. "I don't wanna get pregnant."

After a few more thrusts, as Mr. Jordan zoomed in on the action, Jim pulled out abruptly. Thick wads of cum squirted from his prick, splattering all over the underside of Debbie's pleats as he unloaded all over the back of her cute little skirt.

Debbie had enjoyed herself, but wished he had done it in her mouth instead. Now, she was definitely going to have to take her uniform to the drycleaners. She wondered what the cleaners would say when they found cumstains all over her skirt.

When Mr. Jordan finally stopped filming, Debbie turned to Jim.

"I'd like to taste your stuff, too," she admitted.

"Later," he told her. "I'll give you a mouthful, I promise."

Jim gave her a soft pat on the ass, and the two lovers got off the bed.

"Okay, Becky, you're next!" called Mr. Jordan.


CHAPTER 6

"Okay, Becky, you're next," Mr. Jordan calmly announced.

Becky and Dan stood up.

"What sort of scene do you want to set up?" Dan asked.

"Let's have Becky babysitting for you," Mr. Jordan answered.

"The kids will be long asleep, and your wife dropped you off so she could go shopping, thinking that you could let Becky walk home next door. When you come in, you'll find her asleep on the couch and you'll seduce her, wanting to do it quickly and then have her leave before your wife comes back home."

Dan nodded and looked at Becky. She smiled.

"Okay, I guess that'll be all right," she said.

The entire gang walked back into the living room. Debbie, having just taken off her cum-caked skirt, slipped her blue cheer panties back on and sat down to watch with Jim.

Becky sprawled out on the couch, clad in her uniform.

"Okay, Becky, you feel asleep while you were playing with yourself, so pull your skirt up somewhat and put your hand down there," Mr. Jordan told her.

Becky laughed, then pulled up her skirt, spread her legs apart, and put her fingertips on her panty fabric.

"How's this pose?" she asked.

"Very nice," said Dan, who ogled the young girl for a moment, then walked toward the front door to make his entrance for the camera.

"Ready, then?" Mr. Jordan called out. "Action!"

Dan walked in through the door and immediately caught sight of little Becky.

As the camera followed him into the room, he stopped a few feet in front of her and just gazed at Becky's innocent teenage beauty, sprawled across the couch.

Her long brown hair was fixed up in two ponytails, sweet bangs combed down over her forehead. Her eyes were closed in a peaceful make-believe "sleep", and her lips sparkled with a hint of pink lipstick.

Little Becky wore a long-sleeved, royal blue cheerleading sweater, with two white stripes down the sides and sleeves. From her shoulders, two more white stripes ran diagonally in a "V"- shape across her chest, with a "Wildcat" emblem stitched into the "V", between Becky's small but firm breasts.

Her skirt was white, with eight inverted blue pleats. It was scrunched up high in a pile on her waist, her tight white cheer panties exposed as her fingertips rested on her covered crotch.

Becky's thin thighs were spread apart, one knee high and resting against the back of the sofa, while her other leg was cocked out to the other side, her white tennis shoe on the carpet. She wore a pair of white kneesocks, with three thin blue bands ringing them near the top.

Dan couldn't resist the image. He quickly unfastened his jeans and pulled his cock out, jacking on it while he lusted after the young cheerleader before him.

Becky heard a slapping sound and opened her eyes to see him over her. She acted startled.

"Mr. Johnson!" she exclaimed, as she quickly tried to pull her skirt back down.

"What are you doing?!" she gasped.

"I'm jerking off to you," he admitted.

"But mister! You shouldn't be doing that!"

"Why not?" he asked. "I saw your fingers on your panties. I know what you were up to, also."

"Where's your wife?" Becky asked.

"She ran out to the store to do some grocery shopping, and she just thought she'd drop me off so I could let you go back home," he answered.

"Then I'd better go," said Becky. She started to stand up, but he forced her back down onto the couch.

"Mr. Johnson! What are you doing?" she gasped.

"You're curious about guys, aren't you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.

"You like the look of my cock all hard like this, don't you?"

"I've never seen one before, sir. But why is it hard like that?"

"Because it's all excited. You made it that way."

Becky giggled nervously.

"I did?"

"Yeah, just laying there in your cute little cheerleader uniform with your panties showing. And do you know what?" he asked.

"What?"

I wanna put this nice hard cock in your tight little pussy," he told her.

"But, sir," she stammered. "I'm your next-door neighbor. And I'm a virgin."

"Even better," he grinned.

"But I might get pregnant," she said.

"I'll make sure I cum outside of you, then," he assured her.

"Cum"" she asked quizzically.

"Yeah, when a guy gets really excited, he shoots white cream out of his cock," he explained.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, really. You want to see it?" he asked.

"I don't know," she hesitated.

"I know you want to see it," he said. "I'll even let you taste it."

"Taste it?" she asked wrinkling her nose.

"Yeah, it's not like pee or anything. It tastes pretty good. You'll see."

"But I shouldn't do anything like that," she said. "My parents would get upset."

"I'm sure not going to tell them if you won't."

Becky bit her lip in fake indecision.

Dan placed a hand on Becky's little white skirt and slowly pushed it up her legs, exposing her white cheer panties. He placed his fingertips on her little panty-covered mound and began rubbing it gently.

"Mister, you shouldn't be doing this!" she gasped.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yeah," she admitted.

"You want me to put my nice hard dick in your soft pussy, don't you?"

"Yeah," she confessed. "But your wife might catch us."

"Not if we're quick," he told her. "I'll make sure I don't cum in your pussy, too, so you won't get pregnant. Instead, I'll squirt my cream into your mouth, okay?"

Becky nodded.

"You promise to eat all of my cream?"

She nodded again.

"Should I take my clothes off?" she asked.

"No, I wanna fuck you in that cute little cheerleader uniform," he answered, with a big smile.

Becky giggled as Dan pulled her up from the couch. They kissed softly as he rubbed her tight little ass through her skirt. She could feel his large, warm hands as they slipped under her pleats and grabbed her sweet little ass.

"Okay, sweetheart, I want you to suck on my cock," he told her.

"Suck on it?" she asked.

"Uh-huh. Just sit down on the edge of the couch and put it in your mouth."

Becky sat down obediently and watched his dick wobble obscenely in front of her face. The man took another step forward and mashed it against her lips.

"Suck it, baby," he told her.

She opened her mouth and he thrust part of his eight-inch cock into the opening.

Becky choked a bit at first, not quite sure whether she could handle all of what he would give her.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck your hot mouth," he told her. Just suck on it while I pump it in and out."

He grasped her ponytails, one in each hand, and fucked his prick in and out of her mouth, careful not to push too much in.

"That's it, just like a lollipop."

Becky enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth. She felt so hot, so nasty, knowing that she was being filmed while she did it.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Would you like me to get you ready for your first fuck?" he asked.

Becky let his cock slide out of her mouth. He pushed her back on the couch and knelt in front of her.

"Just lie there and relax," he instructed. "Spread your legs wide for me."

Becky grabbed her thighs and spread them wide as Dan grasped the crotchband of her cheer panties and pulled it aside.

"Would you like me to take those off for you?" she asked.

"No," he answered. "I'm gonna lick your tight little virgin pussy just like this."

Becky felt his tongue press against her moist clit and softly move over it, back and forth repeatedly.

"Oh, God," she muttered. "Mr. Johnson, you're making me feel so good!"

He kept lapping at her love hole as he probed a finger slowly into her cunt.

"Oh! Oh! That's soooo good!" she murmured. "Keep going!"

He fucked her with his finger as he tongued her juicy clit. He knew it wouldn't take long to get her off.

"Oh, God. OH GOD!! AWWWWWW!" Becky shrieked. Her little body spasmed, her legs trembling, as she orgasmed.

Dan pulled his wet mouth from her cunt, his face glistening with her juices.

"Okay now, Becky. I'm gonna fuck you now."

He pulled the young girl down onto the carpet. Becky lie on her back as he pushed her little white cheerleading skirt high on her tummy, the blue pleats fanned out to the sides.

Once again, Becky spread her thighs wide for him. And once again, he pulled the panty fabric to one side, exposing those bright red, swollen pussy lips.

Becky felt him nestle the head of his cock against her. She anticipated the pain she would feel when he entered, but there was none.

Dan slowly slid a couple of inches into the young cheerleader. She took it easily, and after he pulled out, he fucked in a little deeper.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"It feels okay," she told him.

"I'm gonna give you a little more, then," he warned.

He thrust in and out several more times, until he was pushing a good six inches into her.

"How's that?" he asked.

"It's all right," she answered. "You can go deeper, I think."

Dan smiled and slowly worked in the last of his eight inches.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Like a fucking glove!" he groaned. "Your pussy is so hot and tight!"

Becky laughed. She put a hand behind each knee and pulled her legs up high, her kneesocked calves out to the sides, her shoelaces swinging wildly as he fucked her on the living room floor.

"This is fun!" she giggled.

"Oh, God, yes! Fucking a cute little cheerleader!" he moaned.

The two lovers fucked in sweet passion before Mr. Jordan, Jim and Debbie, who watched with interest. Debbie looked over at Jim, who was starting to get hard again watching the action before them. She smiled at him.

Becky looked into Dan's eyes as he pumped his cock into her softly but firmly. She felt warm all over.

"Sweet little virgin cheerleader..." he mumbled.

"Not any more," she giggled.

Dan slowed and pulled his cock out.

"Kneel in front of the couch," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck you doggie-style!"

Becky laughed as she moved into position. She bent forward onto the couch, her knees spread wide for balance, as Dan pushed her little skirt up high on her tight little ass.

Like before, he pushed his prick in though the side of her crotchband.

"That feels so dirty!" she said.

"What?" he asked.

"Fucking me in my panties like that!"

He grabbed her sides and pumped her hard from behind. The two lovers moaned in delight as they fucked, his loins slapping against her tight little ass.

Becky moaned in delight.

"You like me fucking your little cheerleader pussy?" he asked teasingly.

"Yeah," she said. "Fuck my cheerleader pussy."

"Such a naughty little girl!" he chided her.

Becky laughed, turning to smile at the man plowing her from behind.

"Okay, my sweet cheerleader, when I tell you, I want you turn around and sit on the floor with your mouth open," he gasped.

"Okay. Are you gonna squirt your stuff in my mouth?" she asked.

"Yeah! Get ready!"

Dan could feel the pressure in his balls, aching to release its cargo. The friction of her tight love tunnel, coupled with the excitement of fucking forbidden teenage pussy, had him on the brink.

"Now!"

Becky quickly turned around as he pulled out. He stood above her, aiming his cock down toward her face, which was tilted up toward him.

Becky held her mouth open and closed her eyes, waiting for it. Finally, with a groan from him, a wad of sticky white goo squirted across her tongue. Another glop of cum splattered on her top teeth, spraying onto her face.

Becky laughed as he continued to dump an incredible load on her. Another couple of bursts made it into her mouth, coating her lips, while more spasms sent jizz onto her cheeks, running down the sides of her face.

"Oh, shit!" he gasped, looking at the cum-covered cheerleader.

Becky knew her face was covered with the stuff. She felt so nasty. Gooey strings of man-cream dripped from the sides of her face and ran down her blue cheerleading sweater.

"You like the way this looks?" she asked him.

"Shit, yeah!" he hollered. "Nothing like cum all over the face of a cheerleader!"

Becky smiled for the camera, showing off her nasty facial cream and licking some of it from her upper lip.


CHAPTER 7

Debbie and Becky smiled at each other, having just lost their virginity to the two men. They were having a lot of fun.

"How did Dan's cum taste?" Debbie asked.

"Not bad," Becky answered. "About like Mr. Jordan's."

"Mmmm..." Debbie mused, remembering the previous week. "His cum was pretty good."

After everyone had cleaned up, they sat down to plan the next scene.

"Good stuff, everybody," said Mr. Jordan. "You girls were especially good."

Debbie and Becky beamed with enthusiasm.

"Okay," Mr. Jordan said. "For the last scene, I'd like you two girls to start by playfully wrestling with each other over a guy's phone number. Then you'll start to fondle each other and end up sucking each other off. Do you remember last weekend?"

Debbie and Becky looked at each other and smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah," Becky said.

"I'll bet you've tried that again sometime since then, haven't you?" Mr. Jordan asked.

"Uh huh," Debbie admitted. "It was kinda fun. We did it twice."

"Could you do it again for my little video camera?" he asked.

"Sure. Is that all you want?" Becky asked.

"No, after you get each other to orgasm, the two guys are gonna knock on the door and pretend to be insurance salesmen. Debbie will tell them that her parents aren't home, but they'll ask to come in, anyway."

Mr. Jordan proceeded to script out the little play in detail as everybody listened intently.

"And for the ending," he announced, "you girls will put your faces next to each other, your tongues together, while the two guys cum into both of your mouths."

Debbie laughed.

"Mr. Jordan! You're so dirty!" she exclaimed.

The men laughed.

"Do you have another outfit to change into?" Mr. Jordan asked. "One that doesn't have cum stains on it yet?"

The two cheerleaders nodded.

"We brought two others," Debbie explained. "The one that you filmed us in last week, and another one that we don't wear very often, because the coach thinks it's too sexy."

"Really? Describe it!"

"It's a really tight white sweater, kinda like the ones that those girls from USC wear, with a blue skirt that has a whole bunch of white pleats. The skirt is really short, too. The coach thinks it shows too much, because you can see our panties when we bend over just a little bit."

"Let's see that one, then," he told them.

The girls smiled and headed off to change.

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Ten minutes later, the two girls emerged from the bedroom. They were dressed identically in the hot little cheerleading uniforms they had described, carrying a set of blue and white pompons.

Debbie's golden hair sparkled almost as much as her radiant smile. Her glossy lipstick and bright white teeth were enough to make any man want to see them wrapped around his cock.

Becky had her long brunette hair in two ponytails. Her dimpled smile made her look incredibly sweet as the two girls stepped into the room to be gawked at by the three men.

Debbie looked at each of their crotches. They were already getting hard-ons just looking at the two young cheerleaders in their uniforms.

"You guys are getting excited already?" she asked, teasingly, with a smile.

"Shit," Mr. Jordan said. "You girls could make us hard all day."

"You haven't had a chance at us yet, Mr. Jordan," Debbie reminded him.

"You're right," he told them. "I'm gonna take my turn when these two guys have finished. You can both lick my cock at the same time while Dan films. We'll just kinda ad lib that part and I'll edit it up later."

"Model those great outfits for us, first," he told them. I want to get this on film."

While Mr. Jordan started up the video camera, Debbie smiled for him and showed off her cheerleading uniform. The white turtleneck sweater was incredibly tight, hugging every inch of her upper body. Her teenaged breasts thrust out the blue letters "KVHS" across her chest. The sweater was also quite short, barely coming to the top of her skirt.

Debbie raised her arms with her pompons and shook them over her head. Her sweater pulled up with the arm movements, exposing her flat, creamy belly. Then she jumped around for him, her breasts bouncing the chenille letters up and down.

Her little royal blue cheerleading skirt was incredibly short, just like she had said. Sixteen white pleats flashed their colors as she jumped about, swishing from side to side, exposing just a hint of white cheerleading briefs.

Debbie watched as he panned the camera down over her long thin thighs and slightly knobby knees to the white kneesocks and white tennies, then slowly back up to her little skirt. She did a series of leg kicks, giving a few teasing glimpses of her pantied crotch.

After about a minute of jumping around, she stopped and turned around for him. Her tight little ass, coupled with the shortness of the skirt, pulled the pleats apart ever-so-slightly.

Debbie bent over slowly, the blue fabric pulling upward, the sixteen white pleats fanning out wide, the skirt up so high that half of her ass was visible.

"Aw, shit..." muttered Jim, from the nearby couch.

Debbie's tight teen ass looked so inviting, wrapped in those tight white cheer panties. With her legs held together, her little cunny mound bulged between her luscious thighs. The young cheerleader was a walking wet dream, and she knew it.

Becky followed her lead and turned away from the men, bending forward to give her own little panty-tease. The two teenagers looked around to the side and smiled for the three men.

"Just stand like that and rub your pussies through your panties," Mr. Jordan instructed.

The girls obeyed. The sight of these two JV cheerleaders rubbing themselves through their panty fabric was almost too much for the guys to handle. They had all they could do to keep from fucking these two girls on the spot.

After a couple more minutes of filming, the girls moved to the couch. They played to the camera, the young cheerleaders playfully wrestling with each other, their little skirts writhing about, flashing their panties. They giggled as they squirmed on the couch, until Debbie planted a kiss on Becky's lips.

Becky responded by eagerly probing Debbie's mouth with her soft tongue. As she did so, Debbie placed a hand on Becky's sweater and began massaging her breasts.

"Oh, God..." Becky moaned. "Debbie..."

As Becky slouched on the couch with her white kneesocks cocked out to the sides, she coaxed Debbie's legs apart. Debbie put one tennis shoe up on the edge of the couch, her leg up high, showing her panty-coated cheerleading muff to the camera.

Debbie felt Becky's hand as it slid up her thigh and over her panties. Becky was rubbing her now, and it felt incredibly exciting to have her best friend stimulating her in front of these men.

Debbie was on fire. She thrust her tongue more forcefully into Becky's mouth and moved her hand down Becky's sweater, over her cute little skirt, to the little brunette's cheer panties.

Both girls were now gasping for breath as their tongues darted in and out of each others' mouths. The hand strokes intensified as wet spots began to form across their crotches, soaking through the soft fabric.

"We've gotta get these panties off!" Becky exclaimed.

The two girls paused just long enough to pull their tight white panties down over their thighs and just past their knees. They left them stretched out across their white kneesocks, legs spread wide apart, only adding to the naughtiness of the scene.

Becky, her chest now heaving, stuck a couple of fingers into her friend's sopping wet pussy. Debbie groaned in delight as her cheerleading friend began to finger-fuck her.

Debbie responded by doing the same. Both girls, half-turned toward each other on the couch, were frantically jacking each other off. It almost seemed as if each was intent on making the other reach orgasm first.

Their fingers glistened with sweet pussy juice as they slid them out across the clit, then back in. The men watched in stunned silence.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Debbie. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Debbie's legs began trembling. She could hardly breath now, with the intense excitement of the scene. She looked toward Jim and managed a weak smile as she gasped for breath, her tight- fitting cheerleading sweater heaving up and down.

"I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum! OHHHH GODDDDD!!!" she screamed loudly.

Debbie's hand on her friend paused briefly as her own body tingled with the rush of the sensation.

"Do me! Do me! Don't stop!" Becky implored, as her own stroking slowed to a stop.

Debbie resumed her hand-job on her friend. Becky, looking so darling in her cute little ponytails, bit her lip and grasped her kneesocked legs, pulling them up to her shoulders and out to the sides.

Becky looked so magnificent as she gasped for breath, her legs almost behind her head, the white pleats of her little blue skirt spread out across her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut as the intensity of Debbie's clit-rubbing grew.

"Awwww! I'm getting' it! I'm getting' it! Aw, shit!" she gasped, her tennis shoes shaking as her feet hung there.

Debbie pulled her hand away slowly and the two cheerleaders kissed each other softly as they embraced. They truly enjoyed satisfying each other's sexual needs, and they both knew that they would be repeating this experience many more times in the months to come...


CHAPTER 8

The two young cheerleaders cuddled in each others' arms for a few minutes, relishing their encounter, before drying off their tender pussies and putting their cheer panties back on.

Mr. Jordan paused filming to set up the next scene, reminding the two girls of the type of dialog and approach he wanted them to use. Debbie and Becky nodded in agreement and took their places on the couch as Mr. Jordan resumed filming.

"God, I'm so horny," said Debbie, snuggled next to her friend. "I'd love to fuck one of the football players right now."

"Me, too!" chimed in Becky. "Shame on you, Debbie. You got me all worked up for some fun!"

"Maybe tonight after the game," offered Debbie. "I'll see if Bill and Tom can go to the woods with us."

The doorbell rang. Both Debbie and Becky sprang from the couch, thinking it might be another of their friends. Instead, two men were on the porch.

"Good afternoon, ladies," said Jim. "We're calling on families in the neighborhood to tell you about some great products we have to offer. Are your parents home?"

"No," answered Debbie, who turned to look at Becky, giggling behind her. Becky was nodding emphatically at her.

"Well, could you tell us when they will be home?" Jim asked. "We'll come by another time."

"They should be home any moment," answered Debbie. "Why don't you come in?"

"Well, I don't know," stammered Jim. "We should just come back later."

"No, just stay and wait," Debbie implored. "Please."

The two men hesitated, then walked in. Debbie locked the deadbolt behind them with a loud click.

"What the hell?" Jim asked, quizzically. "Why did you lock the door?"

"Because I don't want anyone coming in to interrupt us," she boldly told him.

"I thought you said your parents would be home about now."

"Well, I lied," she said matter-of-factly.

"So why did you want us to come in?" he asked.

"Cause we want you guys to fuck us," she said brazenly.

"Are you kidding?!" he gasped. "I mean, you girls look great in your little uniforms, but how old are you?"

"Sixteen," answered Debbie.

"I'm only fifteen," Becky chimed.

"Shit," Jim muttered. "We can't do that! No offense, but you're just kids! We could get into a lot of trouble!"

"You don't want us?" asked Becky, sadly.

"It's not that, sweetheart," said Dan. "He's right. We would get in a lot of trouble if anybody found out."

"Who's gonna tell?" asked Debbie. "I'm sure not gonna say anything."

"Me, neither!" Becky shook her head. "Cross my heart."

Becky rubbed her fingers across a breast of her sweater in an "X" shape. Jim gulped.

Jim looked at Dan, who hesitated, then nodded.

"Okay," he told them with a smile. "Let's do it!"

"Goodie! Goodie!" Becky exclaimed, jumping about like an excited little schoolgirl, her little pleated skirt flapping about wildly.

"By the way, I'm Becky!" she blurted. "And this is my friend, Debbie!"

"I'm Jim."

"My name's Dan."

"Well, now that we've been introduced, I think you girls should give us a cheer, first," said Dan. "You know, put us in the mood."

"Absolutely," Jim added, with a wry grin.

The two girls giggled. Debbie turned on the nearby stereo and the two cheerleaders stepped into the middle of the room with their blue and white pompons. A good beat was going from the speakers.

"Okay, Becky," said Debbie. "Let's give `em a show.

As the men watched from the couch, the two cheerleaders stood before them and started their dance routine. Clutching their pompons, the girls began to gyrate.

Debbie smiled from ear to ear with that big, gorgeous smile, accentuated by the bright red lipstick she wore. Her shoulder- length blonde hair swayed in rhythm with her body. Her hips wiggled from side to side, tossing her flimsy little white skirt about, the blue pleats flashing wildly.

Debbie's small-but-firm tits wobbled under the tight white sweater, and she smiled and stepped up the action when she saw the bulges in the men's pants start to grow.

Meanwhile, Becky shook and shimmied to the music, her cute little ponytails bouncing as she jumped about. She spun away from the two men and bent over as she shook her delightful little ass at them.

"Aw, fuck..." Dan muttered, getting an eyeful of white cunny mound wrapped in tight cheer panties.

"Look at that ass!" he marveled.

Debbie, not to be outdone by her friend, duplicated Becky's move. While she gyrated, she reached between her legs in front and massaged her little cunny through the fabric.

"Oh, yeah!" Jim exclaimed.

As the music came to an end, Debbie looked back over her shoulder at the two men and could see that they were more than ready to take the two horny cheerleaders.

She turned around with Becky to give them a cheer.

"Two bits, four bits, six bits, a buck!" they shouted, their pompons flailing about.

"Come on, guys, give us a fuck!"

Debbie and Becky screamed their approval as the men quickly doffed their pants and stepped forward to take them.

Dan, having fucked Becky earlier, grabbed Debbie into his arms, while Jim took little Becky.

Debbie eagerly thrust her tongue into Dan's mouth as he ruffled up her soft pleats to gently squeeze her tight teen ass through her lovely white cheer panties.

"Mmmm..." she moaned. One of his hands cupped a breast through her sweater, softly kneading her tit. She reached downward and took his stiff cock in her hand. While he kissed her neck, she began a hand-stroke on his prick.

"Ooh, that's good!" he moaned, enjoying the feeling of her hand on him.

"I want to suck it!" she blurted.

"Go ahead," he told her.

Debbie dropped to her knees, opened her hungry mouth and slid his meat between her lips. Her first few mouth-strokes were slow and teasing, wiggling her tongue against the tender underside of his cockhead.

"Awww, fuck!" he gasped with the sensation.

Debbie then leaned forward and took him deep into her mouth, swallowing almost the entire length of his massive cock-stalk. She did so slowly, trying not to choke on him. Then she backed off some and started a steady fuck-stroke with her lips.

In the meantime, Jim had pulled pretty little Becky's cheer panties down around her thighs. The pony-tailed youngster stood with her legs spread, panties stretched tight, as Jim lapped at her delicious, nearly bald teen cunt, his head nestled under her little skirt.

Becky's thin kneesock-encased legs trembled in delight as her pussy received a dose of licking and sucking.

"Oh, mister!" she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Becky pulled her little white skirt up around her waist for the camera to get a better angle. Jim's tongue was working her furiously, and she knew she wouldn't last long. Streams of pussy juice ran down the insides of her thighs and dribbled onto the cuffs of her white kneesocks.

"Oh! Oh! There it is!" she moaned as she squeezed the hem of her little skirt. Her young body convulsed as she was racked by a powerful orgasm.

"Oh, mister!" she gasped. "That was wonderful! Fuck me, mister! Fuck me now!"

Jim sprawled out across the carpet, his stiff cock jutting into the air like a monolith.

"Okay, little girl," he said. "Get on top of me.

Becky smiled as she wiggled her half-down panties over her kneesocks. She deftly kicked them across the room and quickly straddled the man.

"Do you want me to take the skirt off?" Becky asked.

"No way!" he answered. "I wanna fuck you in your uniform!"

As Debbie watched, young Becky, still holding her skirt up, lowered herself onto Jim and impaled herself onto his massive manhood. Becky closed her eyes and smiled in delight, enjoying the feeling of a warm prick nestled into her wet love box.

"Mmmm." moaned Becky as she began to ride Jim. She leaned forward onto her knees and rode him with a forward and backward motion as he reached down and pulled her skirt up and out of the way.

Debbie popped her lips from Dan's prick. She had been watching Becky, and the sight of her friend getting off had made her even hornier.

"Wanna fuck me now, mister?" Debbie asked.

"Yeah," Dan said. "Kneel in front of the couch and put your elbows on the cushion."

Debbie smiled and positioned herself as instructed, as Dan crawled up from behind. He pushed her flimsy white cheerleading skirt up high on her ass, the sixteen blue pleats fanning out. Dan pulled the legband of her panties off to one side and slowly pushed his cock into her from behind.

"Oooh!" she said. "You're gonna do me in my panties?"

"Yep," he answered. "I'm gonna fuck your little teenaged twat in those cute little cheerleading panties.

"You're so nasty!" she chided him teasingly with a smile over her shoulder.

Dan grabbed the sides of her waist and started a firm fuck- stroke from behind. His loins slapped against her tight little ass as he drilled the darling blonde cheerleader's cunt.

"That's it." Debbie groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me good!"

"Yeah, I've always wanted to fuck a cheerleader!" he grunted. "I'd love to shoot my load into a cheerleader's tight little pussy!"

"Naw, I wanna eat your cum," she told him. "Do it in my mouth, instead."

Dan rammed it home into Debbie repeatedly, driving the girl into the couch cushions. The two moaned in pleasure as they fucked for the video camera.

Meanwhile, Jim had pulled little Becky's sweater up over her small, firm tits. The young cheerleader purred softly as he kneaded her nipples between his fingertips.

"Mmmmm." said Becky, smiling with her eyes sweetly closed, her ponytails swaying as she fucked his schlong in and out of her.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Your pussy is so tight, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Not in me!" she cried. "Don't shoot your stuff into me and make me pregnant!"

Becky pulled up off of Jim and he rolled her over onto the floor. As she lied there, her tight white turtleneck sweater pulled up over her tits, her little skirt piled up on her flat tummy with her kneesocks cocked high in the air and knees wide apart, he shimmied up to her face.

Becky looked up at Jim and smiled sweetly, her ponytails spread out across the carpet.

"Are you gonna squirt it in my mouth?" she asked.

"I'm gonna spray it all over your pretty face," he told her. "If you open your mouth, I'll even let you taste some of it!"

Becky chuckled, watching him jerking himself furiously over her. She opened her mouth wide, hoping for a tasty treat, as Mr. Jordan moved the camera into position to capture the cumshot.

"Okay, you sweet little girl, get ready." he groaned.

As he pushed his prick down toward her face, she saw the first stream of cum as it exploded from his balls and shot out through his cock to splatter on her upper teeth and lip. Becky laughed as more of his cream sprayed onto her cheeks. She closed her eyes as he emptied more cum onto her schoolgirl face, surprised that he could build up so much juice after cumming all over Debbie earlier.

"Oh my God." gasped Debbie, who was watching over her shoulder as Jim sprayed her face down with jizz.

"You like that?" asked Dan, still fucking hard with a rock- steady rhythm. "Would you like a face-bath, too?"

"Yeah." she admitted. "It's so nasty-looking!"

In the meantime, Becky felt the deluge of cum slow to a trickle. Jim dropped down lower and pushed his pricktip into her smiling mouth, squeezing down the shaft with his hand and depositing the last of his warm load onto her pink tongue.

Becky took his final offerings eagerly, enjoying the saltiness of the taste. She clamped her lips around him and sucked hard to draw every last drop from him. When she had finished him off, she popped her lips off, licked the cum from her lips and smiled for the camera. White streams of warm goo coated her face, running down her cheeks.

"Such a sweet little girl. Such a naughty little cheerleader," moaned Jim, as he admired the young girl.

Having watched Jim and Becky, Dan pulled out of Debbie and twirled her down onto the carpet, next to her friend. Her little skirt twisted

"Okay, my little sweetheart, I'm gonna squirt it all over your face, just like your friend."

Debbie smiled and waited for the white shower. She didn't have to wait long.

"Aw, shit! Here it comes! Take my load on your face, you cheerleader slut!" he gasped.

While Becky watched, with Debbie's cute face only inches away, Dan's massive prick began a rain of gooey cum. Debbie closed her eyes to keep it out, laughing as she received her bath. She could feel the warmth as it splattered all over her nose, her teeth and ran down her cheeks into her beautiful blonde hair.

Dan continued to stroke his cock, squirting more and more cum onto the cheerleader's angelic face. Then, mercifully, the torrent of jizz slowed to a trickle. He wiped the last dangling bit across her teeth, just as the girl opened her eyes again.

"Aw, fuck!" he said. "What a facial!"

Debbie turned to look at Becky, who had been watching her friend get showered.

"You're a mess!" said Debbie.

"I am? You should see your face! You've even got it in your hair!" Becky retorted.

The two young cheerleaders laughed. They both felt so nasty, and it excited them. They smiled for the camera above them as it captured the scene.

"Okay, girls," said Mr. Jordan. "I want you to lick the cum off each other's face.

Debbie and Becky looked at him with a surprised look, then at each other. Tentatively, the two young cheerleaders rolled halfway toward each other.

Debbie, somewhat embarrassed by the request, giggled, as did Becky. The young blonde reached her tongue to Becky's smooth lips and licked a strand of cum, which dangled as she sucked it into her mouth. She then stroked Becky's smooth cheek with her tongue, cleaning the white stickiness with her hungry tongue. After a number of licks, she had pretty much cleaned up her friend.

Becky then responded, lapping up a gooey string of man-cream which hung from Debbie's chin. She eagerly licked at her friend's face and lips, swallowing all of the cum she could find, as the three men watched in amazement.

"Shit..." Jim muttered. "You little cheerleaders are really hot and nasty!"

The two girls smiled for them and the camera, as Mr. Jordan paused the filming.

"Okay," he said. "Now it's my turn. Dan, you can work the camera."

Mr. Jordan passed the camera to the man as he quickly pulled off his jeans and briefs. His rock-hard cock wobbled before the two little cheerleaders, who waited in anticipation with smiles.

"Okay, I've been wanting to screw both of you girls. Who wants to get fucked first?" he asked.

Debbie pulled her little pleated skirt back up and cocked her kneesocked legs wide open.

"Right here, Mr. Jordan," she told him.

She watched as he lowered himself onto her and fisted his swollen prick into her soft wet pussy. Becky smiled at her, knowing she would be next.

Debbie smiled from ear to ear as he plowed her tight and tender twat. The young cheerleader couldn't help but wonder what her next sexual adventure would be...

**** T H E E N D ****
OF "LITTLE VIRGIN CHEERLEADER"

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