Goth Cheerleader Novels & Stories

MAX The rap song playing from the speakers in the converted garage was thumping so hard I could feel it in the soles of my feet. The air smelled like cheap keg beer, sweat, and of course, victory. We’d just crushed our rivals, and as the quarterback of the hockey team—the guy who’d made the final play—I should’ve been high on the win. But I wasn't. I was fucking high on the sight of Clover. Clover Arnold was a goddess with a mean streak, the leader of the cheer team, and unfortunately, she was Chad’s girl. My best friend's property, and that should make her off limits for real.

“Hi there Grimsborrow high, it’s your cheer captain Anastasia. I know it’s hard to believe I’m the one making this video but the Reapers desperately need your help. We need you to bring your best cheer spirit to the Hawkins stadium tonight at Patrick’s county. I may be the school’s greatest cheerleader but I can’t carry the team spirit on my own. So if you love the Reapers. And you want our awesome streak of winning to continue, then I need you to buy our team’s merch. And be as loud as you can to cheer them. I’d say go Reapers, but I’ll leave that for you guys.” I hummed, it’s a polite video. Not at all the monster I expected. And the cheer uniform looks fantastic on me. I just know, the se

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 1 Tiana Rogers, a hot new member of the cheerleading squad, needs something hotter to sate the burning tingly sensation between her legs and she finds the perfect dick for the job when she meets Coach Carlton. She tests the waters of high school surrounded by other sex-crazed teens with its ups and downs. Her desire for Coach Carlton takes her into uncharted territory. What started as innocent encounters and not-so-innocent daydreams morph into real sex-packed action neither of them could resist.

Even then, I’d banged my knee on one of the other girls’ shoulders and had a big bruise. Still, part of being a cheerleader is selling it. As we began the cheer, I stepped into position. “Give me a V!” we all shouted, and thanks to Elliott, we got a huge response. “Give me an I!” They all did as instructed, and we did our movements, continuing to spell “victory,” something we would not be getting tonight for sure. On the R, I put my first foot up into Jessica’s intertwined fingers. On the Y, I swung up my other foot over to Rachel. We all shouted “Victory!” and they pushed me up toward the ceiling. I raised my pompons and shouted, “Victory! Victory! SHS!” Holding the pose for a split second,

She was a high school boys wet dream, the perfect high school teacher, although she would never let anyone know if it flattered her or not. Rachael pushed open the door and walked in. She looked around and saw that three other people were also taking late test. She saw two boys that were older than she was that she didn't know and she saw Ariel Cooper, another senior who she knew by reputation. She was a Goth or punk girl or something and Rachael tried to stay away from her. She could see Ariel giving her dirty looks as she came in. Sometimes Goths were impervious to the charms of the cheerleader. "Hello Mrs. Lowell," Rachael said sweetly and then sat down in her seat.

I moaned, sliding my cunt slowly up his cock, "I think we need the others." Coach Morgan put her whistle in her mouth and blew. The shrill note echoed through the room. I glanced at the doors and smiled as the other cheerleaders entered naked. Mercedes, Pita, and Alexandra all strutted nude into the room, their boobs jiggling. They were each gorgeous.

Yeah, no. Before I could turn the other way, she grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. I couldn't protest because it would be a waste of time. "Hey, it's Zayne," work on your whispering, girls. Or maybe I just had quite a hearing. I sighed when the cheerleaders did what most teenage girls would. They pump up their chests and pull their top down to expose their tits. Irritating.

Hands tucked in his pocket. “Slut, you got what you deserved. A scholarship student trying to match heads with your benefactors. Everyone knew you were going to be thrown to the curb anytime soon, you piece of trashy Charity.” One of the cheerleaders who had apologized to me just yesterday taunted. I’m not surprised though. This people switched up so fast.

The girl in front of me—Brittany Rae Lynn, cheer captain, ponytail so high it could pick up a satellite—turned around. “Love the hoodie. Hollister?” “Thrift store in Nashville. Five bucks.” She blinked like I’d spoken Martian. “Cute. I’m Brittany. Captain of freshman cheer. You should try out.” I gave her the smile Mom calls my “public polite.” “I fall off moving objects for fun. Not sure that’s cheer material.”

she asked and they nodded in the affirmative. Amber scoffed. "Really? That's your excuse?" she looked at Melissa and the third girl who got picked as well, Hazel, and returned her gaze to Candice. "If that's the case, why am I the only one drenched in sticky cheese sauce and can't feel my body?" she snapped this time. Candice shrugged again. "Because you were the best out of all of them. You shouldn't feel bad. Take it as a privilege because you are now a member of the wonderful cheerleading squad called?"