Cheerloathing is an epic-length erotic novel of betrayal, seduction, and duplicity. As something of a spiritual successor to The Second Place Sister, this story features lots of kink and deep characterization. Enjoy!
Chapter Five: Team Bitch
Sara watched Diana’s car pull away and then doubled back to the boat. She found the four men still sitting on the bench seats, the radio playing low, sipping beers as the sun went down.
“There’s the party,” Jason said with a smirk. “Your new bestie okay to drive? She knocked back a few.”
“Maybe she’ll save us the trouble,” Sara said.
“You’d miss out on the fun.”
She hopped back aboard and tossed her phone to Jason, who caught it with barely a thought. It was unlocked. He turned on the camera and handed it off to Shawn, then stood and went to turn on the deck lights. He walked up behind Sara and slid his arms under hers, looping them behind her neck in a quick Full Nelson.
Sara yelped, though she’d known something of the kind was coming. She hadn’t expected that, though, and when Jason kicked the back of her knees, taking her legs out from under her, she moaned audibly. He followed her down, putting her on her knees and holding her in place as Link stepped up and jammed his hard cock into her open mouth.
Shawn stood by and captured it on Sara’s camera, giving a low chuckle. Sara’s heart raced at the treatment, though she wasn’t worried. The adrenaline spike had her pussy soaking her bikini bottoms. If she really wanted to, she could flip Jason over her back and deliver a hard kick straight into Link’s chest. Those couple of years sparring with real brutes at Hank’s weren’t just for fun.
Instead, she submitted because that was what she needed. She let Jason hold her and Link roughly shove his dick into her mouth, and as Shawn trained the camera on her cock-stuffed face, Link said, “Give me an S, Sara,”
“Eth,” she cheered around his cock, looking into the camera.
“Gimme an L!”
“Ul!”
He crammed his full length into her throat and held her face to his nuts, then pulled back half his cock and said, “Gimme a U!”
“Oo!”
“Gimme a T!”
“Kee!”
“What’s that spell?” he cried, whipping his cock from her mouth and leaving a string of spit hanging from her lips.
“Slut!” Sara choked into the camera.
“Go, team, go!” Jason growled into her ear as Link shoved his dick back into her mouth.
Sara glurked but endured the face fucking that came next, her hands fighting reflexively against the hold in an effort to touch her hot cunt. Link battered her mouth for a full minute, and then stepped aside for Shawn. He trained the phone camera down on her teary eyes and rested his cockhead on her lips.
“Who’s the team bitch, princess?” Shawn asked, sliding his cockhead along her wet lips.
“Me,” she said and tried to close her lips around his penis.
Shawn pulled it away and said, “Uh uh. Say please.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what, princess?”
“Please put your cock in my mouth.”
“Such a well-trained cockhole,” Shawn remarked and put his head back on her lips.
She closed her lips around the head but, with Jason holding her, she couldn’t move forward to take it in. She looked up into the camera and pleaded with her eyes.
“Are you acting like a greedy cunt?” Shawn asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Why are you acting like such a greedy cunt, Sara?”
“So, my dad will rape me.”
“Good girl, princess. Show daddy what you like to do.”
He slid his prick into her mouth and Sara audibly groaned with relief, sloppily bobbing her head up and down its length, coating it in her spit. When he withdrew it, they laughed at her desperate attempt to chase it. Ivan, however, grabbed her hair and forced his own substantial girth into her.
Jason released his hold and Shawn panned the camera down between Sara’s legs, capturing the sight of Jason’s fingers slipping her bottoms aside and penetrating her cunt. Then, he panned back up to Sara eagerly, lovingly choking herself on the length of Ivan’s prick. Her lips were sealed tight, and her eyes were closed in a look of slutty ecstasy as she violated her own throat, taking as much of his girthy cock as she could manage, but not quite making it to the base.
Ivan let this go on for a minute, the blond slut worshipping his pole, until rivers of spit were running from her overfull mouth. He took his meat away from her and the camera captured her open mouth, and her eyes glazed with cock lust. Onto her back she went, pulled down by Jason, who turned her face to meet his cock and guided it into her mouth. Ivan knelt and held her bottoms aside, then worked his fat cockhead into Sara’s compact little pussy. Her body jerked and she groaned around Jason’s cock, now half in her mouth as he sawed it gently between her lips.
Shawn brought the camera down to her pussy, capturing it in close-up as Ivan’s cock split her lips open and disappeared, inch by long inch into the team bitch. Sara rubbed at her fuck button with one hand and squeezed one of her tits in the other as the two men began to use her in concert, feeding her dick from two ends, while she grunted from the increasingly harder cock thrusts into her cunt.
Link took his place on her other side and began to tug roughly on her other breast, tugging it up by the nipple and making Sara yelp. But that sharp tug, the pain and the mixed pleasure, had her hips rocking up to meet the deep penetration of Ivan’s cock. Her legs shook as she came for him, frigging her clit with her fingers.
Jason pulled his cock from her mouth and guided her to Link’s, the camera now pulled back to show the entirety of the filthy scene. Ivan withdrew his cock, took the camera from Shawn, and let his teammate take his place between Sara’s legs. She came again in less than a minute of having her second cock, thrashing as Jason slapped his wet dick against her bulging, violated cheek.
“Gonna need to put an end to the fun here,” Jason said, “sun’s about down. Let’s send princess home with a nice present for papa.”
Shawn set his fists on the deck and began to slam his cock into Sara with determination, battering her fuckhole with long, hard thrusts that had her tits bouncing. The hard fucking made the dick pop out of her mouth and she turned her fuck-crazed, flushed face to look into the camera.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck me, daddy… fuck me… cum in me, daddy…”
Jason and Link laughed out loud at the perverted slut and Ivan spit in her face. That set Sara off again and her eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasmed violently, taking Shawn’s full load into her cunt as they humped against each other. Jason slid into his place and fucked her next, his hand on her throat, holding her to the deck as he pummeled her cummy pussy.
“Squeeze that dick, princess,” he growled. “Milk that cock for me. That’s my little cockhole. Show daddy what I taught you.”
Sara gasped as her ex-boyfriend unloaded his balls into her gripping fuck tunnel, her pussy milking his shaft dry. Link moved in and plunged his length into her next. Jason and Shawn held her flexible legs apart in a split, allowing their friend deep, unrestricted access to their cheerleader fuck toy. He made short, hard thrusts into her depths as Ivan captured the whites of her eyes and her open-mouthed gasp of pleasure at being made into a cock train.
His load in her cunt, Link took the camera from Ivan and brought it close to Sara’s abused, puffy cunt, where three loads were dripping out. Ivan’s thick meat pushed them back in and, with a squelch, forced the cummy contents out around his invading prick.
“Oh, fuck!” Sara cried and clung to Ivan’s broad shoulders.
He gathered her up in his arms and crushed her to his chest like she was a toy. The big center stuffed his entire length into her hard as her legs went around his waist. He bent Sara nearly in half and proceeded to jam his deeply embedded member into her with short, violent thrusts. The camera captured the sounds of her screeching as Ivan fucked her creamy channel, forcing more white goo out of her. The sexy mess ran down her ass in white streams, girl honey and cum coating her liberally as his teammates cheered.
“Stuff that slut, dude. Goddamn!”
“Make her cum, comrade! Make the bitch cum!”
Sara clung to the big bastard as she trembled and shook, then let out a long groan that sounded more like an animal than a human. Her legs locked and quivered as she came on his cock, and then Ivan mumbled something that none of them could understand and embedded his cock as deep as Sara’s contracting cunt would allow. The big center’s balls seemed to nearly shrivel in the camera’s view as he pumped a torrent of seed into Sara’s tightly packed sheath.
At last, he was empty and pulled his penis from her, releasing his grip on her body. Limp, Sara splayed on the deck of the boat with semen running from her. For a moment she stared up at the sky, growing darker by the minute, and then her hand moved. She scooped some of the mess from her cunt and pushed it into her mouth, and then another. The camera captured it as she fed herself more and more of the stuff. Then, she took a big scoop and smeared it around her mouth, looking up into the camera. Her eyes focused and she began to rub her cunt to another orgasm, breaking out into a fit of delirious laughter.
Chapter Six: Hank's
Diana and her sister Carrie were, Sara observed, identical twins. There were differences in their bodies as a result of their chosen sports, but both of them were toned and athletic. Diana was, perhaps, more muscular and chiseled, like Sara herself. It was a result of the strength training necessary for cheer. Hefting human bodies, even slight, trim ones, took muscle, after all. Holding girls in place for extended periods of time, likewise, took strength and endurance. As a flyer, mostly performing as a top girl, Diana didn’t do much of that, but muscle was just as necessary.
Carrie, by comparison, was trimmer and less defined, but Sara’s trained eye easily noted her toned legs. Carrie was also shorter by a hair and didn’t carry herself with the same self-confidence as her twin. Sara shuffled that bit of observation to the back of her mind as she caught sight of the two of them, entering Hank’s and looking a bit uneasy. She crossed the floor and met them just inside the door.
“Hey, babe,” she greeted Diana, kissing her cheek. “And you’re Carrie,” she extended her hand to Diana’s twin.
“Hi.”
Sara shook it and glanced over her shoulder at the morning crowd in the gym. Early on a Sunday, it wasn’t exactly a crowd. Only a few regulars were on the floor, a couple of them paired off and spotting one another on benches.
“Yeah, it’s not the kind of crowd you see at the campus gym,” Sara said with a laugh, “but they’re good guys. If you want to get pushed to your limits, these guys will see it happens.”
The words held a double meaning, which Sara knew from experience. Sara turned to the man at the desk and gestured.
“This is Hank Junior,” she introduced them, “Hank, this is Diana and Carrie. They’re going to come in with me today and see what they think of the place.”
“Sure,” Junior said and turned his attention back to his phone.
“It might not look like much,” Sara said as the twins followed, “but it’s larger than it seems. This is all the usual stuff. Benches, weights, blah, blah. The cool stuff is back here.”
She led them across the floor to a door at the back, which opened up into a big, open area. In the center of it was a ring for sparring, while pads and bags dotted the perimeter. Pairs of gloves hung from hooks on one wall. A large board nearby displayed names, rankings, and schedules.
“This is where I’ve been training. I doubt we’ll do much back here, Diana, unless you’re keen to start learning. A little further is what Carrie will be interested in.”
They continued around the ring, through another door in the side, and emerged into a third space. Here, a small basketball court with one hoop covered one end. A chainlink fence separated it from a tennis court. On the court was a man swatting at balls thrown by a machine. The three of them stood by and observed for a moment as he hit the balls back. When the machine had expelled its load, he walked over and shut it off, then made his way over.
“Hey, Sara,” he said.
“Brett, this is Diana and Carrie. Diana’s on my squad and I probably don’t have to tell you that they’re sisters.”
“Hadn’t noticed,” he said, grinning and putting out his hand. “Brett. I’m basically the only bum here that Hank keeps the tennis court open for. Either of you play?”
“I do,” Carrie said, looking him over.
“Nice. It would be great to have someone else to play against, instead of just hitting balls. I’ve got a buddy that comes in a couple times a week, but I like to get in more. You in it for fun or do you actually play?”
“I played in high school and just got in at the college,” Carrie said.
“Fancy a game?”
Carrie held up her bagged racquet and Brett smiled.
“Don’t go easy on her Brett,” Sara said, then turned to Carrie and added, “he might have used to play a bit back in the day.”
“Jesus,” Brett grumbled. “I’m only fifty. You make me sound like a fucking fossil. Pardon my French.”
“What did you play? Carrie asked.
“Just USTA. Nothing major.”
“You two good?” Sara asked.
“Sure,” Carrie agreed, looking excited.
“Find me whenever you’re ready,” Diana said and Carrie nodded.
She followed Sara back inside as Brett led Carrie onto the court. Brett would enjoy Carrie, she thought. A hot little thing like her was just the pervert’s thing. It might, she mused, have been kind to let Carrie know that Brett was a convicted molester, but seeing her discover it for herself would likely be more fun. Besides, he pretty much kept those urges in check these days, with a little help from Sara in the showers some nights. Letting him jerk off on her and molest her body in the shower was a good warm-up for when she went home to work on her dad.
Sara brought Diana back to the main floor of the gym, where she had mats laid out. Diana’s eyes shifted to the big, muscled men, gruff and tattooed, lifting heavy weights. Sara enjoyed her discomfort as she imagined those burly bastards checking her out while they stretched and limbered up. She sucked it up and put on a game face, though.
The stretches were calming, but as they did them, Sara observed Diana’s form for any weak points or flaws. There were none. Every move was graceful, every touch flawless. She’d expected as much, but she had a little hope that being stared at like meat by a bunch of ex-cons and ogling perverts might throw her off a bit. The girl had a nice, shielded mental space against appraising eyes, it seemed.
That made sense. Being looked at and watched with envy and desire was part of being a top girl. Sara added that to her growing research file, wondering if Diana liked the spotlight, the lusty looks, or both.
They got down on the mats, legs spread, and joined hands for some partner stretches. Sara probed her rival further while they did so.
“You see? Not so bad. They like to look, but they keep to themselves and don’t bother you. You okay?”
“Yeah. It might not be the place I would have chosen,” Diana admitted, “but everyone seems nice enough. Do you ever get hit on?”
Nice enough, Sara thought, until they’re picking you up and slam-fucking their cocks into you against a locker.
Outwardly, she said, “It wouldn’t be a gym if some muscular douche didn’t try it. Most of them have seen me around since I was in high school, though, and it’s pretty rare for a new face to stay here for long. Those that do are more likely to fend off a creep for you, rather than creep on you. Not that I need it, but it makes them feel good.”
“I still can’t believe the whole little blond death machine thing. It’s pretty cool. Would you show me some?”
Sara looked over the men in the gym and shouted, “Brick!”
A solid wall of muscle with a bare chest and a skull tattoo on his chest glanced over at her from where he stood with a bar across his shoulders, squatting with immense weights on either side. Sara nodded him over. He lifted the bar like it was made of foam and shouldered it back onto the rack. Diana suddenly looked uneasy. The big man towered over the two of them, with their legs apart on the floor.
Sara noted with satisfaction that Diana looked a bit afraid. The image of Brick picking Diana up and carrying her off to the back, then slamming her tits down on the ring and mounting her flashed through Sara’s mind. It was hot.
“What’s up, PomPom,” Brick said, showing a grin that was missing a front tooth.
“This is my teammate, Diana. She’s struggling with the idea of the kickboxing cheerleader. You up for a spar after we finish here?”
“You know it,” Brick agreed.
“Give us about an hour.”
Brick nodded, drank in Diana’s tits in her sports bra, and returned to his weights.
“That guy?” Diana whispered, “Seriously? You’re going to spar with that?”
“Sure!”
“Your balls are probably bigger than his,” Diana muttered.
Sara wasn’t so sure about that. Brick had pretty big nuts.
Outwardly, she said, “Oh, he’s going to kick my ass. No doubt. I might land some good hits and I’m quick, but as for actually winning a real match? I doubt even I have the endurance to inflict death by a thousand paper cuts, and that’s what it would feel like to him. It’s good practice, though. He’s like hitting a human punching bag. You know that no matter how hard you fist the son of a bitch, you’re never going to hurt him.”
Sparring with Brick, she mused, usually resulted in her being roughly pinned to the mat as he pulled back her hair and made her beg for the violent cock-stuffings he gave her to stop. There were always tears, too, which she liked. Jesus, she was getting wet just thinking about it.
After the stretching came V-sits, a series of loaded squats, and some jumping jacks. Those did draw some attention, and a few claps from the men as the two girls made up a cheer for the gym on the spot. After the workout, Diana followed Sara into the back, where they were met by Carrie. Diana’s sister was flushed, sweating, grinning, and had an arm around Brett’s shoulder. He looked winded and his racquet dangled limply in his hand.
“Meet your match?” Sara asked as the two of them sidled up.
“Either she’s fast or I’m old,” Brett said.
“Both,” Carrie said, jabbing an elbow into his side that made him wince.
“Yeah. Both,” he agreed. “You going in the ring?”
“Just gonna show Diana how Brick kicks my ass.”
Sara selected padded gloves and put on a sparring helmet as Brick did the same, then the two of them climbed into the ring. Sara danced around a bit and they touched gloves, then stepped back. Diana and Carrie stood with Brett, awed at the sight. It was like watching a butterfly prepare to attack a tank.
The butterfly moved in more like a hornet. Jab, low jab, straight right-hand fake, followed by a right foot jab. The mountain staring her down skillfully blocked, dodged the fake, and swatted away Sara’s foot. He circled around her and returned a jab and a straight right, which whiffed against Sara’s speed. He followed up on her undefended side with a left hook, but the little blonde bent back, nearly in half, and vaulted back in a handspring. Her foot came up and caught the brute in the chin as she completed the spring, landing on her feet with her gloves up.
Brick staggered back in surprise, while Diana and Carrie gasped and Brett exclaimed, “Ooh!”
Beside them, another man laughed and said, “Illegal as fuck, but it makes for good TV.”
Sara gave Brick a come’n get it gesture with one glove and the big man laughed. He came back in with a left foot jab, attempting to distract her from the following jab and straight right, but Sara caught them on her gloves. Brick put a quick left hook kick into her ribs that staggered her, but she made a quick recovery. She spun with the force of the blow, turning it into a high right hook kick, which Brick blocked. She flowed in lower with a jab and a low straight right that caught him in the ribs, then a fast left hook that landed on his face as he moved to defend his lower body.
She danced back from his counter and backed herself into a corner. Brick came in as Sara set her feet on the ring ropes and, just before he could reach her, launched herself over his head. There was a collective gasp from everyone watching as Sara curled into a ball and wheeled over his head. Her feet hit the mat and, as Brick turned, completely unprepared, she planted a back kick into the center of his chest that rocked him back.
“What. The. Fuck!” Brett exclaimed. “Did that just happen?”
Diana and Carrie nodded slowly in disbelief and the man next to them cackled madly.
The follow-up combo was like a gale whipping through trees. Jab, low jab, straight right hand, and a low left hook to the ribs. Brick, off guard, took every blow before he got his gloves up and made a kick at Sara’s legs. When she lifted the leg out of the way, Brick threw a fake and Sara went for it, raising her gloves to block a blow that never came. The real strike, an uppercut connected right on her chin.
Everyone watching held their breath and the world seemed to move in slow motion as Sara’s feet left the mat and she crashed onto her back. She groaned but a second later she sat up and shook her head. Brick stood over her, offering his hand, which Sara took. She staggered to her feet and gave him a punch on the shoulder.
“Fucking showoff,” he said. “That shit wouldn’t fly anywhere but here.”
Sara gave him a return punch in the arm that made him laugh. He took her arm, held it up like she was a champion, and the watchers clapped and hollered. Sara removed a glove, tucking it under her arm, then took off her helmet and shook out her sweat-damp hair. Under the ropes she climbed and out of the ring, meeting up with Diana and Carrie.
“That was ridiculous!” Diana exclaimed. “Holy shit!”
“It was like something out of a movie,” Carrie added. “I wish I had it on video. You’d be internet famous.”
“Are you alright?” Diana asked.
Sara nodded and said, “He’s given me worse. So, which of you is next?”
Diana and Carrie shared a look and shook their heads.
“I’ll stick to tennis,” Carrie said.
“I think I’m done for today,” Sara said. “So, what did you think?”
Diana nodded and said, “I’d come back. This was a lot more fun than the campus gym.”
Carrie put out her hand to Brett and asked, “Rematch?”
He took it, looked at her tits, and said, “You bet. I’m here Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday at nine.”
“See you in practice tomorrow?” Diana asked.
Sara nodded and put a quick kiss on her cheek, saying, “Thanks for coming down, babe. We’re gonna have a lot of fun.”
Diana blushed at the kiss, said, “Yeah,” and left with her sister.
“Hot little piece of ass,” Brett said when the two girls walked out the door.
“You want a taste?”
Brett chuckled and said, “Does a dog want a bone?”
“Did you talk to her at all?”
“Just court jabs. Girl knows a lot of dick jokes. Likes to have you put your hands on her to show her new things, too. Didn’t even bat an eye when I gave her a little feel.”
“What’s your perv-o-meter say about her?” Sara asked.
“Itchin’ for a fucking, is what it says. You know I got a radar for the closet sluts. That’s one for sure. The sister, Diana, there’s something there, too, but I can’t quite get it.”
“Just get to know Carrie. I’m leaving.”
“You gonna shower?” Brett asked, hopeful.
“When I get home. Take care of it yourself. Think about Carrie while you do it,” Sara said with a smirk.
She put away her gloves and helmet, then crossed to the locker rooms to get her bag. Hank’s did have individual locker rooms for both genders, but Sara used the men’s. She was the only female that actually came to the gym. Most took a look at the crowd and decided it wasn’t for them. Their loss.
Opening her locker, she withdrew her bag, closed it, and turned around to find a naked Brick dwarfing her. She took a step back in surprise. For someone so big, he could be quick and quiet.
“You got a few good ones in out there today,” he said.
“I cheated. It was against the rules. I should probably be penalized.”
Brick’s hand came up and clasped her throat, tightening, and Sara gasped as he pushed her against the locker. Her hands shot up and wrapped around his thick wrist as she stared up at him, her eyes daring. Brick tugged at her shorts and yanked them down, then lifted her by the neck and laughed as the shorts slid the rest of the way down her trim legs and Sara choked. Her feet kicked and her hands tightened on his arm.
With his free hand, he cupped one cheek of her ass and held her in place against the locker, easing the tension on her neck and allowing her to breathe. He released his hold and gripped her other cheek, then lowered her onto his cock. Sara whimpered as he guided her body down, impaling her on his shaft, her butt gripped tightly in his palms.
“I got something for cheatin’ cunts, PomPom,” Brick growled and shoved his cock up her roughly.
Sara jerked, her back against the locker and her hands went up to clutch at his thick neck. Her legs encircled his waist, and then Brick began to fuck her. The brute was always mean and hard, and this time it was no different. He lifted her as easily as the weights, using her smaller body to pleasure himself. Sara panted and huffed as he lifted her, and then shoved her down on his length, over and over.
Her pussy gushed around his stalk on every in-thrust as she held on. This wasn’t two people having sex, which is what really got her off with him. He just fucked her. He used her. She was like a human fleshlight for him, a writhing, gasping, sweating, moaning sex toy that he was just using to masturbate with.
Other guys used her and degraded her, sure, and she let them, encouraged them, needed them to. Brick, though, was one of the most degrading of all for that reason. There was never any real participation on her part. The mountain purely used her body to get himself off, and that feeling, the utter helplessness, surrender, and knowing that she could do absolutely nothing to stop him, had her cumming like a train every time.
She did it now, even though he wasn’t being as rough as if he’d had her pinned on the mat. It was just the right sort of rough that she wanted right now. Even as her cunt spasmed and her body twitched, Brick rearranged her body for his pleasure. He took, first, one arm and removed his hand from her ass. He slid it under her leg and clamped his hand on her cheek again. He repeated it with his other. He now had his arms under her legs for leverage.
He pushed forward, taking advantage of her extreme flexibility, bending her legs back nearly to her shoulders. Sara moaned hotly as he basically folded her in half and then began to ram his dick into her as he crushed her against the locker.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she chanted in harsh breaths, each time he stuffed his cock into her.
“Give me one more, PomPom,” he growled as he slammed his meat into her cunt and her back against the locker.
Sara did, gushing girl cum around his prick at his mistreatment. Fuck, it was a great way to end a workout! Her only regret was that she hadn’t had the foresight to record it and taunt her dad with it. Well, surely there would be a next time.
Enjoying this story so far? Cheerloathing is the biggest Tori Hamlin tale at the time of this publication. Sprawling over 61 chapters, this story is set in the DomCo world, and features cameo appearances by both heroes and villains in the series! Follow Diana's descent at the hands of the seductive and evil Sara and see just how much of a bitch the competition can be.
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