Cheerleader Legends -

The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I encourage everyone to read part one before reading this chapter. Nice comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne

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Robin Byrd closed the door to her dorm room and tossed her cheerleading bag onto the foot of her bed.

She had spent the entire walk back in deep thought.

Thinking about Michael...Mr. Hawkins...the teacher.

"Dammit," Robin thought to herself, "why did he have to be a teacher? He's so unbelievably gorgeous...those sensitive eyes, and that beautiful wavy hair...I just know he could do amazing sexual things to me."

Robin threw herself onto her pillow in an epic display emotional self-pity.

She tried not to cry, but the tears came anyway.

As she sobbed into her pillow, all Robin could think about was how much she wanted to be with Michael...how good it would feel to be held in his arms after he had made passionate love to her.

Robin's mind began to drift off into her own private world, a fictional place where a teacher could fuck a cheerleader and it was okay because both of them wanted it to happen.

Did he want it to happen?

Robin began to fantasize that maybe, secretly, he did.

"I wonder if he daydreams about me," Robin thought to herself, "wouldn't it be fantastic if he wants me just as much as I want him."

The ginger girl suddenly noticed that, without really thinking about it, her tears had tapered off and her right hand had slowly moved down between her legs, working its way up under her cheerleading skirt.

"Oh..." Robin gave a soft moan as her fingertips quickly found their way to her most sensitive pleasure spot, stroking her pussy through the material of her spankies in little circular motions as she thought about all the naughty things she wanted Michael to do to her.

Closing her eyes, Robin spread her legs a little to get better access to her pussy, stroking herself over and over as she imagined Michael ravishing her.

"Ohhh," Robin gasped, her cute ginger hair caressing her cheeks as she rolled her head around sensually, letting herself be taken into her fantasy.

Little breathy noises came from Robin's wonderfully kissable lips as she pleasured herself with ever faster strokes of her pussy.

It wasn't enough.

Desperate with need, Robin quickly hopped off the bed and tugged her spankies down, stepping out of them one leg at a time and tossing them aside.

Her pussy now free, Robin crawled back onto her mattress, propping herself up on her pillows against the headboard. Spreading her legs wide, the ginger cheerleader put one foot on the wall next to the bed and the other dangling off the side of her mattress.

It was a very unladylike position for Robin...

...but as the cheerleader quickly took one of her pompoms out of her cheer bag and placed the handle up against the entrance to her pussy, being ladylike was the farthest thing from her mind.

"Ohgod..." Robin moaned as she gently pushed the handle inside her warm moist depths, the pompom making little swishing sounds as she began pumping it back and forth inside her love canal.

With her other hand, Robin quickly parted the lips of her labia and found her already erect clitoris begging for attention.

"Um!" Robin closed her eyes again, gently biting her bottom lip as she made tiny little circular movements with her fingertips across her clit, her entire body twitching as little intense jolts of pleasure fired through her, each one provoking an adorable little gasp of delight from the ginger girl.

All Robin could think about was Michael thrusting into her pussy with his man tool. All she wanted was for him to look into her eyes as he fired his liquid into her depths, filling her completely as she twitched and convulsed in orgasmic bliss.

It would be so beautiful...so hot.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!" Robin began pumping her hips up off of the mattress in little thrusts to hump the pompom handle in the most obscene way possible. The ridge at the bottom of the handle glided across Robin's g-spot over and over and over as her other hand started to blur across her clitoris at an amazing speed, sending her body into beautiful jolts of lust.

"Ohgod! Ohgod!! Ohgod!!!"

The pleasure kept coming...and building. Robin's hips were bucking off of the mattress now, fucking the pompom handle like an out of control bitch.

"YES!!! YES!!! OHH!!! FUUCCK!!!!!!"

Finally, the explosion came, Robin's pussy clamping down on the pompom handle as a huge orgasm washed over her. Shaking and twitching uncontrollably, her perky breasts heaving with every deep lustful breath.

It still wasn't enough...

Robin frantically grabbed for her Magic Wand vibrator that she kept plugged in near the bed for "emergencies", turning it on as quickly as she could.

(click)

Instantly, the wand came to life. Unwilling to wait, Robin immediately turned the vibrations to the fastest speed possible.

(click)

Sometimes, Robin wanted to take her time pleasuring her pussy, letting the sensations slowly build and then dangling herself forever on the very edge of orgasm before finally allowing herself to be pushed over the edge into a free fall of ecstasy.

This was not one of those times.

Robin needed to come hard, and she needed to come right now.

"OH!!!!!!!" Robin cried out...very loudly...when the powerful vibrating wand made contact with her already oversensitive clit. Immediately, her baby blue eyes shot wide open as the cheerleader began slowly rolling her hips in a circular motion, grinding her clit up against the rubber head of the wand, all while her other hand continued to pump her pompom handle into her pussy.

"OH!!! OH!!! OH!!!!! OH!!!!!!!" Robin's high pitched screams were exquisite, and there was no telling who else may have heard them through the walls of her dorm room.

As her entire body began quivering and shaking in a powerful climax from the relentless vibration, however, she didn't seem to care.

"OOOOOHHHHMYGOOODD!!!!!"

Robin could feel the powerful contractions inside her pussy as the waves crashed over her, forcing the cheerleader to willingly surrender herself completely to the unstoppable sensations of primal bliss.

"OOHHMYGOD!!! YES!!!!!!"

After the first orgasm, Robin's normal reaction would have been to remove the vibrator and allow herself to recover.

She didn't...

She wanted...no...she needed more.

Her clit already unbelievably sensitive, the vibrating wand didn't take long to pull another orgasm out of the screaming cheerleader.

"OHGOD!!! HERE IT COMES!!!! OH FUCK!!!!!!!"

Robin's entire body began convulsing violently, fireworks going off behind her eyes, her mouth open wide in a scream with no sound...

...and for the first time in her life, Robin's pussy began squirting.

That's when the real screaming started.

"OOHH!!!!! OOOHHH!!!!!!! OOOOHHHH!!!!!!!!! FFFFUUUUCCCKK!!!!!!!!!"

Robin's eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy gushed with every powerful contraction, her liquid spraying everywhere like a half covered water hose.

Wave after wave of the most intense monumental pleasure Robin had ever known rocked the ginger cheerleader to her core.

With a scream that could only be described as primal, Robin's entire body reared up, locked in tension, and then collapsed back onto the bed.

"OOOHHHH!!!!" Robin gasped in relief as she let the vibrating wand fall out of her hand. Her heart pounding, her hair a tousled mess, and her body exhausted, the ginger girl stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes, lost in complete post orgasmic euphoria.

"Ohgod..." Robin said catching her breath as she finally found her voice, "I've never come like that before. That was unbelievable."

After a few more moments of recovery, she looked down at herself.

"Well, we sure made a mess didn't we?" Robin playfully chastised her own pussy, "I'll have to change the sheets and get my uniform cleaned."

Hopping down off of her bed, Robin quickly took off her cheerleading uniform and grabbed a soft pink towel, wrapping it around herself as she headed down the hall towards the dorm showers.

As she approached, Robin could hear the water running in one of the stalls. As the ginger girl pulled the curtain open to the adjacent shower, the familiar face of Jennifer Fox peeked out from the already occupied stall.

"Hey ginger," she flashed her lovely smile, "sounds like you just had a great evening."

"Oh my goodness," Robin jumped, "you startled me."

"Oops, sorry," Jennifer smiled cutely, "so spill the tea, who was it?"

Robin stepped in the shower stall next to the one Jennifer was using as she continued the conversation through the thin wall between them.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, taking off her soft pink towel and turning on the warm water.

"Oh come on," Jennifer teased, "you can tell me, I could hear you getting fucked out of your mind from three rooms down."

"Ohmygod!" Robin gasped as she began to realize just how loud she had been while squirting for the first time, "you could hear that?!?"

"Umm, yeah," Jennifer answered enthusiastically, "you're quite the screamer."

"Ohmygod, I'm so embarrassed!" Robin put her hand to her forehead in shame even though Jennifer couldn't see her.

"Hey, it's okay ginger," Jennifer assured her, "there's no one else on the floor right now as far as I know, so I'm the only one who heard you. I just wanted to know what guy made you come so hard like that."

"Well...um..." Robin spoke sheepishly, "there actually wasn't a guy in my room at all."

Jennifer leaned around to poke her head into Robin's shower stall, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Oooooo," the blonde cooed, "I didn't know you went both ways."

"What?" Robin realized what Jennifer was implying, "oh no, I mean there wasn't anyone in my room at all. I was using my vibrator."

"Ah, gotcha," Jennifer smiled cutely, "that must have been one heck of a fantasy you were having then."

For some reason, Robin felt like she needed to tell Jennifer what had happened.

"It...was the very first time...that I've ever squirted," she admitted.

"Really?" Jennifer raised her eyebrows, impressed with her friend, "you go girl."

"Yeah," Robin said uneasily, a little disturbed by what had caused her massive orgasmic explosion, "I've never felt anything like it before...it was the most unbelievable orgasm I've ever had."

Jennifer lowered her voice as she asked a very personal question.

"So ginger, who exactly were you thinking about that made you come harder than you ever have in your life?"

Robin moistened her lips nervously, even though she was already wet from standing under the shower.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Of course," Jennifer responded gently and comfortingly, "I won't tell anyone."

Robin took a deep breath.

"It was Michael Hawkins."

Jennifer did a double take.

"Mister Hawkins?"

Robin nodded, still a little ashamed.

"Wow, you really have it bad for him don't you?" Jennifer asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah," Robin admitted, "and I don't know what I'm going to do about it."

"Well, I'll say one thing for you, ginger, you've got great taste in guys," Jennifer tilted her head slightly and gave a flirty smile, "I know what I'd do, that's for sure."

"Jennifer!" Robin was exasperated, "Mr. Hawkins is a teacher here!"

"Yeah, so?" Jennifer countered, "he's not YOUR teacher though. You aren't in his visual arts class right?"

"Well...no..."

"Okay then," Jennifer reasoned, "I say go for it."

Robin gently bit her lip in thought.

"Its still against the rules, and I don't want to get him in trouble."

"Well then," Jennifer said softly, casually stepping into Robin's shower stall, "you'll just have to be really REALLY convincing."

It was the first time that Robin had seen Jennifer fully nude, and although the ginger cheerleader wasn't embarrassed about being naked in front of another girl in the shower, she was a little taken back by how comfortable Jennifer seemed to be about it, especially since the two of them had only met this morning.

"Convincing how?" Robin tried to carry on the conversation as though the two of them weren't naked in the shower together.

Jennifer rolled her eyes.

"Come on, ginger," she said as if it were obvious, "all you have to do is tease him enough that he's not thinking straight and you'll have him eating out of your hand. Just flash those baby blue eyes of yours and not only will he give in, but I guarantee he won't say a word to anyone."

Robin couldn't believe that she was actually considering throwing herself at a teacher...

...but then she remembered how dreamy he was, and how much she wanted him.

"What if he doesn't want me though?" Robin asked, "what if I try to seduce him but it backfires because I'm not his type?"

Jennifer actually laughed.

"Seriously?"

Robin had always been extremely confident doing backflips on the track or jump splits in the air...

...but when it came to guys, she was more insecure.

"Hey," Jennifer spoke softly, placing her hand gently under Robin's chin, "YOU are a beautiful, talented, smart, flexible, ginger cheerleader with amazing breasts and an adorably cute rear. Believe me, you are EVERYONE'S type."

Robin smiled shyly.

Jennifer placed her arms around Robin's waist and looked lovingly into her friend's beautiful misty blue eyes.

Robin was a little nervous about what was happening, but that didn't stop her from putting her arms around Jennifer.

As the warm shower water cascaded over both of them, the two cheerleaders slowly and carefully, leaned in closer.

Parting their lips, Robin Byrd and Jennifer Fox closed their eyes at the same time and gently kissed each other.

Their first full on kiss sent waves of endorphins through the two girls as both of their pussies tingled. For the two teenagers, it was their first time ever kissing another girl, and as the sparks ignited, the feeling of sensual euphoria began to overwhelm both of them.

As the two girls got swept up in the moment, their kisses became less timid, and within seconds Robin and Jennifer were making out with each other.

No words were said as the two cheerleaders escaped into their own private world together, the only sounds other than the running shower water were the sensual sighs and lustful moans coming from the two teens.

Finally pulling away from their hot kissing session, Robin and Jennifer looked at each other lovingly, smiled, and then giggled together.

"Wow," Jennifer fanned herself with her hand, "you are a damn good kisser, ginger."

Robin tilted her head to one side and flashed a flirty smile.

"You're not too bad yourself."

Jennifer cutely scrunched her nose at Robin as she turned to head back to her shower stall.

"You kiss Mr. Hawkins like that and he won't stand a chance."

As Jennifer put on her towel and headed towards the exit, Robin peeked out of her shower stall and flashed a coquettish smile.

"I'll let you know how it goes."

Jennifer's voice trailed off as she walked down the hall back towards her room.

"You better!"

***

Mondays were always exhausting for professors, especially near the beginning of the term when there was always a lot of preparation to be done with lessons, paperwork, and getting to know new students.

For Michael Hawkins, even more so.

As the Visual Arts teacher, Mr. Hawkins had the responsibility of teaching photography, filmmaking, and video editing classes, which not only required a variety of lesson planning, but also involved a large variety of equipment to maintain.

Michael was exhausted this particular Monday afternoon, having had several technology issues that he had to resolve. After his final class, he decided to go make himself a cup of hot tea before he tackled planning for the next day.

The building had cleared by the time he walked back to his classroom, and so he was looking forward to working by himself without interruption.

As he opened the door, however, he discovered that he wasn't by himself after all.

"Hi there, Mr. Hawkins!"

Michael's mouth fell open as he took in the sight before him.

On top of his large desk, dressed in her blue Sunny Park cheerleading uniform, with her legs spread wide in full center splits and her hands on her hips, was the adorable ginger cheerleading star, Robin Byrd flashing him the cutest smile he had ever seen.

"Robin!" Michael did a double take and managed to put two words together, "what are you doing here...on my desk...in splits?"

He realized as he spoke that it was a question he had never expected to ask a cheerleader.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Hawkins," Robin giggled, "I was just trying out some poses for photographs, I can get up if you like."

"No, no that's okay," he replied a little more quickly than perhaps he should have, "I wouldn't want you to strain yourself."

"Oh this is nothing," Robin waved her hand to the side dismissively, "My legs are extremely flexible, I can hold just about any position as long as I want."

"Ah," Michael tried desperately not to be insanely turned on by the remark, "so um, what exactly are you doing here?"

"Well," Robin's blue eyes sparkled with excitement, "I'm actually applying to be a uniform model for the Cheer Today catalog, and I was hoping that since you're such a great photographer, you could help me put a portfolio together."

"Oh, right," Michael sighed in relief, now understanding why Robin was actually visiting after hours and dressed in her uniform, "sure, I'd be happy to."

"Yay!" Robin gave a cute cheer fist and squinched her eyes, "thanks Mr. Hawkins!"

He smiled to himself at how adorable Robin was as he went to the supply cabinets to retrieve his high quality camera. He couldn't help but think that if he were a few years younger, he would absolutely love to go out with her.

Actually though, he reminded himself that the age gap wasn't much, it was the fact that she was a student...

...sort of...

...not actually HIS student though...

"Woah hang on," he thought to himself as he set up his camera tripod, "let's not get carried away here."

Robin, on the other hand, had come up with the idea of the photoshoot to give her an excuse to wear her cheer uniform and do cute poses, requiring him to look at her for a long period of time.

It was a stroke of genius.

As Michael took picture after picture of the adorable Robin Byrd flashing the cutest smiles and flirty looks at his camera, all while holding various cheerleader poses that highlighted her flexibility, his desire for her grew exponentially with every snap of the camera.

Robin spent the first half hour of the impromptu photo session on top of Mr. Hawkins' desk holding various splits, smiling cutely as she shifted her hips every few minutes to adopt a different position. Front splits, side splits, straddle splits, Robin did them all with unbelievable ease. She even had Mr. Hawkins place several textbooks under each of her ankles to get a very impressive overspilts position.

When Robin leaned forward and put her arms on the desktop, cutely resting one hand under her chin WHILE holding her center oversplits, Michael actually whimpered with desire, causing Robin to smile.

Her plan was working.

The next half hour was spent taking pictures of Robin standing on the floor doing various heel stretches, bow poses, standing splits, or any position in which she could give Mr. Hawkins a clear view of her cheer spankies under her little skirt.

Michael could actually feel his brain sweating as Robin became his personal eye candy.

"I hope I'm not keeping you, Mr. Hawkins," Robin said with her bubbly voice, "I'm just having so much fun."