Yes Please, I think Sindie Needs to Be Taught a BIG Lesson

As Sindie nervously set the table that night for supper, Rachel called Jamal into the kitchen. He sauntered in, his muscles flexing with every step, and took a seat across from the young girl. Rachel served him a plate piled high with food, making sure to lean over and give him an ample view of her own cleavage. "Now, Sindie," Rachel began, her voice dripping with sweetness, "why don't you tell us more about your cheer competition? I'm sure Jamal would love to hear about it." Sindie's eyes darted between her mother and the huge black man, her heart racing as she began to recount the story. Rachel could see the arousal in Jamal's eyes as he listened, and she knew that he was picturing Sindie in her cheer outfit pumping up the horny aggressive libido of all those young men at school.

At one point the conversation turned to Sindie's love interest, a boy named Davey, a childhood friend that had always been there for her. Rachel tried to suppress a laugh as her daughter spoke of his kindness and good nature. “Oh, yes" her mother chuckled, “Davey is such a … good little boy.” Rachel's tone was a bit sarcastic as her mind was racing with thoughts of how to taint Sindie's innocent romance. "Maybe you could invite Davey over and we could have a nice dinner and you could show off your award winning cheer routine for Jamal. I'm sure sweet little Davey won't mind.” Rachel suggested, her smile widening as she saw the uncertainty in her daughter's eyes. "You know, just as a special ‘thank you’ to Jamal for staying with us."

Jamal's eyes lit up at the idea, and Rachel knew she had found the perfect way to start her twisted plan. "Sure thing, Mrs. Sindie’s Mom,” he said, his teeth flashing in a grin that sent a shiver down Sindie's spine. "I'd love to see what you got going on.”

Rachel gave Sindie a wink, her thoughts racing ahead to the humiliation she had in store for her. "Why don't you go upstairs and put on your cheer-leading outfit now? We'll give Jamal's a taste of the entertainment he has to look forward to.” Sindie’s eyes filled with dread, but she knew better than to argue with her mother when she had that look on her face. She slunk up the stairs, feeling the weight of her mother's newfound malice heavy on her shoulders. Rachel watched her go, her heart thrumming with excitement and spite.

When Sindie returned, dressed in her tiny skirt and tight top that barely covered her budding breasts, Rachel couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilty satisfaction. Jamal's eyes bulged at the sight of the young girl, and Rachel knew she had him right where she wanted him. "Alright, Sindie, go ahead and start," Rachel said, her voice thick with a newfound authority. Sindie took a deep breath and began to work through her routine, her voice trembling as she suddenly thought of, Davey and the humiliation he suffered in front of the junior cheerleaders that day, stumbling about with his pants down around his ankles because of Arlo. Rachel only had her eyes on Jamal as he ogled her sweet young daughter. Her jealousy grew with each cheer, and a cruel smile crossed her face as she knew what she would do next.

As Sindie became more animated, her mother moved closer to Jamal, her hand resting lightly on Jamal's thigh. She felt his muscles tense beneath her touch, and she knew he was enjoying the show. "You know, Sindie,” Rachel interrupted, her voice like honey, "you're not really an innocent school girl, are you sweetie? I think you kind of know what cheer leading is all about.” Sindie couldn’t understand what her Mom was saying. She stood there dumbfounded with her arms at her side, her eyes questioning what her mother was doing, but Rachel's twisted mind was racing. "Well, let’s try something a little more realistic? Suppose … hmmm … that I know about the boys you’ve had up in your room late at night. And, well … maybe the only reason a girl joins cheer leading is … to fantasize about getting fucked by the whole football team." Her mother giggled cruelly as she continued, “Don’t you think I know about all the sex you’ve been having this last month. Your room is just down the hall and who do you think finds all the used condoms and the mess in your room that you try to clean up and hide. Don’t try to tell me it’s only that sissy boy Davey that you’ve been having fun with.”

The words hung in the air. Sindie’s face blushed bright red and Jamal's grin grew wider. Rachel could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched her daughter's humiliation. Sindie was devastated by what Rachel said, her mom’s cruelty was like a slap in the face. "Go on," Rachel hissed as Sindie looked like she was about to cry, "tell us how you would love to get on your knees in the boys locker room to suck their dirty cocks after they come in stinking from practice. Or how you fantasize about spreading your legs for a rough gang fuck behind the gym.”

Jamal leaned back in his chair, a hungry look on his face as he listened to Sindie's stuttered, weeping protests. Rachel's mind raced with the power she wielded over her daughter, and she found the situation more thrilling than she could have imagined. She had never dared to do anything like this … anything this … perverted before. Her thoughts grew darker, more twisted, and with the lust rising in her loins she knew she had to push this further. “So, what do you have to say now … sweetie?”

"You heard your mother," Jamal said, his voice a low growl. "Tell us about this nasty little fantasy."

With a whimper that was half-resignation, half-disbelief, Sindie began to stammer, her voice taking on a timid tone full of shame. Rachel watched her daughter’s blushing face turned to the floor as her little girl’s breath quickened. Rachel smirked suspecting that the little slut was starting to feel the warmth rise between legs too, at the dirty scene she was being **** to describe.

Rachel's hand moved up to cup Jamal's crotch, feeling the heat and hardness of his cock beneath his pants. His hand tightened on her thigh in response, and she knew that the anticipation between them was palpable. "Come on, baby," Rachel cooed, her voice dripping with a malice that was as surprising as it was intoxicating. “Tell us the names of all the boys you want to fuck you.”

Sindie's eyes darted to her mother, then to Jamal, his hand now resting possessively on Rachel's ass. The horror of the situation washed over her, but she didn’t understand what was happening to her mother and couldn't find the strength to resist. Rachel had always been the moral compass of the family, but now, she was orchestrating a nightmare. Sindie's cheeks burned as she whispered the names of boys from school, her voice quivering with each one. She tried to keep her thoughts on Davey, on her childhood love, but her mother’s cruel smirks and comments made it impossible.

"That's not enough," Rachel said, her voice like a whip crack. "Tell us what they'd do to you." Rachel's hand that was caressing Jamal’s balls slid up to grasp Sindie’s chin, turning her gaze to hers. "How they'd use you like the little slut you are." Then Rachel turned to Jamal, the two adults shared a knowing look, a silent agreement that this was just the beginning. Sindie's heart sank as she realized the depth of her mother's betrayal. Rachel had always been her protector, her confidant, but now she was her tormentor, eager to see her daughter broken before this monster.

With trembling hands, Sindie recounted made-up stories of the high school boys' cruel intentions, her voice a sobbing whisper that made Rachel's stomach churn with a sick satisfaction. "They'd push me down … o-o-on all fours,” she murmured, her eyes glassy with unshed tears, "and they'd … make me pull down … m-m-my panties and then ... take turns..." Rachel nodded, moving her hand back on Jamal's groan. "Good girl," she purred, feeling his cock throb beneath her touch. "Now tell us about Davey. Do you want him to save you from all those bad, naughty boys?”

Jamal's grin widened. His arousal was at a peak as he stood up and his massive frame towered over the trembling girl. He reached out and grabbed Sindie's chin while shoving his thumb in her mouth, forcing her to look up at him. Rachel watched, her heart racing as she saw the fear in her daughter's eyes. "You want to know what real men think of cheerleaders?" he growled. "They think of 'em as sluts, like worthless pigs whose only purpose in life is to shame themselves and beg for more. That’s what keeps us guys happy. Why do you think the school sanctions dressing up its cutest girls and making them shake their little asses in front of the football team. They know you are pretty much worthless except for spreading your legs and satisfying the needs of those strong, young boys.”

Rachel felt a strange thrill at his words, her jealousy morphing into something darker, something more primal. "Go ahead," she urged, her voice a whisper. "Show her."

Jamal's hand moved to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down in one quick motion to reveal his massive cock. Sindie's eyes went wide with fear, but Rachel could also see the flicker of desire in them as well. Rachel knew she had to keep pushing, had to make her daughter understand that she was nothing more than a plaything to be used again and again. "Tell us about Davey," Rachel said, her voice cold and commanding. "Tell us how much you love him while you suck Jamal's cock."