Message-ID: <6796eli$9712291116@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: JohnnyD@cryogen.com (Johnny D.) Subject: {ASS} Cheerleader With No Panties - by Johnny D. (spam-inspired humour) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: johnnyd@cryogen.com X-Posting-Agent: RISC OS Newsbase 0.59f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971227.164109.16@cryogen.com> Here's another story I planned to write for the "Exploding Nipples" spam-inspired story contest, but I have only now had time to knock it together. And this is an adult story, blah-blah-blah. Don't read it if you're not over 18, or whatever the legal limit is in your part of the world. Cheerleaders. I look down my spamkiller's log and what do I see? "Cheerleaders In Heat Want You!" posted by FuckMyCunt@prodigy.com. And many others. And the number of cheerleader sex stories posted is simply unbelievable. Cheerleaders everywhere. And I don't get it. Dress a girl in jumper, short skirt and socks and she's 10 times sexier? I don't think so; you see : I LIKE 'EM NAKED, ME! :-) Ah well, I suppose cheerleader-fetish will just have to remain another mystery to me; like scat and like the Spice Girls. No great loss. I suppose I'd better give credit to the things that inspired this story: with the exception of the original spam, I've drawn mainly upon the Superman movies, and the last line comes from a scene in the Batman movie (the Adam West/Burt Ward one, not the more recent Michael Keaton version!). CHEERLEADER WITH NO PANTIES =========================== by Johnny D. The stockings made his skin itch. He scratched his face nervously, careful not to rip the makeshift mask. Wouldn't do for the cameras to see his real face. The movement caused his shotgun to waver slightly, looping tiny circles about the manager's chest. He took in both hands, steadied it. Wouldn't do to show weakness now. Not when they were so close. He glanced across. "Faster! Faster!" Paul was yelling at the teller, the woman not shovelling notes into his bag as quickly as his friend would like. Out of the corner of his eye, the manager edging to the left! He focussed his attention on the little man, looking him straight in the eye. The manager looked back. "Come on, come on, quicker you bitch!" Too long... it was taking too long! They had to get away before- The doors slammed open. "That's enough boys, party's over!" No! She was standing in the doorway, hands on hips, with the sun shining from behind her, silhouetting her upper thighs through the pleats of her short skirt, causing the red and gold of her sweater to glow; radiance matched by her curls of brunette hair. "No!" snarled Paul, raising his gun towards her. She waggled her finger at him, tut-tutting, an indulgent smile playing on her lips, and Paul wavered. Then she spun herself around, bent down to touch her toes, flicking her skirt up over her cute behind. Long legs stretched from said behind all the way to the tops of her short socks. Straight down. And between those lily-white legs, just peeking out, her furred little mound; her pale pussy; her exotic emptiness. So lovely, so desirable, so soft, so dreamy, so pale, so welcoming, so... Paul was holding something long and cylindrical and it wasn't his gun. Shook his head, trying to shake some sense into his enraptured neurons. He had to move, push past the girl, get away! And then she reached back and started to rub her ass. He half-glanced down and was unsurprised to see his cock, engorged to its full seven inches, in his hand. Her fingers were brushing over her mound now. His fingers were stroking his hardness at full tilt. Her fingertips just running over her labia. His fist clenched around his cock tighter than he could ever have imagined. Her fingers gently parting her lower lips. Paul exploded noisily. His hips bucking into his tight-clenched hand. Her fingernail running forward along her slit, seeking out - Hurrrhhh!!! He felt his balls clench, his cock strain, his whole body spasm, as he experienced the most intense moment of his life; he felt as if his mind, his emotions, his soul were being shot from his member along with gallons and gallons of sticky white spume. When he came to he found himself on his knees, his trousers around his ankles, before a puddle of his ejaculate. He heard a click as handcuffs were fastened around his wrists, miranda rights echoed in his ears. He was dimly aware of being carried off into a police van, his legs too weak to bear him. But mostly, he just knew that he was knackered. The policeman had watched as the van carried the robbers off to their incarceration. Now, he turned to the architect of their capture, trying his very hardest not to stare at her voluptuous, mountainous, pert, soft, generous breasts. Oops. "Thank you again, Cheerleader With No Panties, we'd never have caught them if it hadn't been for you." The Cheerleader smiled, her lips parting to reveal faultless white teeth. "It's all in a day's work for every super hero. But now you must excuse me; somewhere, a crime is being committed!" And with that she was off, soaring high into the sky. The policeman watched her fly off over the city, the gentle breeze fluttering her skirt, her legs slightly parted and just visible between them - He sensed beside him the bank manager, still agog from what he had witnessed. "You know," he said, trying to take his mind off that glimpse of the Cheerleader's perfect teenaged twat. "It gives a man a warm feeling to know she's up there doing her job. Sexier than a streaking {insert author of choice} Causes cums more powerful than a locomotive, Able to make cocks tall with a single glance, It's... THE CHEERLEADER WITH NO PANTIES!!! *************** Well, at least it's short! This only took a couple of hours to write, but if you should have any comments, good or bad, then I can be emailed at JohnnyD@cryogen.com. Who knows, if you write to me I might write back... Oh yes, and my other stories can be found on my website, the URL of which is http://www.cryogen.com/JohnnyD/. (And I'll actually get around to updating it in a couple of weeks.) I really can't be bothered to write a long afterword for a story this short, so I'll leave it there. Time to click "forward" and see what the next story is... *************** COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This story remains at all times the exclusive copyright of the author known as Johnny D. You, the reader, is hereby granted permission to keep a private copy of this story, and to make paper copies for your own personal use only; however, my authorship and this warning must NOT be removed from the manuscript. You may show this story to other people individually. You may NOT distribute the story publically without my permission. This includes (but is not limited to): placing the story on a web site, FTP site, mailserver; posting in to a mailing list or newsgroup; putting it on a CD-ROM. Do any of these without my say so and I will be very angry. In other words, if you want to use this story for anything, you have to ask me first. [note to Eli the Bearded: you have my permission to place this story on the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive in perpetuity.] -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |