Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

[Jack Stalker]

Cheerleader​

The Rams coach, Hugh Wiseman had one fucking rule, the same rule that every coach had across all of the united states. The football players were not allowed to fraternise with the cheerleaders. It was basic common sense, they had to be focused on the game, not on pussy. Of course, some of them tried to flaunt those rules, which often resulted in expulsions from the team, typically such things could go either way, but in his team it was usually the layers who got kicked, not the girls. No, the girls were not just there to prance about in front of the spectators, getting them hard and distracting the from the game if it was going badly. No, they were there to keep him hard as well. The harder he was, the more focused he could get in his plays and plans, sort of the opposite deal from the players. Plus he liked to look at them, young, fit, tight bodied little sluts the lot of them. Many of the guys liked to see fuller curvier figures, but with cheerleaders the lighter you were the better. Cheerleaders got tossed in the air and the fat ones never went as high, never flashed as much of their panties and never got the spectators as hard as the fit ones did. Hard spectators meant return visits, more money, better numbers of fans. Hell, half of the guys only came along to watch the girls prancing and posing and cheering, secretly wishing they were the lucky bastards who got to fuck them. Lucky bastards like Hugh Wiseman. That's why he liked the slim, slender, skinny, tight bodied ones, the ones with toned flesh, hard abs, defined oblique’s and tiny breasts. Ones like Spencer Brooke, the hottest blonde cheerleader they had ever had for the team.

That's why he was so pleased when he found her in a position which suggested that she was about to suck off one of the players. Giving the boy a stern scowl and a slap to the back of the head, followed by a dressing down and threats of being thrown off the team, sent him scurrying away in a panic. No one wanted to cross Coach Wiseman, no one, especially when doing so meant being thrown off the team and being cast to the gutter. Of course, that went for the Cheerleaders as well, who should all have known better. He'd found them both in a cleaning closet next to the locker rooms, a random sweep which proved to be very beneficial. With the door slamming behind him as the boy hastened away, the coach knew he had a good amount of time before the practice sessions going on outside required his presence, plus it was only expected that he stay behind to chastise and chew out the cheerleader for breaking the rules. "So, Spencer. Miss Brooke. It looks like you think that the rules don't apply to you. Such a shame, I had such high hopes for you to take over as head cheerleader this season. However the rules are quite specific, no fraternizing between cheerleaders and players. They apply to everyone, even prodigy's like yourself." he shook his head, wagging a finger as he looked her up and down, raping her with his eyes… undoubtedly the same way a thousand others had done so since she had turned legal.

Standing there in the doorway, dressed in his casual jeans and t-shirt mix which he wore for training sessions, he towered above her by a good foot, dominating the space as he made no attempt to disguise the clear unrestrained lust which was burning i his eyes. He spent a few seconds fucking her mentally, before he turned his attention to her face. "I can't have cock hungry little sluts like you distracting my boys, now can I Spencer? It's not fair.. On the other hand it's hot young girls like you that help to bring in some of our fans. Losing you would be costly, especially as you are due to take over things, as I said. However there's an easy solution, isn't there Miss Brooke? Spencer? Do you know what it is? Let me lay it out for you. You are a filthy, cock hungry little whore who craves cock, aren't you? That's why you sneaked away during practice, because your hot, tight young cunt is weeping into your panties, because your hot young flesh is craving a hard cock. However you can't be wasted on a mere boy Spencer, can you? That wouldn't be right. No, what you need is to understand that if you want cock then you are going to have to take it from a man, not a boy." he grinned, stepping forwards he reached down, sliding a hand between her thighs, raising up her skirt with his wrist as his fingers sought out her slit beneath her panties.

"Now, if you want to keep your place on the squad, if you want to keep your place in this school, then I think you know what you are going to have to do, don't you Spencer?" he growled, his voice a deep resonating bass as he moved his other hand to grasp around her throat, tilting her head up towards him. He looked down into her eyes. "You need to prove to me that it's worth al the trouble of keeping you on the squad. Do you know how to do that Spencer? Do you know what you need to do? You have two choices today. You can turn around, put your hands on the shelf in front of you and start reciting your favourite chant while I fuck you." he let the crude vulgar reality sink into her brain. "Or you can suck me off and hope that you can make me cum in your mouth, before the bitches outside finish their latest routine." the faint distant cheers and shouts could be heard filtering through a window high up on one wall of the closet. "Of course, if they finish first, then you'll have to take my cock any way I choose. Understand?" it was a question, but there was no possibility of her having any other choice.

 

[caliente]

Spencer felt her heart beat rapidly inside her chest. She had made out with Jimmy a few times already, but never like this. This was better. It was forbidden. She knew nobody was going to say a word when a cheerleader and one of the players were making out at a party. On a weekend. Out of school.
She -knew- they were both in real trouble if they got caught making out... during practise time, at school, the day before an important game. The slight pang of guilt only turned Spencer on more. She loved cheering more than anything else... but she loved sex almost as much. And she hated being the good girl. So this entire situation was turning her on incredibly.

Jimmy was kissing her passionately, groping her breasts through her tight little top. Spencer wasn't wearing a bra. She was proud she didn't need one. "Mhmm... stop stop stop... let's not waste any time... they'll be wondering where we are in about 10 minutes!" Spencer gasped into his ear. Jimmy chuckled, and sat down, spreading his legs. "What are you waiting for then?" He asked, freeing his cock, strocking his erection when Spencer knelt down.... and felt herself gripped by the shoulder.
Coach Wiseman! Spencer felt all the blood drain from her face. She felt despair. Listening to him chastising Jimmy just turned things worse. She knew it would be her turn after. Knew he was ALWAYS harder on the girls than on the guys.

When Jimmy hastily left, Spencer felt as if her blood had been replaced by ice water. She didn't DARE look up at Coach Wisemen, remembering Nikki Lafayette being thrown from the cheering squad after she had angered the Coach. Spencer was SO caught up feeling guilt and regret and fearing he'd simply throw her from the squad that it took her a few moments to register the words that TRULY spilled from his mouth. The room suddenly seemed VERY small, with his eyes practically fucking her, with his towering figure blocking the door. Suddenly Spencer felt it was hard to breathe for more than one reason. His voice was aggressive, mercilessly abusing her. "W...what? N... no I mean I...." she started to feebly protest when he called her a filthy cockhungry whore, and then she felt his hand glide under her skirt, his fingers pretending there wasn't even panties there, elegantly gliding into her slit beneath the tight fabric, finding slick, moist heat trapped there.

"You need to prove to me that it's worth al the trouble of keeping you on the squad. Do you know how to do that Spencer? Do you know what you need to do? You have two choices today. You can turn around, put your hands on the shelf in front of you and start reciting your favourite chant while I fuck you."
She gasped at his outrageous suggestion, blushing hotly. She -knew- she would do anything he demanded from her. She didn't want to be kicked from the squad. He could even have her expelled... though having to leave school didn't quite impress Spencer as much as the possibility to loose the cheerleading.
"Or you can suck me off and hope that you can make me cum in your mouth, before the bitches outside finish their latest routine."
His voice rang out, making Spencer's mind spin. "That's only 7 minutes and 45 seconds, Coach!" she exclaimed at his second suggestion. Then she started to think very fast. She -was- extremly talented with her mouth. And if he needed to stalk cheerleaders for sex he seemed to be desperate. That was a clean opportunity to get away with this in less than 10 minutes.

For the first time Spencer felt a trickle of hope, and she lifted her chin, staring right into Coach Wiseman's eyes. "I bet I can beat the squad" she said, her entire pose betraying that this was a challenge she was taking very seriously. "I CAN beat the squad" she repeated, and sank to her knees in front of the Coach, young, nimble fingers hectically starting to tug at his clothes.

 

[Jack Stalker]

There was no feeling in the world better than the hot, tight, wet slit of a teenage slut. In that regard, Spencer was the cream of the crop, a 'fuck me' blonde wrapped up in a 'rape me' cheerleader outfit, with a body to kill for. Right now she was all his, to do with as he fucking liked, assuming that she had any desire to stay on the squad. He didn't even consider for a second how this situation might pay against him, good old Coach Wiseman? He was without reproach. Hell, he could have fucked her senseless without even pausing and no one would have believed her if she reported him! If anything they would have called her a cock teasing little whore, out to despoil the good name of an upstanding citizen for her own agenda. No, Coach Wiseman was in control and in charge here and he was going to enjoy every second of it. He'd been fantasizing about Spencer for weeks, dreaming about the same soaking slot which was now soiling his fingertips, dreaming about her tight cunt sucking on his cock, her legs spreading around him, her moans and whimpers bathing his ears with heat. No, now that he had Spencer dead to rights he was going to take every advantage he could think of and a few more besides, she deserved it and it wasn't like she was some innocent virgin either. She knew damn well what men wanted, by the look of what was going to go down with Jimmy, so what happened now, she was ready for it as far as he was concerned. The fact that she was young enough to be his daughter? That only turned him on more, changing his already hard cock into a raging stiff shaft of bulging and pre cum weeping flesh that was eager to feel the stroke of her gash or her tongue against it.

Her blushing cheeks only enticed him more, the heat on her face rewarding her with more attention from his fingers. Finding she was wet already, he began to splay apart the hot lips of her cut, mashing the folds aside to allow a single digit to stroke along her gash, opening it up, sinking deeper and deeper into it as his thumb found a nub of flesh about her hood, massaging it as he looked into her eyes, his other hand moving to stroke into her hair. His fingers wrapped about her long blonde strands, then bunched into a fist as he drew back her head to sake a sudden thirst for her lips. His hot mouth closed on hers, his tongue slashing open her slit of a mouth to force its way inside, allowing him to feast on her for a few moments, hot breath, burning spit, raw lust fuelled passion devouring her before he pulled back to listen to what she had to say, his fingers on her cunt showing no mercy as they continued to stroke and invade her sacred hole with a casual uncaring menace, his shallow finger fucking drenching his hand in her secretions, as they wept from her violated snatch. "Seven minutes. I'm sure you have made boys come in less… with at least one of your holes." he smirked in response. Naturally he figured that hey didn't have his stamina, despite not having had a decent fuck in months, nor did they have the same incentive to hold back that he had, access to her tight young flesh any way he wanted. She had accepted the challenge, knew the risks, now it was time to show her what she had gotten herself into.

"Yeah, you can beat the squad you little bitch, you're the hottest girl in it, right?" he replied as her delicate and nimble hands began to claw at his jeans. He allowed her to get as far as unzipping him, before taking hold of her wrists, pulling her hands away from him. "No Spencer, you need your hands for tossing those pompoms about or catching your squad mates. No, I want you to make me come with your sweet innocent looking mouth. Get me?" he growled, moving one hand to pull out his massive cock. His erection was huge, a monstrous pillar of flesh that jutted out in front of him and almost slapped into her face as it wavered and twitched in front of her. The thick shaft and wide girth were smothered in bulging veins and the fat head wept pre cum which left the head glistening and the length of his rod streaked with a shine as he felt it pulse and quiver in front of her tiny mouth. Outside the window he could hear familiar chanting *Ready? Okay! I'm sexy, I'm cute I'm popular to boot, I'm bitchin, great hair, the boys all love to stare, I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything your not, I'm pretty, I'm cool, I dominate this school... * , but he largely ignored it, instead focusing on her face as he looked down at her, kneeling in front of him as though kneeling before some altar, ready to take an offering from her new god.

"You think you have what it takes girl, to make me cum in your mouth? You're going to have to take me to the balls in order to ensure you swallow everything. We don't want you messing up your uniform, now do we? Of course if you can't choke on this fucker, if you can't take it until it's bulging your throat and teasing your guts, well, I'll have to ram it inside you. Thing is, I think you'd like that as well, wouldn't you Spencer." he grunted, moving a hand to slide into her hair, leaving his other hand free to stroke her cheek, thumbing her lips, fingering her tongue and smearing her spit onto his rod as he stared at her. "Now show me, you hot little bitch, show me how much you want to stay on the squad. Fuck my cock with your mouth. Do it." his gaze bore into her, the proximity of her lips making his cock shudder with anticipation.

 

[caliente]

Spencer let out a soft, surprised little sound when his cock sprang free from his jeans. He was... enormous. Bigger than any cock she had ever had, and she couldn't help but stare at it. "Oh my god" she involuntarily breathed. There was no denying she was turned on, despite the situation. She was still embarassed that Coach Wiseman had caught her in flagranti with Jim, she was horribly afraid he would truly have her kicked from the cheering squad, his words made her feel like a dirty little slut and she was -very- aware that he had all the power here.

He could kick her from the squad. He could tell her parents why. He could make her the target of every dirty little joke in school. He could have her expelled. He could ruin her entire future over this. Instead... instead he was "just" "forcing" her to some sex. Spencer had the distinct feeling that she shouldn't be turned on by his fingering her tight little pussy or the sight of his cock. But... she couldn't help it. His fingers had caused a strange, burning sensation, she felt an intense, almost painful throb between her legs. She reached for his raging hard shaft, when he pushed her hands away. "No Spencer..." he said, and she listened, her eyes widening.

The fit, lithe little blonde's eyes were huge when his words hit her, each like a little slap into her face, his remark about him having to ram his cock down her throat and fuck her mouth causing another heated blush. Spencer had always been on the adventurous side of things... how often had she fantasized about deepthroating a guy? Had stared at stupid gifs on her phone, of guys with incredibly huge cocks pulling it from crying girls mouthes and frantically masturbated to these? In a strangely obedient gestures she crossed her arms behind her back, the motion causing her small tits to rise.

His hand was lightly touching the side of her head, his fingers in her hair. Not even a threat at this very moment, his other hand caressing her face, fingers invading her mouth, her own spit used to moisten his already glistening rod. Spencer closed her eyes, his cock was almost touching her soft, innocent looking lips, his gaze catching her like lights catch a deer.... the chanting of the squad outside a painful reminder of the time, and she had closed her eyes to escape the almost trance-like state she was getting into.

He was right. She didn't have time for teasing. For the usual foreplay. For sucking his tip into her mouth, letting her tongue spiral around it. Oh, Spencer was by no means innocent. She had caused quite a few guys to cum into their pants before she even had started anything. She felt her heart start to race, when she realized she had zero experience with what he expected from her. Heck... 90% of the boys she had made out with had exploded from just a little kiss on the tip. A desperate little sound vibrated from her lips, her eyes opening, meeting his gaze, and then she finally made contact with his cock.

Spencer's lips gliding over his tip, her lips covering her teeth carefully. She was still flushed, turning even redder when she realized she couldn't stop staring into his face, while her young mouth stretched around his cock. Jesus fucking Christ in heaven.. he wasn't big. He was HUGE. His tip was enough to make her mouth feel fuller than it had ever felt before, and she wasn't even able to take him in half the way, before she had to gag.
Spencer coughed, the gagging causing tears to shoot into her eyes. 6 minutes... the athletic little blonde didn't waste any time on hesitation. She felt spit pool underneath her tongue... with his beautiful cock blocking the way to her throat she couldn't swallow, but she didn't want it to run out either.

Spencer tried again, slower this time. But the moment he reached the back of her throat she had to gag again, involuntarily withdrawing again. She coughed. Swallowed. Greedily breathing in a few times. 5.45.... she could almost hear the seconds tick away, when she reconnected her mouth with his cock, and started to actually "fuck" him with her face. She opened her mouth wider with each little thrust, impaling herself deeper and deeper on his angrily swollen meat, until she had almost three quarters of his massive length inside her mouth, before she had to gag again, her mascara smearing when fresh, hot tears welled up in her eyes from the reflex.

 

[Jack Stalker]

He was so fucking hard! He was so fucking hard now that pre cum was almost pouring from his cock like the real thing. His shaft was swollen, gigantic, a heavy length of steel like flesh which sported throbbing streaks of bulging veins, as well as a glistening cock head that shone purple with the fierceness of his lust. The hottest cheerleader, cornered and forced into taking his cock, and soon it would be driven deep into her innocent looking flesh to despoil and desecrate it as he saw fit, as her master, her coach, her new fucking god, laid claim to something only boys had played with before. Now she was going to know what it was like to have triggered the unstoppable and relentless lust of a grown man. He noticed her crossing her arms behind her back, reducing herself to a single hungry mouth that sought to serve him, "Good girl Spencer. You know what to do it looks like! You always were a quick learner, quick to pick up a new routine. We'll call this one the muffled cheer shall we?" he told her with a smirk. "The first of many new routines for you to learn, no doubt." amusement bleeding into the raw desperate lust which dripped from his words as he looked down at her, her juicy warm lips inches from his monstrous rod as it jerked and bobbed about it front of her, specks of his pre cum splattering onto her cheeks and chin as he swayed his body and moved even closer to her, his rampant erection towering in front of her. He could feel her breath on it, the heat searing up and down its length as it waited to feel bliss envelop it.

Her lips parted and he felt the wet heat of her mouth and tongue against his knob, he let out a deep groan of satisfaction, his cock pulsing as it boiled in the furnace that had become her mouth. His sensitive glans slid over her tongue and his cock head was suddenly roasting away inside her as he looked down at her, her eyes opening to fix on his as he tightened one hand in her hair, the other lightly slapping the side of her face before joining the first in manipulating her head, slowly forcing her to stick in place, then ease forwards along his cock length. He held it in her mouth, watching her gag and choke around its length, feeling the shuddering convulsions of her struggling attempts to draw breath send shivers and spears of pleasure rippling down his shaft. "Ahhh... fuck me, your mouth feels so fucking good!" he groaned loudly, as the cheers outside continued and he gasped out a long drawn out celebratory moan of ecstasy at the feel of her mouth engulfing his fuck hungry rod. It was as though an eternity of pent up frustration was released in that single moment, at the feel of the young girls mouth caving in and delivering a intense quivering jolt of bliss to his cock and his soul. His cock head nudged at the back of her throat, as he wallowed in the sensations of her tongue and lips assaulting his manhood.

He aw her eyes well up, his lisp a smirk of merciless lust. His cock was half slick with her spit now, as he fucked it back and forth across her tongue, holding her head in his hands as he used her like her mouth was some second cunt placed there for his pleasure. His shaft streaked with a cocktail of pre cum and saliva, half glistening and half dry as he tried to force it deeper and deeper into her gullet, cramming it towards the point where he would feel his balls mash against her face. Could she take the entire thing down her bulging throat? She would have to if she thought she was going to escape with a simple face fucking. Her hot lips, cascading blonde hair, tight slim body, there was nothing working in her favour to prevent his cock swelling and stretching as he craved her more and more. His fat girth parted her lips, his enormous cock growing in her mouth to make it harder and harder to take the entire thing... but he was relentless, merciless, stuffing it into her a little further with each thrust. He was living the dream right now, fucking a cheerleader, fucking the hot young blonde idol of so many fans, bending and twisting her to his will. "More, take it deeper Spencer. You can do it. Ready? Okay!" he hissed mockingly almost, as he drove his cock into her sucking hole.

"God... almost there.. you can do it Spencer, show me that you deserve all the fucking attention that you get! So many players want to wreck you, you know that right? So many come to me, begging, pleading, but they know the fucking rules. No dating cheerleaders. in or out of school, same as the real leagues. Me, on the other hand, I can do whatever the fuck I like." he grunted as she managed to fuck her face onto three quarters of his member. It was left dripping with spit when she pulled back, coughing, his cock drenched with her spit. Globules of it detached to drip onto her uniform and the floor at their feet, yet still it was denied entry to her throat fully. He dragged at her hair, wrenching her head to force her to look up at him. His cock twitching at the sight of her mascara streaked eyes as he gave her a moments respite. Leaning down, as though to kiss her open mouth, he spat into it, then dragged her face back onto his cock. He drove his shaft deep into her throat, bulging it out as he violated her narrow channel with a vicious craven lust, fucking himself balls deep into her face until the tight confines of her throat were like a vice around him. Grunting, gasping, fucking, groaning as he pushed towards an orgasm he wanted to deny himself. "God damn, I'm going to fucking come way too soon." he hissed through clenched teeth. "How can anyone control themselves in that mouth?" he groaned finally, pulling his cock out from between her lips, slapping it across her cheek, slashing the slick mixture of fuck juice which dripped off it across her flesh. Pausing he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone. "Give me your hands. Dial your parents, we need to let them know you are going to be late home tonight. Why? Because I'm going to have to hold you back for a strategy and performance meeting, seeing as how you are going to be the new head cheerleader... and also because real soon I'm going to be coming down your throat, which means I’m going to have to fuck you later." he gasped, his voice strangled by lust and the urgent need to let go.

Regardless, he pushed forwards, drilling his knob back between her lips, forcing them wide open as he fucked back into her heated gullet. The cheers outside rising as the routine got closer and closer to finishing… then he erupted, his cock jerking, jolting in her mouth as he came hard. His teeth clenched, his hands fisted in her hair and he fucked an orgasm down her throat. Boiling seed spurted deep into her guts, flooding her mouth and spurting forth to streak her chin as his searing strings of cum blasted into her mouth and filled it with his hot seed. “Guuood!! UUNNGGHH!!” her tight cheer-leading flesh drawing out a long, guttural groan of pleasure as he desecrated her insides with his hot cum, pumping it into her in a long violent series of gushing torrents.

 

[caliente]

Spencer totally got lost in space and time. The chants outside her telling her it was only being minutes, but in the small locker room it felt much longer. With his hands in her hair there was no escape for the sweet, young, teenage slut, and all Spencer could do was whimper around the monstrous shaft that was being forced deeper and deeper into her throat. Her entire world was reduced to two things.... getting him all the way into her tight throat... and to not suffocate.

Spencer gasped for air when he finally gave her a moment's respite, her face so young and vulnerable when she stared up at him with tears streaking down her cheeks, her face a mess already. She felt her entire body start to tingle when he was leaning in, his mouth blissfully close to her face. The blonde cheerleader shied back when he spat into her mouth, but there was no time to cringe, no escape from his brutal, forceful assault.

Within a second he had pulled her back upon his angry shaft, and this time he didnt have any mercy at all. He pushed passed Spencers gagging, violating her young, inexperienced throat. And Spencer? She felt panic at the feeling of suffocating. Repulsion, she felt sick with her entire body cramping while her violent gagging massaged his meat. And at the same time her young pussy was on fire, throbbing almost as angrily as the cock inside her mouth. Spencer felt herself starting to make noises. Stifled screams that were stuck iside her throat, humming against his gorgeous, relentless cock.

Spencer coughed and gagged when he pulled out again, sobbing, greedily sucking in air, her face burning when he slapped her with his cock. Her cheeks ablaze with shame and a feverish lust, her hands shaking when she dialed her parents number.

She could her the ringing at the other end, when he impulsively gripped her head again, ramming himself home. This time the little cheerleader shook with terror, trying to shake her head no, but soon she was beyond caring. She was lost. Shattered. Her entire body screaming for more, while her head screamed it was too much, that she couldnt take it, that he was too big....

When he filled her throat with his hot semen Spencer didnt even know her name any longer.... she had no clue if she had been in time, had no clue if he had reached her oarents already.... the only thing she knew for sure was, that this was going to be the longest day of her life. There was no doubt that he would not let her go. And Spencer's entire being screamed in delight, her innocent panties soaked, her face ruined, her mouth and throat so sore that she wasnt sure if she could speak.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Coach Wiseman dragged his cock out of her mouth. Seeing as how she would need to clean up anyway, he didn't even try to hold back his continuing ejaculation, holding his cock with one hand whilst it spewed out hot strings of thick cum to splatter across her cheeks, chin and even spurt into her hair as he finally grit his teeth for one last jolting and jerking spasm of his cock. His shuddering body tightened, muscles tense, flesh straining as his cock disgorged the contents of his balls across her face without a shred of concern or mercy, his eyes drinking in the delicious sight of his cum staining her flesh and marking her face and lips with its boiling globules of white ejaculate. God damn, fuck!" he gasped finally, releasing her hair he looked down at her with an approving gaze as he jammed his cock back into his jeans and straightened himself up a little. "You better go get yourself cleaned up. You still need to participate in the last routine. You might want to spread it around that you're being punished as well, with extra duties. Helping to clean up and sort through the store room." he smirked.

He picked up the phone, calling the dialled number. "Hello. Mrs Brooke? Ah, yes, this is coach Wiseman. I'm happy to say that Spencer has been selected for the opportunity to apply for head cheerleader. As such she's volunteered to stay back and go through some strategy discussion regarding routines and recruitment as well." he paused, listening to the woman on the other end. "That's right, it is a prestigious position, especially regarding her future. Head cheerleader is always a plus on a girls C.V, although I'm sure that she's not worrying about that right now, I am pretty confident that she's just having fun." he replied, looking down at her cum stained appearance. His cock was still semi hard and if he had enough time he would have been fucking her by now, showing her what a mans cock could do to her tight young cunt. "Yes, I'm sure that she'll find time to give you the good news herself, I'll make sure that she doesn't stay too late and I'll get her home, myself if I have to." he finished. A cocky confident grin on his face as he reached down, scooped up some cum on his fingers and drove them between Spencer’s lips, feeding his sperm across her tongue as he spoke to her oblivious mother. A woman who was completely unaware of what had happened to her innocent looking slut of a daughter.

"Well, now that we know what you want, and that you're prepared to do what it takes to achieve it, we can have plenty of fun, can't we Spencer." he told her, grabbing her by the throat he lifted her up onto her feet, then moved his hands to her shoulders, lining her up. "Get cleaned up and get out on the field, like I said. I'll be watching you. I expect to see a hot sexy and precise performance from you, one worthy of a cock teasing little whore on the squad. You don't normally disappoint anyway, but today you know what's going to happen to you when I get you alone next. That should give you some extra incentive to get things right, shouldn't it?" he explained with a smirk. "Rest assured Spencer, I'm going to fuck you this evening, after practice, it just remains to be seen where and how that happens. You want that, don't you? You want to fuck me in order to get head cheerleader, don't you Spencer?" he asked, moving away to the storeroom door he paused to look her up and down, eyes lingering on her legs, her red knees from kneeling, her cum splattered face and mascara streaked cheeks, spunk and make up soiling her features as he gave a appraising and then appreciative nod towards her current look. He lifted up his phone, snapping a few pictures of her. "Just a little keepsake for the future. Just in case. You know." he grinned mercilessly. "When you're clean and the routine is finished, meet me in my office, we‘ll talk more about your future." he told her. “Make sure you put on a good show.”

 

[caliente]

Spencer was shuddering helplessly when she listened to him talking to her Mom. She could hear her mother's voice, asking questions. Heard the obvious delight at her treasured little princess maybe becoming Head Cheerleader. Her face was flushed, and she almost groaned at the irony of it all. She was so embarassed when he scooped up his hot seed, smearing it across her tongue, still talking to her mom. Spencer was mortified at what was happening. Her head was spinning, her knees hurt, her throat was sore, she was sure she was a mess.
At the same time she knew he was right. She -truly- wanted to be the Head cheerleader, she was more than glad that he had not kicked her from the squad. Her little pussy was throbbing with angry desire at his words, and when he finally hung up she did let out that groan.

"Yes Coach!" She replied, her voice shaky. "Y...yes... nobody will believe i will not be punished... " she mused. "And Jimmy... he IS gonna tell he and I are in trouble." She swallowed. Hard. "What about Jimmy?" she asked. The two of them had been dating for a while now, he even had been to lunch with her family last sunday. And he made a good boyfriend. Kept the other guys at bay, and really tried to give Spencer the time of her life. Just... that no of their encounters had been anything like... this. Like what had just happened. And while Spencer was hesitant, and filled with worries about her Mum finding out, about Jimmy finding out, about the girls finding out, she couldn't deny that she was itching to meet Coach Wiseman at his office later.

She only had a few minutes to get cleaned up. Her heart was beating rapidly when she sneaked into the girls locker room, her fingers trembling when she stripped. Hectically removing the makeup from her face, leaving her young skin pure and clean. No time to apply fresh mascara. No time to wash her hair. Spencer pulled her cum stained strands into a tight bun, hoping nobody would notice the strands stiff with his gorgeous cum. She quickly donned her second uniform, stuffing a chewing gum into her mouth, and then she practically ran outside. She could tell that Jimmy had already told the guys he had gotten away with a strict lecture, and she stubbornly lifted her chin. The looks of the girls and the players told her they knew she was in trouble.

Spencer clapped her hands. "There's nothing to stare here.... is this a practise or are you here to stand around?" she shouted. "Final routine!" she announced, her eyes flickering across the field. HE was there. She knew he was watching. Her fit young body trembling with the knowledge, and she really put on an effort.

"Open up the barn door, kick out the hay,
We are the girls form the USA!
Turn on the radio, and what do ya hear?
Elvis Presley doin a cheer,
Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Boys got the muscles, coaches got the brains,
Cheerleaders have the sexy legs and we win the game!"

Spencer chanted and danced like she never had before. She held the final pose, her leg raised above her head, knowing her panties were showing. Knowing that -he- could see it as well, during the entire routine she secretly checked if he was watching, performing like she never had before.
When practise was over she got dressed with the other girls. "So... what's up?" her best friend Helen asked. "I can see you cried, Spence..." Spencer touched her face. Yeah. Of course. No makeup! "Ummm... well... Jimmy and I... " she started, and Helen waved her hand. "I know -that- part already" she said. "Jimmy told, but... dammit Spence. You don't break Coach Wiseman's rules." Spencer nodded solemnly. "I will -never- break Coach Wiseman's rules again!" she assuered her friend, cringing at the double meaning. "I got the lecture of my life, and I will do extra time for a long time now. You know.. cleaning, sorting files... that kind of shit!" Spencer shrugged and then grinned. "But it's gonna be worth it. Wiseman said he ONLY let me get away because he plans on making me head of the squad" she confided, and giggled together with Helen. "We want to stop at MacDonalds on the way home!" Helen told her. "You coming along?" Spencer shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "I can't. I have to report to the Coach to schedule my punishment..." she said, her voice trembling. Helen sympathetically squeezed her hand. "Ah, come on head!" she cheered. "It's worth it!".

Spencer had to shake her head, when she moved down the corridor towards Coach Wiseman's office. "It's worth it!" she muttered. "If you just knew...." Bracing herself, the slender, young, teenaged slut knocked at the Coaches door, unable to supress the shudder racking her entire body at the mere thought of what was going to happen.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Coach Wiseman watched from the sidelines, making sure to casually eye fuck Spencer a few times, his piercing eyes drilling into her young, tight, nubile form as it went through one of the routines which usually had fans almost jerking off in the stands and seats. Cheerleading, in his opinion it was a sad excuse for making sure the onlookers had something to get them hard, if they were hard they might enjoy the game more, was that the theory? Regardless seeing young girls prancing about in next to nothing, flashing their panties in their 'rape me' skirts, cheering and cavorting, bending their bodies, spelling out messages on their ass, it all worked to keep him hard as fuck, that was for sure. And he was never harder than when Spencer was on point, ironic as she was the first cheerleader he'd fucked this season and she was looking to be the last, if he had anything to do with it. He waited until she would have a clear view of him, bouncing off a pyramid, directing chants straight at the imaginary crowd, before he dragged in Jimmy for a little talk. There was no mistake that the boy was being roasted, with a few hand gestures towards the cheer squad to emphasize the point that they were no doubt the topic of discussion.

Her comments had incensed him, they had clearly been flaunting the rules and someone had to pay for that. It took only a few moments to explain to Jimmy that she had thrown him under the bus, blaming him for the 'sexual assault' which had taken place in the store room in order to save her reputation and place on the squad. He explained that it was over between them, going as far as to dismiss Jimmy on the spot from the squad, before giving him a chance to hold onto his scholarship and place in the school, by dumping her. He was all too eager to comply, with Coach Wiseman making sure he understood that they would be watched. Any sign of him breaking the rules again, in or out of school, and he was flat out done. The boy seemed to understand. The Coach would explain things to poor vulnerable Spencer, all he had to do was concentrate of his football practice and put cheerleaders out of his mind, like everyone else.

Everyone else except Coach Wiseman, of course. Dejected, then elated at having stayed on the team, Jimmy left without even looking back in Spencer’s direction, as the rest of the team wrapped up their business, leaving the cheerleaders to finish their routine relatively unobserved. A few envious glances were thrown, of course, a few of the team stopping to imprint a few girls onto their memory, for when they were jerking off later. However most, if not all, knew that to tamper with the girls, to flaunt the rules, would end them on the team and possibly the school. Ever since an incident two years ago, with a couple of cheerleader and some boys found fucking like animals after a game, not only was the school head super strict about inter team dating, but so was the board. Dealing with it was at Coach Wiseman’s discretion, naturally, and so far his methods had kept the school scandal free and the parents happy with a few good wins from a more focused team.

He left the routine as it ended, clapping and rewarding the squad in general with praise, reminding them of their next practice session before the game at the weekend. Then he headed to his office, a smirk on his face as he cracked his knuckles and got ready to feed his cunt hungry cock what it was craving, hot blonde flesh all wrapped up in a 'fuck me' costume. When she knocked on his door, finally, he was already sporting a fierce hard on in his jeans, his cock almost painfully erect. Opening the door he checked to see that she was alone, then dragged her inside, shoving her to one side of the door and leaning in to kiss her, devouring her lips, slashing his tongue into her mouth, feasting on her like a wild animal finally given a chance to end its long hunger for nubile flesh. He pulled away with a gasp and a cocky smirk.

"Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" he grinned, lowering his right hand, snaking it up beneath her obscenely short skirt to tease his fingers at her panties, before grasping them tightly and tearing them off, the material digging into her before the strain of his powerful grasp snapped it entirely. Holding the shredded garment up in front of her he sniffed it, then stuffed it into his pocket, before turning to go and sit in his chair. His office was filled with leather and oak, past trophies lining the walls on shelves and in cabinets, while his oak desk sat before a wide bay window overlooking the football field in the distance. He leaned back in his leather bound recliner, unzipping his jeans and taking his cock out as he looked at her. "Show me a single routine. A one girl job. " he nodded to a couple of pom poms laying on a chair to the side. "Think of it as an audition. Of course when it ends I want you to be sitting on my lap. Understand?" he growled, giving his cock a few hard strokes, its massive length already swollen and weeping pre cum from its engorged head as he looked at her. "By the way, you won't have to worry about Jimmy anymore. He dumped you on my instructions. He's dead weight where you're going. You're with me now, Spencer. Understand? No room for boys where you’re heading. You’re moving up n the world. Now, do as you were instructed. Show me you have what it takes to put the other girls to fucking shame."

 

[caliente]

Spencer somehow had expected another dressing down of sorts. Maybe a confirmation that yes - she absolutely was at his mercy, and that she better be prepared to pay and so on. What she got instead was a kiss. One that made her gasp, a kiss that made her legs weaken and left her mouth tingling from the sensation and her lips swollen from the intensity. He was so... hungry, his tongue invading her mouth practically a continuation from the invasion her mouth had suffered earlier. Spencer felt her heart beat rapidly inside her chest. Ok. She breathed heavily, her nipples suddenly straining against her top. Ok. She tried to keep her brains together. Ok! This still felt - very - wrong to the blonde cheerleader - but she was over trying to deny that it turned her on. This was Coach Wiseman. The untouchable. The unbearably strict. His iron fist had helped both the cheering squad as well as the football team climb the ladder of success. It seemed impossible that this man was kissing her - Spencer Brooks - as if there was no tomorrow and she was the only girl he had ever desired!

Spencer couldn't help but feel flattered. Flattered, and proud, and aroused. And still a bit frightened. He had given her a small glimpse on what he was capable of doing to her young, nubile body and she was not entirely sure if she was made to suffer what he might have in store for her. Brooks gasped when he ripped the panties off of her body. Casually. Her eyes widening when he casually stored them in his pocket. She listened to his instructions and nodded. Slowly. Her eyes fixing to the massive length of his cock, the angrily swollen head, the glistening precum that was coating his veiny shaft. The petite blonde moved to the chair and took up the pompons, crossing the room back to his door, when he told her about Jimmy. She stopped dead in her tracks, but then she simply nodded her head. It was better this way. "He always was more... the cherry on top. Nothing I really needed" she replied, looking into the Coach's eyes for a moment. A slow smile formed on her face.

She started the routine with her back to him, one arm raised, the other at hip level. Oh, Spencer definitely knew how to cheer, and it wasn't her first audition either. Just that this time she chose to align -all- moves that were considered "dirty". One or two "dirty" moves were ok for a routine. They were expected. For competitions you -never- chose more. Judges pretended to judge athelticism, acrobatis and dancing skills.... but Spencer was quite sure Coach Wiseman might have different standard's judging her perfomance. She added one or two acrobatic jumps, and ended the routine with her standing on tip toes, her right leg resting on the back of his chair. Fluently she hooked her toes into the gap in the wood, her right hand gripping the side of the chair, and she lifted her left arm and left leg off the ground, gracefully curling her left leg around his waist. Her arm was shaking from the effort, but... Spencer -was- fit. She ended the routine sitting on his lap, as he had ordered, her right leg still over his shoulder, her left curled around him.

She was gasping by now, panting both from the effort of dancing the routine as well as the excitement of being THIS fucking close to him. Suddenly the intense throb was back. Her entire body seemed on fire just by being in his presence, her tight little snatch starting to weep hot tears of desire for his enormous cock. Spencer stared at him. Her face flushed. She was embarassed because she was so obviously turned on. And wondered if her chant had been too daring maybe: "I am sexy, I am hot, HE can have me boys can not! He can have me from A to C, mouth and ass and my pussy!" Yeah. Now that she was thinking about it she felt... mhm. No. It -had- been too daring. Oh GODS! What had she been thinking? Spencer definitely was the queen of "overthinking". Especially right at this moment it seemed.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Wiseman watched his perfect little whore of a cheerleader prance around his spacious office. It wasn't the sort of place which would allow for too athletic or gymnastic a routine, but there was enough space in front of his desk for a suitable display to be performed. Of course he wasn't watching her form or grading her on her dancing or cheer work, he was too busy slowly stroking his huge cock and fucking her with his eyes, her young tight nubile body writhing and bending to his will, her fit fragile frame twisting, splaying and cavorting in order to get him harder, stiffer, more rampant than he'd ever been in his life. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she shifted from move to move, his expression showing that there would be little to no mercy for her once he got his powerful hands on her flesh. He saw the effect that his kiss had on her, heard the effect that his treatment of Jimmy had wrought in her voice. "That's right Spencer. You're better than that, you need to cut loose the baggage so that you can move forwards. With me as your guide you are going to go all the way to the top. The fucking top." he nodded, a twisted grin on his face. "Girls like you, who can get into a position like this, who can fuck their way into a position like this.. they are few and far between! You shouldn't waste the opportunity that you have here, you should embrace it." he hissed.

Watching her sent writhing pulses of shivering torment through his flesh as he thought about how she would feel when his cock was inside her. His hands moving to grasp her waist immediately, as soon as she straddled him, her long lithe skinny legs wrapping about him and arching over his shoulder. His hands stroked along her slender thighs, before moving to grasp at her taut ass cheeks, His powerful molesting fingers clawed at her flesh, scratching and squeezing at it as he lifted her up and dragged her forwards, pushing her cunt lips against his erection as it speared up between them, poking at her beneath her tiny skirt. His fat head and glans spreading her open within seconds, before he allowed his grip to slip a little. "You horny little slut!" he grunted, his words dripping with obvious lust of their own. Then he allowed gravity to take over, easing off his grasp on her to allow her body to slide down. Her cunt impaling itself on his cock as it speared up into her, inch by inch vanishing into her viciously tight and hot cunny. He let out an animalistic groan, an almost feral declaration of bliss as his shaft stretched her open and his raging erection sank into her vaginal tract in a single smooth motion. His clawing fingers left red tracks in her ass as his cock was driven up into her by her plunging body, until his balls were mashed into her ass and his cock head began to threaten her cervix.

He looked deep into her eyes as he fucked her for a while, his fingers digging into her ass as his cock thrust upwards into her. Each downwards slide was met by a shift of his hips, his throbbing rod drilling up to meet her as he met her downwards impaling motions. First there was rhythm, the it became more erratic, then it stopped all together as he teased her, letting his cock boil in her fuck juice for a while before he started again, pounding up into her viciously tight slot until the pressure was almost unbearable. Then he lifted her off his rod, leaving it to slap against the outside of her skirt, the head smearing their liquid sin against her abs and stomach as he moved a hand to shove down her skirt and tease at her clit with eager hungry fingers. "That chant.... fuuck.. auuhhh!! You're a filthy little whore at heart, aren't you Spencer. Like all girls your age, as soon as you get a taste of a good hard cock you always want more, don't you? You always want more hard cock rammed into your nasty young holes, don't you?" he seethed through clenched teeth. "God damn, fucking you is like shoving myself into a fucking angel... or maybe a dirty little demon sent to fuck me to death." he gasped.

"It's good that you are so eager to take me in any one of your fucking holes Spencer. Now, get up, strip don to your shoes and your skirt. I want you see your tits, I want to see your nipples, I want to suck on them the next time you straddle me." he hissed, reaching up to squeeze at them through her top, one hand using its fingers to seek out her bullet hard nubs on her tiny tits while his free hand continued to edge her, before abandoning her cunt to shift up into her hair. He dragged her into another forceful, dominating kiss, fucking her mouth with his tongue for awhile, before releasing her, lifting her feather weight form up and off him, depositing her on the floor in front of him. His cock was slick, her fuck juice having turned into a shining pillar of rock hard flesh, stained to the balls by her secretions. "Again. Do it again Spencer." he growled, fast as you can... then slow, then nice and slow before you come back here and spit on my cock, don't drop those pom poms either. Yeah, you come back here and spit on my cock, soak it good, because I want to cum inside you and we both know that you don't want me to risk coming in your cunt, right?" he grunted, his bulging cock streaked with their combined cocktail of filth as he waited.

 

[caliente]

The cheerleader didn't quite care what he was telling her about fucking her way to the top. She wasn't entirely sure if she liked what he was saying. What that was saying about her if he was right. She -knew- that it was wrong to feel the way she did. She was absolutely sure, that "yeah, cause I fucked Coach Wiseman" was not an answer that'd make her parents or friends proud for her achievement of becoming head cheerleader. But... she had never been looked at with such intensity. She had never felt -this- wanted. The Coach made her feel a LOT of things she had never felt before. She felt... dirty. And so turned on.

Spencer felt his hands wrap around her ass, he lifted her up. There was nothing gentle about his touch. His fingernails digging into her ass, his hands gripping at her with a fierce, almost feverish intensity. He hurt her. She didn't care. Spencer was not virgin, but when she felt herself being sat down upon his cock, his large, mushroomy tip splitting her open, she felt as if she was one. She was wet, and her juices were liberally coating his raging cock. He let go off her ass, and Spencers own weight caused his cock to inch into her cunny. She gasped, shocked by his size, shocked by the way he was easing into her sex. It was... agony. Bliss. Both at the same time. He was way too fucking big... it felt as if she was torn apart, but her greedy little pussy was SO very wet, growing wetter by the second, making the passage easier for him. She started to rock her hips, squirming and writhing when he she felt his balls against her ass, felt him SO deep that she let out a scream, not entirely sure if it was fear (she -knew- it was going to hurt would he move), pain (heavens... it already DID hurt to have him this deep inside her young body) or sheer extasy.

His hands clawed into her firm ass, his fingernails surely leaving marks on her perfect, marble pale flesh. When he started to move, started to drill himself into her, fucking her hard, ravishing more than just her cunt. When he stopped Spencer let out a low, pained sound, her entire body trembling around him. "Oh... oh my god. Nnnnooooo, d...don't stop!" she hissed, and was rewarded by a vicious assault on her body, as if he was trying to devour her alive. Spencer's entire body was throbbing was a painfully intense desire. She had not been aware that her body was capable of feelings this intense. She had not known that being fucked could be curse and bliss at the same time, that something that was so close to pain could cause SO much pleasure. She sobbed when he lifted her off of his cock, she didn't care he was soiing her skirt. "No, no, no PLEASE, don't..." she protested, not having him inside her a loss that at that very moment she couldn't take... but then his fingers were between her legs, ruthlessly attacking her clit.

"N...I... d... don't know, what girls my age want and i don't -want- cock... i NEED it. I need YOUR cock!" she moaned... . She shuddered, violently so when he touched her nipples, causing them to try bursting through her top, moaning when he continued his assault on her sex. So close. So... good. She moaned into his mouth, when his tongue entered it, basically fucking her sweet oral cavity with his tongue. She was confused when he deposited her on the ground, her eyes staring at his shaft. So big. Shiny and glistening from her juices. She listened to his instructions. They didn't make much sense. She... what? He... her eyes widened when she suddenly had a terrible thought. While she had chanted he could have her, could fuck every hole of hers... she... she never had....

But there was no way she'd be able to deny him. She was -way- too tensed up for that. She was burning with an intense, greedy need, her youth only making it more intense. There -was- no ratio. She had never experienced anything even just remotely similar. She had never felt SO much pleasure before, and she wanted more of it. Needed more. She stared into his face when she slipped out of her top, freeing her breasts. They were small and firm, her nipples swollen. Rock hard. So hard that it was painful. Her legs were shaky. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, which motions she performed for him, before she came back to him. This time from a ground routine, rolling over her shoulder to end th emotion in a kneel. The desire was burning in her face. Embarassment that she was SO eager. Fear because... because... he... he would.... Spencer couldn't even THINK it. But she did as he had told her, gathering liquid in her mouth, and then let it drip upon his cock, leaning in to smear it all over his shaft with her lips.

 

[Jack Stalker]

His cock twitched fiercely in his hand as he stroked himself to the moves she was performing. Her words and moans had already incensed and assaulted him, causing his rod to be at its hardest and thickest for months. His cock head was streaming pre cum all the way down his enraged erection to his balls, he even had to remove his hand for a while as she danced, for fear of making himself come to soon. By the time she had finished her routine, nakedly rolling into a position to let her spit drool onto his cock, he was back in control., watching her with a keen eye as she despoiled his cock with her saliva, her tight young body having run through the routine in nothing but her cunt soiled skirt and her shoes. her nipples like a couple of bullets protruding from her tiny chest as he continued to fuck her with his eyes. He had already fucked her in the mouth, so knew what she could take when he moved his hands to her hair. Wrestling his fingers into place he dragged her mouth down his shaft, fucking is cock into her throat and forcing it to bulge out as he crammed the entire length between her lips in a single long slow motion. Holding his cock deep inside her, forcing her lips up against his balls as he fought to drill his cock towards her guts without pause or mercy. Once there he held her on his rod until he was ready to drag her drooling mouth off him, leaving his cock dripped and drenched in her spit. Ready to be stuffed into whichever hole he decided warranted such action. "That's better. Yes, I know what you want, what you need." he growled with some amusement.

He stood up, dragging her into her feet by one hand nestled in her hair, fingers clawing at her scalp through the waves of lustrous blonde hair she had. His other hand had grabbed one of her tits, the left one, his fingers pinching and twisting cruelly at one of her nipples as he pulled her up onto her feet as though she weighed nothing. He moved his hands to her shoulders, spinning her around and bending her over, he was done with passively sitting there to take her on his lap. now he wanted to fuck her properly. He shoved her down with a hand on her the back of her neck beneath her hair, sweeping her left to right to clear a space on his desk. Her face pressed down towards a single slip of paper which remained. It was a glowing certificate of leadership for the cheerleading squad, endorsed with comments praising her skills and anilities, the only thing it was conspicuously missing was his signature, a wide blank space at the bottom as he left her facing it while he put his other hand to work. Eager desperate fingers tugged at her skirt, then unable to find the fastening he simply shoved it up into a makeshift belt about her narrow waist as he moved his hand to maul at her ass cheeks, tugging one to the side as he spat onto her ass crease, his spittle rolling down to soak into the indent of her anus, soiling her rim and soaking into the impossibly tight looking asshole.

"Do that chant again Spencer. Do it and keep doing it until I'm inside you." he hissed through clenched teeth as he lined his cock up at the crevice which was now the centre of his world. Pushing forwards he placed the head of his cock up against the rim of her anal passage, then slowly but surely pushed into her, his cock head staining her hole with the filthy secretions already dripping off of it. The pressure increased slowly, then suddenly the head of his enormous cock was inside her, his helm popping into her rectum and sliding forwards to spearhead the rest of his shaft as he began to thrust back and forth, each stroke slowly opening her up just a little bit more as he began to fuck her ass. He held her down on the desk, kicking apart her ankles, leaning over her as he began to desecrate her most sacred and taboo hole, defiling her tight young body with his manhood as he used it to sodomize her flesh without mercy.

"Your mouth was good, but I need to feel your insides Spencer. I need to feel what it's like to flood you with my hot cum, I need you to feel it was well... and you wouldn’t want me to foul your precious young cunt, not without knowing if you are on the pill or not, now would you?" he groaned, strained strangled words spilling from his lips as he gasped and hissed as his cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her rectal chute, until he was easily fucking her with half his enormous length, back and forth, stretched her rim and deforming her innards in order to make them accommodate the massive thick shaft which was now forcing its way towards her bowels with each passing second.

"He can have me from A to C huh? Oh god, that feels so fucking good!" he moaned. His hisses, groans and almost bestial animalistic gasps all continued to spill from his lips, as he drove into her. He was barely managing to fuck her with half his cock right now, striving to try and get more and more of his throbbing rod into the tract leading to her guts as he ravaged her tight young flesh with abandon. Each stroke left him savouring the feel of her impossibly tight rim sucking on his cock as he used it to wreak havoc on her anal canal. He shoved into her, mashing her clit against the edge of the desk. One hand constantly in her hair, the other raked his nails down her back, trailing along her spine, until it was in a position to deliver a stinging spank to her ass cheek. "Yes.. fucking take it Spencer, take it you little slut. Cheer and dance on my cock like the filthy little whore you are, the coaches filthy little whore ready to fuck her way to the top, ready to fuck her way to where ever he wants her."