Renee

John Doe saw the five pretty pepsters gathered before him in his school's gymnasium turn their heads towards the inquisitive voice. He watched smiles erupt on their faces as they recognized the source of the soft female query and began to part their little group, allowing her to step up to the lanky, half-dressed lad.

The biggest grin broke on John's face as well when he saw his secret crush walk through the blue and gray clad cheerleaders and come to a stop before him. Her bubblegum smile and dimpled cheeks made him weak in the knees. It was good the other half of the cheer squad still surrounded him, holding him in place.

John had seen the lovely Renee in her new uniform from his position behind the mirrored observation window in the coaches' office moments earlier. But seeing her before him in the flesh, so to speak, was something else.

The sleeves and collar of the royal blue spandex top clung to her supple frame. The white letters of 'Captain' ran down the long sleeves and ringed her collar, gleaming under the overhead gymnasium lights. The sleeveless sweater hugged her perky titties and was short enough to reveal her flat little belly. Sexiest of all, though, were the slits in the pleats of her microminiskirt. Paler upper thigh flesh flashed at him between the blue and gray colors of his high school. His already stiff cock pulsed in the hands of the cheerleaders that now held it, growing further.

Her big brown eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief as she addressed him.

"I want to thank you sooo much for volunteering to help the Trojanettes win our first State Championship!" she gushed, taking his hands into her soft small ones and clasping them tightly. She leaned forward and gave the taller lad a chaste kiss on the lips, leaning forward on sneakered tiptoes to reach his trembling lips. John felt the very tip of his outthrust cock touch the soft tanned flesh of her thigh. "But whatever is the problem here?" she asked, looking down to his exposed crotch, as if she had noticed his exposed hardon for only the first time just now.

The virginal eighteen-year-old flushed and tried to utter something in response, totally entranced by the cute little pixie before him. The pretty redhead named Jessie spoke up for him from her crouched position near his swollen cock. It was her little hand at the throbbing monster's base.

"It seems our new spotter has developed a groin pull!" she announced, holding back a giggle as she gave a firm tug on John's cockshaft. He winced, trying not to shoot so soon. "We thought we better relieve it before he hits the floor!"

Renee smiled down at the redhead, dropping her hands from John's to step forward and pat the sweet flame-haired girl on the top of her head.

"Very thoughtful, Jessie!" she responded in a sing-song voice, kneeling down in front of her squad member. John looked down to see his dream girl's face millimeters from his cockhead. He trembled as it lurched.

"I think we need something more to keep it from swelling further," Renee decided as she studied the vein-gnarled cock quivering before her. "A tourniquet for the area, maybe," she said, looking up at the girls surrounding her. "Hmm, what can we use?" asked the cheer captain, already having an idea.

"Inez!" Renee perked, looking to the tall raven-haired girl with the biggest set of boobs on the squad. "Give me your bra, please!"

Without hesitation, the girl lifted off her sweater and reached behind her to undo the underwired garment.

John's jaw dropped in astonishment. He was about to have the privilege of seeing the most sought-after pair of boobs in Tromaville High!

He watched as Inez eyed him as she slowly pulled the large cups of the royal blue brassiere from her light-skinned boobs. The lad watched, wide-eyed, as the hefty cones of girlflesh sagged slightly on her ribcage as they were released from their lycra bondage. The wide light brown aureoles surrounding the nipples, though, pointed straight at him, like two accusing eyes. He gulped, not able to pull his eyes away as the teasing cheerleader brought her hands up to the mounds to fondle the hard, pencil eraser-sized nipples with the tips of her long fingernails.

It wasn't until he felt the warm caress of the undergarment against his outthrust cock and dangling balls that John noticed what Renee was up to. He dropped his gaze back down to the head cheerleader at his feet.

"Uh.. Renee.. what are you going to dooo.." he asked as he watched the nimble teen stretch the ample material of Inez' bra around the base of his cock and ballsac, wrapping it around them. "I don't think that's going to help.."

Her First Aid completed, Renee stood up again before him. "Now you just hush, mister, and let us take care of you!" the giggly brunette informed him in a sugary sweet voice as she planted an index finger across his lips vertically. John didn't notice that the satisfied smile she gave was for the coach over his shoulder behind him. Kelly was smiling widely from her position by the office door.