She was a grown-up doll of Bambi eyes and Goldilocks who hopped, as in hopscotch, across the dim street towards me. Her skirt danced with the wind for the quiet ghouls and monsters to spectate. After only a glance at her my heart was ready to pop. She planted her sneaker on the face of the first dummy and stomped her way upwards using their bodies as steps. The dummies made a grunting *Plamp!* noise after every impact, but she giggled like if she was in a bouncy castle.
She stopped close enough from me for her cherry-perfume to become like fire, it was painful to stay still.
Then grabbed her phone and called a friend; her voice had a Barbie-accent:
"Hiiii! I'm ready! But had to go to the store for some stuff and my feet are killing me too much to walk back, soooooo... could you pick me up here? Is this house with uuuuugly dummies that..."
She continued for some time, but after that... nothing. My chance was melting. I screamed for her to move one more step, but she remained irenic. Until. To stretch, she grabbed the back of her legs and bent over. I felt like the invisible man while I watched her pink thong, like if I had eyes on the cheerleader's locker room. She moaned about how much she needed a massage and then... a screech: "What the heck?!" Her heel accidentally found my face so she nailed her skirt to her legs by instinct.
But after looking at me, she let go, and like scolding her teddy bear said:
"Enjoying the show, you uggo?" Then lifted her skirt and went down. My head was compressed under her pussy, her cheeks glued to my face and my nose was devoured. She wiggled as she mocked me calling me an ugly pervert. Still sitting, she took off her sneakers and the stench killed off the cherry-perfume. "Eeeeewww my feet are so sweaty," she said and rubbed them against my crotch to dry them off. I bit my lip until I tasted blood to not come, but she kept grinding and grinding my dick. The drops that came off were rubbed on her feet like cream.
"Almost here??? I have waited for yeeeeaaaaars!!!!" She said now talking in the phone. "One minute? Oki." She put her sneakers back on and stood up on me. One shoe pushed on my chest and the other was about to break my throat on two. My body twitched like a fish on land, but she only cared where her friend was. She moved her head searching for her until... they appeared.
3 cars parked in front of our driveway. I saw at least five cheerleaders in each car. "Squaaaaaad!" She roared and the others ran out of their cars towards us. I felt a cold tear running down my face as I saw them brawling to be the first to hug her little teammate. The stampede of girls reached us in seconds. I had dozens of sneakers crushing me like a bug. I saw panties and then received a kick to the face, a girl without underwear, and then a kick to the face. I was just part of floor, legs came from nowhere to trample me. They laughed fighting to stay on my body until I blacked out. On what it seemed like a second later my eyes became like stitched together, my body didn't respond. It pulsated in synchrony as an afterburn pain traveled trough it. When... I saw her.
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