Filename: CheerleaderTraining.txt Title: Cheerleader in Training Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF, MMF, exhib Summary: Nicola joins a team of pro cheerleaders, but a bitchy prude spoils her fun. Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way. This work is © 2004 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission. There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence. The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic stories about an Australian model-turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to find stardom. Author's note: This is a "Lost" Nicola Adventure, taking place between "Nicola: Live & Uncensored" and "Carwash Cuties". Visit the website /~knickers . As well as all the episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, and movie reviews. Cheerleader In Training Nicola gave a friendly smile as she stood before him in his office. "Thanks Mr. Sacks," she breathed in her sexiest voice. "I promise I won't let you down." Steve Sacks smiled back and silently thanked his ol' buddy Vic Spinetti for doing him this favor. Steve was manager for the Dorado City Diablos, one of the lower-ranked NFL teams. Hell, they were *the* lowest. Last week Vic had called him up and asked him for a favor. He had this starlet in Hollywood, an Australian babe named Nicola, who was up for a part in a big studio production. Just a bit part, but larger than anything she'd ever done before. The catch was, she would be playing a cheerleader. Being Australian, she knew nothing about football or cheerleading, so Vic suggested she come down to Dorado City and spend two weeks training with their squad. Their phone conversation had ended with Vic chuckling. "I think," he had laughed, "that this is more a case of me doin' you a favor rather than the other way round." Now, as she stood before him, Steve could see what it was that his pal had meant. Nicola was totally hot. As an NFL manager, he'd seen loads of cheerleaders wiggle through his office, but Nicola was something else. She had long, chestnut-colored hair that framed her model-pretty face and cascaded across her shoulders. Her eyes were the bluest blue he'd ever seen, and her smile was out of this world. So sweet, yet with a wicked glint that suggested that Nicola was a girl who liked to have fun. She was dressed in just a t-shirt and shorts, casual clothes that she'd just thrown on but still seemed to wear them with the express purpose of showing off her body. The shorts hugged tight across the curves of her buttocks, and, as Nicola had dispensed with wearing a bra, her boobs were plainly visible straining against the tight, white material, threatening to pop out of the scooped neck that flaunted her impressive bare cleavage. Nicola carried herself like a model, standing with one leg out, her hand on her hip, her tits thrust forward. Every so often she'd raise an elegant arm and flick her mane of hair back over her shoulder, causing her boobs to wobble. Every move this girl made suggested she was aware of how gorgeous she was, and how she wanted every man who laid eyes on her to enjoy the show. "Well, it's the least I can do," Steve said modestly. "Our team doesn't always do too well, but at least I can say we've got a great cheerleading squad." That was true. The Lil' Devils were the hottest cheerleaders in the whole West Coast Conference. They prided themselves on sporting the smallest, most revealing costumes of any NFL cheerleading squad. The top was a red sequined boob-tube, with a cute cartoon devil on it. The miniskirt was as short as decency allowed, a thin strip of matching material that scarcely concealed the tight red panties the Lil' Devils wore underneath. "Is that the uniform?" Nicola asked, pointing to the outfit sitting on Steve's desk. "It sure is," he replied, proudly holding up the best thing about the Dorado City Diablos. "Why don't we try this on you, right now?" Nicola laughed. "Sure! You've only got 2 weeks to lick me into shape as an American football cheerleader, so let's get started right now." Vic had promised Steve that Nicola was always up for a bit of fun, and now was a good time to see if he meant it. Clutching the uniform, the team manager vaulted over his desk and in a second he was all over Nicola like a moderately priced men's garment. "I can't wait to see you in this," Steve drooled as his busy hands worked to help Nicola out of her clothes. Nicola giggled as he yanked her t-shirt upwards, exposing her bare boobs. Next Steve plunged his hands into the waistband of Nicola's shorts and tugged them down around her deliciously shaped calves. With her shirt bunched up under her chin and her pants down around her legs, Nicola couldn't stop laughing. Steve made an ineffectual attempt to wrap the cheerleading uniform on Nicola's nude body, but it was obvious he was more interested in groping the starlet. "Ahem!" cried out a voice. Nicola and Steve spun around to see who had interrupted them. Standing in the doorway, glaring at the amorous couple, stood a beautiful young woman. She had a long mane of glorious red hair, but that wasn't her most striking feature. In Hollywood Nicola had met plenty of well- endowed ladies, but this girl put them all in the shade (especially if they stood underneath her). She was blessed with enormous tits that seemed to stand out several feet from her chest. Like Nicola, she was wearing a t-shirt, but unlike Nicola she was wearing a bra. The lacy garment visibly strained under the monumental task of supporting those gigantic jugs. Steve became very sheepish. Reluctantly, he let go of the half-naked starlet. "Nicola Baron, this is Pam Bethlehem, Program Director for the Lil' Devils." Nicola was too busy gaping at those titanic tits to hear him. Then she remembered the disarray of clothing and hurried to cover herself up. Pam's boobs sauntered into Steve's office and then, a short while later, Pam herself followed. She regarded Nicola with a cold stare that showed her contempt for the newcomer. "Ah yes, the *starlet*." The way Pam said it, you'd think that 'starlet' meant 'prostitute'. "Um, yes," Nicola stammered. "I'm the one you've got 2 weeks to turn into a cheerleader." Pam's frosty gaze sized her up. "Honey," she snarled in a southern accent, "I couldn't turn you into a cheerleader if I had 2 decades." "Come on, Pam," interjected Steve with a nervous laugh. "If anyone can do it, you can." The busty belle didn't reply, but her eyes fell upon Nicola's boobs. "I don't think she had quite the right... assets." With that, Pam thrust her own chest out, nearly knocking over a lamp. Blushing, Nicola folded her arms across her chest. She'd never been wanting in the titty department, being blessed with a natural pair of very fine 38Bs. Indeed, she was most fortunate to become a model at a time when boobs were back in style. But at this moment, standing in Mr. Sack's office with the haughty Pam Bethlehem looking down her nose at her, Nicola felt positively flat-chested. Sighing, Pam arched her back, and Nicola nearly had to duck for cover as her triple-D hooters practically lunged at her. "I guess I can give it my best shot." "Can I try the uniform on now?" Nicola asked, holding up the sparkly little strips of red material. "No you may not!" Pam yelled. "You don't get to wear that uniform until I say you can!" Beet-red from the tongue-lashing, Nicola nodded. "And in future, you will address me as *ma'am*." Nicola just nodded. She knew it was a common enough in the US, but in Australia nobody called someone ma'am unless they were taking the piss. "Now get your butt down the showers, I'll sort you out later," said Pam. With a woosh of air, her hand shot out and slapped Nicola's bottom. She squealed in reply and made a hasty exit from the office. Steve sighed. "Do you have to be so abrupt with people?" Pam rounded on him angrily. "What the hell were you doing with the flat-chested slut?" "Pam, please," Steve groveled. "You know I'd never cheat on you... and the girls." He hungrily eyed up Pam's mammoth assets, heaving gently to and fro in their lacy hammock courtesy of Pam's boisterous outburst. The red-head was mollified somewhat by his groveling tone. "You better not." Still excited by his fumble with Nicola, Steve reached out and squeezed Pam's tits through her clothes. God, she had a fabulous pair. It was just a shame that she kept them under wraps so much. Pam let out a low growl of sexual hunger. She knew her boobs were her best assets and allowed her to have any man she wanted. Which was just as well, as the chaste Southern belle actually had one hell of an appetite for cock. She raised her arms and allowed Steve to divest her of her shirt and bra. Free of their confines, Pam's tits hung forward even more, ballooning out before like a couple of zeppelins, topped with thick, dark areolas the size of teacups, and chubby pink nipples. No matter how many times he got his hands on Pam's goodies, Steve never grew tired of her twin torpedoes. However... he did wish that Pam would be more open with her assets. It would really help the Diablo's public profile if she got them out there abit more. Nothing too daring, just posing for some tasteful pictures. But Pam always refused. Steve's hands slid over her mammoth mammaries, down her slender waist and began to unbuckle Pam's jeans. He knew that Pam's prudish exterior belied the slut she really was, but he had agreed to keep it their secret. Gently, Steve tugged down Pam's jeans and panties. His face level with her crotch, his nostrils filled with the musky scent of her pussy. She was, as usual, dripping wet. With a single sweep of her arm, the naked Pam cleared Steve's desk. Then she lay back, opening her legs. Pam slipped her fingers into her gaping gash, pulling out her labia so that it hung between her lower lips like a thick, drooling tongue. As her digits diddled away inside herself, Steve could hear the unmistakable sounds of slurping. "Come on, Steve," the red-head murmured, her fingers teasing away at her clit. "You know I need it." His cock, engorged with lust, stood out before him like a lamp-post. The purple- headed monster throbbed slightly, eager to be sliding between Pam's love muscles. Steve climbed onto the desk atop of Pam and with a gasp thrust his dick deep inside her. Pam let out a throaty gasp of pleasure, wrapping her legs around Steve's waist, squeezing him tight as if trying to force Steve's entire body into her slavering pussy. He responded by easing his manhood further inside her, concentrating on the heavenly sensation of her cunt muscles contracting to engulf his cock. But Steve's mind drifted to thoughts of Nicola. He'd only just met her five minutes before, but he wanted her so badly. Pam was a hellfuck, but somehow he sensed the Aussie babe would do things he could only dream about. Pam began moaning with pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me," she whined, squealing out in a high, sexy little voice. Steve's cock obliged, pistoning in and out of her, pumping away at her deliciously hot cunt. "Mmmmmmmhhh!" Pam cried out in a voice that must've carried halfway across the stadium. For all Pam's attempts at discretion, in the throes of passion she'd often give herself away. Not that Steve cared much, he longed for the day he could stand on the bleachers and cry out "I've titty-fucked Pam Bethlehem!" but as long as she demanded they keep their hot 'n' nasty episodes a secret, Steve had to do as he was told. The most obscene slurping noises were emanating from Pam's pussy, as Steve worked her well-lubricated love canal. She was so wet, her juices slopped out of her cunt and formed a creamy glue that kept Steve's cock securely fixed to her socket. Pam's body shuddered as he pounded her. Her gigantic boobs were the most astonishing sight, wobbling back and forth across her chest with each thrust. Even though she was lying on her back, Pam's prime assets stood out before her, defying gravity even in this position. One of Pam's well-manicured fingers wrapped around a nipple, and the fuck- frenzied minx accompanied Steve's effort with some tweaking and tugging of her own. Steve could feel the sap rising within him. Pam's juddering undulations up and down his prick grew faster, hotter, wetter. Her cries increased in pitch until they were barely- audible squeals. "I'm gonna come," Steve grunted, breathless. "Yeah," Pam gasped, increasing the grip of her thighs around his waist so to draw more of his manhood inside her quivering quim, "Me too." With a final thrust, Steve's cock wedged even deeper inside Pam's cunt, pulsed violently, and sprayed the tenderest part of wet bits with a shower of fresh spunk. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhh Goooooooooooooooooddddddd," moaned Pam. Her chest heaved with the effort to catch her breath, "I needed that!" ********** Nicola walked into the cheerleader's locker- room to be confronted with the sight of a dozen gorgeous girls in various states of undress. "Um, hi," said Nicola nervously. "My name's Nicola, I'm the new girl." After the reception Pam had given her, Nicola was uncertain how the Lil' Devils would greet her. "Hiiii!" squealed one of the girls. A sparkly blonde, she leapt forward to embrace the newcomer with such enthusiasm that her towel slipped away from her luscious body and Nicola found herself being hugged by a damp, naked cheerleader. Taken aback by the tenderness of this welcome, it was all the Aussie starlet could do but pat her on her bare back and try and ignore the tits pressed against her own. The others all crowded around as well, forming a tantalizing T&A buffet. As Nicola ogled the girls, she realized they all looked almost the same- pretty, blonde, with sleek, tanned, well-toned physiques, and nice perky boobs. "Oh, like, wow!" gushed the cheerleader extricating herself from Nicola. "It is so cool that you're here. I'm Melanie, you'll be sharing a room with me and Lisa. On behalf of the whole squad, welcome to the Lil' Devils." "Sensational. By the way, my mates call me Knickers." Nicola was pleased if over-awed by the reception committee. The only difference between the girls seemed their eye colors- some brown, some blue. Only Melanie had a sparkling pair of green eyes that Nicola found enchanting. "Oh, Knickers, it's gonna be so much fun!" Melanie couldn't stop giggling, and jumping up and down, causing her bare boobs to rub against Nicola. "We can stay up late, and talk about clothes, and make-up, and boys... I know you're only gonna be here for a couple of weeks, but we'll make sure it's the coolest two weeks!" "Your accent is, like, totally awesome," said an impressed Lisa. "You must get so many guys." The Aussie starlet laughed. "Yeah, I get more than my fair share of dick. Is that the uniform?" Lisa was decked out in the full Lil' Devils costume, a glittering red tube-top pulled tight across her chest, and matching miniskirt that showed off her sleek thighs. Grinning, she did a twirl to show off the outfit. Nicola reached out and touched the costume, running her fingertips over Lisa's sequin-clad body. To Nicola, the American cheerleader and her distinctive uniform represented the ultimate sexual fantasy. She couldn't wait to get her clothes off and slip into one of her own. Nicola relaxed. Perhaps this adventure wouldn't be so bad after all? "Wow, thanks for the warm welcome," she said. "I was abit worried there, after meeting the Program Director." In unison, the blondes all let out an exasperated sigh and rolled their eyes. "Pam Bethlehem is, like, a total bitch." "Yeah. She's soooo strict. She made all these rules we have to follow. No parties. No dating. No fraternizing with the players. And absolutely no sex." Nicola gasped in shock. "You're joking? Here you are, a crack team of totally fuckable cheerleading babes, and you're not allowed to have sex?" Their eyes wide, the girls all nodded solemnly. "And," added Melanie, "she's a total hypocrite. Cos, rumor has it she's always banging the team manager. Even stays in his guesthouse so he's never too far away. Only she pretends she's a real goody-twoshoes." "Yeah," Lisa shook her head, flicking back her lustrous blonde bangs. Her ruby red lips formed a delicious pout. "We never get to have any fun." Nicola frowned. "That's no good. We need to throw a party, invite the boys." Melanie's eyes grew big. "Yeah, that would be cool." Lisa's lips curved upward in a wicked smirk. "A private party. Where we can really show 'em our moves." She wiggled her hips in a little dance, causing her boobs to bounce. Nicola laughed. She could tell she was going to enjoying hanging out with these girls! ********** "First lesson," announced Pam in a supercilious tone. "There's more to cheerleading than prancing about in a short skirt. It's about being friendly, warm, and inviting." "Yes, ma'am." Nicola was in a grumpy mood. She still hadn't been given her own costume, and, while the other girls were at the stadium practicing, Pam had dragged her away on a 'field trip'. "But what has all this got to do," Nicola asked curtly, "with the local shopping mall?" That's where Pam had taken her, to the Northfield Dorado City Mall. Nicola had no clue what this dull locale had to do with cheerleading. Pam gave the Australian starlet a sour look. Nicola pronounced mall 'm-aal' instead of 'm- aul', which Pam always associated with snooty foreigners and their phony accents. "We are here," Pam lectured in her finest 'Southern Belle' voice, "for a little training exercise. A cheerleader should always be perky and gracious in any situation. You are going to stop strangers and ask them if there's anywhere around here you can get a cup of coffee. I'm going be up on the mezzanine watching you. You'll be awarded points for being as nice and approachable as possible. I expect to see lots of energy, lots of style. Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle." "Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle," Nicola repeated, beaming. If she was ever going to become a cheerleader and land that part, she had to put aside her dislike of Pam and work as hard as possible. So, the Aussie starlet put on her bestest smile and walked into the throng. She felt more than a little silly, standing around. Nicola glanced upwards, catching sight of Pam standing high above her, her over-critical eyes watching her every move. OK, Knickers, she told herself, this is it. Show time! A couple of teenage girls were perusing a magazine stand. Nicola walked over to them. "Hi! Um, could you tell me if there's anywhere around here that serves great coffee?" The girls stared at Nicola for a few seconds, then burst into a raucous fit of giggles. Everyone turned to look in their direction to see what all the fuss was about. Nicola blushed furiously and scuttled off. Overhead, Pam shook her head, signaling her displeasure. Nicola clenched her jaw and swore to herself she'd do better next time. After all, she was an actress, wasn't she? She spotted two guys walking down the aisle toward her. Good looking, late twenties, they were engrossed in conversation. Nicola drew a breath. She was going to show Pam just how friendly she could be. The guys were coming closer. Time to bring out the big guns (so to speak)! Nicola unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, adjusting her boobs with both hands to show off a generous amount of cleavage. It worked. As they walked past, the guys glanced sideways, pausing just a moment to take a good look at Nicola's partially exposed tits. It was long enough for the Aussie starlet to work her magic. "Hi, guys!" she hailed them cheerfully. Acting very casual, Nicola thrust her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and rocked back on her heels, arching her back so her chest pushed forward. Their eyes lit up and zeroed in on Nicola's cleavage. "Hey," they returned her greeting with more than a hint of eagerness. "I bet a couple of cute guys like you would know where a girl could get a good cup of coffee in this mall." "Yeah," replied one of them. "There's a pretty good Java Jungle just over there by the foodcourt." Nicola listened intently, focusing on him with her beautiful blue eyes, still beaming him an inviting smile. Between her fingers she twirled a strand of her chestnut-colored hair. "So, you're like on vacation or something?" asked his friend, catching the Australian accent. Nicola turned to face him, twisting her body with just enough momentum that her boobs jiggled noticeably. "Actually, I'm auditioning to be a Dorado City cheerleader." "Alright! You'd make a totally hot cheerleader." "Wow, thanks. What a sweet thing to say," Nicola beamed at them. It was easy to be nice to these two, they were kinda cute. "Well, it was nice meeting you," said Nicola. She offered her hand to shake but they had other ideas. First one and then the other stepped forward and embraced her. Nicola marveled at how outgoing Americans seemed to be as they pressed their bodies against her tits and helped themselves to a grope of her ass. Just as they were about to part company, one of them let out a gasp of recognition. "Hey! You were that chick in that movie we saw on cable the other night!" "Ay?" "'Bikini Stewardesses'!" "Yup, that was me!" Nicola replied in a cutesy, sing-song voice. (Actually, it was 'Bikini Stewardesses 2' but this wasn't the time to stoop to pedantry). Their eyes bulged out of their sockets. That wasn't all that was bulging. A slight glance down at their crotches told Nicola they were mentally replaying her nude scenes in their heads and totally stunned to now be meeting her 'in the flesh'. It was time for Nicola to show Pam just how friendly she could be. Wrapping each of her slender arms around one of the boys, Nicola drew them close so their bodies pressed against hers. The guys couldn't believe their luck, they'd just gone to hang out at the mall and now this hot starlet was rubbing her hooters against them. "What about you guys show me where I can get something stronger than just coffee?" Nicola purred. ********** Pam's fingers clenched the railing in anger. She watched from the mezzanine as Nicola put her arms around the two men and began to flirt with them. Well, 'flirt' was a bit of an understatement, given that she was letting them stare down her top at her almost-bare tits. After a few moments, the threesome walked off together, disappearing down a utility corridor. Pam was angry alright, but there was more than just a hint of jealousy to her rage. ********** Nicola got down on her knees, her fingers eagerly unzipping his fly. A moment later she was rewarded for her efforts with the sight of a pale, sleek pillar of cock that reared up inches from her face. She took a moment to admire its smooth beauty, running her fingertips down the gently-pulsing shaft, feeling it twitch with desire beneath her touch. Then she moved on to his friend, repeating her frantic tugging on his zipper to free the second beast- a little darker than the first, and uncircumcised, but equally beautiful to her blue eyes. Nicola grinned up at the two boys, her hands sliding up and down their cocks. If this wasn't 'perky' and 'gracious in any situation', she didn't know what was. "What was the best bit?" Nicola asked, as she jerked them off. "In my movie?" "I like the bit where you all washed the plane." His reply was punctuated by a series of gasps as Nicola expertly administered him a handjob. "It was like, a wet t-shirt contest." "You liked us girls, then? Dancing around in those little white t-shirt, with our tits soaked?" The guys moaned in reply. "You were the best, but. You've got fantastic boobs." Nicola wiggled in delight, causing her blouse to open just a little bit more. In the short walk to the broom closet, a few more buttons had managed to work their way loose and now her hooters were hanging out before her, completely bare, for the enjoyment of her two new friends. As the boys continued to praise her performance in "Bikini Stewardesses 2", Nicola picked up pace, vigorously pumping their pricks. She could feel the heat of their arousal against her palms, the excitement rising in their balls. The Aussie starlet leaned forward, her pink little tongue flicking out as she licked the head of one cock. The owner let out a shuddering moan, his dick violently twitching. Nicola switched to the next, licking the moist helmet like an ice cream and tasting its salty goodness. Her brunette head bobbing, Nicola carried on switching back and forth. Licks became kisses. Kisses became tentative slurps, her luscious red lips parting slightly to admit their throbbing cocks. Then, before the boys knew, any hint of propriety on Nicola's part evaporated, her mouth was open, wet and willing, eagerly guzzling away on their pricks. From one to the other she swapped, making sure they both got to enjoy their double blowjob. A few deep sucks on one then on to the next. Her velvet-smooth mouth slipped easily over their flesh, lubricated by generous helpings of pre-cum and Nicola's saliva. She used all her best moves on them, the oral skills that helped bring her success in Hollywood. Her tongue, slithering over the shaft or swirled around under the foreskin. Her lips, pressed tight around the lucky organ. Her teeth, applied with just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive cockhead. The three S'es, 'suction', always slurping, 'saliva', making sure his prick is good and wet, and finally 'sound', guys love to hear themselves being blown. Nicola felt the tell-tale rhythm of muscles clenching and unclenching in the penis between her lips, and braced herself for impact. A moment later he came, his spasming cock squirting cum directly down Nicola's throat. She took his shot like a trooper, swallowing it as fast as he could pump it into her. Then it was it friend's turn, emptying his balls into Nicola's insatiable mouth and grunting with satisfaction. ********** Pam drummed her fingers against the handrail, getting madder and madder every moment. Then, the two guys emerged from whatever dark little niche of the mall Nicola had taken them, grinning broadly and talking excitedly. A short while later, the Aussie starlet herself appeared, doing up the buttons on her shirt in an attempt to at least look more presentable in public. Nicola looked up at Pam on the mezzanine, excitedly waving her thumbs in the air. She'd done it, alright, been very friendly with two strangers in the mall. But Pam's stern expression made her stop in her tracks. Nicola's arms fell limply to her side. Grimly, Pam shook her head, and Nicola knew that she'd failed this test. ********** The next couple of days were hard on Nicola. The cheerleaders had a grueling workout routine, and Pam liked to ride her girls rough (so to speak). It was up at 5am, and down to the gym for a three-hour aerobics class. Then a half-hour break, before the girls were out on the field honing their dance routines. Lunch was just a quick bite at the stadium cafeteria, then it was back into the gym for yet more exercise. Her nights weren't free, either, as Nicola had to study not only all the Lil' Devils routines but also the rules of American football. As a model and starlet, Nicola was used to a strict workout regime. But what she wasn't used to was the clothes. Back at her regular gym in Hollywood, Nicola had a small arrangement with the management that meant she usually worked out completely nude. Here, in the stadium gym, with all the Lil' Devils, the football players, and the ever-scowling Pam Bethlehem, Nicola was forced to cover up her best assets. She had turned up for practice the first day wearing a crop top and a thong, only to be yelled at by Pam. And the bitchy Program Director still wouldn't let her wear a Lil' Devils uniform, insisting that Nicola would only get to wiggle her tight body into that costume when Pam was satisfied she would do it justice. So, as the other girls shook their pom-poms (and their tits) in their red sequined outfits, Nicola had to do her best to keep up with their dance moves, dressed only in shorts and a t-shirt. All in all, Nicola was pretty disappointed. She'd been a cheerleader for two days now, and no-one had tried to grope her, sabotage her clothes, take nude photos of her in the showers, or steal her underwear. She was beginning to wonder if the usual cheerleader shenanigans in all those T&A movies weren't just made up. But one thing kept the Aussie babe going, and that was the planned party. It would take place on Saturday, the night before the big game. It would be held at Melanie and Lisa's apartment, with all the Diablos invited. It had to be kept a secret, because if Pam ever found out they'd all be in very big trouble. ********** The next day, the girls were exercising in the gym. Nicola, together with her adorable room-mates, were working their calves on the machines. As this involved slowly opening and closing their legs, it gave them a good opportunity to tease the footballer players, who often gathered at the opposite wall to watch the show. Nicola was enjoying herself. Seated at the machine, she gradually eased her thighs as wide apart as possible, exposing her thong- covered crotch to the Diablos. Then, with a lot of smirking and eyelash battering at the boys, she gently squeezed her legs together again. The guys sat around, pretending to be lifting weights, but while their bodies went through the motions, their minds were firmly in CheerleaderPussyVille. "Who's the spunk?" Nicola asked, indicating a big, muscle-bound blonde Diablo. "What?" cried Lisa, laughing. Nicola rolled her eyes, remembering that 'spunk' meant something different to Americans than to Australians. "The honey. The blonde one." "That's Duke Murphy," replied Melanie. "The quarter-back." "Mmmm..." Nicola purred. "I wouldn't mind being on my back while he quarters me." She caught Duke's eye and gave a slow, sensuous lick of her lips. Duke was so captivated by her that he didn't notice one of the plates drop off his dumbbell and land on his foot. "Big and stupid," Nicola giggled. "Just the way I like 'em!" "He's probably going to be dropped," Lisa whispered. "They paid a bundle to get him off the Packers and he just isn't performing." "Just leave him with me for a few hours. I'd get him performing in no-time." "I mean, he isn't performing on the field." "That's that I'm talking about! Trust me, I've seen it loads of times in Hollywood. If guys aren't getting regular doses of pussy, then they just can't concentrate. You wouldn't believe the number of directors who couldn't shoot shit without a morning blowjob." Once again, Nicola eyed up the beefcake with a hungry look. "You'll see. After I get through with him on Saturday night, he'll be scoring tries left right and center." "They're called touchdowns," Lisa corrected her. "Whatever." ********** Preparations for the big night went smoothly. Word quickly got round the football players that the new cheerleader had persuaded the Lil' Devils to drop Pam's officious ban on 'fraternization' for one wild night. The guys had been waiting for this for a long, long time, and, even though they had a game the next day, everyone was going to be there. Melanie made sure there was plenty of booze on hand. Lisa just smiled mysteriously and said she had a special treat planned. Nicola practiced her dance routines even harder, now. In her sessions with the other cheerleaders, she grinned, shimmied her ass, shook her tits, and waved her pom-poms in perfect unison with the Lil' Devils. She was really becoming part of the team, and even Pam Bethlehem was forced to admit she was making good progress. However, she still wasn't prepared to issue Nicola with a Lil' Devils costume until the Aussie starlet was up to scratch. Well, that didn't bother Nicola. Little did Miss Bitch-Queen Bethlehem know, but Nicola was working hard on getting the cheers down because she was going to be using them on Saturday night, in a very private exhibition of her newfound cheerleading skills for the lucky Diablos. ********** As the sun set on Dorado City that Saturday evening, it left its typical aura of heat across the metropolis, giving the night a sensual warmth. Pam Bethlehem was wearing only a skimpy sundress that came down to her thighs and showed off her bronzed legs. Smiling to herself, she did the rounds of the Lil' Devils dorm rooms. As Pam strolled down the corridor her massive jugs heaved up and down before her, despite the support offered by her triple-D bra. Pam smiled to herself, enjoying the pleasant sensation that rippled across her boobs when deliberately jiggled them. She was in a good mood, it was a hot Saturday night, and she was going to go round and Steve's and fuck him silly. Her lips curled in a wicked smile. What made it even better was that the girls under her care had to be tucked up in bed. Nine o'clock sharp, and she expected the cheerleaders to be ready for lights out. There was only one apartment left to check, the one shared by Melanie, Lisa and the new girl, Nicola. Just thinking about Nicola made her mad. She was so slutty! Were all Aussies cock-crazed bimbos, or was it just her? Of course, it never once occurred to Pam that she was a hypocrite, that she was just as bad as Nicola. It was so important that she safe- guarded the moral hygiene of her girls, made sure they had good, Christian supervision while they were on the team. Pam opened the door and barged in without bothering to knock. The walls of girls's apartment were festooned with a mosaic of Diablos posters, photographs, and scarves, so that the cheerleaders always knew that the team was the center of their lives. Lisa and Melanie were sitting on the couch, wearing bathrobes and painting their toenails. They were chatting and giggling to each other, as girlie roommates often do. However, as their Program Director marched in, they hushed. "You know the rules," Pam barked. "Time for lights out." "Yes, ma'am," they replied in unison. Pam frowned, looking around. "Where's Nicola?" "She's already in bed," Lisa answered. "Studying her playbook." Pam marched across the apartment and yanked open the door to one of the bedrooms and peered inside. Sure enough, there was Nicola. She was snuggled up in bed, the blankets under her chin, reading the Diablos playbook. "Working hard?" Pam inquired. "Yes, ma'am," Nicola replied meekly. "Big game tomorrow," said Pam. "Try not to fuck any strange men between now and then." Nicola blushed, but again she mouthed the words, "Yes, ma'am." Pam smiled, glad to have the slut under her thumb. Everything seemed in order, so there was no sense in hanging around here. Just the thought of Steve's prick made Pam wet with excitement. "Lights out now girls. Get a good night's sleep." To herself, Pam added -while I get a good night's humping. "Yes, ma'am," came the droned reply, somber expressions plastered across the girls' faces. As soon as the door had shut behind the departed Program Director, their serious dispositions dissolved into broad grins. "Hey Knickers," cried Melanie, seeing the Aussie babe still tucked up in bed. "When are you gonna get ready for the party?" Nicola grinned. "I am ready," she replied, throwing back the bedsheets to reveal her nude body. The two cheerleaders gasped at Nicola's brazen display, not believing the starlet had just exposed herself to them, but at the same time feasting their envious eyes over her tanned, naked physique. Nicola jumped out of bed, her bare boobs jiggling. "I've got absolutely nothing to wear," she quipped. "I hope the guys don't mind if I come as I am!" "That reminds me," said Lisa. "The little treat I got for you." She left the room for a second and came back with a large oblong box. Nicola's eyes were wide with wonderment. "What is it?" "Open it and see." The nude starlet whipped open the package, and then gasped at what was carefully laid inside. It was red, and sparkly. Nicola reached in and lifted out a skimpy red sequined top. "Wow!" she breathed. "At last! My own Lil' Devils costume!" "Pam's the one who's supposed to issue you with one," Lisa said. "But I figured we should give you a special one of your own." "And look! The skirt, the boots... the whole ensemble. Thanks, Lisa." Nicola bounced over to her friend and gave her a warm hug. Lisa blushed at being cuddled by a naked girl, but returned the gesture with a friendly squeeze. "What's so special about it?" Nicola asked, disengaging her bare body from the cheerleader. Lisa smirked. "I made a few... modifications. The skirt is held together with Velcro. The top too. They can be ripped off real fast." Nicola held the slinky little blouse up to her chest, admiring herself in the mirror. It glittered a thousand flashes of red as the light caught it. Melanie giggled. "It works a lot better if you put it on." Nicola slithered the top over her naked torso. The 'official' Lil' Devils costume was designed to be securely tied around the neck and the back of the cheerleader, to preserve her modesty and stop it from flying off during even the most demanding of cheers. Nicola's, though, was held in place with Velcro. She adjusted the fasteners, making sure the top fitted her delectable form snugly. It was so small, it was more of a bib then a blouse. The neck was scooped low revealing the upper swell of Nicola's full breasts, and the bottom hem rode high on her midriff, showing Nicola's toned, tanned abs and cute little belly button. Next, the starlet wrapped the skirt around her hips. It, too, was based on the sensible philosophy that less is more, openly displaying Nicola's bare thighs, with a slit over her right leg to make it even more daring. Of course, when performing before a crowd at the stadium, the Lil' Devils wore a chaste red thong under their skirts. However, Lisa hadn't bothered to supply Nicola's costume with one. For the kind of party Nicola had planned for tonight, underwear would only get in the way. Finally, Nicola slipped her feet into the pair of red ankle boots that completed the Lil' Devils costume. They accentuated the sexy curves of her legs, drawing the on- lookers attention to her calves and inviting them to picture those bare legs wrapped around their waist. "Wow," she breathed, admiring herself in a mirror, "I look so fuckable." "Mmm," Lisa murmured, "We do look hot in those uniforms." "Yeah," chimed in Melanie in her high-pitched voice, "it's too bad we never get any action. We're, like, professional prick teasers!" There came a gentle rapping on the door, and a hushed female voice. "Lisa? Melanie? Knickers?" It was the other Lil' Devils, wide-eyed with excitement. "Old iron-britches is gone, so let's party." Lisa let the cheerleaders inside, and they began to get the decorations up. Balloons and streamers soon bedecked the walls, adding to the blaze of color from the Diablos memorabilia. As she mounted the stepladder, Nicola was met with a round of gasps from her teammates. "Oops! I kinda forgot I wasn't wearing any panties," she laughed, realizing they were being treated to an unforgettable view up her skirt. The booze was brought out from its secret hiding place under the kitchen sink, and everyone opened their first beer for the night, or, as Nicola put it, "cracked a tinny". The Aussie starlet suggested they should try and not let their guests drink too much, but the cheerleaders should guzzle enough alcohol to get them good 'n' slutty. Lisa sucked greedily at her Budweiser, looking around their cheerleader pad. "Looks pretty damn good," she murmured. "There's just one thing missing," Nicola laughed. "Unless that beer-bottle is the only thing you're planning on putting in your mouth tonight." The girls burst out into a fit of giggles at her double entendre. Suddenly, there came a loud knocking at the door. Instantly, the cheerleaders hushed, worried that Pam Bethlehem had come back. "W-who is it?" Lisa called out timidly. "Well, uh," came a deep, masculine voice. "We heard there were some hot cheerleader honeys in need of some serious boning, and we'd like to apply." Melanie's green eyes lit up. "It's the guys! Quick, let them in." The door swung open, and in sauntered the Dorado City Diablos football team. They were all casually dressed in sweatshirts and jeans, and wearing the smuggest grins you could possibly imagine. It was quite a sight that greeted their entrance: for as long as any of them could remember, they'd been drooling over the utterly unobtainable Lil' Devils. The cheerleaders all looked so delectable, in their tiny costumes, but were always kept at arms length by Pam Bethlehem. All that was about to change. As they entered the dorm room, the cheerleaders were all there, waiting for them, dressed in skimpy little t-shirts and shorts, except for Lisa and Melanie, who wore robes, and the new girl, Nicola, who was decked out in a Lil' Devils uniform. Nicola eyed up Duke Murphy with a gleam in her eye. "Hi Duke," she greeted him with a sexy purr. "Hi there, gorgeous," he greeted her in his broad Texas accent. "You gonna show us all the cheers you've learnt?" "Well," Nicola blushed, "I don't know if I'm good enough for a public demonstration yet." This was greeted with a cacophony of catcalls and clapping from the football players and cheerleaders alike. "Come on Knickers, show us your stuff!" "You really want to see me in action?" she asked Duke, fixing him with a saucy smirk that told him that she wasn't just referring to her cheering skills. "Honey, I would love to see you shake those pom-poms," Duke replied. Grinning with glee, Nicola grabbed a pair of silver pom-poms from Melanie, while Duke pulled up a chair and made himself comfortable. Everyone else formed a circle around them, watching with barely-constrained excitement how the Aussie starlet would pleasure her quarterback. Lisa cued up a CD track on the boom box and hit play. A thumping beat rumbled through the dorm. Nicola, wearing the trademark cheerleader smile, stood with her hands on her hips. As the music swelled, she began to pump her right leg, jiggling her luscious body to the music. Nicola threw her arms into the air over her head, frenetically swishing the pom-poms back and forth. She thrust her chest out toward Duke, her boobs quivering inside the Lil' Devils top. As everyone watched, Nicola launched into one the team's half-time routines, only the way she performed it, it was definitely not fit for family entertainment. The Aussie starlet twirled around, the little skirt flipping up as she spun. Duke spotted she wasn't wearing the regulation panties (or anything else!) and craned his head to catch fleeting glimpses of Nicola's snatch as she danced. With her back to Duke, Nicola shimmied her ass, much to the delight of her audience. Slowly, with her legs wide apart, Nicola began to lean forward, the tiny skirt slowly rising as she did so. Finally, with a cheeky grin over her shoulder, Nicola bent right over, treating the quarterback to a priceless view of her most intimate secrets. The burly Duke let out whoop of delight at the deliciously obscene sight of Nicola's labia hanging down between her drooling pussy lips. In a flash, Nicola jumped up straight again, smirking at her fellow cheerleaders, who stared back at her with a mixture of shock and admiration. Turning back to face Duke, Nicola tossed the pom-poms aside and reached for the velco straps that held her Lil' Devils top in place. "Whattaya reckon, eh Duke?" Nicola teased him. "Wanna see more of this Lil' Devil?" So enthralled was he by this performance, the quarterback could only nod. There wasn't anyone in the room, football player or cheerleader, who didn't want to miss the rest of this routine. With a wonderful ripping sound, Nicola wrenched her top off, tossing it to Lisa. Now topless, Nicola danced over to where Duke was sitting, her pert boobs bouncing off her chest. The quarterback wasn't shy to show his admiration for the Aussie starlet's charms, and in a second her 38-inch tits were being cupped by Duke's rugged hands. Nicola moaned, she loved having her breasts fondled. As Duke pulled her toward him, the quarterback let his fingers do the walking all over Nicola's bare body, dipping a digit into her honey-drench slit and being rewarded for his efforts with an extra-loud groan from the horny starlet. The rest of the football team cheered Duke on, loudly offering the opinion that he should fuck her then and there. The cheerleaders seemed to be losing their earlier inhibitions, and added their own feminine voices to the strident demand for a live sex show. "Fuck her, Duke!" "She's hot for cock, man!" "Get into her!" "Pork that pussy!" Her producer Mr. Spinetti had always taught Nicola that she could give the audience what they want, so without further ado her elegant hands were yanking away at Duke's jeans, getting rid of the last obstacle between herself and his cock. Kneeling between his legs, Nicola mused that sometimes stereotypes could be accurate. Duke's love-truncheon was a decent 8-inches, but it was the sheer girth of the monster that made her heart flutter. Purple and eager, glistening enticingly, the head of his penis gave off a warmth that Nicola felt across her pretty face. Nicola licked her lips, and leaned forward, admitting his cock into the moist smoothness of his mouth. Swishing her hair back from her face so that everyone could see, Nicola began to ardently slurp away on Duke's throbbing rod. No sooner had the starlet begun to practice her oral skills on the quarterback, when suddenly the door burst open. Everyone, who up to this point been engrossed in the floorshow, jumped in surprise and turned to see the angry Pam Bethlehem glaring down at them. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!!!???" she roared. "Mmm-mmph," Nicola replied through a mouthful of dick. ********** It was after midnight, and Steve Sacks was beyond exhausted. He'd been looking forward to his session with Pam last night, only she hadn't shown up. Which was highly unusual. The busty red-head never went without a porking, especially not the night before a big game. Instead, he'd got a phonecall from Pam, screaming on about the new girl. And so, here they were, in his office in the wee small hours, listening to Pam berate Nicola. "She's a menace! Poisoning the moral purity of my girls! Those good little Christians, ruined forever by the sight of this slut pleasuring herself on our quarterback!" The Program Director paced back and forth, waving her arms in the air in near-hysteria. Even her mammoth hooters seemed to be heaving up and down in righteous indignation. Throughout the tirade, Nicola sat off to one side, blushing furiously and trying to look as invisible as possible. Steve felt sorry for the poor girl. As long as everyone performed well on the field, he didn't give a damn if the players and cheerleaders held all-night orgies. Hell, it would probably do those kids good. Furthermore, he knew perfectly well that Pam was a complete hypocrite, yelling at Nicola for doing precisely what she herself intended to do. Steve had known Pam for several years now, and long since given up trying to figure the girl out. Why did she, in private, fuck anyone and anything not nailed down, but in public puff herself up as some sort of indignant Christian? And it wasn't an act, it seemed that in moments like these Pam completely forgot about her own sexual habits, and really became the righteous preacher. As Steve's mind wandered, Pam was off on a tangent again, going on about "Jesus being the team's goalie" and the fearful need to "beat sin at fourth and inches". It was a mystery what drove the woman, but Steve still had an NFL team to run. Meanwhile, Pam had managed to get back on track. "I don't want that whore anywhere near my girls again! I'm banning her from the team! If you make me keep her for the rest of the week that's fine, but I ain't putting her in a uniform and I sure as hell ain't letting her out onto the field!" "Mr. Sacks, please, no!" squealed Nicola, jumping to her feet so fast her boobs bounced. "All we wanted to do was have some fun. There's nothing wrong with boys and girls enjoying themselves." Steve hated to do this to his buddy Vic, and most of all he hated to do this to the delectable Nicola. But when it came to the cheerleaders, Pam had final word. "I'm sorry Nicola. You won't be on the squad for the game tomorrow." Belatedly, Steve realized the lateness of the hour. "Uh, I mean today." Pam swelled with triumph, her massive bosom held high before her. Crestfallen, Nicola glanced up at her, but saw nothing past the underside of Pam's orbs, tightly constrained inside a silk blouse. "Let's get some sleep, people," Steve said wearily. With leaden feet, Nicola picked herself up off the floor and clumped out of the office. Pam lagged behind, waiting until the starlet had left. "Good boy," she cooed, her hand gently running down the seam of his crotch, tracing a line down Steve's cock. Despite being exhausted, his manhood twitched in response. "Tomorrow morning," Pam whispered. "Come down to the guesthouse." Steve swallowed and nodded. He knew he was going to be in for quite a busy day tomorrow, and he wasn't talking about the football game. ********** The sun rose like melting butter over Angeles Heights, the wealthiest neighborhood in Dorado City, casting its glowing warmth across the palatial home of Steve Sacks. It was Sunday morning. Game day. Nicola's car pulled up across the street from Steve's house. The starlet had no intention of letting herself get thrown off the Lil' Devils and lose her best chance of landing that part. She knew perfectly well what men wanted, and Nicola was more than willing to give it to them. The luscious starlet had come prepared to 'plead her case', dressed in a pair of tight nylon shorts that hiked so high on her shapely hips they left the bottom half of her ass-cheeks bare, and a white crop t-shirt that showed her off mid-riff, not to mention the low part of her boobs. Unencumbered by underwear, Nicola got out of her car and bounced across the street. ********** Dressed in his robe, Steve padded through the garden, enjoying the sweet aroma of the morning air. Just thinking about Pam caused his cock to stiffen and peek out of his modest clothing. The Diablo's manager stopped to adjust himself. But why bother, he asked himself. Who was up and about at this time of the morning? Allowing his dick point the way, Steve let himself into the guesthouse. ********** As she quietly made her way around the side of the house, Nicola heard a door bang shut. She turned around, a confused look creasing her pretty face. The sound had come from the guesthouse, not the main house. What would Steve be doing down there at this time of the morning? Could the rumors be true? Silently, Nicola crept toward the guesthouse. ********** There, standing in the guesthouse's den, was Pam Bethlehem. Steve made no attempt to cover his penis, still poking out of his robe, but gasped at the sight of her. Even fully dressed she could take your breath away. Well, "fully dressed" in a black raincoat and carrying a Diablos tote bag. Steve grinned. Every boy knows that a girl wearing a raincoat when it ain't raining means only one thing. Slowly, teasingly, Pam tugged at the belt holding her raincoat together, drawing the moment out to heighten Steve's lust. Then, with a flourish, she yanked off the coat and tossed it to the floor. Underneath, Pam was wearing a cowgirl outfit. She had on a fringe skirt, cowgirl boots, and a suede vest that barely covered her huge breasts. She completed the outfit by removing a cowgirl hat from the bag and setting it atop her teased fire-engine red hair. "Wow!" Steve breathed. Pam stood there in all her glory, her hands resting on her hips, presenting herself to Steve. Then, she began running her hands up her flat stomach, slowly savoring her own delicious curves, cupping her magnificent breasts. "My name is Pammy Whammy, the horny cowgirl. Would any of you big studs want to take me for a ride? We'll explore the peaks, the valley, and if you're up for it, we'll take a nice slow hike up the Pammy Whammy Mammies, the most majestic and spectacular mountain range in all the land." Her hands had disappeared inside the tiny vest, massaging her boobs. Steve raised his hand. "I do! I want a ride!" "Well aren't you the cutest thing? I'll call you Trigger. Now Trigger, are you equipped for me to ride for a long time?" Her gaze traveled down his body, settling on the throbbing knob of gristle emerging from his robe. Pam squealed with delight and went for his manhood, her fingertips caressing his hot flesh. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets, as if she was seeing it for the first time. "Well, it seems you have all the equipment we're going to need. I have to tell you, I like to go slow at first then giddyup. Do you think you can keep up?" "Absolutely," Steve gasped. In a single bound Pam jumped onto him, wrapping her long, slender legs around his waist. Steve could feel the warmth oozing from Pam's cunt, pressed hard against his abs. Entangled in each others arms, the couple collapsed back onto a handy coffee table. With Steve's robe now completely open, Pam's fingers slithered across his chest, relishing in the sensation of his muscular body rippling beneath her. "Well Trigger, are you ready for a ride?" she gasped. Steve nodded, desperate to get himself snugly wedged inside Pam's quivering cunt. She always liked these little games. Pam's fingers roamed down Steve's body, over his stomach and finally wrapping around his erect cock. "Time to mount up," grinned the horny cowgirl. Carefully guiding him, Pam maneuvered herself into position. The skirt was hiked up around her waist, making it little more than a buckskin belt. Then, slowly, she lowered her pussy onto Steve's cock, letting out a series of tiny squeals and moans. A satisfying squelch indicated when Steve's engorged manhood was snugly entrenched inside Pam's moist pussy. "Oh Trigger. Ohhh! You're entering the valley. Oh yeah." Pam began to undulate her rump, already beginning to drift off on a wave of pleasure accompanying the delicious sensations rippling through her cunt. "Remember, slow and steady wins the race." Slowly, lovingly, Pam rode Steve, savoring the languid ecstasy of a leisurely morning fuck. As she ground herself into his cock, she began to unbutton her vest. Steve's hands were on her ass, so round and firm and perfect, tracing the delicate curves of her bottom, his eyes eagerly devouring the sight of Pam slowly revealing her spectacular rack. Pam was now two buttons away from fully opening her vest, the top swell of her hefty hooters clearly visible. "Oh Trigger, can you see the mountains?" she said seductively as she undid the last button of her vest. Pam paused, her vest completely undone but miraculously covering her strawberry-pink nipples. "Do you want to see the mountains?" she teased. Steve nodded. "I knew you would. Well, big boy, take a look at the majestic Pammy Whammy Mammies, the most wondrous mountains in all the land." With a gasp, Pam arched back her shoulders, simultaneously letting her buckskin vest slip back off her arms and thrusting her massive boobs forward. Free of their moorings, the twin orbs bobbed down so violently they nearly hit Steve in the face. Pam twirled her vest over her head as she rode Steve vigorously. "Do you love them?" "Oh. Oh my," was the best Steve could manage as his cock, slippery with their juices, slithered in and out of her hot wet tight pussy faster and faster. As Pam rode him rhythmically, Steve reached out grabbed two handfuls of boobflesh. Pam squealed with delight and threw her vest aside, pushing his hands away from her ample assets. "No. Bad Trigger, bad. Remember, slow and steady wins the race." "Pam, I need it," Steve gasped, desperate from a double dose of titty. "What did you call me?" Pam glowered, reminding him just who was fucking whom. "I mean Pammy Whammy, I need to climb the mountains." "That's better. But start on the southern face and climb up slowly." Steve knew what that meant. He began massaging the underside of her breasts, gently kneading her flesh with his hands. "Oh yes. Oh! Make your ascent up the peaks." He started tickling her titties. Pam was blessed with a ticklish spot right beneath her platter-shaped areolas, and his stroking fingertips elicited more squirming and giggling from the buxom cheerbunny. Steve was rewarded for his efforts by Pam quickening her pace, rolling herself in long, smooth strokes up and down his cock. Pam tittered with glee. Craning upwards, Steve let his lips go to work on Pam's boobs, devouring her left breast. "Oh yes. Oh Trigger! Go higher!" He worked his way towards her areola with his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva across the vast expanse of her tit. "I'm a naughty cowgirl! Wheeeee!" Steve knew exactly what the 'naughty cowgirl' routine involved. His hands whipped around behind her and playfully slapped her bucking ass. "Oh Trigger! Oh! Giddyup!" Pam squealed. Her breasts started jiggling as she wiggled up and down his cock, slipping it in and out of her willing cunt. Steve's mouth continued to slurp over her bosom, licking, sucking, nibbling at will. "Oh! Lick them! Kiss them! Love them! Worship them! Oh, worship my mammies. Oh Pammy's mammies are all yours. Oh, make them all yours! Oh!" A torrent of pussy-juice was oozing down Steve's cock and it was obvious that Pam was about her ride her way into O- town. "Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Trrrrrriiiiiiigggggggrrrrrr!" She bucked her hips and pushed Steve on his back. "Oh, the ride's just getting started!" Steve wasted no time in once more planting his hands back on Pam's most prominent features, hanging inches from his face. "Oh, squeeze the mammies!" Like a good boy, Steve did as he was told, groping Pam's pendulous breasts. "You're such a bad boy for touching my boobies. But you love them, don't you?" "Yes," he said truthfully. "Say it!" "I love them." "Say you want them." "I want them." "Say you can't live without them." "I can't live without them." "Oh Steve, you feel so good." "So do you," Steve replied, adding a boobie- squeeze to emphasize his point. "Steve-Steve-Steve," Pam murmured blissfully. Steve sat up and kissed Pam. They continued to neck, even as Pam continued to gently grind away at him. He was sucking on her tongue as she moaned deeper and deeper, when suddenly Pam pulled him away and pouted at him. "Steve! You're ignoring Pammy Whammy's mammies!" She pointed to her boobs. "They are so important. How can you forget them?" "Oh baby, I-" "Not to me. Say sorry to them." She stopped her humping, and Steve knew that Pam was serious. "Now, Trigger. Say you're sorry and you'll get a treat." Steve lowered his gaze from Pam's face and stared directly at her swelling bosom. "Whammy mammies? I am sorry for ignoring you. I love you both." "Now kiss them." Steve placed a delicate kiss on each nipple, causing Pam to squeal in delight. She grabbed his head in both hands and pushed his face into her cleavage. "Oh, we forgive you. Don't let it happen again." To his relief, Pam began to wiggle again, fucking him with good, even strokes. "What's my treat?" Steve asked, muffled by her mounds against his face. With a slurp, Pam disengaged herself from his cock and stood up. "It's a very special kissy wissy on my Trigger's big head," she simpered. Bending over, Pam's puckered lips gently delivered an affectionate peck on the purple, swollen head of his penis. Steve gasped, writhing in ecstasy. "Oh, Pam! Pam!" "Does Trigger want a lickie?" Pam asked with a mischievous grin, her adorable face peering up at him from across his erect cock. "Yes I do." "Oh, you've been so good! Will you ride the peaks?" "Yes." Pam opened wide, and was about to gobble him whole when suddenly she paused. "I have a wicked idea." She draped her upper body across Steve's, allowing her titanic tits to enfold his shaft. Steve grinned, seeing where Pam was going with this. Squeezing her knockers tight around him, Pam began to slide up and down, titty-fucking the groaning football manager. Each time the tip of his prick emerged from her snowy bosom, Pam's tongue would flick out and lick it, coating his cock in her saliva. All the while, Pam moaned with delight, enjoying the game just as much as Steve did. "Does Trigger like his lickie?" Pam asked. "Bring it home, baby," he replied. "I gotta cum." "Silly billy," Pam replied, as she slipped his cock from between her slippery tits. "You know my rules, first Mr. Trigger gets a lickie, then he gets to stickie." Having teased Steve's quivering cock with her mouth, Pam threw one of her well-toned legs across her body, and maneuvered his dick back into her cunt. With a slapping of damp flesh against flesh, Pam porked him, lovingly savoring every long, slow stroke. "Oh god - oh god - oh god - oh god." Steve could feel that delicious rising in his loins that signaled the orgasm growing in his balls. "Oh Pammy Whammy." "Oh Steve, I mean Trigger." "Pam, I'm almost at the finish line." "Trigger, not yet. Not yet. Not yet!" Pam picked him up the pace, riding Steve like a cowgirl. Her enormous tits swayed and bounced with the rhythm of their furious fucking. The temptation of those lustrous orbs swinging about was too much for Steve to resist, and once again his mouth was slobbery away at Pam's heavenly hooters. "Oh yes, Trigger. Ascend the mountains. Oh yes. Oh, closer to the peak." Steve could feel Pam's cunt flexing tight around his cock, choking his pecker in impending orgasm. Steve slurped away on Pam's left nipple as he pinched and tweaked her right. Pam responded by pushing his head into her breasts and moaning in pure ecstasy. Thrust deep inside the velvet folds of her pussy, his cock pounded her as she bounced up and down on his lap. Pam was speechless, her breasts bounced as if they are separate entities, jiggling back and forth as Steve nuzzled at her bosom. "Oh Trigger - make the mountains yours. Plant your flag. I'm almost there! I'm reaching the top of the mountains! I'm at the top! I'm at the top!" She bucked her hips as the first in a wave of powerful orgasms overcame her entire body, screaming and squealing in pure orgasmic delight. "Oh, never better!! Plant the flag! Oh I can feel the flag get planted! Oh!!" Steve felt the sweet bliss of orgasm as he came into Pam, spurting squirt after squirt of his cum into Pam's quivering cunt. The couple melted into each other's sticking arms, collapsing in sexual exhaustion, Pam lying on top of Steve, her gaspings for air causing her tits to heave. "Oh Steve! That was a great little bit of foreplay, but now its time for the main event." Slick with sweat, Pam nuzzled his neck as she tickled his balls playfully with her delicate hands. "Trigger needs some resuscitation," Steve rasped in replied. Even after all their time together, he was still amazed by Pam's insatiable lust for dick. However, within seconds, Pam's expert fingers had revived him, and he was erect once more. "Trigger! It's play time!" Pam's slippery body rubbed against his as she remounted he lover. "Oh baby, let's ride!" ********** With the slightest of squeaks, the backdoor opened and Nicola tiptoed into the guesthouse. Could the rumors about Steve and Pam's late nights be true? But she was such a prude. If she isn't going to allow one shimmy or one breast shake in the Lil' Devils dance routines, she couldn't possibly be a nympho. Sure, she lived in his guesthouse, just 20 yards away, but that could be purely coincidental... Quietly, the starlet crept along the plush carpet. From somewhere nearby came a funny noise. A sort of... squelching. Nicola poked her head into the den, and her jaw dropped. There was Pam Bethlehem, Queen Prude herself, wearing a cowgirl hat, boots, and a fringe suede skirt, riding Steve Sacks like a rodeo slut. Nicola was shocked at this sight. "Oh Trigger, Trigger!" Pam moaned, too lost in carnal delight to notice the pretty intruder. She was really into it! Nicola gasped. Crouching down, she slipped into the room and ducked behind the bar. From her hiding place, Nicola could hear sounds she never imagined would come from Pam's 'virgin' mouth. "Oh Steve! I like to ride!" Peeping out, Nicola watched with a twinge of jealousy as Steve's hands gently slid along the curve of Pam's bucking ass. "Steve, that feels so good! But aren't you going to explore Pammy Whammy's mountains?" Pam cupped her massive mammaries in her hands, offering them up to her partner. Listening to Pam's pillow talk, Nicola stifled a giggle. But, as time rolled by, Nicola's giggles turned to yawns. They moved from the coffee table, to the desk, to the bartop (just a few feet above Nicola's head), finally ending up on the couch. Pam was certainly a vocal fucktress. Now as she approached orgasm, her ankles pulled back to her ears, Steve pumping up and down between her legs, she screamed out: "You're at the 20... the 15... the 10..." Grunting and humping for all he was worth, Steve continued to pound away at her pussy. "Oh! Oh! Touchdown!" Pam yelled. From her hiding place Nicola could almost hear the slurp of Steve emptying his balls inside the gleeful Program Director. Laughing and gasping for breath, they laid together on the sofa. "Oh Steve, that was a great `warm up'," Pam murmured as she cradled his head between her massive breasts. "Yeah," he agreed, exhausted. Pam stood up, stretched, and collected together her discarded clothes. "I hate to cum and run but I gotta go get ready for the game." "Yeah, me too," Steve replied. Pam paused in the middle of trying to button the vest over her hooters, and turned to give Steve a coy, fluttering glance. "Well... give me two hours. I'll come up to your office. I'll put on a special show, just for you, before the game. We can have some *real* fun." Steve's eyes bulged. "Again?" Pam smirked. Steve nodded. "Okay, sweet tits." He gave her an affectionate little spank on the ass. Pam laughed and sauntered out the French windows. Still naked, Steve stood up and walked over to the bar, picking up from its scuffed surface the coffee pot which had miraculous survived their frenzied fucking. "Alright Nicola," he announced, "you can come out now." Sheepishly, Nicola rose from behind the bar. "How did you know?" Steve smirked, casting his eyes across Nicola's delectable curves, scarcely concealed by her skin-tight crop-top. "Honey, you'd be hard to miss." Despite the compliment, Nicola shook her pretty head. "I had no idea she and you..." Steve laughed. "Pam Bethlehem pretty much runs things around here. I don't do what she says and I'd be cut-off. She'd quit, move out. Sometimes I wish things could be different..." Steve's voice trailed off, and he glumly took a slurp of coffee. Nicola nodded. She knew what he meant. The Aussie starlet was naturally submissive, and knew that men liked it that way. But Pam was different, she had to be the one in charge, and Steve was caught between his need for regular doses of pussy, and the fact that he had to hand the reins over to Pam in order to get it. "How would you want things?" she asked. "Oh, that's easy. For one, sex when and where I wanted it. Not Pam. And none of this two- faced bullshit, I don't want a Pam who's a slut by night and a saint by day, I want a Pam who's a slut 24/7, and ain't afraid to show it." Nicola smiled, her sweet lips curving as she contemplated a wicked scheme. "I reckon if the world could see Pam Bethlehem as she really is, she wouldn't have much choice but to live up to her new image." Steve frowned. "Yeah, but how?" Nicola's smiled widened. "I think I know a way..." ********** Steve stood in his office, looking down over Dorado Stadium, home of the Diablos. From his vantage high above, he could make out the slight scurry of activity going on, the groundskeepers tending the Astroturf, the cleaners picking the garbage out of the stands. In a few hours time the scene would be a swarm of people, many of them locals bravely showing support for the Diablos and hoping that maybe this time they'd actually win a game. And maybe this time they would? From behind him, Steve heard the doors of his office swing open. Only one person ever barged into his inner sanctum without knocking. He smiled, turned around and saw: It was Pam Bethlehem, dressed in her own Lil' Devils cheerleading uniform. As Program Director, Pam was never actually required to don the official costume, but Steve knew she had one of her very own, stashed away for special occasions. The brief little cheerleader's uniform looked daring enough on the regular girls, but with the lycra stretched across the massive bosom of Pam Bethlehem, the result was nothing short of pornographic. The red sequined top offered no support whatsoever, and Pam's breasts bobbed before her like a couple of hotair balloons floating on a breeze. Pam's nipples poked through, creating twin red torpedoes half-an-inch long. Steve's hungry gaze slowly slid over Pam's melons, down to her toned stomach and cute belly button (the midriff-baring tube-top really accentuated just how top heavy Pam Bethlehem really was) to the matching red miniskirt. Pam had great legs, lean and tan, if a little short, but when you've got them wrapped around your waist and her face buried in boob, that doesn't matter. Pam marched into Steve's office, her cowgirl boots striding across the plush shag-pile carpet. The busty babe eyed him up with a hungry expression that made Steve even hornier. "Well," Pam breathed. Clutching a pair of silver pom-poms in her hands, Pam stood and posed for him in a classic cheerleaders stance: head held high, chest thrust forward, pom-poms at her hips. Only the average cheerleader isn't as well endowed as Pam, and her hooters strained against the tight material. "What do you think?" "Oh, God, Pammy," Steve groaned. "You look so fucking hot!" If only she'd pose for publicity photos like that, Steve added to himself. They'd fill the grandstands in no- time. And if all went well, maybe she would. Pam smiled, pleased as always at the effect her boobies had on men. It had always been like that, since she was a teenager. Pam Bethlehem had learnt that all she had to do to get what she wanted was wiggle her tits. "I'm Pammy Whammy, the naughty little cheerleader. You wanna see my party trick?" "Party trick?" asked Steve. "Yeah," Pam purred, "you wanna see what Pammy Whammy can do with her mammies in her cute little cheerleaders outfit?" Steve's attention was focused was Pam's tits. They'd never looked more enormous than now, bulging out of the Lil' Devils top. "Yeah, I wanna see!" "Well," replied Pam, "when Pammy Whammy's had a long day of cheerleadering, her man just wants her to take off her top so he can have a nice, long titty fuck. And when Pammy Whammy wants to take her top off in a hurry, this is what she does." As Steve watched in stunned surprise, Pam tossed back her blonde locks and took a deep breath. Her massive chest expanded, and with a terrific tearing sound the tube-top ripped out and out flopped Pam's giant tits. Grinning, Pam shook her torso, bouncing her jugs and letting the tattered remains of her cheerleader's top fall to the ground. Now topless, Pam advanced on Steve with a wicked grin. With a crash, Steve cleared his desk and threw himself backwards onto its scuffed surface. Pam's eager fingers worked away at his pants, freeing his erect cock from its confines. Hard, with the tip moistened by the excitement of Pam's party trick, Steve's prick reared up before the horny little boob- bunny. Still clutching her pom-poms, Pam climbed onto Steve. As she spread her legs to mount the desk, Steve grinned at the sight of Pam's bare pussy, unencumbered by panties, and already wet and ready to accept his prick. Gasping in erotic relief, Pam lowered herself onto Steve's prick, impaling herself on his engorged organ. Steve sighed too, as the warmth of her moist cunt engulfed him grateful cock. Smirking, Pam threw her pom-poms in the air and cried out, "Gimme an F!" At the same time, she squeezed her vaginal muscles tight around Steve's dick, causing him to cry out "F!" Wiggling as she settled herself onto his lap, Pam once again shimmied her pom-poms in the air, her boobs jiggling. "Gimme a U!" Again, Steve's reply was accompanied by a delicious squelch of Pam's cunt contracting around his cock as she gave him a powerful taste of what her pussy was capable of. "U!" Pam paused a moment, to let him catch his breath. "Gimme a C!" "C! (Ahhh!)" She continued her cheer, each line administered with a potent spasm of her velvet love canal and a violent pump of Steve's prick. "Gimme a K!" "K! (Ooooh!)" "Gimme an M!" "M! (Uuuuuuhhhh!)" "Gimme an E!" By this time, Steve was completely out of breath, and his ripostes where nothing more than squeaks issuing from his dry throat. "E!" he cried, hoarsely. Pam was grinning ear-to-ear, enjoying her little cheerleading game. Her voice had a girlish quality, as if the Program Director was reverting to her over-sexed teenage years. "Put 'em together and waddayah get?" "Fuck me!" Steve groaned. "Yah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Pam yelled, trilling the pom-poms over her head and bouncing herself madly up and down on Steve's cock. It was all the NFL manager could do but hold Pam by the waist as she rode him like a bronco. "God, Steve," Pam gasped, "you're like a wild animal today. Game day really puts the sauce in your pickle." She reached between her thighs and patted the base of his cock, buried deep inside her womb. Steve just grinned, and replied with a low, throaty growl. "Ruff! Ruff!" Pam joined in, "Grrrr. Arf!" With a pop Pam disengaged herself from Steve's cock. "I'm your naughty little poodle. Time for big, bad wolfie Steve to give Pammy Whammy a good shafting." A flick of her wrist sent the cheerleader skirt fluttering to the ground. Pam strode over to his big leather chair, and bent over, facing out across the stadium with her bare ass pointing back toward Steve. He didn't need to be asked twice. Steve climbed down from the desk, and with a single thrust of his hips, forced his cock into Pam's drooling cunt. Pam wiggled her hips and gave a throatly, cat-like rumble, "Prrrrrrrrr." As Steve pumped forcefully away at Pam from behind, his stomach slapping against the curve of her hunched ass, Pam barked in delight, "Ruff, ruff!" Steve did his best to join in with a few woofs of his own, but the sheer pleasure of porking Pam's velvet-smooth cunt occupied all his senses. The energy of Steve's doggie-fuck caused Pam's hanging tits to wobble, and the sight of those heaving hooters was too much for Steve to resist. He reached forward with both hands and helped himself to a generous squeeze of Pam Bethlehem's justly famous jugs. The groping got Pam even more worked up, and her playful poodle whines dissolved into deep groans of lust. "Up," Pam commanded, standing up straight. Steve complied, lifting her into the air with his powerful arms, holding Pam aloft with his hands squashed against Pam's boobs. It was the flying crane, one of Pam's favorite positions, and one that required Steve to do all the work. Sweating with exertion, he bounced the buxom Pam up and down the length of his cock, filling her moist cunt with his meat. "Wheeee!" Pam cried, throwing her arms in the air. "I'm flying!" Her massive tits wobbled as her slender body trembled with the impending orgasm building inside her loins. His arms aching, Steve continued to pound away at Pam's cunt, not daring to try another position unless Pam wanted to. And right now, all she wanted to do was fly. It was such an effort to keep his balance with Pam waving her arms in the air, and his back was beginning to hurt. Pam had no problems. "Yip! Yip! Yip!" she barked. Suddenly, Pam leaned back too far and Steve couldn't hold them upright any more. The furiously-fucking pair fell forward with a crash, but they didn't miss a single stroke, Steve on top of Pam, his cock still buried in her snatch, his face buried in her tits. "Oh, Pam," he moaned from between her pillowy boobs, "you're like a wild cat!" Pam grinned in reply, giving a throaty purr, "Grrrrr!" Her cunt muscles squeezed tight around his prick, letting him know that Pam was riding a wave of sexual pleasure and climax was approaching. "Who's your naughty little cheerleader?" Pam cried out. She wrapped her legs even tighter, gripping Steve in a fucking-embrace. "You are," Steve grunted, his ass rising and falling. "Pam is my naughty little cheerleader." Pam's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Me- ow," she purred, disentangling herself from Steve's embrace. "This naughty cheerleader feels hungry." Steve grinned, knowing what was coming. "My cheerleader's hungry? Does she want one of the special stadium hotdogs?" "Ohhh yeeeessss!" Pam wailed, lying back and letting her tits heave up in the air. "Pammy Whammy wants her favorite hotdog!" Pam took her assets in both hand and pushed them toward her face. Leaning forward, her tongue lolled out, splashing a mouthful of saliva across her bosom. Eagerly licking her own tits, Pam coated them with a generous slopping of drool. She was going to be well lubricated for what was to happen next. Steve straddled Pam, wrapping his legs around her, laying his cock across her chest. He loved this position, it made him feel like the one in charge. Soon, he really would be. Pam squeezed her triple D hooters tight around Steve's dick. Slick from her slobbering, he slid easily between her mounds, in and out between her breasts. This was Pam's special hotdog! As the tip of Steve's prick emerged from her cleavage Pam's luscious mouth closed around it and she guzzled greedily on his weiner. Steve titty- fucked Pam with slow, even strokes, enjoying the twin pleasures of his dick slithering between her shuddering jugs and then into her hot, moist mouth. Steve could feel the sap rising in his balls. He loved hooter-humping Pam, and dearly wanted to cum in this position, shooting a sticky wad all over Pam's face and tits. But he knew Pam would kill him if he did, so the NFL manager did his best to keep himself in check. Pam slurped away on Steve's dick, evidently enjoying it as much as he did. Steve grinned, if only she knew what was in store for her! With a wet slurp, his cock popped from Pam's mouth. She, too, was nearing climax. "Down, boy! Down! Fuck your naughty little cheerleader!" Reluctantly, Steve slithered down Pam's body, letting his penis leave a slimy trail from her tits to her navel. "Arf! Arf! Arf!" Pam barked, as Steve fed his prick into her cunt. Her blonde locks splayed out across the carpet, Pam squealed, "I'm your horny little cheerleader! Your horny little cheerleader needs a good fucking! Yip! Yip! Yip! Fuck me harder, harder!" Steve fucked like he'd never fucked before. Those giant jugs heaved before his eyes, urging him onward. His cock was a blur, pumping in and out of Pam's cunt. They'd have burst on fire if it weren't for the torrent of juices running out of Pam and oozing over his dick. Her body shuddering, Pam launched into another cheer. "Gimme an O! Gimme an R! Gimme a G! Gimme an A! Gimme an S! Gimme an M!" What does it spell?" In response, Steve came, gushing spurts of hot man-juice deep inside Pam's quivering cunt. At the same time the busty cheerleader came too, throwing her arms up and letting out a cry that must've echoed around the stadium. The two lay entangled together for a while, trying to catch their breaths. Steve rested his cheek against Pam's quivering boobs, smiling quietly to himself. Soon, he'd be the one calling the shots... ********** Now respectably dressed in her tracksuit, Pam Bethlehem marched into the locker room of the Lil' Devils. At the appearance of her stern visage, the girls all snapped to attention. Wearing their cute little outfits, they all lined up, forming a delicious row of tits and ass, barely concealed inside red tube-tops and miniskirts. Their make-up was prefect too, lip red and cheeks rouged, with the girls' hair teased out into outrageous just- been-fucked styles. Pam smiled in righteous satisfaction. They were cowed, submissive after last night's fiasco. Even Melanie and Lisa, who seemed to have caught the worst case of slutitis from Nicola, were subdued. What was even better, Pam thought, was that not one of them could hold a candle to her in the boobie department. The Program Director none-too- subtly pointed this out; as she reviewed her troops, she thrust her triple-D jugs forward and let them intimidate the girls. "All, right, this is it. Game time. Time to get out there and do your best: before the fans, before the team, and before Our Lord." It was the usual spiel she gave before every Diablos game, spouting it from memory. Pam was so wrapped up in herself that she failed to realize how demoralized her team was. Pam was about to give them the order to run out onto the field, when suddenly the door banged open and into the locker room sashayed the delectable Nicola, dressed in a skimpy pair of shorts and a crop-top. "Sorry I'm late," Nicola announced with a smirk. "Well, where's my uniform? Or do I go out there nude?" The Lil' Devils burst into giggles. Pam's face turned an angry purple color. "I banned you from here! No way are you taking the field with my girls, you Australian bimbo!" Nicola tossed back her mane of chestnut- colored hair and put her hands on her hips in a gesture of defiance. "I'm giving you one last chance. Let me join the team, or you'll regret it." Pam's frown deepened. "You can't threaten me! I'm Pam Bethlehem! I'm the Program Director for the Lil' Devils Cheerleaders! I have 48 DDD breasts! You're just some nobody!" Nicola laughed. "Alright, don't say I didn't give you a chance." ********** "Hi everybody, and welcome to a spectacular day here at Dorado City Stadium. The big D's sure packed today, with every fan turned out in hopes of a whopper score from their hometown team. You're mikeside with Tony Wyneski, and riding shotgun today is Phil Macgraw. How's things looking for the Diablos today, Phil?" "Not too good, Tony, the Diablos are 0 for 8, and sitting on the bottom of the Conference. I can see manager Steve Sacks down in the bleachers looking more than a little distracted. Not a good sign as we head into this crucial game." "Yeah, with stats like that, my mind would be elsewhere too. But here to give him- and us- a little pick me up, running onto the field right now is the Diablos's own cheerleaders, the Lil' Devils!" "Yessir, Tony, these little cuties sure know how to perk up a crowd. In their little cheerleader outfits... ohhh..." "Jeeze, Phil, wipe the drool off!" "Sorry, Tony, they're just so hot. If our listeners have never seen a Lil' Devil cheerleader before, you're really missing out on a show. They wear these little boob-tube tops that are soooo tight, and they gotta have the shortest skirts in the league. Oh, God..." "Yes, the fans are certainly enjoying their opening routine here. Jumbo-tron getting some good close-ups of the action. Few high kicks there... say, Phil do you think panties that small are legal in professional cheerleading?" "Oh, damn, yeah! Work it girls! Work those pom-poms! Wooh!" "Ah, yes, interesting side note here: despite their, uh, 'provocative' uniforms and suggestive routines, the Program Director Pam Bethlehem is a devout Christian." "God, look at the tits on that blonde! I can see her nipples from up here!" "Woah, Phil, settle down man! Well, uh, speaking of Ms. Bethlehem, here she is now, just appearing on the Jumbo-tron. Some sort of pre-recorded message..." "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" ********** The whole stadium fell quiet. Pam, standing by the sidelines and watching her girls run through the opening routine with a critical eye, almost didn't notice. One moment the Jumbo-tron was showing a shot of the Lil' Devils cheering, the next minute it was showing a shot of her. Dressed in a Lil' Devils costume. Pam gaped in surprise. She was careful not to let anyone see her wearing the uniform, apart from Steve, because on her ample bust it looked so obscene. But someone had not only seen her, they'd video-taped it! On the Jumbo-tron, Pam's tits looked enormous, crammed inside the Lil' Devils tube-top, they looked like they were out to burst out. "I'm Pammy Whammy, the naughty little cheerleader," murmured the Pam on the big screen, with a suggestive lick of her lips. Only on the PA, her murmured rolled across the stands like a peel of thunder. "You wanna see my party trick?" Pam's jaw dropped. A moment later the top burst open, and Pam's triple-D boobs flopped forward for hundreds of people to see. Pandemonium broke out. People were laughing, cheering. Covering their eyes. Blushing. It was hard to tell who was breaking the most FCC regulations, Pam on the Jumbo-tron or the startled reaction of the announcers. As Pam watched, the screen continued to show a somewhat edited version of her pre-game fuck with Steve. While some of the more explicit content was left out, there was no doubt what Pam was doing. And there was plenty of coverage of her twin assets. After years of keeping her giant jugs under wraps, the embarrassed Pam now found herself being outed, very publicly! What was more obscene was the sound Pam was making. Her moans and mewls of sexual ecstasy boomed out across the crowd. The situation was getting worse. The people in the stands were falling over each other, some trying to get a better view, others trying to get away. Things on field were even worse. Wondering what the commotion was, both teams had emerged and were staring up at the Jumbo-tron in disbelief. The Lil' Devils had stopped their pre-game show. They, too, looked up at the giant screen and watched in amusement as Pam Bethlehem, her massive jugs swinging wildly, fucked herself to orgasm. Was this the end of pro football was we know it? Steve mused to himself. Of course, the surprise show was no surprise to him. Had he just destroyed his beloved sport by conspiring to show his cheerleading coach naked and bouncing up there for all to see? Maybe. And maybe he was just a pioneer. Maybe the day would come when even the Superbowl half-time show would feature some babe getting her tits out on live TV. Nicola, smiling to herself, enjoyed the show. Of course, she'd seen it all before. The starlet basked in the pride of seeing her work up on the big screen, pleased at managing to shoot some great coverage when cramped inside a cupboard in Steve's executive office. Nicola's gaze flicked away from the Jumbo- tron back down to Pam. Even from this distance, Nicola could see the Program Director blushing scarlet red. Within seconds she couldn't handle the embarrassment anymore, and turned to run off the field, her boobs bouncing as she tried to sprint away from the shameful exhibition. The gorgeous Aussie knew she'd never be a real cheerleader. Sure, she loved the revealing costume, the sexy dance moves, what was, beneath the thin veneer of respectability American culture stretched across it, really just a T&A show. But Nicola knew her heart really belonged in Hollywood. She was a starlet, not a cheerleader. END Epilog: Regrettably, Nicola missed out on the cheerleader part. But not to be discouraged, the Aussie beauty managed to land several more roles in b-pictures. Which required plentiful nudity on her part, and she was happy to oblige. After being so publicly revealed as a closet slut, Pam Bethlehem had little choice but to give up her chaste facade. She agreed to pose nude for a leading men's magazine, providing lots of excellent publicity for the team. Pam even agreed to loosen the restrictions on her girls. The Diablos never made much of an impression on the NFL, and remained at the bottom of the league. Still, with it now being widely known that thanks to Pam Bethlehem's change of heart, players are allowed full and intimate access to the cheerleader's locker-room, they'll be able to sign on better players and next season field a more capable (if not more satisfied) team. The Lil' Devils certainly appreciated the dramatic change in their Program Director's demeanor. The girls' dorm saw fewer prayer meetings and more stripshows for the benefit of their eager football players. Don't you just love a happy ending?