Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This is a work of fiction - pure fantasy. It is intended solely for adult audiences. If you are under the age of 18 please do not read. Chapter 3 "A cheerleader's job is threefold," began Coach William. "Miss Buckner has told me that you have an excellent skill set. That's only the first qualification. A cheerleader has to entertain the fans and most of those are fathers who drag their families to the game. Fathers like to look at - excuse the expression - bouncing boobs and tight rear ends." Debbie wasn't sure how to reply. Was he telling her that she was going to be cut because her boobs weren't big enough? She looked over to Miss Buckner, the JV cheerleader coach who had put her on the short list for selection. Miss Buckner had already told her she was too short but that her skills were good enough to make the first cut. The next step, she had explained, was an interview with the coach. "Did you stuff your bra?" Coach Williams asked. "It looks like it from where I'm sitting. Miss Buckner, would you please check for me?" Miss Buckner stood in front of Debbie and slid her hands under her top. She pulled two socks out from her bra and showed them to the coach. Debbie could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She was about to get cut from the team. "Not much up there," Coach Williams stated matter-of-factly. "Turn around." Debbie had already showered and was wearing her tight jeans. She turned around. Tears were now streaming down her face. She was about to lose it. Hold it together she told herself or there would be no hope at all. "Nice back side. The boobs are a problem but we might be able to live with them depending upon how well you meet the third qualification. A cheerleader must contribute to the morale of the players - encouraging them, making them feel good about themselves, giving them a positive attitude for the game. Billy and Stretch, get in here." The door opened and two boys walked into the office. They looked familiar but Debbie had never met either of them. "These two boys are going to spend some time getting to know you. They'll report back to me and let me know how well you might fit in with the team. Based on their report I will confer with Miss Buckner about the final selections. That is all." Miss Buckner led Debbie and the two boys out of the office. The introductions were made. It turned out that Stretch and Billy were juniors who had just moved up from JV to varsity. Debbie put on her best smile but felt extremely self-conscious. She was nervous. She had never been good with mixed company. How was she going to make an impression on them? "Okay," Miss Buckner said dismissing them. "You have your instructions. Make the best of it." They waited until she was out of earshot before anyone spoke. The tall one called Stretch looked over to Debbie. "Aren't you a little short to be a cheerleader?" "Yeah," agreed Billy. "And kind of flat-chested." This was getting off to a bad start Debbie thought to herself. She fought back the tears and tried to defend herself. "I'm still growing. Besides, I'm really good at cheering. Miss Buckner said I had the best moves she had ever seen from an eighth-grader." "Well I sure hope you grow fast," said Stretch. "Anyway, Billy and I were going to catch that new horror flick. You want to come?" Debbie really didn't but she had no choice and put on her best face. Being a matinee and a movie that had been out for a few weeks there were only two other people in the theater sitting toward the front. Stretch guided Debbie into the back row. She sat between Stretch and Billy. A few minutes into the movie she felt Stretch put his arm around her. Then Billy put his hand on her thigh. Debbie sat there hardly able to breathe. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know what to do. If she took his hand off her thigh, what would he tell the coach? Stretch pulled her closer. She looked up at him and could see him looking back in the flickering light. He lowered his face. His lips brushed against hers. Ohmygod, she thought, he's going to kiss me. I don't know how to kiss. Not really. She puckered her lips against his. She felt his tongue push between them. She knew what a French kiss was but she had never done it. Debbie opened her mouth. His tongue pushed inside. She tried her best to do what he was doing. She opened her mouth wider. The tips of their tongues swirled together. She must be doing it right, she thought. It felt right. It felt more than right. It felt good. She could pulses of excitement throughout her body. Debbie had forgotten about Billy's hand until it slid further up her thigh. She put her hand down on top of his not knowing whether she wanted it there or not. The sensations inside her, particularly the throbbing between her legs, were clouding her judgment. Stretch slid his lips from her mouth to her neck. He nibbled and sucked on the thin skin. Debbie threw her head back and moaned. Billy moved his hand between her legs. She could feel his fingers pressing against her throbbing mound through the jeans she was wearing. Debbie squeezed her thighs together trying to force his hand away but instead it had the effect of trapping it there. She could feel his fingertips moving against her. The throbbing between her legs became more intense. Secretions from her excited state were leaking into her panties. Stretch kissed his way up to her ear and shoved his tongue in it. Oh god it felt good. Then they were kissing again. Tongues swirled and mouths opened. Without even thinking Debbie spread her thighs. Billy's fingers rubbed and pushed against her almost as if he were trying to drive them through her jeans and into her body. Then she felt Stretch slide his hand under her top. She moaned into his mouth when his fingers rolled and pinched her sensitive nipple. Billy moved his hand from between her legs. She felt him fumbling with the snaps to her jeans. Suddenly his hand was inside her panties. His finger slid across her swollen clit and along the searing folds of her womanhood. He pushed it into her steamy sex and pumped it in and out in rapid thrusts. Everything was spinning out of control. Stretch lifted her shirt and lowered his head. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth it felt like a jolt of electricity had surged from her nipple directly down to her pussy. Debbie threw her head back and bit her lip. It was going to happen. There was nothing she could do to stop it. The explosion ripped through her pussy like a tidal wave. Debbie bucked and jerked while squirming against the finger still buried up her cunt. He moved his fingertip to her clit sending her into another series of spasms. When the orgasm finally began to subside Debbie slumped back in her seat to catch her breath. "Holy shit Stretch, I've never seen a girl cum like that." "Me neither. She's a wild one. Let's see how well she sucks cock." Debbie was still groggy when she felt them dragging her out of her seat until she was on her knees between Stretch's legs. He had unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down far enough so that his naked cock was poking up from between his legs. Debbie stared at it. This was something she had already done with Stinger. Was she willing to do it again if it would get her on the team? Yes, she thought. She would. Not only that, she wanted to. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his bulbous knob before letting it slide through her lips and into her mouth. The feel of his hard flesh - so warm and alive - sliding through her lips and across her tongue caused an intense throbbing in her loins. Debbie slid a hand between her legs to rub her pussy while she continued to suck Stretch's vein streaked member. "Holy fuck Stretch, the slut is fingering her pussy. She really loves it." He's right, Debbie thought, I do love it. I love having a cock in my mouth. I love the way it feels sliding in and out between my lips. And he called me a slut. Yes. That's what I want to be. I want to be a cock sucking slut. I'll suck the entire team if I have to... not to make the cheerleading squad but because I love sucking cock. Her fingers flew faster and faster across her clit. Her head bobbed up and down as she fucked his cock with her mouth. Her tongue teased his knob. Spit drooled from her lips down his shaft. She could feel him hit the back of her throat on each thrust. His cock swelled. She pressed her lips tightly around him. "AAARRRGGGHHHHH..." Stretch clamped his hand to the back of her head and thrust upwards. The first jets of cum erupted from his cock like a stream of pee. Debbie tried to swallow but it was too much. More and more hot cream flooded her mouth until it was drooling from her lips. She wanted more of his beautiful spewing cock. Her throat opened and she felt it slide deeper until her lips were pressed against his pubes. "Jesus, she's got your whole fucking cock down her throat." And that is when her pussy exploded. Somehow she kept his cock buried deep in her throat as she twisted and squirmed against her fingers. Juices gushed out of her gash and dribbled down her hand into her panties. Having a big thick throbbing cock in her throat only added to her sense of shameless release. She finally pulled her mouth off Stretch's cock and squeezed her legs together as one last spasm gushed from her pussy. Billy was now standing next to Debbie. His pants were around his ankles and his cock wavered in front of her face. She quickly gobbled him into her mouth. He grabbed her head and fucked her face as she bobbed her lips up and down his length. She felt his knob stabbing at her throat. She pushed out her tongue and let him slide even deeper until her lips were pressed against his pubes. Debbie could feel his cock pulsating in her throat. She pushed her tongue out and licked his balls. She slid back up his shaft and teased his knob with her tongue. Billy couldn't hold it any longer. Rather than shoot in her mouth he pulled his cock from her lips and aimed it at her face. Hot cum splattered against her cheek and across her ear. Another blast hit her between the eyes. Several more spurts landed on her nose and lips and even in her hair. Feeling his semen running down her face and dripping from her chin was like an aphrodisiac. She felt so dirty and nasty. She felt like a slut. Yes. That's what she was - a cum-slut. She loved it. She licked the creamy mixture from her lips savoring its taste. Her fingers found her clit. Her pussy exploded in a series of spasms that left her panties absolutely drenched. Debbie excused herself and went to the bathroom to clean the mess from her face while Stretch and Billy gave each other high fives. She looked in the mirror and saw a cum-drenched girl looking back at her. A cum-slut. A dirty cock sucking dick licking cum slut. Her hand slid into her jeans and found her clit as she stared at the girl in the mirror. They both had mind blowing orgasms. Later that night Debbie got the phone call. Miss Buckner told her she had made the team.