Cheerleaders - Taing Taylor

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Hello Readers.

Welcome to another series. I know I don't have the best record with that but this one at least has a couple of parts already written. I still hope you enjoy it.

This story, at least for this submission, is very much reluctance. It is about the slow give in. There is no actual Noncon in the story.

In this part you can expect: Hot Cheerleaders, Futanari, Deep Throat, Mind Games, Domination and Submission.

As always feedback and comments are most welcome.

Everyone is over 18.

I hope you enjoy Taylor's spiral into total submission.

***

Candice Moore couldn't believe her eyes.

She was in the nearly empty locker rooms of the Gailton Presidential University cheerleading team. Its wooden benches, tiled showers and stalls were abandoned.

Nearly empty because there was only one other person still there with her after the game.

Taylor Thompson.

Head Cheerleader for the Gailton Bulls.

She was the opposite of Candice in nearly every way.

Blonde, buxom, beautiful, limber, and almost nauseatingly popular. The only daughter of a state senator, social media darling, general attention grabber and likely the star of at least half her fellow students' private fantasies.

Money had gotten her into the University and she cruised through it for the same reason. The only thing Candice had ever seen her take seriously was her health and sports therapy classes. Not even she could deny that Taylor knew her stuff there and she truly was a phenomenal cheerleader.

Otherwise though, she was a bitch, who thought her money and her beauty made her special and better than everyone else. She always had to be the centre of attention, no matter who, what or where. It had to be about her.

She was also on her knees, a sizable tent rising under the material of her short, red skirt, as she looked up at Candice with bright blue eyes. Her shiny, pink lips wrapped tightly, around the head of Candice's thick cock as it slowly slid back and forth between them.

Only four and a half hours earlier, this would have been beyond her wildest dreams. To have the object of her own desires, and wild perversions submitting to her like this. It had been a fantasy. But now it was a reality.

"Deeper Tay," Candice said and she thrust harder.

"I want to feel your throat."

Taylor, let out a sound, half whine, half groan as another inch of cock was pushed past her lips.

"Don't complain, I can see you twitching down there. Look you're starting to stain your skirt," Candice scolded her, pointing a finger at the bulge rising from Taylor's clothes.

"You want this so bad it has to be unbearable. Leaking in your panties. I can't believe no one else has realized it. That all you really wanted beneath all your posturing and bragging was to be used like a cheap slut."

Taylor let out another sound, this one closer to a protest, but it cut off with a strangled gurgle as Candice grabbed her hair, fingers tangling amongst it and pressed forward, driving her cock deeper into the blonde's throat.

"No, no, no. None of that now, you can't lie to me anymore. I can see it in your eyes Tay. The shame. The need. The potential for such devotion to the one who claims you," Candice scolded the other girl.

"That someone is gonna be me Tay, you're mine now. My little cock-hungry, cheerleader queen. I'm gonna use every hole you have. I'm gonna make you cry, I'm gonna make you beg and you're going to ask me for more. Cause that's what you want. That's what you really crave. It's what you need Tay," Candice said, her breathing getting faster, deeper as she fucked the tight confines of Taylor's throat.

"Now, I'm gonna cum," Candice moaned, "I'm gonna cum so hard, and you're gonna swallow it all Tay. And then you're going to do it again, and again and again."

"Fuuuuuck!" Candice yelled, the echoes of her pleasure filling the room. Her pelvis, pushing against Taylor's nose, holding her in place, every inch of her cock, swallowed by the kneeling blonde. She could feel the cum, rising and surging through her shaft. Felt it explode into Taylor. Knew that the other woman was now hers.

Candice waited till every drop of cum had been sucked from her cock before she pulled back. The tip coming to rest against soft, pink lips. Swiveling her hips, she watched her own cock as it trailed the last remnants of cum across them.

"Say thank you Tay," Candice told the other cheerleader.

"Say it Tay and you can have some more."

"Thank you Candy," Taylor mumbled against the cock at her lips.

"Good girl," Candice replied. "Now open wide."

**

"DADDY! DADDY COME ON! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Taylor Thompson yelled at the top of her lungs, the cry echoing through the massive entryway.

"IT'S THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON! I HAVE TO BE THERE!"

"Taylor for pete's sake. It's early! The game isn't until this afternoon!" Jonathan Thompson replied gruffly as he appeared on the second floor.

Grasping one of the expertly polished, and carved wooden rails, he made his way down the wide, finely carpeted staircase.

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER!" Taylor yelled again.

"Taylor, inside voice, please. I don't need hearing aids quite yet," her father replied as he made shushing motions.

"Your little posse can survive without you for an extra five minutes, I have no doubt," he said.

"Of course they can," Taylor snapped back with a pout, "it's the stupid new girl I'm worried about. Apparently she's cheered before but we haven't even had a practice together yet. She needs to know her place."

Putting his arm around his daughters shoulders, Jonathan spun her around and began heading across the foyer towards the door.

"Oh come now, I know you've been at practice at least five times already this past week alone. Surely you've trained together by now," he mollified.

"Pfft, Candice is too busy for that apparently. She's at Gailton on some stupid scholarship. Emma told me the only reason she's on the team is because of some so-called past experience and that she had to do some sport as a requirement. The University said we had to have her," Taylor complained.

"If she's on a scholarship, then she probably is busy Taylor, those are a lot of work. Not everyone is as passionate about Cheering as you are," Jonathon replied.

Opening the door, he nodded to his bodyguard and the trio made the short trip down a set of grey brick stairs before piling into a black SUV.

Pulling on her seatbelt, making sure it didn't catch on her clothes or pull at her hair, Taylor clicked it into place before continuing her tirade.

"Well if she's putting in that much effort for school, she can put some into practice as well. I don't need some cheap, middle class, cheerleader-wannabe ruining this for me. She can fall into line or I'll drive her out. This is my squad."

"Morning Jeff, the university post-haste if you would," Jonathon said to his driver, ignoring his daughter for a moment as he slid into his own seat.

"Sure thing Mr Thompson," came the reply from the front.

Turning to his daughter again, Jonathon replied, patting her on the knee in consolation.

"I'm sure you can handle it Taylor. I have faith in you."

"Of course I can handle it, it's just a pain is all."

"Good, you're a Thompson. We get things done."

"And speaking of getting things done, I'm sorry, I won't be at the game, I've got a meeting for the new legislation they are trying to push through. I need to make sure it happens," he continued.

"DADDY!" Taylor whined and her beautiful face twisted into a scowl.

Jonathon gave his daughter a doubtful look.

"Oh don't give me that. You don't need me there and I'm sure you and your squad will have much more fun without me and my security breathing down your necks."

That made his daughter blush and avert her eyes with a smile.

"Mmhmm, that's what I thought," Jonathon said, "just be safe and don't touch any drugs. The last thing I need now is a scandal."

"Don't worry Daddy, I'll be safe. Nothing stupid. I promise," Taylor replied earnestly.

"Uh huh," her father replied skeptically.

Any further exchanges were halted when his phone rang. Her father immediately pulling it from his jacket pocket and launching into a heated argument with whoever was on the other end.

Taylor let it wash over her. It wasn't something for her to worry about. She stayed out of her fathers way and he stayed out of hers. Pulling her own phone out of her bag and starting to flip through several different social media platforms, her eyes darted as she took in the latest trends and who was doing what, where and with who. She found herself featured in several of them with her friends.

That wasn't anything out of the ordinary, she always made sure they all looked good and knew where the hottest spots were to be at night. Her own private pages already had thousands of followers and they were always growing. If she couldn't get where she wanted to be through her fathers connections then being an influencer was a potential backup plan.

The ten minute drive to the university flew by while Taylor buried herself in her phone. Messages flying back and forth between herself and her squad.

As soon as the car pulled up to the curb, Taylor gave her father a peck on the cheek and was out the door with a wave. He waved back half-heartedly, still focused on his argument and then with the slam of the door he was gone, Jeff whisking him away to work.

Emma, Kiera and Clara were all waiting for her. The three of them, clustered around one of the high, iron gates that marked an entrance to the university. Seeing them, Taylor let herself relax just a little, she was away from her father now. A glance down the street, told her the SUV was turning the corner and heading out of sight. She could be a bit looser now.

Part of that was the smirk she let plaster itself across her face as she let her eyes wander. Guys, girls, both. It didn't really matter to her, as long as they were hot. And her squad were definitely that. Any of them could be a model. Kiera was sometimes when she felt like it.

All of them were fit, lean and in their prime.

Emma was mostly legs. Two, long, silky-smooth, muscular legs that looked like a stairway to heaven. Her chest wasn't particularly large, but extraordinarily perky and firm. Like herself Emma was also perfectly tanned, and blonde, her long tresses kept in a singular high pony tail that ended at the nape of her neck. Dazzling green eyes, a cute little nose and soft lips that often tasted like strawberries completed her package.

Clara was a brunette. The only one of the four of them that wasn't a blonde. She was also slightly shorter.

That didn't make her any less hot in Taylor's eyes though. Smokey eyes, that always seemed to be laughing at a joke you wouldn't understand had drawn many a lucky man and woman to her side. Everyone that experienced her fantastical curves and generous lips was always drawn back for more.

Finally there was Kiera. The Vice-Captain of the Squad. If she called anyone her best friend, it was her. Part of it was simply because Kiera was a Futanari like her. She understood the urges that came with it. Dealt with them differently but she understood. But there was more to it. Her father was a politician like her own, her mother had left just like hers, and wasn't involved in her life and she too was driven to be the best possible cheerleader she could be.

Some had even said they could be sisters. Sharing the same interests, the same looks. They could be carbon copies of each other. Tall, blonde, fit but not overly muscled, the same bright blue eyes, the same long blonde hair that they kept in similar long ponytails. They were even built the same, slightly top heavy, with a generous bust for an athlete. From the little experience she was willing to admit to, they were both roughly the same down below as well. Growers rather than showers which was helpful for the uniforms they wore when cheering, but when excited there was nothing to complain about size wise at all.

"Hey!" Taylor called out as she strode up to them.

The three of them moved as one, converging on her in a pack as they surrounded her and made their own greetings.

"Hey Tay."

"Hey."

"Hi sweetie."

Taylor smiled at them all, flashing teeth before striding past and heading past the gate, pulling all of them in her wake.

"I need to get changed, these clothes are stifling, especially seeing you three looking this hot," Taylor said over her shoulder as she kept walking.

Her father, not normally one to interfere in her life or tell her no, had made a simple request of her. To dress modestly while at home.

The rarity of the request had made her say yes. That and her father had always accepted what she was, but she knew that seeing her bulge still made him uncomfortable. If covering up a bit at home kept him out of the rest of what she did. Then that was a fair trade in her opinion.

Her comment got a smirk from Kiera but the other two ignored it, it was a common exchange between them now. Taylor headed straight for the locker room that the squad used.

"What classes do we share today?" she asked no one in particular as they cruised through the hallways.

"None with me," Emma replied, "only practice before the game."

"Same here," said Clara.

Her eyes flicked to Kiera, who shook her head.

"It's Friday babe. You're with her all day."

"Ugh, god damn it," Taylor said as she pushed open the door to the locker room.

"You need to talk to her before the game anyway," Clara said.

"You mean she needs to make sure she knows her place," Kiera corrected.

"Maybe she's actually decent?" Emma risked, and Taylor answered with a glare.

Reaching her locker, Taylor fiddled with the lock for a second before flinging it open.

"If she was good, or she cared, she could've come to at least one practice. Ignoring them all is just disrespectful to the team and to me," Taylor said sourly.

Pulling off the cardigan she'd chosen for the ride with her father, then the pants that were much better at hiding her bulge. Taylor tossed them into the locker, not bothered at all by being half naked in front of her friends. They'd seen it before, and she knew how hot she looked. Cleavage pumped up by her sports bra and her panties giving tantalizing hints at what lay beneath.

Kiera was watching her with obvious interest, while Emma and Clara pretended they weren't. She tried not to laugh at their terrible attempts. Letting them look was just part of the power she had over them. The occasional kiss and fondle, that kept them happy and loyal as well.

They could never be more than that, their families were upper crust like hers, but they didn't have the power or influence like her father or the sheer wealth that Kiera's commanded. The best they could ever be was a dalliance. Someone to serve her whims.

With slow, deliberate movements to draw the eye, Taylor slipped on her skirt. Bright red, with a white stripe around it near the bottom, it covered her crotch and the top part of her legs, ending an inch above the knee.

White knee-highs followed.

Then her top. Also white but with bright red lettering of Gailton spread across her chest. Taylor pulled it taut a few times, shaking non-existent wrinkles out of the fabric just so she could watch the others try not to ogle her.

"How do I look?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Good, hot," Emma said a tad too quickly.

Clara didn't say anything but she nodded along with Emma's statement. Kiera just rolled her eyes at her. She knew how much of a tease she could be.

Locking her locker back up quickly, Taylor quickly sat on the wooden bench that ran between the rows of lockers, and put her sneakers back on. White ones of course. The uniform had to look perfect, just like her. Just as she was finished tying them the bell rang signifying the start of classes.

"Alright bitches, I'm gonna go deal with the real bitch," Taylor said as she stood.

"Haha, have fun with that," Kiera laughed, she was already heading for the door.

Emma and Clara waited, letting Taylor stand and start heading out before following her to the door and then leaving for their own classes.

"Bye Tay!"

"Good luck with the Ice Queen!"

Taylor flipped them off without breaking stride. She wanted to be in class first. If she could she'd be able to nail Candice right as she came in the door.

Candice fucking Moore.

Newly resident Ice Queen of Gailton University and now thorn in her side. Dumped directly into her cheerleading team because she had previous experience and they were the only ones available.

She'd tried to bring her into her little posse at first, but after first getting a cold shoulder and then all attempts at getting Candice to come practice had fallen on deaf ears.

The school rumor mill had popped a few options for her behavior. That her scholarship was just a cover for some dark secret.

That she'd been expelled from her last school.

That she was a witness in a big trial and had to keep a low profile.

That she was gay. She'd flat out ignored Kyle Marsh's attempts at getting a date, the football team's running back and universally accepted hottest guy on campus. That had got her the Ice Queen label.

That she was a Futanari and couldn't decide whether to be open about it since she always used the private changing rooms.

Taylor didn't care what the reason was. Every response she'd received to her overtures had seemed to be deliberately designed to infuriate her. Today was going to be the end of it.

"Hey babes! You ready for the game?"

Taylor schooled her face as the voice broke her angry thoughts. Widening her eyes and painting as vapid a smile on her face as she could, she stopped her furious passage and turned towards the voice.

"Chad!" she exclaimed.

Chad Zuckerman. Star Quarterback. Potential future husband. Terrible at pretty much everything else. They'd fooled around a little bit, nothing serious - over the clothes only- and Chad didn't care at all that she was a futanari. Which was probably the second best thing she could say about him after the fact he could throw a ball really well. Promises of having a real relationship once he was signed by one of the pro teams had him following her around like a lost puppy.

"I can't wait for the game! You're gonna love my moves!" Taylor said and she made sure she bounced just enough to draw the eye.

Predictably Chad zeroed in on her cleavage immediately and didn't look away.

"Oh I'm sure I will babes. You look so hot in that uniform."

"You say the nicest things Chad," Taylor said, amping up the smile, "I'll cheer extra hard for you."

"Aww babes! I'll throw a TD just for you!"

"Oooh you do that and maybe we can find some place to be alone together after the game," Taylor teased.

That made Chad tear his eyes away from her chest. He flashed his own grin and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he played out the daydream scenario in his mind.

"What if I throw two?" He challenged her and took a step towards her.

"Make it three and maybe you'll find out," Taylor told him, stepping away, "but I've got a class to get to Mister."

"Three TD's babes, you just watch!" Chad called after her.

Taylor just rolled her eyes now that she wasn't looking at him. She'd have to keep the promise if he managed it, but she was sure she could stop anything serious from happening. Just taking her top off would probably keep him happy for weeks.

The rest of the walk to class went by uneventfully. To her huge disappointment, Candice was already there, seated up the back corner with an invisible barrier of indifference built up around her. What did surprise her though, was she was actually wearing the cheerleader uniform. It was not the usual attire Candice was usually seen in. Slipping into a seat a few rows away, Taylor surreptitiously tried to get a look at the other woman.