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Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 04:47:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: k s <iwnt2burb@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Cheer

Hey every one!  This is one of the first stories I put up on here.  I added
four at the same time and there are alot more in the works.  The four I added
were Meeting the Team, Doughboy, Stand In, and Turning Sixteen.  It's two days
later and I'm now adding this one.  I would really appreciate your feedback
just email me at iwnt2burb@yahoo.com.  This, just so you know isn't my main
email so I may not reply immediately.  I hope you like my story.


So, I'm thinking about turning this one into a series two, and left myself a
lot of options.  If you want more of this one email me.  It contains m/f and is
voyeur.  Sry if I didn't hit the mark but again, I was trying to set it up for
a sequel.

            "Ok, everyone, we need to be back in an hour, and
we'll go over the whole thing.  Depending on how it looks, we may get out
then," there was a sigh from some of the fliers, there were a couple of newer
kids that took forever to learn new routines.  All the fliers were usually fast
learners.
"Can we leave?"  One of the girls called,
"Don't you always?"
I smiled, most of them left immediately, still in their shorts and T-shirts.  I
caught a glimpse of Emily, and Donovan.  Donovan's Dad had called and
instructed me to follow him.  He guessed Donovan was up to something and he
wanted me to find out exactly what.  I was going to just ask, and then I
decided to follow them and then ask later.  That way I'd know for sure.
Emily
and Don went out the door and I waited for a while before following.  When I
got out the door, they were at the end of the block; they'd been walking
quickly.  I darted down the block as they turned the corner, making sure to
stay close to the road.  I had planned on going across the road and following
them from there.
The problem was, they were moving fast and were making lots
of different turns.  Finally they stopped.  After looking around a couple of
times, they darted across the street and into the park.  It wasn't a little
kid park, as a matter of fact, it had no equipment at all.  There were only
trees, benches, and trails.  It had a lot of privacy because of the dense trees
and small clearings.
They started on the main trail, and quickly branched off
onto smaller ones.  They kept getting further away from me because I wanted no
one to see me.  I kept stopping to decide weather I should follow them from the
secrecy of the trees.  I decided not to because of the risk they'd hear me.  I
followed very close to the trees though.  I needn't worry though, they
weren't paying attention to anything.  The two stepped off the trail and into
the trees.  I followed slowly.
I stopped, not hearing twigs being broken ahead
of me.  As a matter of fact, there was no sound.  Taking careful steps, I made
my way forward.  I could see now why I hadn't heard anything there was a
clearing.  Don and Emily were kissing.  Emily giggled, and backed away.  She
dropped the oversized purse she was carrying and dug a blanket out of it,
"So, did you talk to Kris?"  They were referring to me.
"About what?"  she
hadn't talked to me all week.  She sat down on the blanket, and pushed back
her blonde hair from her eyes.
"About the dance team,"  Don sat down beside
Emily,
"No, I told you, I'm not going to do it,"
"But he's been dancing
for ever, and so have you.  He could really help you with making up a team, and
choreography, and all that dancer stuff,"  Emily placed her hand on Don's
lips,
"I told you I'm not going to do it, and I don't want to talk about
that"  I frowned, they snuck off everyday, and Don's dad wanted me to follow
them, for them to talk?
"But what I do want to talk about is,"  I started to
turn away, "What we talked about last time,"
"But we didn't talk last
time,"   I stopped in my tracks,
"Exactly,"  I turned back around to see
Emily pulling Don's shirt off.  They locked lips, and Don's hand instantly
found it's way under Emily's shirt.  I could see his hand move from rubbing
her stomach to fondling her breast.  Emily's hand crept up Don's leg and to
the bulge of a crotch he had.  She unzipped his zipper and stuck her hand into
his shorts.  He was the only guy on the entire squad that wore shorts with a
zipper.  Everyone else wore track pants and jocks.  Seconds later, they'd both
stripped everything off and Emily was atop of Don, kissing him.
Don's hands
flew across her back and butt, massaging, grabbing and fondling.  They rolled
over and he sat back on his knees between her legs.  He smiled down at her and
then repositioned her.  His back was to me, when he scooted back, bent over,
and began eating her out.  Her moans of ecstasy filtered over to me.  I could
see his shaved balls, hard cock and nice small puckering hole clearly from
where I was.  Briefly I thought of walking over to where he was and eating him
out.  It was only briefly though.  The thought was trashed as soon as I thought
about how big and protective his dad was.
I contented myself with sticking my
right hand down my pants.  I groped my crotch, making shivers fly through my
body.  Turning my attention back to the interaction at hand, I saw one of
Emily's hands, fly up and down Don's back.  She probably was holding herself
up with the other.  I saw her move, she was laying back down and she pulled Don
up to her face.  I couldn't tell if she was kissing him or talking to him.  I
could hear mumbling so I knew they were talking.
Emily's hands continued to
roam, getting closer and closer to Don's butt.  He positioned himself, holding
himself up over her with one hand and holding his cock with the other.  Her
hands grabbed his butt and pulled him into her.  I could hear both of them
moan.  After a couple of slow thrusts from the nicely shaved and sized cock he
began slamming into her.  She was whimpering at every slapping sound.
The
sound was wet with what I guessed to be his precum and her juices.   It was
erotic all in itself.his head dipped ad I could hear her yelling,
"Harder,
HARDER,"  her legs wrapped around his waist and began digging into his back.
"Are you gonna do it?"  I heard him growl.  Don's body was shaking with
every thrust.
"Y... yeah!  Oh god yes!"  he slammed into harder, and her
legs unwrapped from around him.  He slowed,
"Are you sure?"  he asked
panting,  I couldn't see the response but I guess she'd nodded.  He pulled
out, and was on his hands and knees above her, "You positive?"
"Do it
before I change my mind,"  I heard her whisper.  His face dropped down, kissed
her and he quickly moved.  He started talking,
"I've been talking to people
about it on the net, and looking at pictures,"  He moved her, infront of him,
sitting on the blanket,
"The best way, that I've seen was this one,"  He
lifted her up, and held her poised above his rod, I now knew what they were
talking about.  He grabbed his cock, and held it upright, pulling her cheeks
apart,
"Now when it starts hurting, you stop,"  he instructed, "push like
your taking a dump,"  she nodded, and held herself, still dangling above his
schlong.  "I'm going to get the head in and go in when you adjust,"  this
kid was going to fuck Emily's ass.  Why hadn't he asked me?  I'm
experienced, it'd been better.    My left hand replaced my right groping my
crotch, and my right slid around to my ass.  I caressed it.
Don lowered Emily
until she was sitting on his head,
"Now start pushing,"  I put my fingers at
the entrance to my hole, and pushed in with their sow motion.  I fondled my
balls at the same time.  Slowly, his cock entered, what I imagined to be her
tight wet, hot hole.  It probably was, she seemed to be a virgin.  They
stopped, and sat there for a while.    She whimpered and even whelped a little
as she started back down.  He was moaning the entire time, restraining himself
from ramming into her.  In my fantasy, I was being fucked by him and fucking
her simultaneously.
She finally reached the base, and sat there a while.
Slowly, she rose again, and got to the head.  Don, never one with patience,
rammed to the hilt as she started back down.  He then began pumping, with her
yelling, and whimpering.  She looked as if she was trying to move away from his
assaulting cock.What was probably happening was that he'd read books about gay
people having sex, and men have a prostate.  This gave them their pleasure from
anal sex whereas in women, there was no prostate, thus no pleasure.  Don was
having the time of his life while Emily was in pain.
"ohhh... Ohhh god"  he
yelled, the rhythmic slapping resumed, and he was again ramming into her.
"Aww fuck I'm going to cum,"
"Wait,"  she yeleld, she reached back with
one arm and held him down, awa from her
"What the hell!"  he yelled.  Emily
moved away from him,
"We agreed Don!"  Emily began pulling on her clothes
"What?"  the kid was dumbfounded, as Emily pulled up her shorts.
:"You
don't remember?"  she let out a growl snatching up her bra and shirt.  It hit
him like a ton of bricks,
"Oh that?  Come on Em, " he pleaded, "I just got
caught up in everything,"  she grabbbed her bag and limped off,
"Emily, Em,
come on,"  he yeleld after her.  He was going to have a serious case of blue
balls.  He sat there for a minute staring down at his cock, and then looking
towards the area where she stormed off to.  He grabbed his cock, and bent his
legs at the knee, holding himself up with his left hand.  He started stroking
slowly, and began moaning.  Lying back, he reached down and fondled his balls,
grappling and moving them around.  I did the same, moving both of my hands to
the front.
He was fucking his fists, this cock seemed to be a little longer
than his fist, about six inches.  He brought his left hand back again and began
pumping harder.  His moans became louder, and his breaths shallower.  This kid
was really working himself.  His left hand came up under his left leg, and
began fondling his balls under hand. He even pulled on them, and I copied his
movements a little.  I stared as his hand dropped to massage the area between
his sac and crack.  He then began rubbing, it and rocked onto his back.  His
thumb quickly disappeared into his hole.  Seconds later, another did and he was
fucking himself on the two digits.  He was moaning and tugging on his pole
hard.
Finally he couldn't take it, let out a yelp and shot four healthy shots
up and over his head.  The rest dribbled over his cock.  I stopped, not wanting
to have the explosive orgasm I always have and be found out, and quickly
readjusted myself.  I quickly made my way through the city and to the studio, a
bout five minutes before Don.  I had a small smirk on my face for the rest of
practice.