"GLCK!" Taylor gurgled and choked, surprised as she suddenly found my cockhead pressed up against her tonsils.
The bright red of her lipstick, already smudged from our makeout, smeared fully as she closed them around my shaft and I let out an enormous sigh of relief as the ripple of pleasure washed over my entire body. Sliding them back to the tip, she came off with a loud *POP* that rang nicely in the air, like the snapping of gum.
"Well, I did ask you to gimme it." She said, clearing her throat and laughing before getting back down to it with all the spirit and enthusiasm a head cheerleader could muster.
In a flash, Taylor was sliding her lips along the shaft going back and forth with firm suction. Sucking up and down, I let her work her magic, and with each spirited bob of her head, she left a red lipstick ring further and further down until a final pass brought her right down to the base. Holding herself there, she hummed what sounded like another cheer. Whatever it was sent vibrations reverberating along my shaft, making my balls buzz and tremble until she finally retreated back to the tip, pink in the face.
Both hands came up to cup my balls, proceeding to play with them like a pair of pompoms. Suckling on the tip the whole while, her cheeks caved inwards as she juggled my jewels. Her tender, yet playful touch had groaning and squirming, rooted in place by the suction of her mouth.
"You handle balls better than most of the players out there." I said, blurting the silly remark out without a second thought.
Letting my cock fall out of her mouth, Taylor responded, "I should hope so. I've had a lot of practice." She winked. "Just ask your teammates."
Releasing her hold on the family jewels, they dug into my thighs as she got to bobbing back and forth. Her ponytail bounced excitedly as sucked and slurped along the entire length with practiced ease. My eyes were drawn to it, following as it moved in tandem with Taylor's mouth. Almost of its own accord, my hand reached forward and took hold of it. For a few passes, all I did was provide gentle encouragement, but as the oral sensation grew and grew, my grip tightened around it until I was the one controlling the speed. Then, turning on a dime, I held her head still.
"How about a little D-fense?" I asked and was met with a confused, but affirmative gurgle.
With her head held in place, I started to buck my hips. It wasn't too rough or hard, but firmly cemented by my hold on the ponytail. Faster and faster, the escalation quickly brought my balls bouncing off her chin before the shot clock rang out. Whatever red was left upon her lips was completely smeared all over the shaft and my groin. Her mascara soon followed as her eyes watered a bit, the *GLCK*GLUG*GLCK* coming from her throat the only sound to be heard in the dressing room. That and my grunts of disbelief. When she was bright red in the face, I released the ponytail and it fell down, perfectly back into place. Popping off me as a wave of spittle and drool ran down her chin, she took a huge breath of air. It was quickly followed by two words.
"Fuck me."
Assisting her to her feet, I quickly bent her over the table. With fingers splayed against the mirror, leaving behind smudgy fingerprints, I flipped her skirt up and revealed her pert ass and pink pussy to the light of day. It was a glorious sight. Adopting a wide power stance, I aimed my cock and thrusted into her dripping cunt with a hard grunt. Taylor moaned in tandem with me as she was fully stuffed and I began to fuck in earnest. Those blue eyes sparkled as they stared back at me from the reflection in the mirror, watching my hips run the distance to home base on endless repeat. To show some appreciation, I even gave her tight ass a couple of hearty smacks until it too was glowing pink.
Her lips opened and in a quavering voice that threatened to give out with every repeated insertion, she started a cheer again, "Stronger than steel, hotter than the sun; Cole won't stop, 'til he gets the job done!"
If possible, the grin on my face got even wider. My hands dug into her hips as I hammered away. Starting off quiet enough, we couldn't stay that way for long. Unable to control ourselves, the level of volume grew louder and louder. Each grunt. All the moaning. Every groan. Neither of us could bring ourselves to care. That was, until a knock sounded at the door, cutting through the air like a knife. We both froze like deer in the headlights. Slowly we looked towards the door.
"Ms. Swift?" Asked a feminine voice. "Is everything alright in there? One of the PA's said she heard yelling or something."
"Everything is just fine. Just fine. I'll be done soon and ready to go." Taylor called back in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice as I slowly began to saw in and out of her pussy once more.
"Alright then." She replied. "Please let us know if you need anything."
We waited another moment until she had walked away, then Taylor said, "Close one. Coach would have my ass if she found me in the locker room with another football player. Again."
"Speaking of asses..." I said, my index finger sliding between her alabaster cheeks and ever so slightly teasing the outer ring of her pink puckered butthole.
"Not today champ. It wasn't like you were the MVP or anything." She said cheekily, clearly relishing the role of slutty cheerleader. "Besides, the last time you were up there, I couldn't walk straight for a couple of days afterwards and I've got practice tomorrow."
Pushing me off of her, she gestured over to the couch. Getting my pants from around my ankles, I staggered over to it. Falling onto it, my cock still stood tall as Taylor straddled me. Using her long legs for leverage, she towered above me momentarily before sinking down, all the way down, to the base. Beginning to ride, each hand of mine latched onto a cheek, as if to guide her, but she didn't need any guidance. She had taken over the reins. The peachy clap of her ass on my thighs was a pleasant drum beat as her arms wrapped around my head, my face buried in her chest. It was still concealed beneath the cheerleading top, but that didn't stop me as I rubbed my face across the TS emblazoned there.
"That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" She called out from above me. "We're fired up, we're sizzling, we're turning up the heat. Cole can't be beat!"
"Oh yea?" I asked. "Watch this."
In an impressive display of strength, I stood up, taking her with me. Securing herself by wrapping tight around me, I started to bounce her up and down. The full length of me disappearing into her each and every time.
"OH MY GOD! YES!" Taylor cried out, louder than ever before.
Up and down, she went, the weight of her own body ensuring maximum penetration, but even with a lust-fueled stamina, it wasn't a position I could maintain for long. Still, I made sure to hold out until my legs were quivering and trembling before I waddled over back to the table for the big final play. Now back in the same position we had started all this, except sans bottoms, I pulled her in close and filled up her cunt with a swift thrust. Our faces a mere inch apart, we stared through one other.
"Come on you big-dicked stud. Pummel this pretty cheerleader's pussy." She said with a snarl and curled lip.
Her words were like no motivation any kind of cheer could provide. We were in the homestretch as I thrusted hard into her, over and over and over again. Legs locked around my waist, eyelids fluttering and mouth gasping like an Olympic sprinter, it turned in an instant to the big O. Throwing her head back, she yelled a wordless shriek as she climaxed hard. My thrusts halted somewhat, allowing her a moment of recovery, but I was right at the edge too and it was too late to stop the clock.
"Fuck me..." She weakly, looking back at me with hazy blue eyes. "Five...six...seven...eight...Who do I appreciate? Cole!" Her voice regained its strength with every passing syllable.
"Swift. Need too..." I muttered.
She understood instantly, pushing me away and sliding down on wobbly knees in front of me. One hand grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking, her other hand miming cheer motions once more.
"Give me a C! Give me a U! Give me an M! What's that spell? Cum! Give me CUM!"
"Ohhhh fuck." I moaned, staring down at a picture-perfect cheerleader jerking me off at lighting speed. "I'll give it you alright! Here it comes!"
Pointed right at her gorgeous face, I erupted. Thick ropes of hot, sticky seed shot forward. The first couple splattered her face as they streaked across her pale skin to her hairline and into her blonde bangs. The remaining fat globs of cum peppered her lips and waggling tongue. Jerking until I was utterly spent and had nothing more to give, we both panted in the stunned silence. Our eyes met.
