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?