Xxx-Cheerleader Club

Note to Reader:

Although this is a standalone story, it is the second chapter of a series depicting a divorced Milf being targeted by a gorgeous teen cheerleader with a need to control. After feeling the initial attraction and a growing need to explore her new desires. Paige discovered the ruthless side of Marie and the internal battle began.

The story contains themes of non-consent and reluctance. If this in any way offends please find another story. If you read on, I hope you enjoy.

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I lay in bed, replaying the events of earlier. My daughter Stephanie's older friend, had cornered me in the pantry and manipulated me into a moment of weakness that gave me the best orgasm of my life. She seemed to know how to push every button to draw me in. Then in the midst of unimaginable bliss, she manipulated me to agree to be her kitten. As that climax rocked my body I would have agreed to anything.

I had never been with a woman sexually and I was certainly not familiar with the lesbian lifestyle, but it was obvious what Marie had in mind with the term kitten. A quick perusal of some lesbian porn sites confirmed what I already knew. She wanted a submissive little plaything to use for her amusement.

Stephanie was asleep and so many thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if I should call Marie and tell her it was all a terrible mistake and it had to end. Or maybe, pretend it had never happened and hope it went away. My mind raced with a barrage of questions.

Why did I not stop her from the beginning? Why did I let her touch me? How could I lose control, like that? How could I do this to Stephanie? Why could I not stop thinking about it?

Why was my heart racing and my pussy tingling at the thought of calling her? Why was I talking myself into calling her when I knew it would likely set me up to fail again? What made me want to give in to her?

How could she feel so warm and soft? How could she smell so good? How could she make me come so hard so easily?

I was holding the phone in my hand, thinking about what I might say to end it. Then the text buzzed.

Marie: Meet me in the pantry?

I panicked. Was she in the house? Was she waiting for me? My body quivered at the thought as I went downstairs to check. There was a rush of relief and a tinge of disappointment when she wasn't there. I stared into the pantry and recalled her touch, and the feel of her body pressed against mine. I relived the tingling chills her voice sent through my body as she whispered in my ear. I recalled the taste of her shoulder when I shoved my open mouth against it, to stifle my screams as she made me come.

I broke the chain of thought and went back to bed after confirming that Stephanie was asleep. Then I replied to her text.

Me: That was a mistake

The phone buzzed with a call from Marie.

"Hello," I said timidly. I cleared my throat and spoke with more conviction. "Hello."

"Hello, my kitten," she said seductively.

The memory of her speaking into my ear as she touched me in the pantry, came rushing back.

"Stop please, Marie. I'm not going to be your 'kitten', whatever you think that means..."

"Well, let me tell you what it will mean Miss Larson. I've been thinking about nothing else since our encounter." She exhaled heavily. "I've been wet for you ever since, picturing you, on hands and knees, naked, crawling toward my spread pussy. I can picture your tits swaying in time with your hips as you approach. Oh, Miss Larson, ah!"

I listened, frozen in place as she spoke. I had to remind myself to breathe as my mouth hung open. Her words seemed to reverberate through my lower body as my pussy throbbed with a tingling mix of acing pleasure.

"Oh, your lips feel so good on my pussy, I can feel your hot breath with each gasp, Miss Larson."

I pulled the phone back from my mouth and swallowed hard. "This needs to stop..."

"Ssshhhh, my kitten, I want to feel your hum of satisfaction in my pussy when you get your first taste of me."

I gasped and felt a moan escape, as I recalled her lying on Stephanie's bed, wondering how the skin of her inner thighs would feel.

"Oh that's it, kitten, purr into my pussy. Oh God! Yes! You're gonna make me come in that pretty mouth. "Oh yes, yes! Please don't stop..."

I crossed my legs, tightly squeezing my thighs together, nearly on the verge of coming. I wanted the thigh-squeeze to work, so I could come with her while resisting the urge to touch myself. I convinced myself that an orgasm without rubbing myself off, was somehow acceptable. I panted as I listened to her moan and sing out while she came, thinking of me.

Her screams were loud and unrestrained, sending me to the edge. I squeezed my thighs together tighter and tighter, pressing the palm of my hand over my mouth, as I actually came along with her, without letting her know. My hips rolled and I squeezed to the point where I thought my legs may cramp. I could not believe the effect she had on me, as I came a second time in just a few hours.

Her orgasm lingered and her volume was off the charts. I wondered how her parents didn't hear her as she continued to shout her pleasure. I held the phone away so she couldn't hear as I panted to catch my breath. My panties were clinging to my oozing pussy. As she regained her composure, I began to think of my response.

"Thank you, Miss Larson, I needed that. I would love to listen to you, tell me about your fantasies. Tell me what you want."

After my secret climax, I felt somewhat in control again. "I want this to stop, Marie. I'm not your kitten, phone sex buddy, or part of whatever little fantasy world you're living in. You took advantage of me in a shocked state earlier, and it won't happen again..."

"Miss Larson, it's you that's living in a fantasy world. You showed me that tonight. You are so full of unfulfilled passion; it's oozing from every pore of that hot body of yours. One touch and you were putty in my hands. Tonight, I want you to think about what I just described to you. Kneeling before me, where you belong, munching on my pussy and pleasuring me 'til I come in your mouth. Imagine how good that will feel for you, knowing you pleasured me.

"Then I want you to imagine being on hands and knees looking up to me with your face coated with my cum, thanking me as you masturbate, showing me how grateful you are for letting you taste my cunt. Imagine writhing in front of me, screaming how much you want to please me."

"You are disgusting, Marie, and this stops now. Goodnight," I said, and hung up.

Almost immediately, a text came through with a picture attached. It was a closeup of her oozing spread pussy, glistening with her cum.

Marie: Text me after you come and tell how good it felt. I want you to lick your fingers clean and imagine how good my cunt will taste. I will forgive your disobedience, this time, since you're clearly struggling to come to grips with what you want.

I did not bother to answer. Her arrogance was insane, and not worthy of a response. But as I moved to close out the photo and delete it, I was drawn to the picture and recalled the taste of my own cum from her fingers. I gazed at the picture, telling myself to delete it and move on. But as I stared at it, the memory of her touching me, her scent, her silky skin, her voice whispering to me as her breath washed over my neck, all came rushing back.

My pussy throbbed as the picture held my gaze and her words replayed in my head. It all seemed surreal, and I felt overwhelmingly compelled to do as she commanded while I imagined the scenario she described. I laid the phone on the bed where I could see the picture, while removing my pajamas. Then I positioned myself on all fours, naked, on my bed, leaning over the picture, propped on my elbows, with my ass in the air. My throbbing pussy took control of my right hand, as it moved between my legs and slid down the length of my soaked slit. I groaned as my fingers rubbed my swollen labia, imagining my tongue pressing between her glistening pussy lips.

"Oh, Marie, please let me taste you," I whimpered. "You make me so wet, I've never wanted anything so much, Ah!"

I felt possessed by some outside force that took my thoughts and made me comply. The images in my head were too powerful to resist. I wanted to kneel before her beautiful body. I wanted to taste her and please her. My fingers moved in rapid circles, rubbing my clit hard and a third orgasm built quickly.

"Oh God, thank you for letting me taste your sweet pussy. I wanna come for you. Oh Marie, I'm coming for you, ah!"

I shoved my face into the mattress to muffle my screams as I rubbed my clit. The climax hit hard, and I struggled not to fall over while I milked it for as long as I could. Finally, the waves of intense pleasure became mixed with pain, my clit overwhelmed from firing for the third time in a few hours. I stretched my legs out straight, and my cum-coated hand was pinned beneath my collapsed body as I caught my breath. I continued to touch myself slowly and softly before completing the tasks she assigned me.

I turned my head to the right, cheek planted on the bed as my hand continued its mission and pulled out from under me, bringing my cum-coated fingers to my waiting mouth. I sucked four of my fingers as my tongue swirled against them, savoring the taste of my own come.

I wondered what hers would taste like as it hit me-- I had just done exactly as she commanded. To top it off, I really did feel the urge to text her to tell her she was right, and just how good it felt. But I knew I couldn't do that. I could not put it in writing for anyone to see. I'd heard of too many cases of people being burned by sending texts and pics that would come back to haunt them.

I drifted off to sleep, with a feeling of warm contentment I hadn't felt in a long time. Three orgasms relaxed me like nothing else.

The next morning, the feeling of shame was strong, as I dropped Stephanie off at school. Marie was nowhere in sight, but my sense of relief was short-lived. The images she planted in my mind played over and over. I was obsessed with the thought of kneeling before her and tasting another woman for the first time.

I carried a tremendous sense of paranoia throughout the workday. I thought I could smell my own sex as I drifted off in thought, and felt the tingling wetness between my legs repeatedly. I couldn't tell what scents were real and what was my imagination as her scent was etched in my mind so deeply.

When I finally got home, I was hoping for some relief, but what I came home to was far from that. The smell of something cooking in the oven was a pleasant surprise. It was a full day at work, and I had skipped lunch, except for a small pack of peanut butter crackers. The food could only mean Marie was cooking again. Stephanie surely wouldn't cook. Then, a note on the fridge from Stephanie turned things upside down.

'Hi Mom, Went to the mall with Marie's mother, and her brother Doug. Gonna shop and have dinner.' She added a huge smiley face to the note.

I thought, 'Wow, Marie did hook Stephanie up with her brother.'

Then I noticed the PS at the bottom.

'I helped Marie with geometry, and we made dinner, but Doug and her mom got here early, so I let her use the shower. She was sweaty from cheer practice. She might be gone when you get here anyway but didn't want you to be surprised. Love you, Steph'

I stood, stunned, not sure what to expect, and not sure where Marie was. I thought I would change from my work clothes and find out, but when I turned to go, she stepped into the kitchen wrapped in a bath towel, with a gym bag under her arm. Her hair was still a bit wet, and she was looking at her cell phone.

"Oh hi, Miss Larson. You startled me. I was just typing a text. You're here a little earlier than I thought." Her smile was bright and naughty. "Sorry, I'm not dressed, but dinner is ready, if you are."

She laid her phone on the counter and stepped to the stove, as I stared in disbelief. She grabbed the oven mitts on the counter, opened the oven door, and pulled out a roasting pan. As she did, the towel fell, revealing her nude, slender, but-oh-so-shapely body.

"Oops, could you please pick that up for me, Miss Larson," she said, as she calmly walked the meatloaf to the kitchen table.

I hadn't even noticed the table was already set. There were candles and wine glasses. And she sat the meatloaf on a trivet that had been placed there.

In shock, I picked up the towel and followed her, holding it out for her. I could not comprehend that this beautiful young lady, who had just been working on homework with my daughter, was naked in my kitchen, serving me dinner as if it were perfectly normal. I stood there, dumbfounded, holding the towel unable to speak.

Marie looked at me for a second, and waved her hand. "No thanks, I'm dried off."

Then she went back to the oven, still wearing only oven mitts, and pulled out a bowl of mashed potatoes and a bowl of corn.

"I know meatloaf is one of your comfort foods. Steph shared your recipe." She sat the bowls down, tossed the oven mitts, and turned to face me with her hands on her hips and elbows out to the side. "Looks delicious, wouldn't you say?"

In hindsight, I could only imagine what my facial expression looked like. I was conscious enough to try to minimize my stare, as I took in her naked body. She was fit and firm, but completely feminine. Her breasts were above average for sure and hung wide with the outer curve of each extending outside the frame of her body. Here areolae were slightly bigger than a quarter with subtle nipples. Her right breast was slightly larger than her left with a mole about a half inch above her areola.

My throat seemed to tighten, and it was hard to swallow, or even breathe, as she stood casually before me. Her flat tummy had three moles, one just left of center at the bottom of her sternum, one below her right breast and one right of her navel. She was completely shaved and there was barely the hint of a shadow where her muff would be.

Her thigh gap was just enough for two or three fingers, even with her knees together. Her skin was creamy pink with a visible suntan contrasted against the white virgin skin of her breasts and at her bikini lines.

She turned, revealing the most amazing two-toned diamond at her ass. The bottom half was a bright inverted triangle, the rear of her thigh gap. The upper half of the diamond was a dark pink triangle, pointed up, that was formed by the gap between her buns. Her perfectly shaved body continued in the back. My eyes locked on her little asshole of all things. I'd never quite seen an ass so beautifully shaped that gave a line of sight to her sphincter. The skin between her buns was darker, accentuating the triangle.

My pervy mind imagined my face buried in that diamond, tasting her womanhood with my nose tickling her asshole. I was ashamed and excited at the same time. As I stared at her ass, I noticed a light-colored triangle with white lines curling around her waist from the tips of the triangle. The tan lines from a tiny thong, were topped by the hint of two little dimples on her lower back. Her spine formed a little valley that traversed the center of her back. Next, she raised her arms and played with her hair with both hands, revealing her hourglass shape with just a curve of her breast protruding on the right. I thought my breasts weren't nearly big enough to be seen from behind, and mine were above average.

She released her hair, and it flopped down covering the center of her back just below the shoulders. My eyes followed her spine down to her ass and continued down her beautiful legs. I thought 'Oh my God, even her ankles are sexy.' I was lost in the moment of drinking her in when she giggled.

"Miss Larson? Are you still with us? Hello..."

I slowly came out of my daze and looked up to see her looking over her shoulder, with a cute yet devious smile. My face flushed red, as it hit me how long I must have been staring.

She turned back to face me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was naked in my kitchen. I searched for words, debating between-- matching her indifferent demeanor, or berating her for her inappropriate behavior. It seemed too late for indifference. As I thought, my eyes wandered back to her larger-than-I-had-imagined breasts.

I had never really touched another woman's tits before. I wondered what it would feel like to hold them. They would easily fill my hands and then some. Next, the mole above her right areola seemed fascinating, until my eyes drifted to her belly button.

It was almost a perfect circle on the outside, with a crooked little semicircle on the inside. Then back to her pelvis, and the nearly invisible muff region with no sign of hair or stubble. I suddenly became self-conscious of my own muff. I kept it well-trimmed, but it felt like the rainforest compared to her Sahara Desert.

"Are you ready to taste?" she asked, pulling me out of my second trance.

I looked at her confused. "I want you to tell me how close it tastes to yours," she said, smiling innocently. "There's plenty, I can assure you, if you want seconds or thirds, I got you covered. Don't be shy, Miss Larson, I want your honest opinion."

She looked at me, waiting for a reply, and, again, I froze, trying not to stare-- as if I hadn't already examined every inch of her more than once. Words simply escaped me. She was nude, serving me dinner in my own kitchen, and I could say nothing, only stare helplessly at her beautiful hairless body.

"We know you've tasted yours, now it's time to taste mine..."

I was like a deer in the headlights, helplessly staring at her hairless pink rosebud as her words began to sink in. A moment of panic set in. Did she say, 'we know you've tasted yours, now it's time to taste mine?' As my dazed mind took me to an image of me kneeling and slipping my tongue into her thigh gap to taste her, I wondered how she could have known I tasted my cum last night. She couldn't possibly. Then it hit me. In her arrogance, she assumed I did as she told me. But she really didn't know.

"Listen, Marie, I told you I would treat you like an adult, but this." I waved my hand in her direction. "I think I made it clear, I'm not a 'kitten' and I am certainly not going to taste you."

"Miss Larson, you naughty girl. I was talking about meatloaf. You thought I meant..." Suddenly, she looked like she had an epiphany. "So you did taste yourself last night? You followed my instructions." Her smile was bright and wide. "Have you changed your mind, Miss Larson?"

"I didn't masturbate and lick my fingers..." I stopped mid-sentence. I sounded like the child with his face covered in chocolate, denying he ate the candy.

She broke her gaze, walked over and picked up my plate. She began loading it with a large piece of meatloaf, a scoop of potatoes and some corn as she spoke.

"You're obviously still confused, Miss Larson, let's have dinner and give you some time," she said calmly, as if we were discussing the weather.

"You need to put some clothes on Miss Carter..."

"Ssshhh," she shushed me, holding a finger to her lips, like a naked librarian.

"I do like when you call me Miss Carter, but listen, please, Miss Larson. Society puts too many silly rules in place. Clothes are so constraining and unnecessary, really."

She set the plate down on the table. "Sit, Miss Larson, and taste my meatloaf and tell me how it compares to yours. If you'd like to be more comfortable, I will gladly help you out of your clothes, too."

"No thank you, Miss Carter," I replied, with indignation. "I think you should leave now."

"Thank you for calling me Miss Carter. But I made you dinner, it would be rude not to eat it. So, sit your pretty little ass down and let's eat. I am famished."