A Blonde in Chocolate

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"Sveta, this is Mr. Avdushev," her father shouted after Sveta had cheered her final high school game. "He is from the university and he wants to talk with you about a cheer scholarship, honey."

His daughter was a sweet-faced blonde with hair to the shoulders. She worked hard to keep in good shape, working out 3 times a week. Even her current boyfriend whom she was going to marry disliked spending so little time together because of her cheerleading practice, but he adored the shape of her body very much. She was head over heels in love with him too and he was her first and only man. Her tender long legs that led up to her small tight ass attracted every man's attention and every girl envied her figure. Her boyfriend always liked cupping her firm perky breasts, although he didn't like her bra and sucking and biting her small pink nipples that asked for it.

Hearing her father, she became very excited, because it was a rare thing when the coach came and there was the reason. When she rushed down the stairs in her happy mood, Mr. Avdushev stepped forward to shake hands.

"Hello, I'm pleased to meet you, sir," the eighteen-year-old blonde said shaking his strong hand.

"Nice to meet you too, bright one," the coach said, smiling spread and revealing his white even teeth. "I've just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college! I'm sure you'll manage, because one would be an absolute loser not to have it!"

"Are you serious?" Sveta couldn't believe her luck and she liked to hear the way he complimented her on success.

"Yes, I'm absolutely quite serious," he said with a stern expression on his weathered face.

"You mean you think that I'm good enough to cheer at a university?" the girl could hardly hide her excitement and the coach liked to see that in cheerleaders' faces, because he was going to make a lot of money off her.

"You know if I were not sure, I wouldn't offer it to you," the man replied irritated and thought about the best way to hook her.

"This is awesome!" Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy and her dear father was proud of her.

"Right you are. It's a once in a lifetime chance," Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. "You are certainly pretty and I'm really interested in your possibilities."

After that, the coach kept on praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter they took him for a tour around their newly bought expensive house. Sveta and her parents became more and more excited at her chances with every passing moment.

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The summer was passing and she had been training very hard to be selected. Her parents would be really depressed if she failed the tests. Mr. Avdushev returned at that summer's end and found Sveta alone. In fact, he caught her sunbathing in her tight yellow bikini on the back deck of her gorgeous house. He wasn't only interested in her cheering ability, but he was also taken by her lovely young 5'5" 105 pound body, with her long golden hair, flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an absolute nymphet! But suddenly he was surprised when she, the pretty blonde, said to him, "Oh Mr. Avdushev... I didn't notice you enter!"

"Huh, you probably were dreaming about your prosperous future and if you do the right thing you'll succeed in it," her coach said smiling at her and everyone puts one's own sense in words.

"I'm so glad that you are here! Don't you wanna look at cheerleader pictures?" Sveta asked with shining eyes.

"I think it'd be great to stare at my best cheerleader once again," he said with the flame in his eyes.

"Okay, then let's go in the house."

The girl stood up and went to the house. Avdushev followed her, constantly staring at her swaying hips and her panty-covered ass.

"Your boyfriend is a lucky guy," the coach voiced his thought.

Hearing it, Sveta liked his comment about her and her boyfriend. Flattery is a great thing. When they were in the sitting room, the coach sat on the sofa and kept watching the blonde girl seeking the album. Finally she had found it! Then the cheerleader sat down and started showing her pictures from the first grade up. The coach's eyes were all over her small body and when he was about to make a move her parents returned from the town. So the fun stopped and Avdushev had to delay his plan.

As her mother made Mr. Avdushev stay for a supper, Sveta and her dad talked to the coach in their den. All that time and during the supper the coach was constantly flattering the girl, her amazing parents and what a great house they had. It's shame that everyone believed his bold flattery. After a grand meal Sveta saw Mr. Avdushev out to his shabby car.

"I'll see you next month," he told Sveta in his ever-present mentor-like voice. "There, I'll be able to see what you can do."

* * *

A few weeks passed. Sveta gathered all her stuff together, kissed her dear parents good-bye and headed north to the university, believing that the whole world was under her feet, but how mistaken she was! Before she had left, she drove across the town to kiss her high school sweetheart who would soon be her husband good-bye. Sveta didn't know how she would live without her honey's attention so long. If she had known she would never miss him, just because she would never have time enough for that.

To her surprise, Sveta found the university very big and became home sick soon. Her mother became concerned very much and phoned Mr. Avdushev. He was asked to keep a careful eye on Sveta and he assured her that she was taken care of like the apple of his eye. Not only did the university look big to her but also the girl found the other cheer candidates very good and she felt her chances of making the squad were very slim.

"I just can't believe the talent," she told her coach afterwards.

"I do have some very good girls, Sveta," he sighed like an experienced old man. "To be honest, I feel your chances are very slim and your parents will be very disappointed if you fail!"

Hearing that, the girl felt her heart began hammering.

"But it means everything to me, sir," she sobbed slightly. "All my family is counting on me to cheer here!"

"There are always alternatives, Sveta," Mr. Avdushev kept coaxing and reassuring her. "I know you are a good smart girl from a small town, but as I have said, there are alternatives. Have you ever heard of girls sleeping with teachers for grades? I'm sure you have," the man knew that he was pushing his luck.

"Do you mean I shall have to have sex with you?" she whispered in her innocent manner with her plump lips as the tears came to her eyes. "I'd never do that!"

Sveta just couldn't imagine that she would be able to cheat on her adorable boyfriend who was so prosperous and she would have a brilliant future being his wife. It was too much for her. The man clearly understood he was skating on thin ice, but he had done that too many times to be on the edge about it and said and did everything following his plan.

"Well, not me exactly..." her perverted coach replied thoughtfully. "I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You'd make the team!"

"A black stud?" shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. "I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend will be back home soon? You know, something like this would kill him and he's going to be my husband. What kind of a girl do you think I am?"

Listening to that self-confident girl who had been trying to find any excuse but it sounded lame, he knew that he had almost had her and the only thing he had to do was to push a little bit harder.

"You are a good girl," Mr. Avdushev said, looking at her sternly. "But I have had plenty of girls over the years sleep with old Mike to make the cheer squad. My old friend Mike is a 45-year-old black man who has what it takes not only to please young white knock-outs like you, but you are a cheerleader after one time with him. He is the judge! He has all rights and he can reject you for your resistance! Think it over and make the right choice!"

After a short time talking the coach got up and left with the conqueror's smile on his face. Sveta put the cheerleader team out of her mind until her strict father called and let her know he would be up for the tryouts. His words had left Sveta scared and more confused than ever. Later, Mr. Avdushev called her to find out what her answer would be and the girl said, "NO" to his sick intentions but it was no good to be a heroine. Sveta already knew that she would do everything to reach her target but thinking about a black man, an old black man, made her freaky.

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Saturday afternoon came and Sveta was alone in her dorm. A sick feeling overtook her when a knock came at her door. The door opened and the girl saw her pillar, her dear father. It was like a stone fell from her shoulders as she saw him and rushed toward him to embrace. If he only knew about her coming problems.

"Daddy," she said with relief, throwing her arms around his neck. "Hi daddy, what are you doing here?"

"Sweetie, I just came to see my baby girl become a cheerleader, of course," he laughed and was shining with pride and happiness for his daughter. "Mr. Avdushev has called and asked us out to dinner tonight. C'mon honey, get ready and don't keep your good coach waiting."

How poor Sveta wanted to tell her father what kind of a man her coach really was, but daren't destroy her dear dad's idyllic world. What would happen if she failed her contest? The boyfriend would find another great chick with an awesome figure, her parents would give some money for her living and she herself would curse herself for not using her unique chance.

She got dressed very swiftly and grabbing her coat, she followed her father as they met the coach for his dinner treat. Sveta could hardly eat as her coach bragged to her father on how great she would be and only stupidity would ruin her brilliant future as a queen cheerleader. She understood that he was talking about something another than a cheerleading activity, because his palm rested several times on her knee, squeezing it and Sveta was too paralyzed to do anything but went through the entire ordeal. When the horrible dinner was finally over, Sveta asked her father when they were at her dorm again, "Daddy, what do you think about spending the night in my dorm room?"

Her eyes were begging him for that, because it was going to be a rough one for her.

"You know my schedule girl. I have already reserved a motel room down the street," her father replied simply.

Seeing the way his daughter looked at him, he made up his mind to cheer her up a little and added with a smile, "Your mother and I will be up next week for tryouts to support you my dear. We and your VIP coach have confidence that you will make the team, honey!"

When the door shut behind him, Sveta again felt that eerie feeling of being alone. She inserted an "Enigma" disc in the music center and tried to relax and chill out on the sofa. The girl didn't notice how quickly she fell asleep and was freed from all her worries. She was deep into her inner world. The girl's heart skipped a beat when a knock came at the door. Sveta rushed to open the door and get to know why her lovely father had returned. Perhaps, he made up his mind to be next to his lovely daughter.

"Mr. Avdushev, what are you doing here?" the girl was taken aback and surprised with her coach's sudden appearance. "Daddy is here. Please leave me now."

"No good for you, girl! You don't get any points by lying to me," her coach had a very stern impression on his face and slapped her face hard with his wide palm. "I saw you daddy going to his motel," Mr. Avdushev said, walking into her room and pushing her on the shoulder so hard that she had to step back. "By the way, this is Mike, I have been talking to you about him," he said, motioning to his friend. "And we have come for your personal and private tryouts."

"But... but..." was everything Sveta could say, understanding that her time had come.

The two friends stepped in, and closed the door and locked it behind them. At that time she looked up and saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fattening with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn't believe that they came for her body. His darkness made her freaky and his authority made her look smaller than a hobbit.

"Mike, what do you think about her?" grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly.

"Man, you know she's surely a sweet treat," the tall black man said. "This is going to be good for me."

Their smiles made her crazy and she didn't know what to do because she knew what would happen the next time. As Sveta started protesting and ran around the room, Mr. Avdushev just grabbed her throat so hard with his strong clutch that the girl could hardly breathe. The girl's eyes were begging him to release her but she didn't put up a struggle. His free hand grabbed her tight ass and squeezed. A small grin appeared on his face and he said, "Nice ass you have, little bitch! I've been waiting for it so long! I wanted to do it as I saw you sun-bathing on the deck of your shithole of the house!"

Then his hand moved up to the hem of her tight pink top and pulled it up in a jerk over her long, blonde hair. Sveta was glad that she wasn't choked by those strong claws of his and already didn't pay attention to his hands squeezing her ripe tits. The blonde started panicking due to that boldness and no one had seen her naked except of her loving boyfriend.

"You want to make the cheer squad and Mike wants some of your young body to know if you are the right person for that."

Instead of fighting, Sveta just stood frozen like a deer in highlights as he was removing her sweat pants, bra and ripping her small panties off, leaving red welts on her hips.

"Look at those perky little young tits Mike. They look even better without her bra and I think she is going to be the best young cunt you have ever had at your hand," he said squeezing her tits harder and she understood clearly that it would be stupid to protest.

"Yeah pal, I'm sure that the spectators and the football team will be glad to see this slut in action on the field," his companion agreed.

Frightened, she sought for compromise, begging them to be easy on her young body.

"Is this the only way?" Sveta sobbed as her coach laid her lean body on the bed. "Oh my gosh!" the poor girl exclaimed when she saw Mike started getting undressed. "Just look at it! It's so huge and it surely hurt me too much!"

Every fiber of her body was shaking as she stared at the well-hung black man and now she knew that all that rumors about monstrous cocks were true. Sveta compared his cock with her boyfriend's and understood that her lover's cock was like a pencil.

"What will my parents say? And I have a boyfriend back home," she begged

"That's a lame excuse, girlie," the black man replied with irony. "After we are through with you, your boyfriend's cock will be too small for all your holes!"

Spreading little Sveta's slim legs wide, Mr. Avdushev sat between her well-shaped legs and moved his face to her hairy pussy. It was the very first time somebody's tongue had touched her pussy and it was so shocking. Just at the moment the girl began feeling a pleasurable sensation, she heard Mike's harsh voice, "You'd better lick my cock properly or it'll hurt when I stick it deep into your eager cunt, bitch!"

Sveta understood she had to do what he wanted one way or another and stuck her tongue out. Immediately a huge purple dickhead landed on her tongue. The dickhead was already covered in pre-cum and it was sticky. Her tongue started circling around the piss-hole, getting more and more white fluid. Then her tongue began running along all the length of his 10" black vein-covered cock and she was scared how that bastard was going to stick it inside her because it was too long and very thick. After several laps all Mike's cock was spit-covered and the black man stood there with his cock pointing at the sky as the poor girl tried to lubricate it so much, preparing for her coming fucking. In no time Sveta did it willingly as her coach's tongue lapping her still tight pussy sent warm pleasure-filled waves all over her small body.

Mike stood with closed eyes and enjoyed the way that white meat was worshipping his snake, but feeling his cum start boiling he stepped back and moved over to take Mr. Avdushev's place. When her coach saw the judge, he stepped back and was about to watch his pretty cheerleader stretched out to the limits. If only she knew that she would be a famous slut of the campus! That black cock surely wasn't created for a young girl. The girl looked down at her coming nightmare as the old pervert knelt down between his young prey's tanned thighs. It was the last moment when her dear pussy was tight because she would never be the same again after that monstrous thing. Then he bent down to kiss her like she was his slut. As Sveta turned her head to avoid his kiss, she let out a yell as the black knob entered her vagina, stretching it to its limits.

"Please, pull it out... Ahh it's gonna tear me apart!" she struggled and she did everything to get away.

It felt like she was a virgin again and the pain was terrible.

"Did you think it's easy to become a fucking cheerleader?" her coach shouted in her ear.

"Man, her cries are irritating me! Find something to gag her fucking trap," Mike ordered his provider.

Without thinking very long, Mr. Avdushev pulled his sweat pants down his well-trained legs and Sveta saw his cock. She was smart enough to put two and two together and understood it was a live gag. Fortunately, it was much less than her black torturer's. The coach's cock was about 7" long and not too thick. Sveta stuck her small tongue out like a well-trained pet and the dickhead was laid on it immediately. Mr. Avdushev put his strong hand on the back of her head and thrust his hips forward, making the cheerleader swallow its purple head.

Sveta couldn't resist two cocks that were bigger than her dear boyfriend and tried to relax, believing all that would stop soon and she would be the crowned cheerleader. She could change nothing and knew that her brilliant life would be broken to pieces and she would be treated like dirt if anyone knew what the cost for that was.

All thoughts of arching cheerleaders were to make those two perverts cum as fast as she could and erase any memory about this evening. Inch by inch the black tool was pushed inside her white cunt, but it caused her great pain to take it into her so deeply. She wanted to scream from all that splitting pain, but the coach's dick would smother her cries of hell.

"This is the best young cunt I have ever had man!" Mike said loudly for pleasure. "And the best thing is her daddy is just down the street, sleeping sound as some black man who was older than dear daddy is fucking the shit out of his little girl who does it to make her daddy's dream come true and become a cheerleader. Man, that's great!"

Sveta tried to remove Mr. Avdushev's cock from her mouth, but his hand on the back of her head didn't let her do it. How Sveta longed to look in her boyfriend's eyes again! She felt a corrupted whore and a fucking slut as Mike's big shaft was slicing her apart. Mike's cock was the biggest one that had ever fucked her poor pussy and its lips were stretched to the limits grotesquely and her legs were spread as wide as they could be. The girl looked down and saw the black cock sawing in and out of her once tight pussy that was red from stretching and rubbing.