The Cheerleader Harem – Part 2

Adult stories: The Cheerleader Harem – Part 2

by Rich Richardson

Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Males / Female

Hey, real quick I just wanted to say how great the response was to me reposting the first chapter. My biggest fear was having the comments filled with people shouting “STOLEN REPOST”, and I’m so glad to see that that didn’t happen. Thank you for being supportive. Unfortunately, at the time of writing this the story still isn’t finished, but there are new chapters coming out along with this one, and I hope you enjoy them. Happy Reading 🙂
“Was it Kelsie? Brianna? Gretchen?”

“None of them.”


She said the name just as I unlocked the door, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“No fucking way. You fucked Amanda?”

“I just… I didn’t really…”

“What, you just fisted her?”

“No… it was only, like, two fingers.”

Emma collapsed on my bed, with all of her clothes still on. “Come here.” I sat down next to her, intending to eventually leave and sleep on the couch, but she pulled me down so that I was laying next to her, with her arms wrapped around me.

“Get close to me. You’re warm.”

“Let go of me. You’re drunk.”

Eventually, I stopped fighting it and let her snuggle up to me. Although, it’s not as if I didn’t enjoy it. I just felt weird being this close to a girl that I wasn’t trying to sleep with, even if I had groped her ass earlier that night. If only I had known what our relationship would turn into later, I might have tried making a move on her sooner.

Anyway, back to Amanda’s story.

Once Emma woke up the next morning, she started frantically trying to piece together exactly why the head cheerleader was so into me.

“Maybe her boyfriend has some kind of disorder and can’t get it up.”

“I’m sure that’s the right answer,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She could be doing this on a dare; or maybe she’s being paid?”

“I already told you, it’s probably because I didn’t throw myself at her like all those other guys.”

“Huh, maybe you’re right. Maybe she likes guys who are jerks.”

“Jerks? I never said I was…”

“She must respond to mean guys that are also strong and confident.” I was fairly certain she wasn’t even listening to me at this point, but I was also a little flattered that she had called me strong and confident. I was thinking of finally putting an end to her brainstorming, but my phone did that for me, when it started buzzing.

“Can I get my underwear back?” the text message read.

“OMG, is that her? Does she want you? Is she inviting you over? Don’t forget to be a jerk!”

“Shut up,” I told her while typing. “She’s coming over.”

“Pull her hair. I heard she likes that.”

“Go home, Emma.”

“Fine, but I want every detail. Text me as soon as it happens. In fact, text me during.” I locked her out before she could ask for a play-by-play.

“Take a deep breath,” I told myself, but it was no use. Emma had completely undermined my confidence. Before she got here, I felt like I was on top of the world. I had the head cheerleader’s underwear in my pocket. Now, the only thing I was confident of was that all women were crazy. In fact, I still kinda think that.

Before I knew it, the doorbell was ringing and Amanda was marching across my living room floor in six inch heels and a skirt that was somehow even shorter than the last one.

“This is where you live?”

“Yup, this is it.”

Awkward silence fell over the room. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have that same confidence I had had last night.

“Are you going to give me my panties back or not?”

“What? Oh, right.” I pulled her underwear out of my pocket and handed them back to her. She quickly snatched them and shoved them into her purse.

“Bye, loser.”

She started to walk off, acting just pretentious as she had at the start of last night, but something snapped in me when I heard the word ‘loser’, and I think it was the same thing that snapped when I heard her call Emma a slut.

I slammed the door closed as she tried to open it, and leaned into it so she couldn’t go.

“What the hell is your problem?” she asked me, angrily.

“What’s my problem? I should be asking you that. One moment you’re a total bitch, the next moment we’re making out behind a frat house and in the next we’re back where we started.”


“So, I want to know why that happened. Why would you be attracted to someone like me?”

She looked confused, but still incredibly angry. “Why do you care? Maybe there isn’t a reason for it.”

“There has to be a reason and it’s driving me crazy. I can’t stop trying to figure out why would you ever be attracted to me. Is it because I said I didn’t want you? Is it because I was mean? Do you just like cheating on your boyfriend?”

“Well, maybe I’ve been asking myself the same thing. Maybe I’ve been wondering why you’re attracted to me.” I was completely taken off guard when she said that. “Maybe… maybe I’m impressed by someone who can have a friend on the cheerleading squad and also hang out with geeks.

Maybe between all the drinking and popularity and guys fighting over me, I like seeing that there are still people who don’t care about that; who do their own thing and don’t give a shit about anyone else. Maybe I don’t think I should be with someone like you because I’m so…” She struggled with the last word, but finally managed to whisper it, “…plastic.”

Suddenly, everything was put into perspective, and I felt like an absolute moron for ever letting Emma convince me that I needed to be a jerk to impress a girl.

“I’ll go, if you want me to,” she said, sadly, but I didn’t want her to go at all.

I kissed her softly, wanting nothing more than to hold her close. She pulled at my clothing, wanting to pick up where we left off last night.

Her intentions were made clear as she pulled my shirt over my head, but my response to that wasn’t to touch her. Instead, I pulled her underwear out of her purse and told her flatly, “These now belong to me.”

As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I pulled at the waistband of her skirt and dropped it to the ground, right there by the front door. Soon there was a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom; her shirt, my pants, her bra, my boxers. By the time we got there, the only piece of clothing left on was her underwear, which seemed just a tad ironic.

“Don’t you want to take those off?” I asked her, as my cock swung free.

“Maybe, but I think I have to take care of something first.”

She got down onto her knees, kneeling in front of me. At this point, I was so hard my dick felt like stone. I wanted so badly to see her velvet lips wrapped around it, but she still remembered the teasing I had given to her pussy, and was determined to give me the same. One finger slowly slid down my member, before running all the way back up. Her tongue flicked across the head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

She looked up at me and smiled, knowing how much I wanted to be inside her. Her tongue came out again as she licked the head, before swallowing it in a single attempt.

I groaned as I felt her soft mouth run up and down my shaft. She knew just how to tease me, switching her quick strokes to long, smooth ones as I came close to climaxing.

She continued to suck my long, hard cock, but soon I saw that her fingers were rubbing her clit harder and harder.

I placed a hand on her cheek and slowly pulled her off my member, a string of saliva and semen still hanging between her lips and my cock.

She hopped onto the bed, her perfect body laid out before me. I loved every single inch of her, and wouldn’t have changed a single thing.

I kissed her stomach, and slowly made my way down her body. I slowly removed her panties, revealing her womanhood to me Her back arched the moment my lips touched it, and she shook like a woman possessed as my tongue entered her pussy.

Soon, my face was soaked with her juices. My middle finger was deep inside her and my tongue was tickling and teasing her clit. Amanda writhed and moaned in pleasure, but soon I felt my cock aching to force it’s way inside of her cunt.

I climbed on top of her, aligning myself with her warm, wet pussy as I did, but I felt her hold me back when the tip of my cock was inches away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried that I had done something wrong or gone farther than she had wanted.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked her, frustrated at being so close to her entrance, but unable to push inside.

“Tell me.”

She relinquished just enough to allow me to feel myself brushing against her pussy lips, teasing my cock-head as it rubbed against her lips.

“I want inside.”

“You can do better than that.”

“I want to be inside you.”

“Tell me more.”

“You know this isn’t funny, right?”

“It is to me.”

Seconds before I plunged into her, she put a hand on the back of my neck and told me one last time. “Tell me what you want.”

“I am desperate to fuck you.”

My rock-hard cock plunged inside her tight pussy, making her gasp and allowing me to finally feel her wrapped around my dick.

“Oh shit,” she said, her nails digging into my back.

After all this waiting and teasing, Amanda’s cunt was finally mine, and I pounded the head cheerleader’s pussy without mercy.

In less than a minute, I felt her writhe as an orgasm overtook her, nearly having to bite into my shoulder to keep from screaming out loud.

I kept thrusting into her over and over, enjoying every moment of being in her, until I started to feel my climax approaching. I started to slow down, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and said, “Don’t you dare stop. Give it to me harder, and stay inside.”

I fucked her with brand new intensity, pushing through the pain as my legs started to grow tired. Her screams of pleasure kept me motivated as I forced the walls of her pussy apart, giving her the fullness she desired.

“I’m about to cum,” I warned her.

“Really? Are you gonna come inside me?”

“Can I?”

She raised an eyebrow at me, trying to clue me in on what she had actually meant.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll cum inside you until your pussy is overflowing.”

“Oh, yes!” I could see her getting turned on at the thought of me cumming, which turned me on even more. Soon, we were both on the edge.

“Keep fucking me! I’m so close to my second.”

“I’m close too.”

It was hard to form words. The pleasure of having my manhood stretching her out was almost too much to bear.

“I can feel you hitting my stomach.”

“You’ll only get fuller once I dump my cum inside your pussy.”

That was what finally sent her over the edge, and she came just seconds before I did.

“Oh, shit!”

“Fuck yes!”

Her pussy clamped down on me, milking out every ounce of cum until she really did start to overflow. I could feel our juices pouring out as I flooded her womb with more and more warm cum.

“Oh shit, my cunt is gonna be so sore tomorrow.”

I laughed, pulling my limp cock out of her and laying down by her side.

“I need to clean up,” she said, giving me a peck on the lips and then climbing out of bed. “You made a mess in me.”

I couldn’t argue with that. A slurry of our juices was splattered across her thighs, but I still felt pretty proud of myself. That had easily been the best sex of my life.

I quickly used some tissues by the bed to wipe off my dick before pulling out my phone. “You’re on the pill, right?” I called out while looking at my inbox. Unsurprisingly, I had a new text from Emma.

“Of course. I think every girl I know is on it. At least, all the ones in my sorority and the cheer squad.”

Amanda came back a moment later, holding her phone out as well.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked her.

“No one, just checking my messages. Matt texted me.”

My cock twitched as if it was trying to get hard again, but I was incapable after that intense fuck-session.

“Does that excite you?” she asked.

“I think so. I don’t normally bang girls who are taken.”

“Well, aren’t you cheating on Emma?”

“Emma?” I almost started laughing. “We’re not dating.”

“Huh, I guess I figured we were both cheating. Oh well, I was thinking of breaking up with Matt anyway.”

She never ended up actually breaking up with him, Amanda was sneakier than that. She met up with him the next day and, I’m not kidding here, these were the exact words she said to him.

“Matt, I think we should have an open relationship. I’m worried that one woman just isn’t enough to satisfy you.”

Of course, the captain of the football team was happy to attest to that, and he agreed, never knowing that she had already fucked someone else and that he had unintentionally given us permission to keep doing it, guilt free.

“I think I know how to handle him,” she told me, nuzzling into my chest. She looked so cute when she was plotting her manipulations.

As for me, my cock was spent, my legs were sore and all I wanted to do was curl up with her and fall asleep.

However, before I did that, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Emma.

“It just happened.”


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