Pompom penis
This is a short story from a trip to America. Some of you might know which girl/family this relates to, but do try to keep it to yourself. As always, more TMI stories are available on Lilu’s blog!
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In essence, I got under the short skirt and into the itty-bitty panties of a cheerleader; a blonde-American baton-twirling pompom-smooshing cheerleader. She looked a lot like Hayden Panettiere — but this was before Heroes, so at the time I simply thought her beautiful and enthusiastic with a face-illuminating and crotch-tingling smile. Rarely does a night go by when I don’t think of her, and of how jealous other men must be of me. They can only fantasise about some of the things I’ve done to alluring, sweet-tasting girls. But I’ve been there. And in the case of this cutie, multiple times. I never thought I would be that guy, but now that it’s obvious what I’ve become, I suppose I ought to embrace it. But back to Heroes: I wouldn’t be surprised if Claire, the world-saving cheerleader, was based on this girl; perhaps the writer or producer had spied from the gridiron’s sidelines this girl in action. I would merely raise an eyebrow if in actuality it turned out Peter Petrelli was based on me. Or Sylar, as the case may be.
Anyway… where was I… ah yes, somewhere in middle America…
We’d done it with the lights out — she was young, shy — and then, later, with the lights on. Pink, luminous, fresh skin. She glowed.
Frontways, backways, sideways, she was insatiable! This was back when I was younger. I don’t know how I would keep up if I were to try again today. I hope to God that she was not my last cheerleader though.
Outside, against a tree, in just her short red skirt. The tree’s rough bark left markings on her back that later she made me kiss; I was only too happy to comply. I love soft skin.
The baton had been put to good use, each strike and every thrust only serving to make me feel more like the alpha male I must surely be. What more fitting title could be awarded to a man that has ravaged a beautiful cheerleader?
Finally, with her skirt tossed to the floor, the baton thrown into a corner and her naked and exhausted body curled up beside me, I looked at the only unsullied object that still lay unused on the bed.
I gently ran my fingers through the soft strands of the pompom. Silky, cool to the touch.
I looked down; still hard.
Back my eyes strayed to the fluffy red poof.
Why not…
It’s not like she’ll ever know…
I grabbed both red puffs and did my worst. Up, over, under and down between.
It was surprisingly nice and one hell of a sensory overload. Rustle rustle, followed by frantic fluffle. Speeding up and eyes shut, I can’t even begin to repeat here what was on my mind that afternoon. But I had made too much noise! She started to stir… but it was too late to stop. I hoped if I was quick I might finish before she woke.
But I wasn’t fast enough and things very quickly got messy.
She sat up and quickly glanced at my euphoric face and then back down. She gasped and instinctively reached out to grab her beloved red pompom. But of course it was sticky. And of course she then flung it away into the corner of the room. And then of course, knowing my luck, there was the yelp… of a cat! Did I mention she had a cat? A long-haired cat with a sticky pompom now stuck to its face.
The cat ran out of the room and down the stairs with a wet, burbling hiss.
The longest pause followed, the cheerleader and I petrified with anticipation at what was surely about to occur.
A shriek! An angry ascent! A disgusting, twisted grin on my face as realisation dawns on me. Her mother steps through the doorway holding a very sticky cat out towards me.
‘Is this yours?’
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August 27th, 2009 at 7:40 am[...] Sebastian’s Pompom penis [...]
August 27th, 2009 at 12:22 pmWell I should probably start hooking up with people that have their own houses or something…
August 27th, 2009 at 12:46 pmOh, I always wondered why you had a collection of pom- poms under your bed dear.
August 27th, 2009 at 12:51 pmThey are very difficult to clean…..
Always with the lowering of the tone, mum!
August 27th, 2009 at 1:00 pmhaha! Well, this is certainly different from yesterday’s post….
August 27th, 2009 at 2:25 pmOne-two punch!
August 27th, 2009 at 2:27 pmOMG! ummm yeah…that was definitely too much information! LMAO! hahahahaha… my cheeks hurt from laughing so much!
August 27th, 2009 at 2:33 pmOhhhhhhhhhhhh SNAP.
Worth it though, I bet.
August 27th, 2009 at 3:30 pmEver since I have wanted to try out a pompom… on a girl!
I figure it’d be much like one of those Orgasmatrons (safe for work!)
Well worth it.
August 27th, 2009 at 3:35 pmThat may have been the most disturbing use of a pom pom I’ve ever seen. But I dont mind since I never much like cheerleaders.
August 27th, 2009 at 3:46 pmEven CLAIREBEARS?!
How can you not like Clairebear the Cheerleader…
Baton jealousy?
August 27th, 2009 at 3:47 pmI can never see the cheerleaders the same way again, and to think I’ve been one for a bit.
August 27th, 2009 at 5:16 pmURGH.
Oooh… pictures?!
August 27th, 2009 at 5:27 pmyou’re introduction to this piece was spectacular.
“I would merely raise an eyebrow if in actuality it turned out Peter Petrelli was based on me”
That’s just some clever writing right there.
August 27th, 2009 at 5:34 pmI was trying a different voice from my own. Glad it worked, at least for some. I’m not surprised that a fellow male pointed it out before a girl though…
August 27th, 2009 at 5:37 pmYou did a cheerleader. That’s awesome. +2 for nerds everywhere!
August 27th, 2009 at 5:49 pmIf I tell you that she didn’t even know who Mario or Sonic are, does that get me to +3?
August 27th, 2009 at 5:50 pmI haven’t laughed that hard in months.
Fantastic TMI, Sebastian.
August 27th, 2009 at 6:45 pmWow…My boyfriends never used my pom poms for that thank God…oh and “Is this yours?” hilarious!
August 27th, 2009 at 8:52 pm… or so you think!! *grin*
You’re welcome, m’dear Jeney!
August 27th, 2009 at 8:56 pmthat poor, poor cat…
August 27th, 2009 at 9:20 pmFINALLY! I’m actually shocked at how long it took for someone to mention the CAT.
August 27th, 2009 at 9:21 pmGood god, I learn something new about you everyday. XDDD
And christ, if only it had been Eric. At least he wouldn’t know what just stickified his presence…
August 27th, 2009 at 9:27 pmSpooging on a blind cat has to be worse than a cat that can find its way to safety… Replace cat with ‘person’ and you’ll see what I mean.
Anyway, I doubt a cat, blind or not, has ANY IDEA… just that their entire universe has suddenly become a damn pompom.
August 27th, 2009 at 9:29 pmOh my. Only you. Seriously, only you.
August 27th, 2009 at 10:39 pmi love your TMIs!! great writing and sexy
August 28th, 2009 at 4:41 amEWWWW haha
August 28th, 2009 at 4:01 pm