Her cheer squad has a problem and her blackmailer is the solution.
This is part three of Taking His Dream Girl. I wrote this story in two days, sick as a dog, while quarantining for covid.
Special thanks to Parum for his inspired ideas and invaluable help in giving my story the "smell test."
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
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His Dreamgirl's Cheer Squad
Part 1
The Big Game
David stayed glued to his bedroom window, hopeful for even the briefest glimpse of his stunningly beautiful young neighbor Kim.
His wish came true more and more often as she became active in her high school cheerleading squad.
She was constantly coming and going, chatting excitedly with her sexy little friends.
This day, he fairly drooled when he saw her and three of her friends in their cheerleading uniforms step out of her house and prance to a little blue sports car, pony tails bouncing. The sight of so many beautiful young women, flashing long toned legs under little pleated skirts with their red and gold uniforms hugging their firm proud breasts had him panting in lust.
He couldn't help himself; he unzipped his pants and stroked his engorged member, holding a pair of Kim's panties against its slimy length. He was now the proud owner of two sets of her panties and one of her bras, proud trophies in his ongoing conquest.
He'd taken her twice now and he was eager for more. He'd captured two hours of them fucking on video and though he knew he could use it to blackmail her, he hesitated using it. He felt he was close to getting her to come to him willingly.
There it was. That's why he stayed hopeful. He saw her hang back and glance up at his bedroom and pumped himself faster. She knew he was there and she knew he was watching her. Knowing he'd gotten into her head added so much to his excitement... and to his hope for more.
How often did she think about him?
Well, he'd done his research and had done everything in his power to make sure didn't forget about him, even if she was drunk every time they'd had sex. As much as he'd wanted to, he hadn't just dived in and fucked her. He'd lovingly pleasured her over and over. He'd taken his time and driven her to orgasm so many times, he'd lost count.
'Every time they'd had sex.' Those words echoed over and over in his head. He could hardly believe it himself. He'd had sex with that luscious girl twice!
Fuck yeah! Eat your heart out, bitches!
When he saw the girls drive away, he turned away from the tripod-mounted binoculars and faced his 65 inch big screen TV, picked up his remote and pressed the play button. Instantly, the sound of Kim's passion-filled wordless cries of pleasure echoed through the room.
He watched the screen intently, pumping his nasty cock faster and faster as the beautiful young woman on the screen, one of the four who'd just driven away, enthusiastically rode a hideous old fat man for all she was worth.
He watched her big sweat-slick tits bounce and sway as she hunched and churned her hips against the fat man... himself. He watched her run her fingers through the fat man's wiry chest hair. The fierce almost manic look on her face showed not the slightest hint of drunkenness or reluctance.
Her big blue eyes were wide open, she wasn't trying to imagine she was fucking some pretty boy, she was there, in the present, enjoying every moment, reveling in her gluttony of lust with her disgusting 68-year-old neighbor, striving to pleasure him as she pleasured herself on his thick fleshy rod.
He timed it perfectly, when the blonde girl and the fat old man came, he came into the wadded up panties, trumpeting like a beached walrus.
Panting, he pressed the stop button and threw the slimy remote on his bed.
"I'm going to give myself a heart attack jerking off to this bitch," he rasped to himself, gasping raggedly and clutching his side.
He looked at his fancy apple watch, the spinning red heart showed his elevated heartbeat, and pressed the button that took him to its home screen. Tomorrow was Friday and there was a home game.
He smiled in anticipation.
David had found the local high school football team's game schedule and had made it a point to attend every single home game. He sat on the cold metal bleachers, as close to the cheerleaders as he could get away with.
He usually sat alone, an island of solitude. Not a single person sat close to him, beside, behind or in front of him. He exuded a creepy vibe that kept everyone away. That and his gamy stench made sure he was always alone, no matter how crowded the stands. If someone did sit close to him, he'd smile at them malevolently, revealing the gaps of his missing teeth.
He'd even had the cops called on him but since he hadn't done anything wrong, he'd gone back to "watching the game," but his small beady eyes always found their way back to the prancing, shouting cheerleaders. Specifically, to the most beautiful girl of the bunch, to the one with the golden hair that shone like a beacon in the bright stadium lights... to his dreamgirl.
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Friday night finally came and he made it to the football field an hour early. He wanted to scout it out. It was weeks since Kim stumbled into his house drunk as a skunk and he was desperate to have her again. He was more obsessed with her than ever.
He walked behind the bleachers. The metal seats were anchored into a hollow concrete steel grating base. The hollow area beneath was used to store sports equipment and was fairly open, except for metal and concrete bracing, but there were a few places that were out of plain view.
There were two kiosks right behind the stands, but they were closed during the games. Vendors brought either brought their own or parked food trucks in the parking lot. He moved a few things around until the area below the stands was as perfect as he could make it for his purposes.
Mission complete, he made his way to his usual place in the stands and sat down to wait.
