0x000035E5????????? Thu Jan 09 00:20:21 1997 Path: nntp.earthlink.net!mr.net!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!news-xfer.netaxs.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!super.zippo.com!zdc!news1.mpcs.com!anon.lcs.mit.edu!nym.alias.net!mail2news Date: 8 Jan 1997 21:34:52 -0000 Message-ID: <[email protected]> From: Wiley06 <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short_16.0 (mmf nc/ee teen) Mail-To-News-Contact: [email protected] Organization: [email protected] Lines: 221 Status: N Author’s note: I got this story idea from someone who suggesting forcing cunningless on a cheerleader.
I thought ‘why the hell not’ and out popped this story, which I may or may not finish to its natural conclusion. Enjoy, Wiley06 Cindy stared in wide-eyed horror as she faced her boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team. “You can’t mean this, Tommy, please.” She tried to hug him, confused and hurt and scared.
She was a sophomore on the cheerleading squad, her blond good looks and lithe, womanly body combined with a friendly personality to make her one of the more popular underclasswomen on the campus. It wasn’t too big a surprise when Tommy had asked her out, and they had been going out for two months now, and she really cared about him-she couldn’t understand why he was doing this to her.
She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, holding her away, as tears blurred her vision, her big blue eyes glistening in the dim light of the locker room. She had followed Tommy in here because he had wanted a blowjob-she had been giving him head every day for two weeks now, enjoying how much he enjoyed the way she used her mouth on him-and had assured her that the lockerroom would be empty. “Come on, Cindy. On the team we agreed that we’d share everything.
It won’t be so bad.” She shook her shoulders and slapped at his hands, angry now. “No! Let me go!” She was speaking to the group of eleven boys, black and white, tall and muscular, standing silently behind Tommy-the other members of the team. She stood there, shaking in fury and fear and hurt, her lean, long legs two clean white pillars leading up to the skimpy cheerleading skirt hiding her firm round ass. Her white blouse hid her smallish breasts, her arms quivering from behind white sleeves.
They moved around her silently at a nod from Tommy, like a nightmare, silent and inexorable. She stood, more stunned that Tommy would try to force her to do this, would force her to fellacio the entire team, than that he had asked her to. Hands gripped her upper arms as she stared dumbly around her, at five foot six tall for her age, but dwarfed by the boys around her.
She shuddered, and resisted as they forced her onto her back on one of the narrow benches in the isles, her legs on either side of it, her skirt riding up her legs, falling gently between her thighs, her breasts thrusting up as they pulled her arms under the bench. She couldn’t think-she was stunned, only able to look pleadingly at Tommy, who smiled down at her. “It won’t be so bad, Cindy.
Just relax.” He turned his eyes away from hers as she whispered, “Tommy, no, don’t,” tears streaming down her face, her body shaking as if she hypothermia. “Tie her hands up,” she heard Tommy say, and for the first time she realized that it was really going to happen, that Tommy was really planning to give her to his teammates.
She screamed, the sound echoing around the locker room like a death cry as her lithe body strained against the hands suddenly grown hard on her arms and her thighs and her chest, holding her down, sinking into her firm white flesh, burning her as her stomach heaved as she struggled.
She screamed again, a primitive howl as she felt tape wrapped around her wrists under the bench, her thighs quivering as the struggled to lift themselves against the hands holding the down, bent at the knees, her feet flat on the floor.
She wanted to kick them, hurt them, get them off of her, but they held her down, her arms pinned beneath the bench, hands pressing into the white flesh of her thighs, more hands pressing down against her chest, flattening her breasts as she strained against them.
Muscles corded in her neck as she lifted her head, her pretty face twisted by a screaming “NOOOO!” as Tommy straddled her stomach, bunching up her blouse in front of him, the feel of his jeans rough against her flesh, and began to unbutton her blouse.
She was panting deeply, her head hanging from the end of the bench, her straight blonde hair pooling against the hard concrete of the lockerroom floor, an upside-down view of ankles and calves and hairy thighs disorienting her as she felt Tommy’s hands spreading open her blouse, his touch, once so desired, now hated as he slipped his fingers over the top of her bra, pulling it down until it bunched under her breasts, exposing the two creamy mounds, topped by a cherry, to the eyes of the watching boys.
“Tommy, please Tommy. Stop this. I won’t tell anyone. Please,” she spoke to him, lifting her head so she could see him. She felt his hands on her breasts, and blushed again as he ran his hands over her exposed breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. “AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!” she screamed as he twisted her nipples violently, squeezing and tearing at them with his fingers, her scream fading to gasping pants as the pain drained from her and she felt his breath against her neck.
“Now Cindy,” he said, “you’ve been giving me blowjobs for two weeks now. It’s time for me to share with my teammates. You will blow each of them today, and you will do a good job, or I will be forced to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. Do you understand?” There was a pause, and her mind froze, realizing that he meant what he said, that he believed it. “Do you understand?” he said again, his fingers tightening on her nipples. “Yes, Tommy. I understand,” she whispered, horrified at his words.
“Good. Let’s get started. Me first. You are my girl.” Cindy felt bile rise in her throat as she heard those words, and disgust fill her as she saw Tommy’s cock bobbing upside-down in front of her face as she lay bound and held down on the lockerroom bench. She saw hem kneel in front of her and push his cock against her lips, his hands on either side of her head, wrapped in her hair.
She opened her mouth when she felt fingers at her nipples, allowing him to slide his cock into the warm depths of her mouth. Every other time she had gotten excited at this act, as feeling his swollen manhood bulging in her mouth, tasting the smoothness of his skin, the salty tang of his precum exciting her. Now it was a horror, her vision narrowed to his hairy balls, his thighs, and his asscrack.
She felt hands rubbing her breasts and stomach and thighs, and she felt sick as Tommy began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, her full lips sliding along his shaft as he began to use her mouth. “Mmmmmgggggffffff,” she said through the cock in her mouth as she felt hands push her skirt up, palms pressing against her panty covered mound.