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There is something about adolescence that encourages young people to try the unknown, the forbidden. The illicit, the taboo, seem more attractive and exciting somehow. Maybe this is because most young people feel their rights have been infringed upon for long enough, and now is their time to “do their own thing”. And perhaps it is strictly a biological phenomenon.
This is the story of young girls who dare to try the unknown. These are teenage girls trying to find themselves, trying to find out what makes their budding bodies tick, trying to find out what life is really all about. Like many young people, they often learn the hard way.
HOT YOUNG CHEERLEADERS is a story about a time that everyone must face — the fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and confusing time, but one which holds lessons which will remain for a lifetime.
Sally Collins sat on the bathroom vanity clipping her toenails. She loved to sit naked in front of the mirror and look at her body while she did her nails, or otherwise preened herself. She had big tits, smooth shapely thighs, and long blond hair. She had sensual feet with sexy pink toes. She was young and supple, and well-aware that she was one of the most beautiful and desirable teens in town. She knew that every boy in her high school, and nearly every man who saw her wiggling down the street, lusted for her body with raging, steel-hard cock-meat. You’re one of the sexiest little bitches who ever hit this town, she’d think to herself. Then she’d smile and finger her hairy cunt-lips.
Her toenails done now, Sally kneeled up close to the mirror, touching her erect nipples to the glass. She loved to press her body against the cool, smooth surface and imagine that her reflection was another sexy teen just like herself. Then she’d make believe that she was a boy, and that the image she saw was herself making love to him. And thus she could see herself just as a boy would see her. Oh Sally, you are a sexy little bitch, she’d say to herself. Anybody who’d deny it didn’t have eyes.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.