En cours de chargement...
The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader's dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom. The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.
Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn't do and definitely shouldn't talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don't want other people to know about. Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn't take it too seriously.
It's just a story. In this story, Ashley is having a difficult time in the locker room-everything she sees is turning her on. Everything changes when Tara wants some alone time with Ashley. After practice, the two girls head back to Ashley's for a sleepover. It looks like Tara has ideas of her own that involve marshmallows and are guaranteed to give Ashley the night of her life. Approximate length: 9, 000 words.
Extract:"Aren't you having any?" she said, her face had the look of an injured puppy. "I know, you want me to feed you, but you don't know where my hands have been." She split open the bag and put her head into the soft pile of small sugary pillows. When she lifted up her head she was holding a marshmallow between her teeth."Go on, " she taunted with a full mouth. "Take it."What could do?I moved closer, shifting forward on the bed.
She was looking at me and as I started to move towards her lips, she closed her eyes. I placed my lips round the edge of the marshmallow. I could feel her warm breath, a sweet combination of sugar, peach and the sharp tang of the wine cooler. I didn't take the marshmallow from her for a couple of seconds. I gripped the candy with my mouth, the sugary taste on my tongue as it started to dissolve slightly.
I moved my lips forward with the intention of holding the soft white candy between my teeth. My lips pushed into her lips as my teeth gripped the marshmallow. The moment seemed to last indefinitely as I was lost in the uncertainty of what was going to happen. She bit the marshmallow and we are kissing with half a marshmallow in each of our mouths. She slid one hand round my neck, the other round my waist and pulled me closer.