It was another game day. Tracey took to the field with the squad. They had on their alternate cheerleading uniforms, gold, white and blue. The skirt was gold and short, with inverted blue pleats. The top was a tight long-sleeve vest that just barely reached the skirt, so whenever Tracey stretched or jumped, the top pulled up to show her smooth, tight tummy. A dark-blue stripe ran down the arms.
She had on gold knee socks and blue bloomers. She spread her legs wide, planted her feet flat, cocked her knees, and bent way down, almost as if she were squatting to take a pee. She wiggled her ass.
A sight for hot eyes.
Tracey saw the flash of the camera. It was that man again. He'd been to every home game so far. He had taken hundreds of pictures of her.
Tracey was up, bumping to the left, then the right.
She turned around and bent over. Her tiny skirt pulled up over the blue bloomers that slicked smoothly on her ass. The pants were like a rubber glove, they fit her so tightly.
Tracey was delighted to be showing off. She thought about how lucky cheerleaders were, that they could perform and get men hot like she was doing. Her sweet pussy gooshed. Her bloomers got all wet.
Tracey was lovable, charming, and glorious. Her puffy ass wiggled and she just knew there were men in the stands that had hard cocks. The thought of it made her pussy wetter.
It was exciting to show off on the field, and Tracey whirled, her skirt spun out – a good clear shot at the way her bloomers cuddled up in a tight crunch on her cunt.
At halftime she went to the concession stand and bought a Coke. The handsome man with the camera came over. He was tall, sandy haired. He wore slacks and a sports coat. He slipped in beside Tracey and smiled.
"You looked great out there!"
"You took some more pictures too, didn't you?" she asked.
"I'd like to take some more sometime!" he whispered, looking around, making sure no one overheard him.
"Yeah?"
"I sure would."
"What kind of pictures?"
"Sexy ones!"
"Huh?"
"You know… I'd make it worth your while," he said.
"Such as?"
"Couple hundred dollars. Two-fifty." Tracey looked into his handsome face and saw a sparkle in his blue eyes, anticipation on his face. His eyes again glanced around nervously to see that no one could hear his proposition.
"When?" Tracey asked.
"How about tomorrow afternoon, say three? At my place?"
"Where's that?"
He took out a pen, scratched his address on a scrap of paper, and handed it to Tracey with a twenty-dollar bill.
"That's for cab fare," he said, and disappeared.
After the game, Tracey was the last to pick up her bag and her pom-poms. She lingered on the field, bending over, giving good ass to the departing crowd.
She walked off the field toward the school to meet some girls. Eugene sat on the fender of his red pick-up waiting for her.
"Huh? You again?" she said. "I came to see you," Eugene said. "I can't, Eugene."
"You know what I got for you if you do?" he asked.
"What?"
"A hundred dollars."
"Well… okay then… I guess. But just for a little while."
She got in the truck with Eugene. He drove away from the school and up a deserted road, where they parked on a bluff overlooking the town.
The moan was like a bright spotlight. They got out. Eugene pressed against Tracey and kissed her. They leaned on the fender of the pick-up. His cock bulged at her. His hand played up under her sweet skirt, and he rubbed her pussy through her soft bloomers.
He stuck his other hand behind her and cupped her fine ass.
"I wanna fuck you, Tracey!" he whispered.
"No!"
Eugene ducked his head into her panties and slicked his fingers down into her wet cunt. He slid a finger into her cunt slit.
"Uh-uh, better not, Eugene."
"Yes, yes!" he gasped. "I wanna fuck!" He pulled her down onto the thick grass.
"Don't, Eugene. You'll get my uniform dirty."
His hands fluttered over her rich, fine body, feeling her tits, her waist, her hips, her thighs, and her legs. He slipped his fingers up her thighs and pushed her legs apart.
"Don't…"
Eugene smothered her protest with a slurping kiss.
His tongue fucked her mouth.
His hand tugged her panties down, and he pulled the bloomers along her thighs, down to her knees. He broke the kiss and got her bloomers off.
"Eugene, not here in these weeds!" Tracey gasped.
He pulled her cheerleading skirt up, laying the pretty pleats back over her tummy. He unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down to his ankles.
"I wanna fuck you!" Eugene groaned. "I can tell," Tracey said. Her ponytail was lost in the tall grass.
Eugene hunkered over her, guiding his cock to her cunt. He fucked in. Tracey felt the hardness slip between her slushy cuntlips.
"Ah." Eugene moaned. "I'm in there!" Tracey reached down and fucked her fingers in a tapping flutter around the slick glide of his cock.
"Yeah, you're in there," she said.
"Oh, honey. I'm fuckin' you," Eugene said. "Jeez, Eugene. You're a naughty guy."
He humped her. His ass pumped high. He slugged his cock to her, his balls banging her sweet ass. He curled his arm under her neck and slid one hand under her ass, slicking a finger along the crack and tipping it into her asshole.
"Tell me how much you like to fuck." Eugene whispered.
"No!"
"Come on."
"No!"
"You know I'll pay you if you do."
"Well, all right then. I like to fuck, Eugene. I like to fuck," Tracey said.
His ass was like a hot, hard hammer, swinging up high, then pumping down. His cock fucked in and out of her wet, juicy pussy. His fingertip diddled her asshole.
"Again!"
"I like to fuck, Eugene! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tracey yelped.
"Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Eugene cried.
"Fuck me, Eugene! Go on and fuck me!"
"You like to cum too, don't you?"
"Yeah, I like to cum. Cumming is fabulous, Eugene. Cumming is so good."
"It's the best thing in the world!" Eugene groaned.
"Uh-.huh! The best! I like to cum! Make me cum, Eugene! You got me in these weeds, and you're fuckin' me, so you better make me cum!"
He pumped wildly on top of her. "Fuck my pussy, Eugene! That's what you like to hear, isn't it? You like me to talk dirty to you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Okay then. Fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock, Eugene! Like that! Faster, faster, fast!"
She was gripped by a loony, luscious feeling. She tingled quickly into a climax. Eugene hammered his ass up and down. His cock fucked in and out of her cunt.
Then his load splashed into her cunt. "Ahhhhhhh!" he yelled.
"Come on, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!" Tracey sobbed.
It was quick and fast there in the weeds, raw lust. Cock and cunt, a finger up the ass and Tracey shuddering hotly with orgasm.