The Mean Cheerleader Is The Most Coveted Girl At School!

Did you ever have a mean cheerleader crush in school?

When I told my boyfriend about some of my exploits in my younger years, he called me a “mean cheerleader.” I laughed and said yes, I was. A group of friends of mine, also cheerleaders, would blue ball guys for the fun of it. We were cock teasers of the absolute worst variety. We were just cruel in how we treated those guys. It’s a wonder no one ever retaliated and took advantage of us, but they didn’t. We just got reputations as being teases. Being cheerleaders, we were the pretty and popular ones that all the guys wanted. To this day, I find tease and denial a fun pursuit.

My mean cheerleader friends and I had our pick of who to choose to date. Some guys were jerks, and they were the ones we’d pick to blue ball. They would think they’d gotten lucky, and we’d start with a hand job. The trick was not to go up and down. Just go up with no down stroke. It drives them insane to not have that back and forth motion. That’s the whole idea. They are practically gritting their teeth, waiting for the satisfaction of a real hand job. Little do the poor fools know, there will be no release for them. They huff, puff, and get red in the face, thinking it will happen. Then, oops! You forgot you had to study for a test, so you must leave.

No payoff, no orgasm.

Just a set of aching blue balls as you walk out the door. They are probably beating their cocks off before I’ve left the building, lol. The other mean cheerleader girls would report back on how many guys they did this to that week. We’d compare notes, and one time I even hid in a closet watching the head cheerleader work. She was the queen of blue balling; we other ladies could learn from her. She had a fantastic body and would wear the most beautiful lingerie and show it off to the guys. Of course, they assumed she’d soon be removing it and fucking them. But that never happened.

I remember almost laughing out loud as she told him he’d have to leave mid-hand-job. She had to get up early to drive her grandmother to the doctor, and she got up and showed him the door. The expression on his face was priceless. His bobbing, hard, waving cock and her standing with her hand on the doorknob and bidding him goodnight. I thought he’d keel over and faint. I was biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Of course, he had no clue I was watching it unfold from the closet. He stood up, tucked away his cock, and mumbled as he grabbed his jacket. He hurriedly left with an angry look on his face but said nothing.

When he left, my mean cheerleader friend and I cried with laughter at his blue balls.

Events like this were commonplace among the other mean cheerleader girls on the squad. We shared the experiences and wanted to help one another make the teasing more memorable for the guys. One girl was so ashamed the guy had cum. He was so horny he just popped at the first stroke. He had no control, and she blamed herself for failing to blue ball him. We knew there were other boys for her to tease, so it wasn’t a big deal.

Guys sometimes avoided us since they knew what we were capable of. Others were so enamored by our looks and charms that they easily fell into our trap.

It was like a fly into a spider web. Those days are full of so many fond memories for us. All the cocks we teased, all the boys we blue balled. Now, of course, most of us are in long-term relationships or married. We have shared the stories of what we did with most of our partners. They say we were those mean cheerleader girls everyone feared and are glad they weren’t the victims of our silly, youthful schemes. Girls can be so mean, especially when there’s a group. I do miss a good blue balling, though; it was fun.

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