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Collected by Djian
updated july 26 - 2008
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.
The Old Lady and the Cheerleaders
By Seezinhai
Seezinhai@yahoo.com
Part 1
The red convertible pulled into the driveway where a elderly woman was sweeping ..
"Geez, check out grandma's dress", Lisa said.
"Like a scene out of 'Cocoon' ", Venus chimed in, sipping on her Ice coffee.
"Hold it, I'll see if she can help us.",Ginger said.
Ginger hops out of the car and runs up to the old lady standing at the porch.
"Hey, hello, I'm Ginger, we're lost and hoping to use a phone...", Ginger explained. "For some reason, none of our cellphones work".
"What's a cell phone", the older woman asked curiously.
Ginger smirked softly at the woman's ignorance, as she folded her arms in front of her perky chest.
"Oh well see, it's this little plastic box with teeny tiny numbers on it...any ways, like, do you have a phone in your home."
"Why yes, yes I do", spoke the senior citizen, holding still her broom.
Their was a long pause and the woman and the tall brown haired bombshell stood looking at one another silently.
"Sooo can we use it ?" Ginger said, with the just the smallest trace of hipster sarcasm.
"I'm sorry, use what?"
"The phone?"
The other girls sat watching the dialogue from the end of the driveway.
"Ginger, looks like she having fun with the old lady" piped Lacey, with her annoyed head tilted to rest against the palm of her hand and her elbow pressed onto the car door.
"The old lady" said Caitland, taking a look at the face of the fine crafted watch on the inside of her wrist.
"The old bag o' bones" joked Marilyn, while she blew large bubbles with her gum.
Their squad all met at the Quik Crap Mart at noon and embarked shortly thereafter. They had been driving for at least an hour. Then, Marilyn realized they were going the wrong way. When Lacey, who was driving, doubled back, she noticed a road that went in the same direction as the interstate they wanted to get to. The girls decided to try it and save time. At first, the girls thought it was a state highway, but now it appeared desolate. Venus and Caitland slept through much of the trip. The other girls had been talking so much that they didn't notice that they were now lost just off the interstate, somewhere. Since doubling back, their cellphones seemed to have been jammed. Which was a very big deal for them and they were becoming anxious. Not uncommon for them.
The girls were cheerleaders for Big Bank College. Sexy, cool, crude, the very definition of modern women. 'Sex in the City' meets the 'Gilmore Girls'. Destined for success and they knew it. Four cars of their pep-squad were headed across the state for the next game. Their was six girls from the group in Lacey's cherry red convertible.
In the backrow, their was Ginger, a school softball player, who stood six feet with light brown hair.
Lisa, the redhead with a classic thick Irish build and a slight set of freckles.
Venus, who was the girl's choreographer, her ass was the most shapely.
In the front sat, Marilyn, the brainy cynic with the gift of gab, she stood just short of Ginger- her sister, with an extremely sexy body.
Lacey, a brunette with the juiciest lips and perky tits to boot.
And Caitland, the lead cheerleader and one tall well endowed blonde.
All six were wearing their bright pink and green cheerleader outfits. Caitland, Venus, Lacey, and Marilyn wore designer flip-flop sandals, Ginger and Lisa wore their team's lowtop, white sneakers.
A moment later, Ginger waved the girls on as she began to follow the elderly woman up the front porch stairs.
"Oh what the fuuck. We don't have time for this shit!", Caitland snapped. " I really wish you guys would've woke me up before you decided to pull a 'Mc Guyver' ".
"Maybe the old lady's got food. I could go for a little bite for the road." Lisa said.
"I could eat", Lacey agreed.
"Like, we did just leave the Quik Crap", Caitland retorted.
"Maybe we could eat somewhere with a menu?...", Venus said.
"Or a Latte..", Marilyn said.
"Well, Ginger seems to think it's cool, maybe, plus we should stretch anyways", said Lacey. The cheerleaders filed out of the car. Caitland sat sulking with her arms crossed over her chest with her mouth poked out in a pouty manner.
"Fuck that I'll wait here", Caitland said.
"Oh come on, Caitland. We'll be on our way in a minute", Lacey exclaimed.
"Shit, Lacey, we do have to be there by 9:00 remember. Like, just hurry up, I'll wait here, already.", Caitland said.
"Like, suit yourself, just remember, if you'd have gotten me that GPS, last Christmas, we wouldn't have been in this mess.", Lacey said.
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you wouldn't have left the fucking interstate."
"I left the interstate to try and cut down the lost time. We were supposed to transfer from the 45 to the 313. Marilyn and I thought this would lead us straight to the 313. If you weren't busy clubbin' with Mark and Jason, you and Venus wouldn't have dozed through the last 60 miles."
"Oh whatever", Caitland shrugged. The blond beauty reclined in the plush leather seat and propped her barefeet onto the car door.
Lacey followed behind Venus's bubblebutt up the stairs and into the mid-sized house. It sat alone on a small hill just on the other side of a long road.
The cheerleaders follow the old lady into the the living room. The home decor is antique heavy with many trinkets laying placed about.
"So where are you kids trying to get to? Their isn't much going on around here.", said the old lady.
"Tell me about it.", Marilyn mumbled. Prompting a soft elbow to her side from Ginger.
"Well we are cheerleaders with Big Bank College and we were headed to a game. We're trying, to like, get to the 313. Which way is it, do you know?", Ginger asked.
" Oh dear, well there's a big street over by the freeway maybe that's the 313", the old lady figured.
The girls looked at each other barely holding their laughter from the old lady's ignorance.
"Well...maybe the big street is the 313 or maybe, and this is just a guess but, like, maybe the freeway is the 313", Marilyn said, in full snide demeanor.
"Soo, we would like to seeee the phone now, please.", said Ginger.
"We have one in the kitchen yes, yes ", the old lady said.
Lisa and Venus nodded their approval of Marilyn's deadpan. Ginger continued toward the phone in the kitchen. Ginger followed the old lady into the kitchen, twirling her long brown hair in her left hand.
"Excuse me, Mam, would you know where's a good restaurant around here? We are getting a little hungry with all this driving.", Lacey said.
"Well let's see, I suppose I could whip up some sandwiches, how does that sound?"
"Sandwiches...well okay! But no red meat, none of us eat red meat.", Lacey replied.
"Like, I don't eat meat. I'm a vegetarian", said Lisa.
"You're a what?...", the old lady asked.
"Like, I don't eat meat at all, but I like fruit!", Lisa smiled.
"Well, I do have apples...",
"Aaannd that would be fruuuit right? Lisa asked, eyes slanted at the other girls, briefly.
They sat at the table, Ginger was still trying to get a signal on her phone. Venus and Lisa played with the dolls that lined the large display at the doorway. Lacey and Marilyn sat at the hallway couch between the front door and the living room. Just then the old lady walked in carrying a tray filled with food. Their were sandwiches, fruits and vegetables and a large salad. The cheerleaders jumped to the table in the dining room where the old lady was taking the tray.
"Ok you kids go right ahead a eat. I made turkey and cheese sandwiches and ham and cheese sandwiches, so take your pick.", said the old lady.
"I'll take a ham and cheese, that looks good!", Marilyn said. Marilyn reached out into the tray.
"Yeah, and I'm not going over my carb count for the day", explained Ginger. Ginger was still trying the phone when the food arrived.
"Hey, just try one you guys, besides she brought fruit, too.", Lacey said.
"You guys are crazy this is excellent.", said Venus munching vigorously.
"Well, I have to admit, I love fresh broccoli", said Ginger, pawing at the vegetable tray.
"Excuse me, like, I better get Caitland. Maybe a sandwich will perk her up.", said Lacey.
Lacey flip flopped her way back out into the driveway. She walked up on a sleeping Caitland laying in the reclined seat her legs and barefeet still hanging over the door.
"Great, use up all our battery, why don't 't you. The old lady's got food, grab something before we leave. We won't have to stop for food later.", Lacey said.
"Yeah, we' ll just stop for the case of salmonella the old lady gives us.", Caitland said.
Caitland and Lacey joined Venus, Ginger, Marilyn and Lisa at the table. They ate all the food. After her initial reluctance, Caitland ate three turkey sandwiches. Lisa and Ginger eating most of the fruit and vegetables. Lacey, Marilyn and Venus ate the ham sandwiches. They drank soda's along with the food. The food was filling and the girls had to lean back in their chairs at their satisfaction. Then the old lady walked in with another tray holding six milkshakes.
"Like thanks but no thanks, I don't think we could handle anymore.", said Venus.
"Speak for yourself, I like milkshakes.", Lisa said.
"Look, she already made them. And I'm sure it took a lot of time and effort.", Lacey said.
The girls nodded halfheartedly in agreement.
"This is a very special mix, strawberry banana. I promise you this will be a milkshake you will never forget. Now lets all sit and sip at the same time.", the old lady.
"Oh at the same time, that sounds like fun!', Marilyn mocked.
"Like a contest, who can finish first!", the old lady suggested.
"Well I really can't..", said Ginger.
"Oh c'mon stop being the resident nerd, already", said Lisa.
"She's right this is lame, look, we better get going so..."said Caitland.
"Oh c'mon you guys, loosen up, winner gets shotgun.", Lacey said.
After a moment the girls decided to compete. The cheerleaders sat perched over their milkshakes awaiting the start of their contest. Lacey and Venus sat on their knees in the chairs. Caitland stood with one foot bouncing at the heel, frantically. The other girls' ass sat at the end of their seat's.
"Ok, girls...1,2,threeeee!", the old lady bellowed.
The girls all slurped hard through their large straws. The milkshake slid down their throats with each gulp of it inhaled. Lisa and Venus where ahead until Caitland began to slurp harder.
"Look it, she's using Jason for inspiration!", said Marilyn.
Marilyn then took a deep breath and pulled in the remaining four ounces of her shake.
"I win!" Marilyn shouted, prompting an applause from the old lady. Caitland and Venus finished shortly thereafter.
Lacey whispered over to Marilyn, "See I told ya the old lady was cool...kinda"
The girls grinned and laughed, seated at the table, they were unimpressed with the old lady. "Well at least you make a decent milkshake" Marilyn joked. The girls proceeded to finish their shakes while still giggling. Even the health conscious Ginger, drank down most of her milkshake. Then Marilyn felt an odd pain in her stomach. Suddenly there was a loud rumble, Marilyn lurched forward uncomfortably in her chair.
"BRRRRRRrrrrruuuuuggghh!", Marilyn found herself grunting loudly. Next Marilyn began to fart loudly. Moments later shit began to thrust out from under her skirt.
"Geez, Marilyn, you're really letting it go, aren't ya?", joked Caitland.
"I told you to go when we were at the gas station, Mars", said Ginger, in shock.
Their laughing stopped as Marilyn hunched forward, rose to her feet and spread her legs. Next she put hands on the table and squatted. The sarcastic sex symbol really started to shit all over the floor beneath her. Soon Marilyn had splashed shit on her bare feet and designer sandals.
Lacey now frightened at the sight of Marilyn, stood and began to back peddle.
"What's that all about. Is she lactose intolorant?", Lacey said questioning Ginger, her sister.
"No! Marilyn what's wrong, hold it in and let's get to the bathroom." Ginger said. "Can she use your bathroom?"
The old lady just stood at her edge of the table softly laughing.
"Whaah, is, is there something in these milkshakes?", Caitland asked.
Just as Lacey started at the hallway leading to the front door, she experienced a sharp tear inside her stomach.
"UUUUUGGgghhhhh!, oooHHH nooo!", Lacey cried out.
She fell to her knees as loud footsteps began to sound from the second floor. Marilyn wailed loudly, dropped to the floor and spun on her side, still shitting uncontrollably. Caitland ran toward the old lady furiously reaching out at her.
"You bitch, what the fuck are you doing, huh?"
Lisa, Ginger and Venus all rose from their chairs. Venus knocked over her empty glass. Lisa and Ginger made it half as far as Lacey before a large figure emerged from the hall. Venus stood uncomfortably, hopping from foot to foot. Uncertain of which way to go, she looked to get away.
"What the hell is going on, lady?" Venus yelled.
At the sight of the and emerging large man, Ginger pulled back, turned and ran smashing head long into Lisa's face, Both of them flew backwards. Ginger fell back into the waiting hands of the now fully visible hulking figure. Lisa dropped onto her butt some ten feet away near the table. Lisa was knocked cold, her body lay limp next to a sobbing Marilyn. Loud farts of gas started out of her and she shitted as she slept. Her legs involuntarily raising and dropping at the knee.
Caitland grabbed the old lady and slapped her twice harshly.
Caitland's assault ceased when the hot blond began to shit where she stood. Her Cheerleader skirt began to discolor. Caitland spread her legs, squatted and placed her hands on her knees. She fought her body's impulse in order to stay standing, as she gave another deep push.
Venus frantically ran toward the kitchen. Venus ran past Caitland and the old lady, who laughed at the events taking place. Once in the kitchen, she headed to the kitchen's door to the backyard. She grabbed the the doorknob and tried to open the door to escape.
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Ginger struggled with the large man, she threw several punches at his abdomen. Ginger could only amount a brief reprieve as the man hit the Brown haired babe in the stomach. Ginger sucked in air, now only semiconscious, her tall athletic body doubled over in pain. She coughed loud and repeatedly as the man clad in overalls flung her helpless body over his shoulder. Ginger's healthy asscheeks were directly at the man's face. He gave a wide grin and looked at the pink skirt blocking his view forward. He flung up Ginger's skirt and kissed her on her bikini bottoms at the cheek closest to his face.
The hulk walked up the stairs carrying Ginger's squirming body. She struggled and was shitting all over the front of his overalls. The man seemed delighted at the sight of her shapely butt convulsing and spraying brown mist and the clumps of feces plopping onto the steps.
He grinned and pulled Ginger's cheerleader briefs from under her skirt and down her wet legs.
"Stop It, OOoooH, Stop", Ginger pleaded. She was too weak to resist and he continued down the upstairs hall. The man enjoyed the sight of her bare ass steadily pushing shit out in rhythmic thrusts and convulsions.
" Well, well you girls don't seem so cool now do ya", the Old Lady joked standing over Marilyn.
The old lady bent down and grabbed a fistful of Marilyn's long brown hair. She peered directly into Marilyn's baby blue eyes and firmly stuck her hand into Marilyn's mouth. Marilyn gagged briefly in suprise. Marilyn then raised up and bit down on the fingers lodged in her mouth. Next, she pushed the old lady aside. Marilyn jumped on to her feet and ran to the front door, struggling to maintain her balance. Loud farts and the 'splish splash' of loose bowels continued to fall from her shapely rump as she ran.
"OOOOoooohhhh, oooohh, ooooh!", Caitland yelped as she crouched in place. After a few shots of shit and gas, Caitland managed to get back to her feet. Caitland slipped and nearly sprained her ankle. Caitland's designer flip flop sandals had slid under her foot and she stepped into a pile of her own shit. Still, Caitland recognized that she needed to escape and assess damage elsewhere. She ran barefoot out the hall and through the front door.
For over fifteen minutes Lacey and Lisa lay shitting and sliding and moaning. The pain of the constant thrust lead Lacey to pass out. Even unconscious she continued to ooze brown fluids and pebbles. The old lady struggled to her feet and shook off the struggles she had with Caitland and Marilyn. She stood up and pulled a short crop whip from her apron and watched over Lisa and Lacey's bodies move slow and unconscious.
"Sonny Boy, take em' out back hook em up so's en we can hose em down. But yer ent better not touch, boy!"
One Half Hour Later:
The girls were all suspended on meat hooks by their bound ankles. Lacey, Lisa and Ginger awoke to find themselves helpless. They shrieked in agony for a full twenty minutes upon waking.
Sonny grabbed at the cute outfit on Lacey's shaking and hung body. The man's hands quickly ripped off Lacey's skirt and snatched away her team's green colored bikini bottoms. Lacey shrieked and jerk violently, shocked at the sight of her own helplessness. Lacey's black hair flayed from side to side. Lacey's top was already upturned exposing her bra-clad tits. But now Sonny had ripped the top off with two tugs. Lacey screamed in fear at the sight of her completely naked ass hung on a meatrack.
" Noo, Noo please. You, you can't do this to me! Stop this right now, damnit!", Lacey said between sobs.
Sonny quickly stepped in front of Lacey he then sniffed at her pussy licking it gently.
Ginger squirmed as best she could, but was uncomfortable in this position. Ginger looked up in terror and amazement upon seeing her feet raised and locked in place in the anklets. In the midst of the commotion, Ginger strained her neck to look up at herself, she wiggled her toes, making certain that this was really happening. She felt at her bare ass cheeks with her tied hands, feeling her own well toned butt muscles twitch at the present predicament.
Lisa's body was a packed bundle of nerves. Her tight athletic frame was under new stress that she had never before experienced. She was bound by the hands, behind her back with her legs in a parted and bent angle on the meatrack. Lisa was unable to think clearly with the rushed blood to her head. Her pale skin brightened red in her face and her naked body blushed from her crimson red breasts pass her flushed vagina up to her feet, flailing about in the anklets. Lisa's Irish maiden form was a mix of creamy white, soft pink and hardened red. Lisa's freckles on her face, back, tits and upper ass were more pronounced. Her naked skin was sweaty and she sneezed intermittendly.
The hulk had removed their clothes and they shivered in the breezy room..
He couldn't help but slap them on their butts. His large hands came across their submissive cheeks hard and made a big thud on impact. He stood behind them at random, spreading their young tight cheeks, peering down into their rectums. At one point he shoved his index finger into Lacey's upturned butt.
"Yaaaaaawwww", Lacey shrieked. "Giiiit your, fucking hand outta my Aaaaass!"
The old lady shifted across the large room and proceeded to examine the helpless cheerleaders. She was cautious after the ordeal in the dining room. At first she snapped her cane at various parts of their exposed bodies as they whined.
"I love the smell of frightened meat pieces", said the old lady. She sniffed repeatedly at their rumps. She poked harshly at their stomachs and thighs. She probed their vaginas with her raw hands. She even shoved her fingers down their upturned nostrils. The old lady who once seemed so slow and uncoordinated, pushed Lacey, quite easily, by her bare thigh down the ceiling track. Lacey squirmed and struggled but with her arms bound behind her back, it was useless. The meatrack track ran through about forty feet in the large room. Lacey cried and screamed as the old lady proceeded to run her down the ceiling track to a spot where the track dipped into a large empty tub
"This is how we prepare the girls for their new life" she explained. Playfully squeezing Lacey's small C tits and her brown nipples along the way. Halfway down the track she became a little winded an pushed from behind. The old lady pushed on Lacey's plump booty as Lacey tried to swing her arms against the her.
The hulk pushed Ginger and Lisa down the track, each struggling and screaming. He took delight in fondling and slapping their exposed asses. Ginger tried to reach up but despite her great shape she couldn't. Lacey fainted, her body hanging limp, her bound arms hanging akwardly. Lisa was hysterical and yelled incessantly...
"Wait, wait what is this shit for!? Why are you doing this?", Ginger yelped with strained voice.
Lisa was enraged, and yelled as best she could upside down.
"Fuuuck Yooou! Fuckin' bitch, lemme down 'n I'll bust you up, good! Fuuuckin Cunt! The fuckin' cops are gonna fuckin' fry you old lady!"
The three girls were all placed over a large stainless-steel tub. The old lady stood grinning at Lisa's barrage of insults and remarks. Ginger continued to sob loudly, her attempts to turn her body at the waist were futile as the design of the meat racks kept her unable to move much of her hips, waist, butt and feet. Ginger, Lisa, and Lacey' s smooth curves seemed ungangly in the grasp of the meatrack. The three of them subdued at the hands of the milkshake.
The contour of the meatrack's hard rubber anklets held their ankles at a 45 degree angle. Their was an eighteen inch span between each cheerleaders ankles, leaving them with their naked legs in a horseshoe manner. Their long hair hanging wildly beneath them.
The Honey brown, Fire red and Wet black colors excited Sonny, he especially enjoyed touching Ginger's long and padded body. Ginger struggled head rang from her colliding with Lisa. He drooled heavily at her rapid breathed sobs. Sonny walked behind Ginger and stood looking into her asshole and pussy as it squirmed and shook. Her butt at a 45 degree angle, to view and molest.Her smooth and symmetrical rectum muscle was clean and slightly pink but still matching her tanned skin tone. The cocky young cheerleader and athlete sounded like a baby, as she spewed soft indechiperable words.
Lacey hung lifeless weakened from her hard shitting, previously. The old lady pulled a sack out of her "sweet ol' mom" apron and approached Lacey.
"Oh no, Sleeping Beauty, I need you 'woke for this'n", the old lady said, as she placed smelling salts over the nose of Lacey.
Lacey awoke immediately, only to find that she was still naked and tied upside down to a meatrack! Her black hair shook as she again wrestled around on the hook.
Lisa barked madly in a beastial fashion, her eyes crossing and her tits wiggled back and forth with her bright red nipples fully erect. Lisa's face was half swollen from her collision with Ginger. She bled from her lip, nose and was missing a tooth.
"Yeah, yeah, keep it up missy. You just keep it up, sweetcheeks. In fact, that's what I'll name you. Sweetcheeks. Sonny Boy, bring the lye!"
She grabbed Lisa's long red hair and looked at the cheerleader's face intently.
"I own your ass now, Sweetcheeks. You can either cooperate... or else, I'm gonna make sausage out of you."
Lisa's fierce facade slipped under the weight of the old lady's threats. She paused licked her swollen lip and began to plead.
"Look, if, if you just, like, let us go now we can forget about the whole thing.", Lisa bargained, her green eyes and freckled face looking pathetic as she hoped to persuade the old lady.
The hulk dragged in a large sack of soap from under a table at the other end of the room...
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