The cheerleader goes first

The day I sat detention I hope you enjoy this one

This story follows the events of this story here: /2025/09/story-42913

It was about three months after I had raped Mis Thompson. I was still mesmerized by her round bubble butt, but now she had a new curve to look at. She turned sideways as she was explaining a new algebra problem. The swell of her baby bump made her look really sexy. I overheard some conversation about a party that was going to be held at Jennefer Park's house. Her parents were away on business.

The bass thumped through the mansion’s walls like a second heartbeat. Outside, palm trees swayed under string lights, casting long shadows across the driveway packed with expensive cars. I adjusted my cheap blazer—borrowed, too big at the shoulders—and walked straight past the bouncer checking a list. Confidence, I’d learned, was the best disguise.

Inside, the air was thick with sweat, cologne, and the sharp tang of cheap champagne. Football jerseys and cheer uniforms blurred together in a kaleidoscope of school colors. And there she was—Jennifer Park. She was laying across the couch, on her stomach. the edge of the couch lifting her ass into the air nicely. Damn that was a nice ass. Her boyfriend was holding her head down on his cock. She was holding the shaft of his cock preventing him from choking her as he tried to force her head down on his cock, into a deepthroat. I stared at her, to the way her uniform skirt hugged the flare of her hips, the dip of her waist, the impossible swell of her chest.

I grabbed a red solo cup, filled it halfway with something amber and burning. Drank it fast. The heat spread through my chest, steadying my hands. Near the kitchen, a group of linebackers were chanting as someone did a keg stand. I slipped past them, closer to Jennifer.

“—totally thought Coach would cancel after the DUI thing,” a cheerleader chirped to her friend, voice shrill over the bass. I found Isac with a joint in his hand. He was cupping the breast of yet another cheerleader. they were both out of it. I took the joint and held it so that Byron could see it. He took a drag and lay back, the effect immediate. Jennifer was still sucking hard. I took the joint and returned it to where I found it. I walked over to the couch and stood beside Jennifer. Byron was on one end of the couch and Jennifer had to lean across the entire length of the coach to get to him.

Her boyfriend was too busy to notice me. I reached down and rubbed my hand over her ass. She moaned around his cock. He thought she was enjoying sucking him. She was actually enjoying my touch. I rubbed her ass harder and her moans became louder. I lifted her skirt. Suddenly she let go with one of her hands and pulled her skirt back down. I moved to stand behind her, her ass at my crotch. I flipped her skirt back up again. This time as she moved her hand a grabbed it and pinned it behind her back. Still her boyfriend was not noticing.

I reached around with my other hand and pulled her panties aside. She gasped around the clock. Her boyfriend thought she was sucking harder. I rubbed my finger along her slit. She was soaking wet. She let go with her other hand, finally allowing Byron to force her head all the way down and making her give him a deep-throat experience. She tried to push me away with her free hand. I caught it and pinned it as well. Holding both hands with my one
I slid my finger inside her. She gasped again and choked on the cock. Byron moaned loudly, enjoying that. I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She moaned loudly. Byron thought she was enjoying sucking him. I slid my cock out of my pants and pushed it against her wet pussy. She was trying to get me off of her. I pushed my cock into her. She moaned in despair around Byron's cock, now abusing her throat.

I encountered resistance before something ripped, and I pushed through. I thought: What the fuck? This hot bitch cannot be a virgin? can she?"

I didn't care. I pushed deeper into her tight pussy. It was tight. She was crying now. Byron noticed her crying and said "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that it felt so good."

I pushed deeper into her. She screamed around his cock. Byron thought she was enjoying it. I pulled out and pushed back in. Her pussy was wetter now. It was tight. I pumped harder and harder. Byron was holding her head down and she was gagging on his cock. Her body was shaking. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock. She screamed again. Byron moaned loudly. He was about to cum. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back harder. Her pussy was gripping my cock tightly. She was cumming. She screamed around his cock. Byron moaned loudly and filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed it all. I pushed deep into her and exploded inside her pussy.

As I pulled out and tucked my cock back in, I noticed the red rick around my shaft. Byron released her head. She collapsed onto the couch, gasping for air. Tears streamed down her face. She looked at Byron and said, "You hurt me." Byron said "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to." She said, "You forced me to deep-throat you." He said "I didn't force you. You let me." She said "You held my head down and let someone rape me! " She screamed hatred in her eyes.

I slipped into the crowd, vanishing before Byron could process her words. Outside, the night air felt clean, sharp. I leaned against my car, lighting a cigarette. The bass still pulsed from the house—a distant, fading rhythm. Jennifer’s scream echoed only in my head now. Sweet.

The moon was bright. I smiled. That ass was worth it. And the tightness? Fuck yes. Her virgin pussy. Mine now. Byron could clean up the mess. The taste of victory—and her tears—still fresh on my lips. I got Ms Thompson's Folder out, Looked at Jenifer's details in there. She was on her fertile period right now. At her age it is almost guaranteed. One down, two to go.

I smiled and drove off.