Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2021 13:30:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Freshman Cheerleader - 4 "Did you fuck my little sister?" Kelly McCormack repeated the question loudly in Tina's ear. They were sitting in Kelly's Porsche, and parked on an empty side of the road. Tina was walking home from Miss Jordan's when Kelly had somehow pulled up behind her. She had been pressured to have sex with the 42-year old teacher or face suspension from the cheer squad due to poor grades. She went into the situation with trepidation, but after multiple orgasms and later voluntarily going down on her teacher and enjoying her large breasts, it had been somehow fun too, and she was confused and anxious. She was now, at 14-years old, a confirmed lesbian. Where would it go from here? Kelly asked the question a third time, and Tina began crying. She was a jumble of mixed emotions. "Yes, yes!" Tina blurted. "Tanya and I did it. I'm not sure how it even happened?" Kelly had not originally believed her younger sister, but the story was convincing enough that it required answers from Tina. "You made a big point that we weren't going to be exclusive, and that we should have fun with other people," sniffled Tina. "How could you?" Shouted Kelly. "Are you a pervert! Why, she's just a child. She's in 8th grade for Godsakes!" "And I'm in 9th!" Tina shouted back. The realization floored Kelly, and silenced her for a few moments. "Maybe I'm the pervert?" Kelly questioned. She had, after all, seduced Tina, barely out of junior high, at a cheer squad competition, and had recently returned from having a foursome with two Asian twin sisters and her "Aunt Stacey." "No, neither of us are perverts. We just enjoy having sex with lesbians. That's not so bad," said Tina. With that, Tina confessed her tryst that had just concluded minutes earlier with Miss Jordan. A senior, and the prettiest girl in the school, Kelly had heard these stories of Miss Jordan's blackmail and seductions from other girls. Kelly hugged Tina and assured her that everything would be O.K. "I guess I'll have to accept that Tanya is growing up," said Kelly. "She's got a mind and a pussy of her own," she laughingly concluded. "If you want continue to see her, it's O.K. with me. She's a really cute little thing, and you're a really nice girl. I know you wouldn't purposely hurt Tanya." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>> It was a couple of Friday's later, and Tina had just arrived home from school when her cell phone rang. It was that very 13-year old Tanya, cheerleader captain Kelly's younger sister. BTW, I'm Tanya Michaels, a 5'4" platinum-haired freshman on the cheer squad. I had, since the summer, made love to both McCormack sisters. Not, however, at the same time. I have to admit though that I've thought about it many nights while masturbating. Kelly, a 17-year old senior, was blonde and beautiful. The prettiest girl that I have ever seen. She looked even better naked. Tanya was a "Mini-Me" version of Kelly. As a 13-year old 8th grader, she seemed to be growing physically more mature every day. Do I now detect a full A-cup bra under Tanya's shirt? Back to the phone call, surfer chick Tanya explained to me that the Pro Surfer's tournament was taking place next week in a nearby beach town noted for its legendary waves. Tanya continued, "The Australian women's team are coming to a party at Olivia's tomorrow. You should come and check it out." Tina then offered to text the address to my cell phone. Visualizing some of the cute girls who were in the local surfer girl clique, and that Tanya said that some of them indulged in lesbianism, I decided to go tomorrow and indeed "check it out." It was December. The winter storms bring bigger waves, hence the surfing tournament. It was another one of those unseasonably warm Southern California Chamber of Commerce winter days. I put on a cute strapless summer dress and sandals, and walked to the party. I had met Olivia before. I was sure it would be O.K. to come by. I knocked on the door twice, but no one answered. Hearing noise and music inside, I decided to simply enter. Probably no one could hear my knocking? When I opened the door, I was quickly taken aback. The house smelled of weed and stale beer. There were about 20 girls in the house, ranging in age from a 7th grader that I recognized, to girls in their 20's. Most were wearing beach attire and bikini's, or should I say, some parts of them. Several girls were freely walking around topless, and trying to chat up other topless girls of various ages. Some were openly licking the pussies of other girls on the carpet, including that of the hostess, Olivia. All were seemingly unconcerned about those walking over or around them. I spotted Tanya sitting on a loveseat in the corner of the room with her little bikini top draped over a nearby lamp. Two girls I had never seen before were attending to her. One blonde was tongue-kissing Tanya while feeling up her little bare breasts. A brunette, who appeared to be over 21, was topless too, and had her hand inside Tanya's bikini bottom, and was furiously rubbing away. Tanya spotted me and waved. She then brought her hand to the breasts of the topless brunette girl, and began pinching her nipple. Gina, the little 7th grader that I had seen earlier, was now running from a bedroom, completely naked and laughing. She was being chased, and would eventually be caught by what I presumed was one of the visiting Australian surfer girls. "Relax, mate, yer gonna enjoy it," said the older girl, who appeared to be in her mid-20's. She lifted the flat-chested, bald-pussied, Gina, and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, parted her little legs, and dove her tongue into the still-laughing tiny girl. Gina certainly made no protest, and was soon playing with the older girl's blonde hair, while being licked like a pre-teen lollipop. This was no party. This was a full-blown orgy! I should have turned around and walked back out the door, but I was curiously intrigued about what else I might find. After walking a few steps I was stopped by a muscular blonde girl of about 25. "Yer a pretty little Sheila," she said. "Where you been, eh?" "I just got here," I said. "Nice," said the Australian surfer. "I was about to leave meself, but now that you're 'ere I think I'll stay." She was looking at me from up and down with eager eyes, and I think I looked pretty good to this giant. I neglected to say that she must have been at least 6'1" or 6'2" with the typical broad shoulders of a surfer who spends her days paddling in the waves. She had a cute, if slightly weather-beaten face. Her hair was a sort of shapeless shoulder length, and had that blonde hair color of girls who spend every day in salt water. She caressed my platinum hair. Clearly this was an unusual color for her. Oh, I forgot to mention that she was naked from the waist up, with the six-pack abs of a top athlete. She was wearing only a tiny pair of bikini bottoms that were tucked into the folds of her muscular bubble-butt. Her breasts were tan and delicious. Probably somewhere between a B and C-cup. Seemingly unconcerned about my obvious young age, she asked: "Er, would yer like to go somewheres to talk?" I nodded, and followed her to what to my astonishment was an empty bedroom. "I've known Olivia for a long time. She lets me crash 'ere whenever I'm in Cali." "So, er, what do ya do?" She was trying to make small talk. "I go to school," I meekly answered. I sure wasn't going to mention that I was just in the middle of 9th grade. "Well, uh, that's nice," she said." Small talk was now over. "I've noticed that ya can't seem ta keep you eyes off of me tits. You like 'em?" I must have turned bright red, but I answered, "Yes, I like them very much." "Well then," she said, "Fancy a go?" With no more needed encouragement I attached my mouth to one of her waiting breasts, and sucked and nibbled and licked to my hearts content. As I've explained earlier, tits are my thing! After about ten minutes of relentless attention on her tits, she grabbed my head and said, "Slow down, mate. Give us a turn?" I raised myself from her chest, and she lowered the top of my strapless summer dress, revealing my still-developing 14-year old tits. With my dress now lowered to nearly my waist, she applied her strong, rough hands to my breasts, and said: "Oi, nice. They'se pointy." And with that one went in her mouth. After a thorough and seemingly satisfying suckling of my young breasts, my new partner said to me: "Gonna keep that smock on, are ye?" We both stood up, and the next thing I knew my pretty dress was at my feet. Now, she and I were even. She in only her bikini bottoms, and me in just a little pair of panties. Again, clearly the Alpha-Female, she stuck her hand down my panties before I could blink, and began rubbing away. I sarcastically asked, "Would you like me to take them off?" She said, "Oh, ya." She stared intently as I revealed my small, nearly platinum patch of pubic hair. "Nice," she repeated, and beckoned me to lie on the bed. Before I could say "Jack Robinson," she had inserted two fingers into my pussy, and began thrusting furiously. "Sorry, don't 'ave a dildo or a strap-on wiv me." She put one strong hand on my left tit to give her balance as she drilled away with her right hand. It was rougher than I was accustomed to. She was a large, muscular athlete. But you'll notice, I never said I didn't like it. When her arm began to tire after pumping my pussy like an oil well, she attacked my pussy with her mouth like a hungry lioness with cubs to feed. I'd be lying if I said the rough girl didn't bring me to a couple of orgasms, When satisfied, she moved up between my legs, put the full weight of her body on me, and pumped away at my pussy from the missionary position, never bothering to remove her bikini bottoms. I put both hands on her muscular ass, and enjoyed the ride. Suddenly, she kissed both of my breasts and said: "Lotta fun, but I gotta go, mate. 'Ope to see youse again," and she patted my pussy, threw a t-shirt over her naked breasts, and was out the door. I never learned her name, nor did she learn mine. How's that for foreign relations? I lay on the bed with my head spinning. It had all happened so quickly... So forcefully. And it was so one-sided. She was the dominant one. I was a little teenager. She hadn't even kissed me, and I again realized that she hadn't even bothered to take off her bikini bottoms during our "session." Deciding to wait a few minutes before making the "walk of shame" in my probably now-wrinkled sun dress. I laid naked on the bed, and turned my eyes to the popcorn ceiling. "It was so 1960's," I incongruously thought. Suddenly. the door opened and closed quickly. Little naked 7th grader, Gina ran into the room and jumped on the bed and straddled me. Her flat, but now suddenly interestingly in front of me, chest was now glistening with sweat from her recent encounter in the kitchen. Her legs were spread wide over my prone body. Her bald little slit was resting on my lower ribs. "My name is Gina," she said. "I know," I said. She seemed surprised that I knew who she was, and squirmed to get comfortable with her pussy now on my stomach, "I'm in the 7th grade." Again, I said "I know." "Is your name Tina, and are you a cheerleader?" Being in such a compromising position, I was surprised that I answered truthfully in the affirmative. "Whatcha doing here?" She innocently asked. "I'm not sure anymore," I answered. Still straddling me, and seemingly innocently rubbing her pussy on my belly to get comfortable, her eyes latched on to my tits. Due to my youth, they still defied gravity and remained standing upright and pointing to the sky." "I like your tits," the 7th grader said, and without an invitation she began to to feel them. Slowly becoming aroused to my little friend, and her cute naked body, I asked Gina if she would like to kiss them. Without an answer, she was laying her little naked body on top of mine, and was actively pursuing my pointy breasts with her mouth, hands and tongue. Skillfully too, I might add. With her head on my breasts, and her little body not quite reaching my feet, I began to hug her and stroke her bare back. While she was still occupied with my tits, my hands lowered to Gina's tiny, but firm butt cheeks. Probing inside with my fingers, I found her little pussy slit, and began to gently rub and probe, but I didn't dare to go in too deeply with my fingers because of her age. Finally, my index finger found her tiny anus. She was up like a shot! "Tina please don't do that." I apologized and said it was an accident, and that it was because I couldn't see where I was going while laying on my back. In her way of accepting my apology, Gina gave me a brief kiss on the lips. Now snuggling between my legs, she commented on my "silver pussy hairs." I asked her if she had ever licked a big girl? She assured me that she had, and her little tongue began exploring my now aching pussy. She was clearly inexperienced, although I had seen her being eaten out earlier in the afternoon, but she made a game effort. As a reward, I licked her little slit, and kissed and nibbled on her flat, tiny tits. She seemed to enjoy this. Eventually, as she was laying on her stomach, I began humping her cute little ass, and rubbing my tits on her back. Eventually we each laid on our backs to catch our breath. I had to admit that she looked adorable, so tiny and naked. Just as I was going to reach for her glowing little chest, she got up. Looking for her clothes on the floor, she said that she had better go home. She politely thanked me "for letting me fuck you." I smiled, and she was gone. Let's review, I had been a confirmed lesbian for about six months. I had fucked my beautiful 17-year old cheer captain, her "Mini-Me" 13-year old sister, my 29-year old cheer coach, my 42-year old Algebra teacher, some random Australian surfer chick who never asked for my name, and now finally, finally a 7th grader! "Was I a 14-year old lesbo nymphomaniac?" I asked myself. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> More to come...