THE CHEERLEADERS' PARTY



Nerdy boy falls victim to the leggy embrace of a very muscular 
cheerleading squad! Hot and sexy, this 
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    The trip down to the high school football field was 
always a laborious event.  There was the rummaging 
around for the cooler, the long hike to the grassy 
field, and the sweltering early-September heat.  This 
all for a team I didn't even care for (I went to the 
games because the whole school did), for a sport I 
could never play.  My thin, lanky arms could barely 
pick up the loaded plastic cooler. 
    Normally I was late (try dragging one of these things 
without a car sometime), so I'd get to the game right 
before halftime and stay until the end.  By the time I 
usually made it down there, and went for the 
obligatory bathroom break, the marching band was 
walking off the field. 
    This time, though, I was determined to get there 
early (mostly under the threat of guys who wanted 
their drinks).  I left 30 minutes earlier than normal 
and got to sitting down on the bleachers right before 
the half.   
    As the players walked off the field, I recognized 
Scott, the behemoth quarterback.  Easily the most 
popular kid in our tiny suburban school, I had heard 
rumors that he was dating one of the cheerleaders – if 
not possibly all of them.  I wouldn't know, because I 
don't talk to the guy.  He talks to me, though. 
    "Hey shrimp!" he stopped and called out when he 
passed by the bleachers.  "Don't you want to be water 
boy for us this year?"  The team laughed.  I was water 
boy for the last 3 years, but decided to give it up my 
senior year out of humiliation.  "Ha ha," I tried to 
joke, coming out nervous and unconfident.  "Fill this 
anyway!" he ordered, and threw a water bottle at me.  
The team was cracking up as they went to the locker 
room. 
    "Why do you let them do that to you, man?" Bobby, one 
of my friends, said. 
    "Do I have a choice?" I muttered.  "I better go fill 
this damn thing up." 
    "Wait a minute," he said, grabbing my shirt sleeve.  
"You're always late for halftime.  You might want to 
stick around for this." 
    In a few minutes the band came out.  With feathers 
waving off their hats in the breeze they looked 
absolutely ridiculous, but they riled the crowd up.  I 
was beginning to wonder why Bobby wouldn't let me just 
fill Scott's water bottle and be done with it.  I 
started getting up.  "Wait," he insisted, "here they 
are."  I looked towards the field. 
    Oh my God. 
    I know it sounds ridiculous, but in my four years of 
high school I had never seen the cheerleaders.  I only 
went to football games, never went to pep rallies, and 
was always with the team at halftime, filling water 
and dodging paper cups.  Now I wished I had started 
going to the games in grade school. 
    The first of the cheerleaders ran out.  Her hair was 
blonde, but everything else about her was 
non-stereotypical, and screamed out "buxom 
bodybuilder".  She was easily six feet tall, with huge 
cuts arms, a tight braided top that barely covered 
giant breasts, and 6-pack abs.  Her legs – my God, her 
legs – were huge, flexing slabs of thigh meat, 
expertly crafted to fit the sensuous curves of an 
18-year old girl.  Her calves filled out her socks, 
which could barely keep up, as did her skirt, which 
easily looked like a leotard.  She did a few back 
flips, her hair swinging from front to back, and went 
into an elaborate routine that was one part 
cheerleading competition, one part bodybuilding 
competition.  Every move she made flexed different 
parts of her body, and when she grinned and rolled her 
abs I nearly choked on my drink. 
    I was so focused on her that I didn't see the rest of 
the girls come out.  When I did look at them, though, 
it was like finding yourself in a forest when all you 
previously saw was one tree.  Every girl was 
beautifully buff, thick and thin, sexy, curvaceous 
bouts of muscle.  There was a short redhead, with a 
winning smile and massive legs that must've been 
larger than my waist.  There was a tall, lithe girl, 
with thin, sinewy muscle and arms that flexed every 
time she threw her pompoms to the air.  There was an 
adorable brunette who looked to be about my height 
with massive arms and a killer chest – breasts easily 
bigger than my head.  A black girl ran out with a 
perfect ass – hard, quivering glutes barely covered by 
her skirt/leotard, and rippling quads.  Finally, there 
was an Asian girl with a bright smile, average size 
but extremely perky breasts, and calves as big as my 
thighs. 
    "Jesus Christ," I silently mouthed.  Bobby smirked.  
He knew I had had a thing for muscular girls since my 
early childhood, and this was like Christmas, my 
birthday and a bachelor's party all rolled up into 
one.  "Why didn't you ever tell me about these girls?" 
I barely spoke out. 
    "You were never around, dude.  You were always 
getting water for the team or studying or some shit.  
These girls have been around since freshman year." 
    I was utterly silent, amazed at the display in front 
of me.  The crowd loved it, apparently used to their 
Amazon hometown cheerleaders.  I saw the Asian girl 
dance right in front of the bleachers, her black 
ponytail bouncing across a broad back.  She looked up 
towards me for a second, and I thought I caught a 
glimpse of a wink. 
    The energetic group finished their routine with 
something you may see at a strip show, but was 
apparently considered quite common at the Sharks' 
football games.  They sat on the ground, in a line, 
synchronizing their bodies like world-class swimmers.  
They faced us, and opened and closed their massive, 
muscular legs like hungry sharks, all the time smiling 
while the crowd hooted and hollered.  Their tight 
leotards barely covered their snatches, and you could 
see the thin material pulled into their clefts.  Their 
thighs were so inviting, I nearly died. 
    As they walked off the field, I could see them 
whispering to each other and pointing towards the 
bleachers.  I knew every guy was just like me, hoping 
they were pointing at them.  Alas, they were off the 
field as quickly as they came on, and I was left 
wondering if the 10-minute display was one fantastic 
dream. 
    The game went on, but I paid no attention.  Elbow on 
my knee, I held my chin up to the sky and relived the 
cheerleading sequence over and over again.  The Asian 
girl's wink stood out in my mind, and I fantasized 
that after she winked, she came up to the bleachers, 
picked me bodily off the ground, crushed me to her 
body and kissed me. 
    After the game, I packed up the cooler alone, like I 
always did (those who drank never did cleanup).  My 
mind on my work and the inevitable long trek home, 
most of the people left the field and it was nearly 
completely deserted. 
    A whiff ran past my ear, and I brushed at it, 
surprised to feel something soft.  My eyes drifted to 
the side and I saw blonde hair.  As I turned around, I 
was utterly surprised to see the blonde cheerleader, 
her breasts level with my face, leaning up.  The other 
cheerleaders giggled behind her, and I saw her 
ruby-red lips pursed slightly. 
    "Hey water boy," she said.  She must've seen me in 
the years before with the squad.  I wondered why I had 
never seen her.  "What's your name?" she asked. 
    "Um, uh… Matthew." 
    The cheerleaders giggled.  "Are you sure?  You don't 
sound like you know it." 
    I shrugged away and blushed.  The brunette walked up 
to me.  She had beautiful, clear green eyes.  "You're 
cute," she said.  "Want to have some fun?" 
    "What," I stammered.  "With you?" 
    "All of us," she laughed.  I was flabbergasted.  "The 
football team throws a party every Saturday night," 
she said, "usually around 8 PM-1 AM".  "We," she said, 
gesturing to the other girls, "throw a little party of 
our own afterwards.  You want to come?" 
    In a state of shock I answered "sure" almost 
wantonly.   
The black girl said, "Don't be late.  We don't want to 
have to start without you."  The other girls laughed.  
They gave me an address.  "See you later," said the 
Asian girl with a muscular little curtsy, and she 
looked behind and winked as they walked away. 
I was dumbfounded. 
 
*** 
 
As the day progressed, I found I naturally couldn't 
keep up with my schoolwork.  My thoughts were peppered 
with young muscle, and I kept drawing crude figures of 
the cheerleaders on my assignments.  As day turned 
into night and my parents went to bed, I anxiously 
waited for the clock's hands to turn around 12.   
Around 12:30 I crawled out of my window (I wasn't 
allowed to go out after 11:00 PM – my parents were 
absolutely Draconian), and hit the ground running.  
The address was some distance away, but fortunately 
the night air was cool and I got there quickly. 
I rang the doorbell of an average looking home, 
peering inside darkened windows.  It looked like no 
one was home.  Had I been tricked?  After a few 
minutes I heard a quiet shuffle, and saw the door open 
with no one apparently behind it. 
"Um," I muttered, scared.  "Anyone here?" 
"Come on in," I heard a young girl's voice say.  I 
walked into the darkened room and heard the door 
closed behind me. 
My eyes weren't adjusting to the darkness quickly 
enough, and I couldn't see anything, so I stood still. 
I heard breathing, though, and an occasional giggle.  
Suddenly, I felt something huge and soft pressing 
against the back of my head, and I realized it was a 
girl's breasts.  Her hands went down my chest and 
tugged at my zipper, undoing it.  Another set of hands 
graced my face, wistfully dancing around like a 
butterfly.  The dancing ended, and I felt something 
steel-hard, but soft and smooth touch my lips.  I 
realized it was an incredibly huge, flexed bicep.  
Next to me, I felt a girl run her long thighs up and 
down my legs, alternating trapping them in their 
powerful embrace and sensuously vibrating them against 
my cock.  I felt someone doing a bump-and-grind to my 
other side, and felt a boulder-hard ass ride up and 
down the side of my thigh, occasionally clenching her 
butt cheeks.  All the while, each girl pressed closer 
and closer, until I was smothered in hot, muscular 
flesh. 
The girl behind me turned around slightly and flipped 
a switch.  As my eyes adjusted, I realized that the 
girls were wearing nothing at all.   The blonde 
pressed the back of my head into her cleavage, her 
breasts almost completely coming around the sides of 
my face to smother me.  Her hands continued to play 
with my cock.  The massive bicep in front of me was 
replaced by the brunette's eyes, and she thrust her 
long tongue into my mouth for a deep, sensuous kiss.  
The tall, lithe girl was sitting at my side, her long 
legs almost coming up to my chest, rolling up and down 
my body and occasionally squeezing and quivering.  The 
black girl was dancing to her own beat, rubbing her 
glorious ass up and down my body, as she slowly 
twisted her body down to the floor, looking at my cock 
and licking her lips. 
I could see the other girls in the room, equally naked 
and equally as exquisite, playing with each other as 
they watched the show.  Muscular forearms clenched as 
they rubbed others' pussies.  "When's it going to be 
our turn?" a girl asked.  "He looks so hot." 
    "I'm going first," I heard the girl say behind me.  
"I'm squad lead."  The other girls groaned playfully, 
and the three surrounding me peeled off and joined the 
others watching me and playing with each other.  The 
massive bodybuilder-like girl swung me around, and I 
could see her large nipples poking menacingly out, 
super firm. 
    "Why-why…" I could barely get it out.  "Why are you 
all doing this?" 
    She leaned her face down next to me.  "Because we 
like you," she whispered, tonguing my ear. 
    "What about Scott?" 
    "Who said we like Scott?" she said. 
    "He's so muscular and buff." 
    "Who said we like muscular and buff?  Maybe we like 
the thin, lanky ones – the really weak ones.  Right 
girls?"  Some of the other girls giggled and smiled 
while others moaned in pleasure. 
    "Now," she said, "help me with my workout." 
    She pushed me down to my knees.  Her pussy was 
beginning to drip with lust, and I could smell her 
wonderful aroma.  She peeled my clothes off me.  With 
a primal scream, she grabbed the back of my head, 
crushed my face into her crotch, and slammed her huge 
thighs around it. 
    I could feel the soft labia brush my face with its 
wetness, and I began to tongue eagerly.  Her thigh 
muscle blossomed around my already deaf ears, until 
what little I could see was replaced by blackness.  
The quivering steel slabs vibrated without mercy, and 
I could barely hear her loud, continuous moan.  I 
could feel my ears popping as her thighs did their 
abductor dance, literally crushing my ears into my 
skull.  As she approached an orgasm I tried to tongue 
faster, and her thighs quivered and flexed harder and 
harder.  Finally, with a shriek loud enough for me to 
hear it, her huge legs formed blocks around me head, 
walled alive but what a wonderful fate. 
    I felt her peel my groggy face from the inside of her 
thighs, and suddenly I was airborne.  The room was 
spinning, as the huge blonde had me in an airplane 
spin.  "Next up," she smiled. "Jane." 
    I flew threw the air and ran smack into the Asian, 
her eyes twinkling.  "Like my legs, Matt?" she 
queried, flexing the muscular stretches as her knee 
bent and unbent.  "They say my calves are my best 
feature.  Some guys say 'they're so big, they should 
be called cows', but I know they can't get enough of 
them."  I moaned in approval.  "How would you like a 
taste?" she said, and pushed me hard to the ground. 
    As I was getting up, I noticed she had straddled my 
head.  In an instant, the biggest calves I had ever 
seen, diamond-shaped monsters, were pressed against my 
cheek and blocking my view.  They pulsed in and out, 
forming that awesome heart shape and back again.  My 
head throbbed, although I loved it.  My vision 
gradually grew foggy. 
    She let go for an instant, turned me face up, and 
rewrapped her calves around my neck.  I was instantly 
swirling, my eyes trying to focus up, realizing with 
her calves around my neck she could kill me with this 
hold.  As I saw her gradually lean forward and eclipse 
the light, I could see her playing with her tits, 
moaning.  She brought one perky nipple up to her lips, 
licking it, all the while hammering at my head with 
her diamond-hard legs.  I thought to myself, if this 
is the last thing I see, I'll die a happy man. 
    Before I was completely out, she let me go.  My ears 
were ringing, and the blood rushed to my face making 
it bright red.  She picked me up in a cradle, those 
perky tits next to my chest, and handed me to the next 
girl.  "Here you go, Mary," she said. 
    The short redhead carried me as easily as I was baby, 
occasionally tossing me up and catching me.  "You're 
so light.  And cute," she said, her hair brushing 
softly down to my chest.  "Did you like Jane's 
scissors?"  I nodded my head weakly.  "Then you'll 
love mine," she said, and held me upside-down. 
    Her thighs, now in front of my face, flexed to their 
huge, massive circumference.  I could see the long, 
thick tubules of meat swelling over each other, 
dancing in an erotic display that rivaled most male 
bodybuilders.  All of sudden, with a small separation 
of her thighs, she crammed my head in between.  
Instantly, I could see and hear nothing. 
    The muscular walls around me began to pulse, and I 
had the most wonderful sensation around my cock.  I 
realized, then, that my cock was being smothered in 
between her soft tits as I was scissored upside-down.  
She humped her thick chest against my crotch, crushing 
and rolling her tits around my penis, as her thighs 
gradually grew harder.  The pace intensified, and her 
legs felt more solid than steel.  My hands, which were 
touching the backs of her thighs, fell towards the 
ground and hung there from the strength of her power.  
All the while she kept up her breast ministrations on 
my cocks, and with a long crush that brought me in and 
out of consciousness, I felt I was being killed and 
reborn over and over again. 
    With a thud I dropped to the ground, barely knowing 
where I was.  I hadn't noticed the redhead had sat on 
the ground, and her feet pressed against my chest in a 
modified "airplane" game parents play with their kids. 
With a hard thrust I was launched across the room, 
and I heard the redhead laugh and yell "Jamey, catch!" 
    The tall girl caught me, laid me on the ground, sat 
down next to me and instantly wrapped her long legs 
around my body.  Up and down she rolled, the lithe 
sinews of flesh pressing hard against every inch of 
me.  Her nipples grew long as she started playing with 
them, while her legs continued their dance.  I licked 
one of her long, striated calves in appreciation, and 
she rewarded me with a squeeze of her thighs around my 
crotch. 
    Suddenly she turned me face up, as she continued to 
sit.  Her long legs wrapped around my head, and her 
bulging right calve lined my throat.  She sat there, 
me in a figure four, her hands gracefully running up 
and down the sides of her rippled abs and cupping her 
breasts.  Finally, with the grace of a jungle cat, she 
straightened her legs out to their long, frightening 
dimensions and let out a squeeze that lasted a 
beautiful eternity.   
    Her dancer legs unlocked, and she led me on my knees 
to the next girl.  "Shauna," she said, "can you top my 
dancing?"  The black girl with the beautiful ass 
smirked silently and pulled me to the corner of the 
room.  She bumped her ass against my face, grinding 
the tight haunches against my nose.  She stood me up, 
and her beautiful, solid globes of ass looked like 
carved marble, as she danced them up and down my body. 
All the while, her hands cradled the sides of her 
thighs and her breasts, shaking them erotically.  She 
pulled me tight against me, trapping my cock in 
between her clenched cheeks, crushing it while we both 
moaned. 
    She bumped back, knocking me hard to the floor.  Her 
ass and gorgeous pussy immediately landed on my face, 
as I stared up and saw the graceful black curves of 
her back.  Bucking harder and harder, she rode my face 
like it was a horse, alternatively crushing her glutes 
around my nose and sliding my nose in-between her wet 
pussy lips.  I felt her lean forward, and my cock was 
instantly embedded in a warm, tight mouth.  I moaned 
audibly into her haunches, and she responded with a 
swirling tongue and a deep throat seemingly 
orchestrated by the gods.  As she continued her 
assault, she timed her pussy to pound into my face as 
she jammed my crotch to her mouth and her tongue 
tickled my balls.  Finally, with a juicy quiver, I was 
showered in pussy juice 
    "Here you go, Shannon," she said, "lubed just like 
you like it."  I was face to face with the gorgeous 
brunette.  Her deep eyes stared into mine, and her 
mouth sensually raped mine as her teeth pulled at my 
lips.  I could barely reach my arms all the way around 
her body, as her massive breasts came out and formed a 
huge, soft cushion between us.  She moaned as she 
handled my cock, then pulled me on the ground. 
    She opened her pussy to me, fingering the shaved pink 
snatch with a look of longing.  She leaned forward, 
took my penis between her fingers, and guided it into 
her snatch.  Her large legs pulled me in, and I looked 
into her eyes.  Suddenly, she my pressed face down into 
her chest, and my face was buried, smothered in tit 
flesh. 
    I could hear nothing but her heartbeat, could feel 
nothing but the wonderful sensations of her pussy 
strongly grabbing and massaging my dick, as the back 
of her calves pressed me in and out.  I could hear 
heavy breathing, and found myself laboring to breathe 
as my mouth sucked around at the abundance of tit 
flesh surrounding it.  She pulled me out for an 
instant, and I could see a large areola, easily bigger 
than a silver dollar, in front of my eyes.  Moaning, 
she thrust my mouth into it, jamming one huge hard 
nipple into my mouth as her pussy pulled up and down 
my cock.  I could see nothing, warm flesh covering my 
entire face, breathing nothing but nipple, hearing 
nothing but faster and faster breathing. 
    The pace of her calf pounding quickened, and she 
thrust me back into her cleavage again, rolling my 
face between her mounds.  I had noticed in the split 
second I was out that the other girls had gathered 
around us, and I could start to feel their bodies 
pressing in on all sides, even though I could not see 
them.    Despite my position, I heard moaning, getting 
louder and louder, and I realized the girls were all 
grabbing at my body, alternating kissing each other 
full on the lips and playing with each other pussies. 
    There was a split-second silence, and I heard a large 
growl emanate from everyone around me.  The pace of 
the brunette's pussy was like lightening, and the 
sweat of my face made her breasts slide all over them. 
She ground my nose into her cleavage, crushed her 
massive biceps to the back of my head, and pulled on 
my cock long and hard.  Every girl wrapped their arms 
and legs around me and crushed.  I exploded into a 
massive, hereto now unthought-of of orgasm, and my 
cock spurted for a seeming eternity, while I was 
completely surrounded my young muscle.  I could barely 
breathe, could see nothing, but could feel a host of 
muscular girls squirming around me.  Finally, my face 
was pulled up enough to breathe, and I saw the rest of 
the group panting. 
    "Did you like our little party?" the redhead smiled 
down at me, while the girls continued to rub and press 
themselves against my hopelessly outclassed body. 
    "This is heaven," I whispered, and she brought my 
face up to her own, ending a night I'll never, ever 
forget.