Cheerleader Lindsay Gets Pounded

Cheerleader Lindsay seduces rival players

Lindsay rushed from the observatory at Baylor Tech to her next class. She was glad the back of the tiered lecture hall was sparsely occupied. Lindsay was taking a statistics course. The professor was discussing probability in the context of dependent and independent events.

"Now let's take a look at our school's football team as an example," Professor Koller declared. "Can someone tell us the team's record before this weekend?"

"They lost," a student near the front blurted.

"That is not what I asked," Professor Koller said sternly as she attempted to get her class to focus. "This is a gateway upper division course, let's focus." She paused for a moment to scan the room for a member of Baylor Tech's football team. "Those of you who have friends on the team, make it clear to them that a loss is no excuse to miss class."

Professor Koller's warning for the absent players brought a smile to Lindsay's face. Her grin even caught Professor Koller's eye. "Fortunately, I see we have a member of the cheerleading squad near the back of the class."

Lindsay cleared her throat as she watched half the class of a hundred students turn to look at her. "The team was undefeated, 6-0, before this weekend."

"How would you characterize the probability of them winning the game last week?" Professor Koller asked.

"Well, each game is an independent event in theory but there are factors that affect the expected outcome," Lindsay proclaimed. "A good record raises expectations, making a loss surprising and disappointing."

"Much like having a good student sitting in the back of the class," Professor Koller stated sharply. She was pleased with Lindsay's answer but wanted to make sure the class, as a whole, knew she didn't miss a detail. She knew who was attending and where they usually sat. "I am certainly not one to place bets, but you'll notice the reading for this week is about the misperception of momentum in sports."

While the class was awed by the timing of Professor Koller's predetermined reading list, Lindsay wanted to burst out laughing. If only her professor knew Lindsay had bet her ass on the game. She wondered how that analysis would go.

The next two weeks were fairly uneventful. After getting into a fight with Jake, Lindsay didn't stick around when cheerleading practice finished on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The cheerleaders stopped going through their routines while the football players kept going through their drills.

"Hey, Lindsay," Stephanie called out. "Sorry, things didn't work out with Jake, but that doesn't mean you can't hang out with us. You're not leaving already, are you?"

"Thanks, Steph," Lindsay answered. She looked at the short, spunky blonde who was dating the quarterback, Brad. Lindsay smiled. Stephanie was sitting on a bench outside the locker room, watching the guys practice. Lindsay missed sitting on the bench, gossiping with Steph. She thought about sticking around for a bit, but then she saw the cowboy hat approaching from across the field. "I'd stay, but I don't really want to deal with Ms. You-know-who."

"Oh, Fiona," Stephanie uttered as she watched Lindsay point towards the sauntering cowboy hat. "Awkward."

"Yes," Lindsay sighed. "Call me and we'll hang out."

"Okay," Stephanie replied. She grinned, happy Lindsay was open to the idea of spending time together outside of practice.

Lindsay made her way to her Dodge Challenger in the parking lot. As she reached for her keys, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Lindsay, the cheerleader?" questioned a deep male voice.

Lindsay turned to see two neatly dressed men in their early thirties. "Yes, that's me," she answered while adjusting her Baylor Tech cheerleading top.

"Campus security. You'll need to come with us," one of the men declared.

"I've got a lot to do. What is all this about?" Lindsay asked, a sense of alarm rising in her voice.

"It shouldn't take long," one of the men offered. "The dean needs to speak with you."

"You guys don't look like security," Lindsay observed as she eyed the gentlemen.

One of the men flashed an official university ID. Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. The men agreed to let her put her bag in the trunk of her Dodge Challenger before escorting her to the Dean's office.

"Here's Lindsay," the campus security officer announced as he opened the Dean's office door.

Lindsay walked in and sat down in an open chair. The dean greeted her and pointed out two other men in the room. "This is Police Chief Conrad and you know Coach Aberdeen," Dean of Students Mr. Phillips began his introductions.

"Yes, I know Coach Aberdeen," Lindsay answered. She was worried and nervous. She wondered 'What the hell is going on? Why is the Police Chief here?' Lindsay squirmed in her seat. There was a long pause as the three men quietly took in the sight of the slightly flustered charismatic cheerleader.

"What's going on?" Lindsay asked, breaking the silent stares.

"Patience," Mr. Phillips uttered. "You'll find out soon."

Coach Aberdeen slid an empty chair from the side of the room so that it was next to Lindsay. "We are waiting for ..."

"Jake's here," the two campus security officers announced as they opened the office door. Jake walked in and sat down next to Lindsay.

Mr. Phillips waited for the two officers to leave before clearing his throat. "All right, you two. We have a situation on our hands."

Mr. Phillips went on to detail that he had learned about the wager Jake and Lindsay had arranged with the football players from Virginia University two weeks earlier. Police Chief Conrad outlined possible charges involved. Coach Aberdeen explained how their plan not only put the team at risk but it backfired, costing them the game.

Dean Phillips pointed out that doing what was best for Baylor Tech was of utmost importance. Jake was a valuable member of the team and Lindsay was a bright spot on the cheerleading squad. They were both being placed on a secret probation. Any further screwups would expel them from Baylor Tech.

Police Chief Conrad then directed Jake to go with the two campus security officers waiting outside the office. Conrad told Jake to return as soon as possible with the money from the wager.

"We admire your dedication to the team, don't we, gentlemen?" Coach Aberdeen announced once Jake had left the room. The Police Chief and Dean of Students both nodded.

"I was hoping to throw them off their game," Lindsay offered.

"Well, you put them on their game," Coach Aberdeen countered, his voice becoming agitated. "You gave them an incentive, not a distraction."

"And Jake being involved was a serious liability," Dean Phillips continued. "Player involvement in interference with another team could lead to a ban."

"The last thing I need right now is to have my star running back banned," Coach Aberdeen shouted.

"Let's not forget the legal consequences," Police Chief Conrad added.

"I guess we didn't realize all of that," Lindsay uttered, wiggling in her chair as she observed the intensity of their stares.

There was a knock at the door. The Police Chief stepped outside for a moment and returned, placing an envelope on the desk in front of Lindsay.

"The envelope is for you," Conrad declared. "It's the money your jerk of a boyfriend kept from you."

Lindsay picked up the envelope. "Oh, we broke up," Lindsay stated. "Jake's been seeing another girl."

"He wasn't jealous you met up with the players from Virginia University?" Dean Phillips asked as he moved his chair closer.

"Jealous?" Lindsay laughed. "Did you forget him telling you it was his idea in the first place?"

"I noted that," Police Chief Conrad answered as he glanced over his notebook. "Now can you explain how the figure of $6,000 was agreed upon?"

"I don't know," Lindsay lied.

"We would like to discuss how you could help out the school and the team," Conrad said sternly. "But, I am starting to have doubts about you."

"Young lady," Dean Phillips declared as he started to lean back in his chair. He paused until she locked eyes with him. "Do I need to remind you? You are here, at Baylor Tech, on a scholarship."

Lindsay felt the walls closing in on her. It was obvious the three men wanted more from her. She was pleasantly surprised by the Police Chief's thoughtful gesture in returning the money from Jake, but she didn't like that the other two were holding her college career over her.

As Lindsay adjusted in the wooden chair an idea flashed, she remembered what the undercover cops told her at the abandoned toy car factory. "The six thousand was sixty inches at a hundred an inch," Lindsay declared in a sexy tone as she let her eyes widen.

Lindsay was charming them now. She figured it was her turn to toy with them. "Yeah, those hunks from Virginia University claimed to have sixty inches of cock between the five of them." Lindsay paused as she observed the anticipation for more details. The men were almost drooling. "They were big guys but not that big," Lindsay laughed, feigning disappointment.

"They won the game so why did they pay?" Coach Aberdeen asked.

"I played the part of a hot slut pretty well," Lindsay continued. "They paid just to have a chance at playing with my hot ass if they won. They weren't supposed to win."

Lindsay watched closely and could tell the men were getting aroused. She looked at the Police Chief and played her card. "Eagle over Broadway," she declared.

Police Chief Conrad reacted as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head. "What?" he asked.

"You heard me, Conrad," Lindsay answered promptly.

"Guys, I need to have a word," Police Chief Conrad muttered. "In private."

The Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips, got up and walked toward the door. Coach Aberdeen stared lustfully at Lindsay, oblivious to what was going on.

Police Chief Conrad understood the confusion. "With her, not with you guys," Conrad snickered.

Coach Aberdeen snapped out of it and left the room.

"You could have mentioned that sooner," Conrad sighed.

Lindsay was happy the phrase worked. "Just seeing where you all were going," Lindsay said with newfound seriousness. "You are kind of cute and it was a nice touch for you to return that money." Lindsay smiled at Conrad and winked.

"Enough games. What's the deal?" Police Chief Conrad asked.

"Relax," Lindsay answered. "I thought it was slimy of those two to hold a college career over my head. I couldn't play along. I work for the feds."

"Fuck," Police Chief Conrad declared. "Now what?" He reached in his pocket for his phone.

"Don't panic," Lindsay answered quickly.

"I am not panicking," Conrad remarked. "I am just sick of this bullshit." He started to dial his phone.

"I am not investigating you or the school," Lindsay proclaimed.

"Okay, what are you doing?" Conrad asked.

Lindsay took a shot in the dark. "Look, it is no secret you are having trouble getting information on new trends in the drug trade," Lindsay explained. She watched Conrad's face turn from worry to intrigue. "Don't blow my cover with these guys."

"Gotcha," Conrad responded and then paused. "They were getting ready to ask you to get information on rival teams."

"Oh, really," Lindsay laughed. "I thought you guys were getting ready to bend me over that desk."

"Um," Conrad stammered. "You're pretty good at playing the cheerleader in trouble. Fuck."

"Look, if the new drugs are coming through this area I will find it," Lindsay said with confidence.

"Well, you fooled me. I am not easily fooled," Conrad remarked.

"Really?" Lindsay asked. She pushed her tits outward as she pulled down on her sweater. She couldn't help herself.

Conrad shook his head in frustration. He brought the other two men back in the room and explained the situation. "All right, gentlemen, I brought Lindsay up to speed on the program we would like her assistance with," Conrad proclaimed.

"You did?" Mr. Phillips asked. "I am a little confused."

"Don't be," Police Chief Conrad remarked with confidence. "She will also be helping me out with some matters I can't go into. I can reassure you she understands the importance of her assistance."

"Super," Coach Aberdeen exclaimed. "Some teams use decoy playbooks but they are easy to spot."

"Don't think of it as cheating," Mr. Phillips offered. "Some teams use drones and cameras."

"I am sure you will do just fine," Coach Aberdeen declared as he continued to admire Lindsay's stunning features.

"I will help the team," Lindsay detailed. "But you have to let me have freedom of movement."

"What do you mean?" Conrad asked.

Lindsay understood he was urging her to be specific. "Mr. Phillips, as Dean of Students, I don't want any hassle over hanging out with players from other schools. I know there are lots of funny rules about that sort of activity."

"Lindsay, you are free to associate with whoever you want," Mr. Phillips replied.

"Oh, that's good," Lindsay observed. "I don't want anyone like Fiona stirring up shit when I am trying to help out the team."

"Fiona?" Coach Aberdeen asked. "Has she been causing trouble?"

"She's good for the team spirit. Helps out with recruiting," Mr. Phillips laughed. "Don't worry, she won't bother you."

"Good, she acts like she is in charge," Lindsay remarked. She was pleased to learn one reason why Fiona had so much influence. "So, she helps with recruiting?"

Mr. Phillips nodded while Conrad flashed Lindsay a stern look.

"Lindsay assures me with our lockstep discretion she will be going all out to help the team. I will handle all the details. Playoffs start in four weeks. You can expect help a few weeks before that," Conrad muttered.

Police Chief Conrad walked Lindsay to her car. He made sure it was clear that she was to meet up with rival players before games. The goal was for Lindsay to get pictures of anything related to the players' playbooks. She would be on the lookout for any new drugs hitting the scene. Lindsay mentioned it would be nice to get a hold of a sample of the drugs so she would know what to look out for. Conrad told Lindsay he would look into it. He vowed to keep their conversation a secret.

Two weeks later, Lindsay found an envelope in her locker after cheerleading practice. There was a note inside and two small dark plastic bags. The note read "Big game next week at Louisiana. Team likes to hang out at the Blue Hornet Pub after practice. Do your thing. PS. two samples included. Very strong. The green bag is what makes guys very aggressive and the blue bag makes women very sexual."

Lindsay left for Louisiana the next morning. By 8 p. m. she was sitting at the bar of the Blue Hornet Pub.

"Great night, fine lady," whistled a chiseled muscle-bound football player.

"Hey, stud. You just finished practice?" Lindsay asked.

"Practice. Oh, not me. Some of my boys are on the team," beamed the large African American. He moved closer to Lindsay.

"I see," Lindsay said as she looked the man up and down. She began to flirt with him with her eyes.

"My name is Derek," he whispered in her ear as he placed his massive hand on her arm.

Lindsay gently caressed his arm with the index finger of her other hand, "I am Lindsay," she said.

"You new in town?" Derek asked.

"Sure am. It's nice," Lindsay proclaimed as she looked into Derek's eyes.

"Welcome, welcome," Derek remarked, smiling back at Lindsay.

Lindsay continued to softly move her finger up and down Derek's arm. "Maybe you can show me around," Lindsay remarked.

"I'd be happy to," Derek smiled back at Lindsay. "Let me get you a drink."

Lindsay downed the drink she had and agreed. She went to the restroom while Derek went to the bar. Lindsay was feeling a little wild and decided to try some of the powder Police Chief Conrad had put in one of the plastic bags. It was stronger than what she had tried at the abandoned toy car factory. She reapplied some lipstick and felt a tingle down her spine as she returned to the bar. Derek was talking with two football players when she joined them in a booth.

"Lindsay, here is your drink," Derek announced as he handed her an Irish Car Bomb. "My two boys here are Walter and Steve."

Lindsay downed her drink, spilling part of it on Walter. Lindsay leaned over to lap up some of the spilled drink with her table napkin. Walter pretended to push Lindsay's head up and down while laughing at Derek and Steve.

Lindsay was starting to feel very frisky. She went to dab Walter's pants with her table napkin and her hand ended up gliding along Walter's cock. Lindsay looked up at Walter and he smiled confidently.

Lindsay maintained eye contact and put her hand back on Walter's cock.

"That Irish Car Bomb got to me a little," Lindsay announced as she continued to rub on Walter's cock.

"Lindsay, I promised to show you around," Derek declared. "Steve's place is across the street."

"Let's go," Lindsay whispered as she looked at each of them. Lindsay squeezed Walter's cock as she got up. Walter grabbed her hand as they walked across the street. Steve led the way up the long flight of stairs as Derek, Lindsay, and Walter followed. Once they got upstairs, Lindsay and Walter sat down on the couch while Derek and Steve went into the kitchen. Lindsay and Walter started tongue kissing. Walter stuck his hands up Lindsay's shirt and started squeezing her large tits. Lindsay started to moan as Walter began pinching Lindsay's nipples.

The pair separated slightly when the other two came back into the room.

"Lindsay, how about another Irish Car Bomb?" Derek asked with a wide smile as he observed Lindsay's bra had been loosened.

Lindsay laughed, "Whoops," she said. Lindsay paused and adjusted her sweater. "You got anything special to go with that car bomb?"

"Lindsay, I think we might, but you're going to make Derek here sad," Steve joked.

"How's that?" Lindsay asked, feigning innocence.

"I was enjoying your touch but now you seem to be hands-on with Walter," Derek remarked. "What happened?"

Lindsay blushed. I guess that Irish Car Bomb at the bar got the best of me.

"You poured most of it on Walter," Derek pointed out.

"Oh yeah," Lindsay replied, biting her lip. "I was just trying to mop up my drink."

"Is that what she was doing?" Steve asked Walter.

"Guys, relax," Walter uttered. "Lindsay has magic hands."

"Really?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yes," Derek answered. "She does."

Lindsay got up and walked over to Steve and slowly traced her index finger up and down Steve's muscle-bound arm.

"How about that drink?" Derek asked while winking at Lindsay. "With some spice."

"Okay. I won't spill this one, but you'll have to forgive me if I flirt with your friends," Lindsay remarked.

"Well, you better do more than just flirt with them," Derek commanded.

Lindsay downed her shot. She felt an immediate rush. "Make me," Lindsay growled. She got up and twirled around the room.

"Feeling good?" Walter asked.

"Hell, yeah," Lindsay exclaimed. "I am feeling very nice. Wow that spice you added is heightening my senses."

"Lindsay, why don't you show us how you were cleaning Walter's pants," Derek commanded.

Lindsay blushed as she dropped to her knees. "Well, I don't have a table napkin."

"Use your sweater," Steve urged.

Lindsay got close to Walter's crotch and started to rub the edge of her sweater on his pants.

"Take your sweater off," Derek demanded.

Lindsay removed her sweater exposing her large breasts in a very tight silk bra. Her nipples were extremely hard. "I was trying to mop up my drink and my hand slipped." Lindsay dropped her sweater and started playing with Walter's cock through his pants.

"What are you doing now?" Steve asked.

"I am touching his cock," Lindsay moaned. "Fuck. Your cock is getting so big," Lindsay whispered as she looked into Walter's eyes.

"Close your eyes," Derek directed as he got behind Lindsay. Derek removed her bra and started to squeeze her nipples.

"Oh, that feels so good," Lindsay wailed.

Steve started working some aloe butter into her tits as Derek started to massage Lindsay's back.

Lindsay could hear a series of flies unzipping. She was getting so aroused she felt like she came already as she felt the head of a cock rubbing on her back.

"Let Walter fuck your tits," Derek urged.

Lindsay bit her lip and nodded.

She felt her breasts being pushed together as Walter's throbbing cock nestled itself between her tits. Walter began pumping away. Lindsay let spit drool out her mouth onto Walter's bulging black cock.

"Oh, that's it, push your tits together," Walter announced as the head of his cock started bouncing off Lindsay's chin. She lowered her head and took Walter's cock into her mouth. Walter moaned deeply as Lindsay began to bob up and down the length of Walter's cock.

Steve was now underneath Lindsay. He pulled her pants down as he brought his mouth over Lindsay's slit. Steve used his fingers to rub Lindsay's clit as his tongue started tracing circles on her thighs.

Derek began to aggressively bounce his cock on the back of Lindsay's neck.

Lindsay began to moan with pleasure as Steve pushed his tongue into her dripping wet pussy. "Fuck, right there. That feels so good. You guys are getting me so turned on."

"You're getting turned on?" Derek asked as he started pushing his fingers together sharply with her nipples in between.

Lindsay bit her lip hard and moaned. "I want you guys to fuck me. Make me your fuck slut."

"Play with yourself," Walter commanded.

Lindsay put her hands on her pussy and paused.

"Use this," Steve asserted as he tossed Lindsay a large dildo. It was a brand new 8-inch dildo that was very thick.

Lindsay licked the dildo and started to slowly play with her pussy.

Derek got down on the ground and started licking Lindsay's pussy. Lindsay leaned backward against the couch as Derek started lapping up her wet pussy juices. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You are making me cum!!" Lindsay's legs shook while the three men observed Lindsay's beautiful body.

"Now play with yourself," Walter directed.

Lindsay liked being told what to do. She pushed the large dildo into her pussy. Her eyes widened as she could tell their cocks were getting harder the more she played with herself.

"We are going to fuck you so hard," Derek promised as Lindsay continued to move the large black dildo in and out of her pussy.

"You guys like watching the big black dildo moving in my pussy?" Lindsay moaned as she started grinding on it. "Fuck, this dildo is big."

"You are getting my cock so fucking hard," Derek yelled.

Lindsay started cumming again as she continued thrusting the dildo in and out of her snatch. The smell of pre-cum was intoxicating. She couldn't think of anything else but being stuffed full by the large cocks that were being stroked rapidly in front of her.

"Feeling nasty?" Walter asked.

Lindsay nodded and started licking her pussy juices off the big dildo.

"Sit on the dildo," Derek ordered.

"Do it. Do it," Walter added.

Lindsay blushed and started rubbing the dildo on her asshole. She squatted over the dildo and slowly lowered her ass over the top of it. "It's really big," Lindsay whispered as the head was now pushing into her asshole.

"Tell us how much you want to get fucked in the ass," Derek commanded.

"I want to get fuck," Lindsay whispered. She bit her lip hard and pushed the head of the dildo into her ass. "Oh, fuck, that's big. So big. I want to get my ass fucked."

"Come here, Lindsay," Derek uttered as he pulled her toward him.

Lindsay let the dildo slide out of her ass as she got on top of Derek. He slowly positioned himself so his cock was on her asshole. Lindsay moaned as she felt the sting of his cock entering her ass.

"Fuck, your cock is filling me up," Lindsay wailed. "It stings."

"This will help," Steve said as he pushed Lindsay down further on Derek's cock while applying a fast-moving Hitachi wand to her pussy.

"Wow. Whoa. Holy shit. Holy shit, that feels good," Lindsay panted as another powerful orgasm was building.

She came hard as she felt the head of Walter's cock pushing against her slit. "I am fucking cumming again. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Pound my fucking pussy with your big cock."

Walter and Derek didn't pause for Lindsay to recover from her orgasm. While Steve was holding Lindsay steady and making out with her, Derek and Walter started pounding away at Lindsay's holes. Walter could feel Lindsay's pussy getting wetter and wetter.

"Oh, that feels so good. Fuck yeah. Stretch my pussy out," Lindsay blared as she moaned and howled. "Oh, you are fucking me so good with your big cocks."

Derek and Walter paused briefly as they lined both their cocks up with Lindsay's pussy. She wasn't sure what was happening until she felt both cocks ramming into her snatch. Her eyes rolled back as she started cumming on the two cocks fighting to go deeper inside. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Pound that fucking pussy. You're making me cum again."

As Lindsay started shaking again, Walter and Derek pulled out of her pussy and yanked themselves to orgasm shooting thick ropes of cum all over Lindsay's warm pussy lips. They both came a lot. The sight was too much for Steve. He started jacking off all over Lindsay's face as her tongue danced in the air trying to catch as much cum as she could.