Only If There Are Pictures

Oh, no! Arlo … t-t-that rotten … it makes me so mad! Why can’t you leave Davey alone...

You watch as Arlo slaps Davey on the head then he and his buddies laugh like idiots as he shoves your childhood boyfriend around the football practice field right in front of the junior cheerleaders. You’re getting angry and a little bit embarrassed, thinking sometimes you wish Davey would try to stand up for himself! Then when you are about to yell at Arlo to stop, he does something so horrible that you gasp with the words caught in your throat. Arlo has just pulled Davey’s pants and underpants down around his ankles! Some of the junior cheerleaders turn away, but most watch blushing and giggling, amused by Davey’s little peewee and in admiration of Arlo and how he manhandles that little sissy weakling he’s always messing with. You watch Davey stumble around like a little retard trying to pull up his pants as he crawls away to hide under the bleachers.

Oh ... you are so angry ... why does he have to humiliate Davey like that?! With out thinking you rush over to Arlo and start to slap him in the face telling him to never touch your boyfriend again! That’s when it happens … Arlo … changes … and h-h-he suddenly reminds you of a dangerous animal as he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes.

Now scared for what Arlo might do to you, you try to be strong but …

Oh god … he is so mad!

“You fucked up, we are going to walk over to that shed and you are going to do what ever I tell you to do ... or I will make it my mission in life to fuck Davey up real good!” Arlo hisses in a low menacing voice.

… w-w-what did he say?! Why is he so mean … !

You stopped struggling and let him guide you to the shed. Then like in some nightmare he has you by the hair, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your cheek. Your knees are shaking and you close your eyes out of shame as he closes the shed door behind you and calmly points to the floor. Your face turns pale as you feel disgusted by the loss of your self respect while lowering your head and getting on your knees in front of this awful bully.

You say nothing but … you hear his zipper and then him pulling his pants down …

Your mind is shouting ‘… no, no … please, no … sob … W-w-what did he ask? … finger f-f-fucked?! … oh no no no …’

You feel him work his finger into your mouth. It has an odd taste … and as he slowly pumps it in and out, reaching further and further toward the back of your throat, you realize that he’s put something in your mouth and you need to swallow it or ****.

Oh … w-w-what … I’m so … warm … my head is … mmmm … that smell … mmmm …

You feel the heat of arousal rising between your legs. It feels like your little cunny is on fire as you kneel in front of Arlo with his fingers in your mouth. You absentmindedly begin to suck them a little bit … as he roughly grabs your hair with his other hand.

Arlo watches as the **** starts to kick in and you begin to blush. He can tell you are really scared now and starting to freak but after a few minutes the **** starts to work and your eyes glaze over. With his fingers still holding your hair, he faces the other direction and tells you to stick out your tongue. Then with a dark, nasty smile he pulls your face to the crack of his ass and takes out his cell phone.

In your mind you think ’N-n-no … Arlo … w-w-what … you can’t … mmmm … ‘ again the smell and what ever he put in your mouth makes you flush with heat. You feel the wetness of your pussy soaking your panties under your cheer skirt.

Arlo tightens his grip on your hair as he pushes his awful musky, sweaty bare ass towards your face …

Oh … god, Arlo! … not … mmmmm … nn nn nnf …. mmm … oh goddd … mmmmm” you mumble as your face is smothered between his ass cheeks. Arlo holds you there for a good five minutes with your nose, that Davey finds so cute, stuffed between his sweaty ass cheeks. Then after a few minutes the **** really begins to kick in.

Arlo’s disgusting smell and the heat between your legs is unbearable. You tentatively reach down into your panties … oh god, … mmmm mmmmm … you moan as your lust drives your fingers harder and faster against your enflamed, wet, little cunny. With out thinking about what you are doing you begin to lick and nibble … then just as it becomes so unbearable and you begin to lose yourself, you move your tongue up the crack of Arlo’s ass … searching … the taste and … smell so … perverted …

“I think I’ll send this to all my friends outside … oh …” Arlo says as you hear the click of the camera.

Then Arlo smiles to himself, happy with the first step in corrupting a sweet little cheerleader. A sneer forms on his face as he pushes you away making you fall back and set hard on the cold dirty floor of the shed. “What a disgusting pig! Maybe I should send Davey this picture too and show him what you were about to do with that dirty little tongue of yours.”