Then, as if to rub salt in the wound a new student starts half way through the year and is instantly popular, even dating the captain of the football team. Fortunately for Stella, this new student is Laurel (from 'The Sleepy Surprise Club 1: Laurel) and she has a plan that will help Stella get exactly what she wants. However, these things never quite work out exactly as planned. There's always a surprise, and for Stella it ends up being twenty-something in the stink and one in the pink, but that one in the pink is VERY special.
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Sleep Sex, Pseudo-Incest, Dubious Consent, Gangbang, Anal, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaugther, Cheerleader, Schoolgirl
Navigation
Back to the Categorized Table of Contents
Back to the Chronological Table of Contents
*****
It wasn’t fair! I was the head cheerleader, it should have been me dating the football captain! Wasn’t that how these things were supposed to work? That’s what I’d always thought but it just wasn’t panning out that way, or any way for that matter. My senior year was a complete disappointment so far.
They say blondes have more fun and, as far as I could see, that was one saying that would stand for the ages. At my school, as with all the beauty pageants and magazine covers, the guys just loved those tall blonde girls with big breasts. Oh to be a Barbie girl.
As a petite brunette, I was getting more jealous by the day hearing about all the ‘fun’ they were having, while all I got for my efforts was a busy schedule and the occasional injury. I’d worked my ass off perfecting the art of cheerleading, I practiced day and night.
Year after year the snobby bitches had watched me trial and said I didn’t have the right body type to fit in with their routines. Finally this year I was so freakishly good, and there were no older girls to look down on me, they couldn’t say no. I brought so many of my own routines to the table that I was even nominated for head cheerleader.
Then my Step-Dad, Nick, suddenly got all interested in high school football and before I could say ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he had replaced the old coach, who had retired at the end of the previous year. I had no idea what kind of talk he gave those boys but, try as I might, I couldn’t get a single one of them to lay a finger on, or in, me. At a party one night one of them muttered something about ‘Coach Daddy’ and then, I heard, went and fucked one of the other cheerleaders. Dammit! He was so fucking hot, I was totally ready to lose my virginity to him.
It was like Nick couldn’t stand the idea of another guy fucking my pussy so, taking the bull by the horns, I threw myself at him. It was my senior year and I was going to have sex, I swore it! I thought he was going to give in but, with shaking hands, he pushed me slowly away and mumbled something about how we ‘couldn’t do this’.
Like I said, it wasn’t fair. Then, halfway through the year, the powers that be decided it would be funny to rub some salt in my wounds. A new girl named Laurel started going to our school. Just what I needed, another beautiful blonde to distract the guys away from me. At least she didn’t have big breasts.
Still, busty or not, she was popular with everybody. I’d never in all my life seen a new kid rocket to the top of the social pecking order in any school since I was five years old. Not the way she did. Even the teachers and principal all seemed to worship the ground she walked on, it was insane.
One day she was even caught giving Todd, the captain of the football team, a handjob in Mr. Roydon’s math class. She was sent to the principal’s office, her hand covered in semen, and came back smiling like she’d been given a car. She wasn’t even suspended, let alone expelled, and she always got an ‘A’ on every assignment despite the fact that she never paid any attention.
It was safe to say I hated her, though we crossed paths so infrequently it didn’t really matter much. By all rights Todd should have been mine, and I must admit I did occasionally badmouth her behind her back.
I guess some of that talk went around and reached her ear because one day she tracked me down in the library where I was having some informal tutoring from my genius friend Jenny. When I saw her coming, I just knew she’d heard what I said. If she wanted a fight, then she’d come to the right place. Bring it on, bitch I thought.
“Can we talk? Alone?” Beth glanced at Jenny.
“Er… I guess. Do you mind, Jenny?”
“Sure, the library just got a new book about theoretical physics I wanted to look at, I’ll be over there if we have enough time left to do any more study before our next class.”
I waited for Jenny to be out of earshot, watching her head over to the shelves and begin running her finger along the spines as she searched for the book she wanted to read. Honestly, theoretiwhatzit physics? What kind of an eighteen year old girl could understand that stuff? Well… Jenny I supposed. She could understand anything she put her mind to, she was that smart. I folded my arms, leaned back in my chair and fixed a cold stare on Laurel.
“What do you want?”
The infuriatingly pretty blonde sat down opposite me like we were having a business meeting and paused for a moment as if everything she’d planned on saying suddenly didn’t sound like such a good idea. I began tapping my foot on the ground silently under the table until she finally leaned in conspiratorially, and began speaking in a low tone.
“I understand,” she said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I understand your problem with me.”
“What makes you think I’ve got a problem with you?”
“Let’s not play games. This is high school, word gets around, I know what you’ve been saying. And I understand, I really do.”
“Go on then, tell me what exactly it is you ‘understand’,” I raised two fingers on each hand up into scare-quotes before folding my arms again.
“I was just like you at my old school, except not as pretty.”
I opened my mouth with a scathing comment about her ass on the tip of my tongue but shut it with an audible click as I processed what she’d just told me. Them’s sure weren’t fightin’ words, not the kind of words I thought she was going to say.
“Nobody noticed me,” she continued, “nobody that I wanted to notice me anyway. Every day was as monotonous as the last, I felt like I was invisible, unlovable.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I think we got off on the wrong foot. You think I’m some blonde bimbo that everybody has always put on a pedestal, but that’s not true at all. For the first time in my life I feel special, and I can’t deny I’m… uh… milking it for all I can.”
I couldn’t help but snort out a little giggle at the thinly veiled nod towards her cum soaked hand in math class. Still, she was acting suspiciously, this was high school after all. Nobody hears that somebody has talked smack about them and then comes bearing a peace pipe. At school, if you don’t come out all-guns-blazing, then you’re likely to get shot yourself.
“That’s cool and all, but I still don’t understand why you’re telling me.”
“Because you remind me of me, I told you I was just like you at my old school. My final year there was crap… it was nothing like this. This is your final year, there’s not much time left, you’re the head cheerleader for God’s sake, you’re so beautiful and you deserve all the action you want. If I help you, it’ll feel like I’m helping myself in a roundabout kind of way.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but how do you know I’m not already getting all the action I want? And what do you mean about helping me?”
“Stella, word gets around. Your friends in the cheerleading squad know, they talk, everybody knows.”
I blushed at the thought of my personal shortcomings being common knowledge and looked down into my lap, where I was now wringing my hands anxiously. Looking back up to Laurel I expected to see a certain amount of triumph on her face at having broken through my wafer thin facade, but I saw only friendly concern.
“What do you
mean you can help me?”
“Well… what if I told you there was a way you could,” Laurel looked all around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear us before continuing, “get fucked by the vast majority of the football team all at once?”
My jaw dropped, my instinct was to feign indignity at such a scandalous statement, but it seemed like Laurel had already seen all my cards and a bluff wouldn’t work very well. I might still have faked it if the thought of all those athletic bodies and hard cocks didn’t stop me. I’d tried everything I could think of to get just one of them to pop my cherry, if Laurel had a plan to get a heap of them into bed with me then I was all ears.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Todd tells me that their coach, your Step-Dad, has got them all on a pretty short leash. He’s told them that if they so much as touch you they’re off the squad. They’ve got such a good team this year that most of them have high hopes about getting noticed and picking up scholarships, so football is kinda important.”
“And how do we get around that?”
“It’s the rumours they’re worried about. They’d love nothing more than to have their dicks inside you, Stella, believe me. Todd told me that too. So I’ve got a way to… uh… appease their minds about that.”
“How?”
“You won’t talk about how the football team fucked you if you don’t remember that they fucked you.”
“But… I want to remember! That would kind of defeat the purpose of having been…” I looked around, “fucked by them, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes it would. But we just need to make them think that you won’t remember.”
“Well… I think you’ve lost me. I don’t understand what you’re talking about now.”
“My Step-Dad is a pharmacist. He’s got this ‘sweetener’ that goes great with hot chocolate. A full dose will have you knocked out all night. If the football team happened across you like that, there’d be no reigning in their hard cocks, they’d do everything to you that they’d always wanted to do but couldn’t because the word would get around.”
“Even,” I blushed even harder, “up the ass?”
Laurel smiled and nodded, “You’re a backdoor fan, eh? Oh yes, with so many of them there’s bound to be at least a few who’ll want to jump the queue and take that sweet ass.”
“I’ve never done it before… just always… you know, wanted… hey. Wait a minute. If I’m knocked out, I won’t remember.”
“Ah, but a half dose will just leave you partially under. They won’t be able to tell the difference, but you’ll hear and feel everything. They’ll treat you like a little fuck doll, just like you always wanted.”
It sounded too good to be true, the images of big cocks driving into my virgin ass and filling me up with cum jostled to the forefront of my mind and I daydreamed for a few happy seconds before reluctantly coming back down to earth. I wanted to believe her and lose my virginity this very weekend, but when something sounds too good to be true it usually is.
“Why should I trust you, Laurel, you just seem… uh… too nice about the shit I talked about you.”
“I told you, I understand. However… I’ll tell you a little secret about me. A big one actually. Then you’ve got, I dunno, some leverage or something.”
“Oh… uh… OK.”
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
“What!”
“Shhhhh! I’m pregnant.”
“No way.”
“Way.”
“Is it… Todd’s?”
“Nope, it’s Michael’s.”
“Who? Michael Browning?”
“No, Michael my Step-Dad.”
“Holy fucking shit.”
“Told you it was a big one. And… I got knocked up in a gangbang before I started school, with Mr. Roydon, Mr. Coburn and Todd as well as Michael.”
“Holy fucking shit… you’re depraved! I can’t believe I’m going to say this but… I’m in! I can’t take this waiting anymore. What do I have to do?”
“Next cheer and football practise is on Thursday, right? I’ll give you a refreshing thermos of hot chocolate for afterwards, you just go to the guys changing room, drink it and get comfortable, they’ll take care of the rest.”
“Even… Todd?”
“Of course, he’s more desperate than anybody to get into your pants, and I’m not selfish.”
“Oh my God… I can’t believe this. Um… Laurel?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m sorry about what I said, and thank you.”
“That’s OK, Stella, and you can thank me on Friday.”
*****
Our cheer coach had scheduled a lot of our practice sessions to coincide with the football team’s own sessions. The rationale behind it was to add one more element of the live game to their training. If they couldn’t concentrate during practice with a couple dozen scantily clad and fertile teen girls yelling about how incredible they were, how would they manage it on game day?
I picked up my sports bag from where I’d left it on the ground with all the other cheerleaders’ things and made my excuses for not going back to the changing rooms with them, instead heading towards the other side of the field where the car park, and the football team’s changing rooms, were. I said I had to get back home asap because we were having dinner with relatives that night and nobody questioned me. I’d be happy to share the details with a few close friends after the event, but not the entire squad.
Even though I knew the entire football team was out on the field, it was still intimidating entering their locker room, so much so that I even knocked and called out timidly. No answer. I stepped inside and put my bag down on a bench, retrieving the thermos of hot chocolate. After an intense workout what I most wanted was a cold drink of water, but the warm drink was actually really good. As soon as I drank it I began to feel my muscles relaxing, a cramp that had been threatening for the last ten minutes of practice faded away and left me with a warm buzz all over my body.
If previous training days were anything to go by, I had somewhere between twenty and thirty minutes to get ready before the guys came back to the changing rooms. Since my talk with Laurel earlier in the week I’d gone to great lengths to prepare myself for my big day. I’d been to the beautician to get a Brazilian wax, obviously. The first time a boy was to see my pussy, the last thing I wanted was to cover it up.
I was as smooth as silk down there, and I’d loved the funny tingling sensation that had been driving me wild all through practice. I’d missed a few landings, but it was worth it! As Laurel had assured me that a few guys would be happy to indulge my fantasy of being taken up the ass, I’d also been to a clinic for…er… colonic hydrotherapy, shall we say.
I was a squeaky clean canvas ready to be made into a work of cum-art. That is, I would be after my shower washed away the sweat of practice. Then I’d get dressed into my pristine white panties and matching bra, along with the rest of the cute little outfit I’d chosen and by the time the football team walked in, I should be half passed out and ready to take advantage of their apparently uncontrollable lust.
The shower was wonderful, I almost didn’t want to get out. That was one thing I had to say our school did well in addition to the hottest football team around, great water pressure. The rest of it… meh.
Still, the show must go on and I reluctantly turned the taps off and made my way back to my bag, beginning to feel a little drowsy and off balance. I only had my bra, panties and ass-hugging black pants on before I had to sit down due to feeling too woozy. Wow… this stuff was hitting me hard all of a sudden.
I slowly collapsed to the side, my head resting on my own sports bag, taking deep breaths and hearing my heart booming in my ears. I had to finish getting into my sexy outfit, I counted my breaths, working up the strength, and told myself I’d put in one last herculean effort and get the job done before passing out.
The next thing I knew, there were voices all around me, and a few whist
les of appreciation. I tried to open my eyes and found that I couldn’t. Fighting down an instant of disorientation and panic, I concentrated on my situation and remembered what had happened, I had passed out in the football team’s locker room before I had all my outfit on and now I was a gift-wrapped fuck toy for them. Hopefully.
“Holy shit, is that Stella Gardener?” A voice asked tentatively.
“Damn right,” said a voice I recognised as Todd’s, “I told you that I was working on a reward for how well we’ve been doing. If we win the competition this year, there’ll be more where this came from.”
“What do you mean reward? You know we can’t touch her, not with fuckin’ coach Daddy around.”
“Look at her, she’s taken a little something special, she won’t remember a thing.”
“Nah, she’s just asleep.”
“If she was just asleep, would I be able to do this?” asked Todd.
I felt the bench shudder with Todd’s weight as he sat down on it and a moment later I felt his hand sneak into the cup of my bra and give my breast a firm squeeze. From all around the room I heard gasps and curse words as the captain of the football team groped the passed out head cheerleader in front of them all.
“John, Henry, go get the mats, there’s not enough room to fuck this little slut on the bench.”
“You sure about this, Todd?”
“You going to look a gift horse in the mouth? Haven’t you been talking about how much you wanted to fuck her all year? Go get them.”
At last! It felt like things were the way they should be, Todd continued to massage my tit and I found out that the football players really did want to fuck me. I heard the sound of some things being dragged across the ground before being flopped down next to the bench and then Todd’s hand left my breast and I felt his strong arms lifting me into the air, my head lolling back.
Take All of It September 2019 Page 112
