I continued to lick his head until his hand forced me down on it. The dick-head rubbed against my tonsils and my tongue licked around the pipe holding...my mouth open. I bobbed up and down each time getting a little further, he was moving his hips up while his hand pushed me down until I gagged. He held me down and popped his load into my mouth, filling it quickly, I let most of it slide down his cock but some made it down my throat. I kept sucking and licking until he was soft again. I crawled. The thing about the junior varsity cheerleaders was Sarah, Gina and Iwere smoking clove cigarettes behind the gym after school one day duringthe first week of school when the cheerleading squad walked by on theirway to practice. They looked so wholesome and neat in their white t-shirts and blue shorts, their ponytails swinging. I wanted to corruptthem all in a sick way, until they were like the tattooed cheerleaders inthe "Smells Like Teen Spirit" video. Fuck yeah-- zombie. He punished me and delighted me with his icy stare. We resumed our walking when he stopped all of a sudden. He leaned in closer as if about to kiss me and then put his hand on the exposed side of my stomach. He gripped it hard only to let go again. I felt my body buckle under his strong grip and sudden release. All the while he pierced me with his eyes. I averted mine only to be swayed into looking back at them again. I was drawn to them as one is when revisiting a scene of incomprehensible. " Once I was inside.... "Damn girl! You lookgreat, but what's the deal? Why are you dressed this way? Ralph told meabout you, but I really didn't believe him! He's such a putz." Call me Kristen Gail." You bet!"Other than Ralph, Gail was my next best friend, and that's why I toldher the whole story. I had to. She would find out anyway, so I hadnothing to lose and everything to gain. She and I just sat there as Itold her that I liked being a girl, and that mom had bought things thatlet me look.