Teen Cheerleader Dreams Come True
“Teen Cheerleader Dreams Come True”
The sun was setting, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks as the cheerleading squad wrapped up their evening practice. Among them was the gorgeous and vivacious Emma, a 19-year-old bombshell with a body to die for. Her teeny-weeny spanky confirmed every man’s fantasy of a nubile young girl next door.
Emma had always dreamt of being a cheerleader, and now that she was on the squad, nothing could stop her radiant smile or the bounce in her sepia sun-kissed blonde ponytail. She twirled her megaphone and chanted at the top of her lungs, her pert little breasts jiggling inside her lacy white bra barely contained by her cheerleader top. The wooden bleachers creaked rhythmically from the pounding feet of her fellow squad members.
After practice ended, Emma hung around, dilly-dallying as one by one her teammates dispersed. She wanted a moment alone to FaceTime her boyfriend Jake before jogging to her car and heading home. The setting sun had submerged in the horizon, leaving a dusk haze blanketing the football field. Emma found an empty locker room to call Jake from.
When Jake’s face popped up on the screen, Emma squealed with delight. “Hey babe! Guess what? The squad asked ME to be the captain. Can you believe it?” Emma said, bouncing up and down in her excitement. The screen jiggled just as much as her tits did.
“Holy shit, Emma that’s amazing! Baby, you’re killing it! Let me see that banging bod in your cheer uniform,” Jake replied, already starting to unzip his fly. “Why don’t you give me a little private show and a teaser for later? Start stripping.”
Emma giggled and coyly began to yank down her zipper, letting her crop top fall open to reveal more of her perfect cleavage. “See something you like, Jakey?” she cooed, running her manicured hands over her tiny shorts hugging her hips. She slid them down inch by inch, showing off her baby smooth legs.
Jake was drooling and rubbing his throbbing cock through his pants. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on his hot little girlfriend. “Fuck yeah, get that pussy out for me Em. You know I love how tight and wet you get for me,” he grunted.
Emma wasn’t wearing any panties under her shorts and eagerly presented her sopping wet fufu to the camera. “Is this good enough for you babe? I’m so horny for your cock,” she whimpered, running a manicured finger along her dripping slit. Pre-cum glistened on Jake’s fat tip as he pumped his massive tool faster, imagining burying it in his babygirl’s hot snatch.
“Goddamn you’re such a nasty little slut for me,” Jake groaned. “Get on your knees and eat that cunt like a good cheerleader. Tongue fuck that tight hole for daddy.”
Emma complied immediately, dropping to her knees and spreading her thighs. She attacked her bare pussy with gusto, jamming two fingers knuckle deep and sucking obscenely on them like they were Jake’s cock. “Fuck, opens my teeny tight hole for you! I’m touching my clit just how you taught me. I’m gonna cum so hard on camera for you Jakey,” she babbled, drool running down her chin.
Jake yanked his cock out of his jeans and began slapping his meat against Emma’s phone screen. “That’s right fucking NASTY! Cum as hard as you can while you show daddy that big clit. Drench those fingers!”
Emma shrieked like a witch, her entire body seizing as she squirted all over herself. Her phone clattered to the floor as she collapsed, panting from the intensity. “Did you cum for me too, babe? I wanna hear you!” she asked breathlessly.
Jake growled, furiously stroking his aching cock. “Fuck yeah I came all over myself just watching my girl masturbate on the phone. You’re such a good little slut, I can’t wait to rail your tight teen cunt later tonight. Love you babe!” He blew a kiss before hanging up.
Emma giggled and collected the strewn pieces of her uniform, feeling lightheaded from her enthusiastic self-love. However, all her clothes left was her stereotype cheerleader top and undersized shorts. They looked blotchy on the hectic locker room floor, unchanged from when she first took them off for Jake. It was like none of the lewd phone sex had actually happened at all. Strange. Emma blinked once more and zipped herself back into her pristine uniform. All seemed back to normal, if a little surreal.
The bizarre feeling stuck with Emma on her drive back home. As she pulled into her driveway, she stared at herself in the rearview mirror. A knowing smirk crept across her painted lips as she stretched languidly, her curves straining against her tiny top. Maybe she’d surprise Jake with a round two after all. After all, they’d only just gotten started on their night of debauchery. Emma proudly flashed her headlights at her house and strutted inside. The hardest part of her night may just be getting her boyfriend into bed, considering how embarrassing their phone call had been. Emma grinned, knowing exactly what she’d do to distract him…
