I was how you’d imagine a twenty year old cheerleader to look. At just over five feet I was the smallest on the squad. I had the perfect scaled figure, slender tanned legs, and shoulder length dirty blonde hair. The only thing the other girls bettered me was in the tits department, mine were only small and perky whilst they all had pairs that bounced around whenever we cheered on the sidelines. What they didn’t have however was an ass like mine, my asscheeks were roundly sculptured in a way that left the perfect ass crease which a hand could firmly grasp and squeeze.
I could have had any single one of those guys but only one of them had won the key to my heart. Harry was the captain and one of the dreamiest guys I’d ever set eyes upon. From the very first moment I’d met him I’d hoped he’d been interested in me rather than one of the other girls on my squad. One night whilst drunk at a party I’d led him upstairs and given him a blowjob he’d never forget, one which I knew would prevent him from looking twice at the other girls. We’d had a lot of fun over the months that followed and later decided to become an item.
One fun filled year later I’d learnt a lot about the first love of my life. I’d learnt that he was able to satisfy me in ways I never knew were possible, that he could at times be romantic, and I’d also learnt that he could also be a massive dick. Whenever his friends were around it was like his personality had changed. They’d often come over to our apartment to watch the basketball with him and he’d treat me like I was their slave. Asking me to get them beers and bring them snacks without a please of a thank-you. I’d sometimes overhear him telling them about our sex life and he’d often slap my ass playfully after I’d brought them their drinks. He liked to boast and show off that he had a girl like me to his friends who’d either settled for a second best cheerleader of failed to do so at all.
It had started becoming more and more frequent to the point where he was acting like a dick even when his friends weren’t around. He needed to brought down a peg and realise that he was lucky to have such an attractive girlfriend who’d also had the rare addition of loving and exploring her sexual life.
One day whilst I was out shopping something had caught my eye in a window of one of those gadget shops. I’d gone inside and found the isle where I’d picked up a toy. The toy was a plastic basketball hoop attached to a silver pole the size of a drinking straw. The premise of the toy was to try and score the pinball sized basketball through the hoop. I stood gazing at the toy whilst imaging the idea that had struck me when I’d first saw it in the window. After purchasing the toy I’d left the shop with an excited spring in my step.
The weekend that followed Harry had invited two of his friends from his team over to watch the game.
“Hey babe go and get us some beers we’re thirsty.” He told me.
Already I could hear the three of them sniggering after something he’d whispered to them as I walked away. He’d already annoyed me so much by insisting that I wore my navy blue cheerleading costume from a year ago. He knew I’d outgrown the costume and had clearly wanted to see the jealous looks on his friends faces when they saw the bottom of my ass peeping out from the hem of the skirt. I was holding my tongue safe in the knowledge that I’d soon be wiping that smug look off his face.
Instead of fetching their drinks I’d snook off into my bedroom and taken my top off so that my small tits were free to sway around. I pulled my black lace thong down to my ankles and bent over in-front of my mirror so that I could see the reflection of my ass when looking behind me. I took my newly purchased toy from my bag and placed the end of the silver pole against the entrance of my pre-lubed asshole and slowly started sliding it inside. Once I was satisfied it was far enough inside I’d let my grasp of it go.
“Ugh that’s not going to work.” I said after it had fallen to to floor.
I dropped onto all fours and after lubing up another toy that I’d purchased at a more discreet shop that day I’d pushed the thick metal butt plug against my tightly closed hole several times before it had swallowed the entire thing whole. Picking the toy off the floor once more I’d wedged the pole into my ass against the pink crystal gem that plugged it. I smiled to myself at my ingenuity, that pole wasn’t going anywhere now.
I’d left my skirt rolled up to my waist and my hair in two ponytails to maintain my cheerleading vibe, after all Harry had asked me to dress like this hadn’t he? I crawled out of my bedroom on my hands and knees and traveled along the hallway until I was about to enter the living room where they were all sitting on the sofa fixated on the game.
“Babe how long does it take to get a few bottles of beer from the fridge?” Harry said. “You guys wanna see me slap that bare ass of hers?” He’d said quietly unaware that I was in an earshot.
They were too fixated on the screen to notice that a half naked girl had been advancing behind them for almost a whole minute.
“Holy fuck dude!”
One of his friends Dan was the first to notice me in the corner of his eye as I crawled across the floor directly in-front of the sofa.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” My boyfriend exclaimed.
It was the reaction I’d expected and one which instantly satisfied me.
“Oh you asked me to get you guys a drink didn’t you? Well I’m afraid my pussy will only quench one of your thirsty mouths. Whoever manages to score a hoop can drink all they want for a whole minute.” I told them.
I looked directly at my boyfriend whilst I’d spoken and smirked whilst leaving the miniature basket ball on the floor. He looked shocked, angry, and confused all at the same time. When I began to turn and face the screen I could hear them gasp at the sight of what was inserted into my asshole.
“HEATHER STO….” He broke off after being interrupted by his other friend Ben.
“Dude you weren’t lying, she really is a total slut isn’t she?” He said.
Harry had been bitten by his own snake. He’d boasted to them about how I acted slutty for him, how he’d fucked me in the ass one two occasions, and how I’d do anything he’d ask of me but it had all come back to bite him. He couldn’t risk looking like the guy who’d stop his so called slutty girlfriend from wanting what she’d wanted. As much as he didn’t like it he’d had no option but to sit and learn a harsh lesson on respecting me or risk becoming the laughing stock of his team. Besides for all he knew his friends could miss every shot they took.