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Subject: {ASSM} Cheerleader with No Panties meets Kaylok the Barbarian (superhero parody mf ff orgy anal humor) by Johnny D.
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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This is just the latest story to star the Cheerleader with No Panties,
but should stand alone okay so don't worry if you've not read any
of the others.

If, of course, you do want to read any of the Cheerleader's previous
adventures, or any of my other stories, then you can find them at:

  http://member.newsguy.com/files/Authors/j/wwwondfic/jd/

There's even a mailing list you can join if you'd like my stories
delivered direct to your mailbox as soon as I finish them!  Aren't
you lucky?  ;)

I'm actually warming to the Cheerleader with No Panties now, which
is surprising considering I originally created her as a one-story
joke several years ago.  And this story's come out a lot better
than the previous one did.  If you've got any views on this, don't
keep them to yourself - drop me an email!

***

Cheerleader with No Panties meets Kaylok the Barbarian
======================================================

Another exciting adventure starring the Cheerleader with No Panties.

by Johnny D.


In a time of thieves, super-villains, and mayors, a city in crisis
cried out for a hero.  She was the Cheerleader with No Panties, a
superslut forged in the heat of orgasm.  The passion...  the orgies...
Her deeds will change the world.


Breath steamed in front of her as she chipped gently at the ice with 
her small pick, examining each new set of shards for possible finds.  
But no finds were found, and Doctor Martha Smidt, renowned archeologist, 
could only wonder what the dark shape in the center of the ice block 
might be.

Scattered around the block, her students and subordinates were
similarly chipping and pondering.  They were all clad in thick jumpers,
thicker anoraks and thick mittens, and not for the first time Dr Smidt
had cause to regret that she was wearing only her thermal underwear and
a thin blouse and skirt beneath her clean white lab-coat.  But this had
been such a strange assignment; called upon by the Italian government
to investigate something found by an oil company looking for new
oilfields in the Alps.  So excited she had been on first seeing it that
she had felt nothing but a warm glow even as the snow had begun to pile
up on her hat.  At least her assistant had had the sense to erect a
tent.

Frustratingly, some of her students seemed to have dug closer to
whatever it was in the ice than she had.  She knew she shouldn't feel
jealous of them - they needed the experience and were quite competant -
but nonetheless she wanted so much to know what it was they had found.
And those students must be nearly upon it now...

And then a girl screamed.  Dr Smidt dropped her pick and rushed around 
the block, to find one of her students collapsed on the floor.  This 
girl had indeed beaten her to the meat of this dig, meat which was now 
protruding noticably from the iceblock.

Dr Smidt swallowed and exclaimed "Look at the size of that!"


"Give it up, Expanding Ass Man, your evil scheme will not succeed!"
shouted the Cheerleader with No Panties, dodging nimbly aside as her
adversary turned around and expanded his backside to a massive
size, crushing the hotdog stand she had been standing beside mere
seconds before.

"You'll never take me alive, Cheerleader with No Panties!" shouted back
the supervillain, contracting his ass to normal dimensions before
sitting down and expanding and contracting it quickly, sending himself
flying into the air and over an office block.

"Oh no you don't." mutterered the cheerleading superheroine, flying
into the air herself and catching Expanding Ass Man before he could
make good his getaway.  "It's back to the special federal prison for 
you!"

The crowd of onlookers cheered, though whether for her capture of the
rampaging supervillain or the sight of her nude pussy under her skirt
she couldn't be sure.


After returning Exploding Ass Man to jail (and ensuring that his
warders wouldn't forget to give him his special ass-shrinking medicine
again), the Cheerleader flew leisurely back home.  Home, of course, was
for civilians and, ducking into a convenient allyway and muttering her 
magic chant under her breath, the Cheerleader emerged moments later in 
her civilian guise as Linda Carpenter, schoolgirl and nymphomaniac.

Slamming the front door behind her, the teenaged Linda sloaped into the
kitchen.  "Hi Mom, what's for dinner?" she said, planting a light kiss
on her mother's kindly cheek.

Jessica Carpenter looked down at her daughter with indulgent eyes.  She
worried sometimes about the late nights her daughter kept, and her
innumerable sleepovers at friends' houses, but for the most part she
recognised that Linda was a kind girl who didn't do drugs and wasn't
pregnant, which seemed to put her massively ahead of the rest of her
generation already.  And it wasn't as if Jessica hadn't had a few late
nights when _she_ was a teenager - although those were of course of a
very different nature to the innocent games that Linda and her nice
friend would be playing.

Linda waved her hand in front of her mother's eyes, snapping her out of
her reverie.  "Mom?  You okay?"

"Oh?  Oh, yes darling, I'm okay.  Just thinking." smiled Jessica.
"Dinner?  I was thinking maybe pizza!"

"Yay, I love pizza!"

"I thought as much.  Why don't you watch TV or something until it's
ready - it'll be about five minutes."

Linda skipped into the living room, flopped onto a chair and started to
search for the remote control for the television.  Finally, after
applying her x-ray vision to numerable piles of women's magazines, she
located it underneath the cushion she was sitting on.  Pointing it in
the vague direction of the TV, she flicked rapidly through the channels...

"Today in Congress, Senator Lieberman said-"  Boring.

"Superbowl teams announced-"  Boring.

"-discovery in the Alps of a complete Iron Age human frozen in i-"
Boring.

"Same as we do every week, try to take over th-"  Boring.

"Mr Data, Engage."  Boring.

"Robin, can you reach my anti-handcuff Bat-acid-spray?"  Boring, not to
mention horrendously unrealistic.  I mean, how was she supposed to take
a guy who dressed in a bad Haloween costume seriously as a crimefighter?

"-bodyslams the Undertaker-"  Boring.

"A rally of a hundred homeless people was bro-"  Boring.

"Holy Matriachs-In-Drag, Batman!"  Hadn't she already seen this
channel?

"Just put the cow into the Mince-O-Matic, add potatoes, turn the handle
and voila - nutricious, tasty stew, good for any occaision!"  Boring.

Boring, boring, boring.  She had _got_ to persuade her Mom to buy some
cooler TV channels.


Linda saw the signal-light projecting the image of a massive hairless
pussy onto the clouds at exactly eleven o'clock that night, coincentally 
while she was in the middle of a phone-sex session with her friend Nancy.  
Nancy had described in loving, sumptuous detail how she would sneak up on 
Linda as she was bent over a water-fountain and eat out her pussy from 
behind, and Linda had just started to tell Nancy how she would use her 
gymnastic training to hang from the high-bars while Linda suckled on 
her erect straining clitoris...

But the police were using their Cheerleader-Signal to summon her, a
signal only used in the direst circumstances.  A signal she didn't
dare ignore.

Linda made a quick excuse (Mum wanted to have a talk with her about the
Facts of Life.  Like her mother knew anything about _that_.) and opened
her window, feeling the cold night wind raise goosebumps upon her naked
flesh.  Whispering her magic chant under her breath, she felt her chest
swell, her hair shimmer, her whole body change shape and become clothed
with a cheerleader's uniform spun from the air itself.

And then she flew out of the window.


The Cheerleader with No Panties arrived at the police headquarters to
find Chief O'Lada in deep conversation with a bookish, bespectacled man 
she didn't recognise.  As she alighted next to them, the Chief turned to 
speak to her and the bespectacled man's bottom jaw dropped open.

"There you are, Cheerleader with No Panties.  Thank you for coming."
burred the Chief of Police.  "The President himself asked us to contact
you."

"The President?  Wow, it must be important...  what's up, Chief?"

"It's a bit outside your usual area of operations.  You see, the
President is responding to a request from the Italian Prime Minister...
a request of a scientific nature.  Doctor Havvacatta here can fill you 
in on the details."

The bespectacled man wiped the drool from his chin and spoke in a flat,
droning yet slightly choked voice.  "We've lost contact with Doctor
Smidt and her team, and we'd like you to investigate."

Well, that sure answered nothing, as confusion reigned supreme over the
Cheerleader's features.  "Who's Doctor Smidt?  What team?  Where does
the Italian Prime Minister fit into this?"

Dr Havvacatta double-took.  "Surely you jest!  Surely you know Doctor
Martha Elizabeth Smidt, the foremost arctic archeologist in the
world!?!"

The Cheerleader with No Panties raised an eyebrow, then cut across Dr
Havvacatta's attempted diatribe against the youth of today.  "So this
archeologist woman's got lost in the Arctic and you want me to find
her?  Okay, should be easy enough."

"Not quite, Cheerleader with No Panties." Chief O'Lada lilted.  "You 
see, Doctor Smidt isn't missing in the Arctic - she's been working at 
a site in the Alps in northern Italy.  She and some of her students."

"They've been excavating one of the most thrilling finds of recent
times - what we believe to be the body of a prehistoric human,
perfectly preserved in the ice!"

"So this woman and her students have wandered off and got lost in
the Alps?" guessed the Cheerleader.

"Not quite." said Dr Havvacatta.  "We lost contact with Dr Smidt and
her team about twelve hours ago.  Our only communication since was a
garbled message from Dr Smidt's assistant; we were unable to fully
transcribe it, but she was clearly distressed and we could hear screaming.
We think something may have happened.  And this is where you come in, 
superhero.  Inclement weather conditions are preventing us from checking 
on the team by normal means, so the Italian Government requests that you 
fly to Dr Smidt's camp and find out what has happened to them."

The Cheerleader with No Panties thought for a moment.  It was rather
further afield than she would normally operate, and it wasn't the kind
of job she would normally undertake...  but it probably wouldn't take
long, and she'd always wanted to see Italy.  "Okay," she said, and flew
out the door at super-speed.

"Wait, you stupid superhero girl!" Dr Havvacatta shouted after her.
"We haven't told you where Dr Smidt's camp is yet!"


Ice and driving snow were no handicap to the airborne Cheerleader
with No Panties as she soared high above the mountains, her powerful
x-ray vision penetrating the blizzards and scanning the landscape below
for the archeologists' camp.  She was still angry at herself for the way
she'd acted towards Dr Havvacatta; a superhero shouldn't _be_ impolite
or petulant.  But she'd encountered men like him before; short yet
snooty, looking down his nose at her, detesting her blatext sexuality.
Probably deeply religious.  No doubt he would have to say a few dozen
Hail Marys to be absolved of the contamination of even being in the same
room as her.  Probably had a wife, equally religious, who wore a
cardigan and kept her house nice and clean.  They probably had sex once
every couple of months, in the missionary position, with the lights out.
In bed, of course.

The Cheerleader was so busy imagining how sad Havvacatta's life must be
that she almost missed the archeologist's camp.  A small network of
tents, sheltered close to the base of a particularly sharp peak.  As the
superhero swept towards it, her x-ray vision was already showing her the
situation inside.

Desolation.

Devastation.

The tents were lit by guttering oil lamps; the electrical generator in
the centre of the largest tent had clearly been damaged at some point
and the occupants had turned to more primitive methods of illumination.
The snow that was the tent floors was scuffled, kicked into rough,
primitive patterns; evidence of a struggle and a desparate attempt at 
escape.

And more disturbing, in the outlaying tents, the Cheerleader saw the
bodies.  Broken human beings, their clothes torn, their heads lolling at
awkward angles.  She flew in through the canvas and knelt beside one, a
pretty girl in her early twenties, and was surprised when her fingers
found a pulse beating in her neck.  Weak, erratic, but alive.  Looking 
closer, the superhero saw that the girl was drooling, a soft pool of 
spittle just failing to freeze on her shoulder.  The top half of her 
clothing - a thick white coat - seemed to have been scratched and ripped 
randomly, but her thick winterproof trousers had been torn completely 
open about the crotch; her pussy displayed to the world the clear evidence 
of a recent and forceful visitation; from its open lips drooled a familiar 
white fluid.

What had happened here?

The Cheerleader lightly grasped the girl's head and looked into her
eyes, and the girl looked blankly back.  It was as if there was no-one
home; some mind-blowing experience had forced this poor female to
retreat inside herself.  Checking the girl for serious injuries - and
finding none - the Cheerleader rolled her into the recovery position and
looked around.  Now she knew what she was looking for, she could see
that all of the bodies - what she had thought were dead bodies - were in
a similar state.  All of them were women, all of them alive but weak,
all of them withdrawn, all of them recently pentrated.

In her time as a superhero, the Cheerleader with No Panties had seen a
lot of people in shock, but nothing compared to this.  What could have
happened, she wondered, to leave so many women in such a perilous state?

And as she pondered this it came around the corner, charging with a
lolloping gait.  Naked except for a bone necklace, face painted with
what looked like blood, hair unkempt, forehead pronounced, six feet 
tall, a massively muscular man with a bodybuilder's physique and 
rampant body-hair.  His hard fourteen-inch penis stabbed through the cold 
air before him, and a battlecry burst gutterally from his lips:

"KAYLOK WANT PUSSY!"


Once she had finished battering him into unconciousness with a piece of
lead piping, the Cheerleader with No Panties took a moment to admire
the barbarian's body in more detail.  He was clearly unlike any man she
had ever seen; a throwback to a bygone, more primal age, when men were
men and women were women, urges went unsupressed and nobody but nobody
wore clothes.

She sighed, running her hand over his thick, pronounced pectoral
muscles.  "So, you're what's caused all the problems here, are you?"
she breathed.  "But what are you, where did you come from?  Have you
been living out here in the ice and snow for all these years?"  She
lightly brushed her fingernails over his abdomen, feeling her own sex
starting to respond to such close proximity to this wild unrestrained
piece of man.  "And are there any more like you, or are you all alone?"

His penis was flacid now, but still an impressive twelve inches long.
And thick too; not a thin little prick like so many of the 'big' men
these days.  She took it in her hand, gently caressing it.  "This is 
what drove you to do this, isn't it?  You  saw all these women 
archeologists working here and just couldn't hold  yourself back."  
Surprisingly, she could feel his cock responding to her touch, growing 
in her hand.  "Is it a long time since you had a woman, is that it?  A 
long time out here with nothing but your own hand to keep you satisfied?"  
Now that cock was it's full erect, throbbing fifteen inches.  A little 
bead of precum was forming on the engorged glans; the Cheerleader bent 
down and licked it off, taking a moment to savour the salty goodness.  
Another one started to appear as soon as the first one was gone, and 
the Cheerleader licked that one off too.

She heard a gasp, and to her surprise found that the barbarian had
regained conciousness.

He started to grunt and tried to get up, but the Cheerleader with No
Panties put her hand on his chest and pushed him back down.  "I can
lift a tank with one finger, so you're not going anywhere until I let
you." she said sweetly.  "And in the meantime we're going to work out
all the frustrations that made you do this."

The barbarian tried to struggle but couldn't move as the Cheerleader
bent down and took his cock inside her mouth.  It was so big she could
only get the first quarter into her mouth, and even then her cheeks
were straining, her lips a big round 'O' around his meat.  With her
free hand she stroked parts she couldn't suck, as her tongue danced
awkwardly between her teeth and his shaft.  The barbarian's struggling
had ceased and he was laying back, letting her suck him off.

She took him out for a second, strings of her salyva sticking to his
cockhead, before going down on him again, his end rubbing against the
back of her throat.  Her own pussy was almost dripping with excitement,
and she took her hand off his cock to roughly massage her clit.

"Kaylok like teen mouth..." the barbarian breathed.

The superhero abruptly withdrew her head and shuffled up his body, her
hand still on his chest, holding him down.  "Now let's see what that
cock can really do." she said, positioning her pussy directly above it.
She wore no panties under her short pleated skirt, and the tip of his
penis rubbed teasingly against her clitoris.  Then she descended,
taking one inch and two and more, going all the way, feeling her
super-cunt stetch to accomodate the massive manhood that was
penetrating her.  Finally all sixteen inches were inside her and she
groaned from the feeling of fullness, from the sensation of her
super-sensitive pussy lips just barely in contact with his balls.

She raised herself onto her knees, exposing fully five inches of his
cock to the cold air, then sat down to thrust it fully back inside her,
her juices oozing out between her lips and the shaft.  Again, and again
she withdrew then pushed the cock back home, getting faster and faster,
feeling herself getting higher and higher.  She moved her hand down her
body to frig her clit, pushing it against the rapidly-moving cock, 
struggling to restrain the urge to fuck at super-speed as the orgasm 
approached.

"KAYLOK LIKE TEEN PUSSY!" shouted the barbarian, as with a grunt he
climaxed, and she shuddered as she felt his cock shoot his white seed deep
into her juicy depths.  The Cheerleader felt her own orgasm wash over
her too, and she grunted as she strained to restrain her super-strong
vaginal muscles from doing damage to the glorious man within her, and
gasped as her vision tunnelled and her mind almost exploded with the
pleasure.

The barbarian was panting as they came down from their heights, but the
Cheerleader had more plans for him.  "Oh no, it's not over yet." she
said, smiling cruelly.  "We're going to make sure _all_ of your
frustrations are gone so there's no risk of you molesting any more poor
women."  She shifted herself so that her feet were on the floor and
started to bounce up and down on his still-hard cock with even greater
vigour.  Her juices, mixed with his own ample cum, was oozing out of
her pussy and lubricating his shaft and balls, which she squeezed gently 
with her free hand, while her other was still on his chest, holding him 
down.

Although now the barbarian warrior was showing no signs of wanted to get
up; laying tossing his head and back and forth as his throbbing cock
was fucked by the superhero's super-slick super-deep super-tight cunt.
On the down-thrust every inch of his shaft was inside her, every inch
been gripped and massaged by amazing muscles inside this amazing woman.
On the up-thrust the cold air only made her cunt seem all the hotter.

The Cheerleader thrust her free hand up her jersey to massage at her
sensitive, straining nipple as she felt the climax grow inside her
once more.  Her cunt was throbbing like it had never throbbed before as
the seventeen inches of uncivilised uncircumsized penis penetrated her
completely, rubbing her stetched pussy innards in ways they had never
been rubbed before.  Much more she couldn't take and finally her orgasm
crashed through her body like a tidal wave upon an island nation,
causing her to tense and shudder.  Below her the barbarian was
bellowing "KAYLOK LIKE!  KAYLOK LIKE!" as his cock exploded, showering
her insides with a million droplets of beautiful white semen.  She just
barely had the presence of mind not to crush his cock into a thick
paste, but couldn't stop herself digging her fingernails into his chest
so deep they drew blood.

Finally, the Cheerleader with No Panties dragged herself off the
exhausted body of the barbarian warrior.  Their mixed cum was running
down the insides of her thighs and sweat had plastered her hair to the
back of her neck.  It had, all said, been the best sex she'd had in
quite some time.


The Cheerleader with No Panties flew the women to the local medical
facility one at a time, wrapping them tightly in blackets to protect
them from the cold.  The barbarian, still sound asleep after their
thunderous coupling, she flew out last.  The women, who mostly 
archeology students and their tutors, had all been checked over by 
the best doctors Italy had to offer.  None of their injuries were 
worse than superficial, and some of them had even raised from their 
catatonic state as the memory of their mind-blowing orgasms at the 
hands (and other appendages) of the barbarian began to fade.  Most
were already scheduled to have counselling when they returned to 
America.

The superhero spoke to their leader just before their plane left.
Martha Smidt was an attractive woman in her late thirties whose
experience had clearly removed a few lines from her face.  "It was
terrible," she said.  "What that animal did to us...  thank you for
saving us, Cheerleader with No Panties."

The Cheerleader shrugged and smiled.  She'd had lots of conversations
like this.  "I just did what I could."

"You saved us." said Dr Smidt.  "You are a hero."


Three days, two orgies and a particularly intense session with her
best friend Diana in the girls' toilets at school later, Linda Carpenter 
had almost forgotten about the barbarian and his massive cock.  Kent and 
Dick had helped enormously with that; at their orgy on Tuesday night 
they'd teamed up their ten-inchers to give her some good hard 
double-penetration.  Twenty inches of penetration in total.  They'd
pulled out and cum over her face, and Diana had licked it all off and
given her a big, wet, jismy kiss.  And that had been before Rod and
Sonia had even got there; they'd formed a triangle of mutual oral
gratification and Linda had got to taste Rod's sticky sweet seed once
again.

She had no idea how Rod could make his cum taste of chocolate, but she
certainly wasn't unappreciative.

To be truthful, she loved having sex as Linda much more than having
sex as the Cheerleader with No Panties.  Her superheroic alta-ego could
fuck all day and all night, take any cock no matter how big, and cum
harder than any normal person could imagine.  Her breasts were
super-sensitive, big yet buoyant, and could take any punishment without
leaving a mark.  Her pussy lips could feel the passage of air against
them; her clitoris became like a little cock when she was _really_
excited.  Yet she couldn't let herself go, give herself completely to
the moment; she had to be on her guard lest she hurt a fragile human
being.  But as Linda, a girl without super-strength or super-speed or
super-virility, she could surrender herself completely to the sex act,
stop thinking and just DO it.  She could let the orgasms wash over her
like waves, rejoicing in the abandonment of it all.

And her friends were REAL COOL.

It was just a pity that her resposibilities kept intruding into Linda's
sex life at inconvenient moments.  This time she was sucking May's
nipple while Steve fucked her when her super-hearing detected the
tell-tale screams of pain.  Making her excuses quickly (she'd just
remembered that she'd forgotten to take her birth control pill), she
slipped into a dark alley and began to speak her magic rhyme:

  "One, Two, Three, Four,
   We know how they want to score!
   Five, Six, Seven, Eight,
   We'll let them glimpse but no mistake,
   They can't have our pretty tails!
   Cee Aich Eee Eee Arr Ell Eee Aye Dee Eee Arr Ess!"

Sometime, she thought as the power of the Cheerleader flooded through
her, she'd find out who had written such a ridiculous chant.

Now in her superheroic guise, she soared into the air, tracking the
sounds she could hear.  She quickly came upon one of the city's main
squares, where a crowd of dirty men and women was been broken up by
police with riot shields and nightsticks.  Alighting beside Chief
O'Lada, she asked him what was happening.

"Oh Cheerleader, we're so glad you're here.  Maybe you can put the
sanity back into this situation."

"Perhaps," she said in non-commital fashion.  "Who are these people?  
What's happening?"

"It's the homeless again." he said.  "They're rioting.  They want homes
and money and a police force that does better at protecting them from
crime."

The Cheerleader screwed up her face; sometimes the grown-up world
seemed _really_ weird.  But she could try to help.  Levitating a few
feet into the air, she shouted at the top of her voice: "Now people,
let's all calm down, I'm sure we can discuss this like reasonable
adults."

The police kept hitting, the crowd kept shouting.

"Is that it?" said Chief O'Lada.  "Can't you help my policemen to
break this up?"

The Cheerleader shook her head decisively.  "I'm sorry, but this is a
political thing, not a crime thing."  And with that she flew away,
being sure to swoop low over the crowd and give as many people a
glimpse of her pussy as possible.  Perhaps that might give them
something to think about other than hitting each other.


The Cheerleader stood on the roof of the Poscarini Corporation
office-block that over-looked the square, watching would-be riot.  She
hated situations like this, where right and wrong were not clearly
defined; the homeless people might have legitimate grievances but so
might the authorities.  And the police were only doing their job,
breaking up a dangerous crowd before it could turn into a riot.

She was just about to fly off and ask the Coach for advice when a voice
behind her shouted "Cheerleader!"

She turned to see Dr Smidt, the archeologist from the Alps, running
towards her.  She looked better, the scratches on her face healing
nicely, and was dressed in a nice clean white lab-coat.  She was
perspiring, having clearly run some distance.  "Cheerleader with No
Panties, wait!  I've gotta talk to you!"

The superhero sighed, hoping that Dr Smidt wasn't going to turn into
one of those annoying people who followed her everywhere and became
obsessed with her after she saved them.  "Look," she started, "I was
just doing my job.  I help people, it's what I do..."

But the woman was shaking her head.  "No, no, it's not that.  It's
Kaylok."  Seeing the Cheerleader's blank look, Dr Smidt elaborated:
"Kaylok, you remember?  The barbarian guy we found in a block of ice
who attacked us last week?"

"Oh yes, I remember."

"He's in trouble.  We're-  They're-  The scientists who've got him,
they're going to experiment on him.  He's a human being, Cheerleader,
primitive and uncivilised but still a human being.  He doesn't deserve
that."

"No.  He doesn't."

"You've got to help, Cheerleader with No Panties.  There's nobody else
who can do it."  Dr Smidt handed her a business card.  "He's been held
at the Smythe Institute; here's the address.  Will you help him?
Please?"

The Cheerleader thought for a moment.  It wasn't really a crime thing,
but someone WAS in danger...  "Perhaps," she eventually said.


Like most large buildings in New York, the Smythe Institute had an
extensive air conditioning system large enough for a person to crawl
through.  The Cheerleader with No Panties could of course have smashed
through the from wall, grabbed Kaylok and flown away before anyone could
have blinked, but in this case she'd decided that stealth would be a 
better approach so the air conditioning system it was.  With her x-ray 
vision she had no difficulty in locating Kaylok and crawling through the 
ducts to him.

Crouched behind a ventilation grill, the Cheerleader could see a large
laboratory with test tubes, bunsen burners and more advanced scientific
equipment almost falling off a number of wide benches.  At the other
end of the room, locked in a cage, was the barbarian.  His left arm was
a pincushion of needle marks, his eyes drawn and tired.  He was
growling and rattling the door of his cage, and as the Cheerleader
watched he drew back his head and brought it hard against the bars.  A
trickle of blood rolled down his forehead.

There were two other men in the room, dressed in the familiar white
coats of scientists.  One was small, almost ratty, his hands thrust
deep into his pockets.  The other she recognised as Doctor Havvacatta.

"We think the cranial capacity is about 10% smaller than ours." said 
the ratty man, speaking through his nose.

Dr Havvacatta nodded.  "I wonder in which areas the reduction is most
prominent?"

The scientific discourse was interrupted by the arrival of Dr Smidt,
to a chorus of whoops from the barbarian.  She approached Havvacatta
with eyes blazing and said:  "Dr Havvacatta, I must protest.  This is
wrong, this man is a human being, he should not be in a cage."

Dr Havvacatta looked down his nose at her.  "Madam, this is not an
archeological matter.  Please restrain your advice to your own area of
expertese."

Dr Smidt was not impressed.  "This isn't a scientific matter at all,
it's a human rights matter."

"He is not a human.  He is a monkey." stated Havvacatta.  "He is an
ape, an animal, the missing link that's going to massively advance our
knowledge of evolution."

Smidt stared back defiantly.  "This isn't over."

"Much more unprofessionalism and your employement in this Institute
will be over.  Goodbye."

Smidt stared back, then turned on her heel and stormed out.  As they
watched her go, the ratty man chuckled.

"Stupid woman," he said.

"Well, she's involved with him, isn't she.  She had intimate relations
with the animal in Italy."

"I wonder if he releases some kind of pheromone that affected the
women." pondered the ratty man.  "It would certainly explain a few
things."

"I guess we'll find out when we disect him." said Dr Havvacatta, as he
and the ratty man strolled out of the room for a cup of coffee.

Once they were out of sight around the corner, the Cheerleader opened
the ventilation grill and crawled out.  So they were going to disect
Kaylok were they?  Not while she was protecting life in New York City!

The barbarian saw her entering the room and grunted in surprise.  The
Cheerleader put her finger to her lips, hoping that he'd understand the
gesture, then walked over to his cage.  She stroked him on the arm,
trying to calm him.  "Don't worry boy, don't worry, I'm getting you out
of here." she whispered.  Then, bending the steel bars with her bare
fingers, she tore the cage door off its hinges.  The barbarian whooped
in delight and started to sniff her excitedly.  Muttering "not now",
she grabbed him by the ear and hauled him into the ventilation ducts.


"Mom!" called Linda as she walked through her front door.  "Mom, are
you in?"

"I'm in the kitchen, sweetheart." called back her mother.  She looked
up from chopping carrots as her sweet daughter poked her head around
the door.  "What have you been up to today?"

"Oh, this and that." said Linda.  "Mom, this is...  Kay Lockheed.
He's an exchange student.  From Switzerland.  I'm afraid he doesn't
speak much English."

Jessica looked at the boy - well, the man really - who had followed her
daughter into the kitchen.  Big, hairy, heavily muscled, and crammed
into a white t-shirt about two sizes two small and a pair of
far-too-loud hawaiian shorts, in which she was sure she could detect
something large swinging.  "He can talk my language any day..." she
whispered under her breath.

"Pardon?"

"Sorry dear.  I'm...  pleased to meet you Mr Lockheed."

She offered her hand, which Kay looked at in confusion before he
clasped her wrist and proclaimed "Kaylok like mature pu-"

"Sssh!" cut in Linda, putting a stop to the exchange student's broken
English.  "Mom, Kaylok...  heed...  was supposed to be staying with
Sarah but she's come down with the flu.  I've said he can stay with
us a few days, is that alright?"

"It's fine, Linda, but do you remember that I'm out at my art class
tonight?  I won't be back until really late.  Do you think you can
entertain him on your own?"

Linda smiled sweetly.


"Hey Diana, it's Linda.  Look, hows about we all get together tonight?
My Mom's out and we've got a Swiss exchange student staying with us,
and he's _really_ hungry for some action.  About eight-o'clock?
Great."


"Hey Sarah, hows the tits?  Still growing?  Listen, we've got an
exchange student staying with us, and you will not BELIEVE what he's
got in his pants.  Come round about eight, you won't regret it."


"Kim, my favourite slut.  You still fucking your coison?  We're having
a party tonight at my place, and we've got a really special attraction,
if you know what I mean.  You comin'?  About eight, that's great."


"Dick!  You won't believe it, but we've found a stud even better-hung
than you.  Tell your sister to come round to my place about eight, and
we'll share him around.  What?  Oh, yeah, you can come too, but I don't
think he's bi.  Haha, good one."


"Not now, Kaylok!" said Linda, slapping the barbarian's hands away from
her crotch yet again.  "Save yourself for when my friends get here,
because I'm telling you you'll need all your energy for tonight."

"Kaylok want teen pussy now!" protested the barbarian, who had shed his
clothes at some point and was now wearing only a fifteen-inch erection.

"Okay, tell you what, you can suck by tits while we wait for them."
Linda relented joyously, pulling her t-shirt off and pushing down one
of her bra-cups to reveal the beautiful pale boob beneath.

"Kaylok like teeny titties." confirmed the barbarian, as he dived onto
her chest and started slobbering on her little nipples.  Linda lay back
and sighed in happiness; whatever the primitive human's language
limitations may be, he knew how to please a woman.  Running his tongue
around her nipple, rubbing her tit-meat with his stubbly chin in a way
that drove her wild.  Sucking her teat into his mouth and teasing it
with her teeth, blowing cold air onto it then enveloping it in a warm
mouth once more.

Linda was almost disappointed when the door-bell rang.


"Oh my god, it's so wide!" squealed Sammy as she lowered herself onto
Kaylok's massive dick.  Kim had her arms around her, partly supporting
her friend and partly rubbing her clit.  Finally, with her pussy-lips
forced obscenely wide, she managed to take almost half of the meat
inside her.  Then she started to bounce, slowly and gently, her lips
gripping the thick shaft on each out-thrust as though reluctant to
release after the struggle to claim it.  Kaylok pumped his hips
below her, increasing the pace and bringing on her first orgasm, Sammy
squealing into Kim's mouth while Kaylok's thick hands kneaded her tiny
tits.

"Teen pussy good!  Teen pussy good!" grunted Kaylok.

To one side, Linda gave her friend Diana a deep kiss and played gently
with her pussy-lips.  Diana sighed.  "I can't believe you actually
opened the door with your tits hanging out.  You total slut."

Linda smiled wickedly.  "It was only one tit, the other one was still
in my bra."

"You couldn't wait for us before you got started, could you?"

"What can I say, he's really good."

"Too right." smiled Diana, thinking back to the hard shafting she'd
received from Kaylok a few minutes before.  He'd had her crying out and
mewling in complete and utter ecstacy, as she came five times in five
minutes before she'd just had to take a breather.  She'd thought Dick
had been big but he was just medium-sized compared with Kaylok.  She
looked over at Dick, who was rubbing his dick between Sarah's big tits,
and realised that she'd never look at his dick in the same away again.

"God yes, god god god!" screamed Sammy from the heights of ecstacy, as
her pussy contracted around Kaylok's cock in what now seemed like one
big never-ending orgasm.  He was fucking her with abandon, Kim holding
almost all the weight of her limp spasmodically-tensing form.
Finally, Sammy was begging for mercy, pleading for an end to the
pleasure.  Kim lifted her off Kaylok's end and held her shuddering,
shivering body in her arms as her friend descended from her colossal
high.

"Wow, I think he's getting even bigger the more we fuck him!" said
Sarah, her eyes transfixed by the pole protruding from Kaylok's lap.
"Who's gonna do him next?"

"Well which of us hasn't had any yet?" questioned Linda.  Everyone
pointed their fingers at her, and Diana and Kim started to chant
"Linda! Linda!"  She crawled over and gave the shaft of Kaylok's
dick a slow lick.  Mmmmm, girl-cum, tasty.

"So, whatever am I going to do with this thing?" smiled Linda as she
stroked the organ in question.

"Take him up your ass!" Diana shouted cheekily.  The others joined in a
chorus of encouragement; "Yes Linda, let him fuck your asshole!"  "Let
him feel what a real tight hole is like!"

"What about it, Kaylok?" said Linda as she rolled onto her stomach and
stuck her butt in the air.  "Would you like to fuck my bum?"

Kaylok grinned unevenly.  "Kaylok like teen pussy!"  He knelt behind
her and lunged for her juicy exposed cunt, only to be held back by
Sarah and Diana.  "No Kaylok," they said, "not in her pussy, in her
asshole."

Linda moaned as she felt her friends guide the head of Kaylok's
massive wide cock to her anus.  He instinctively pushed against her,
and she braced herself against her bedhead.  Although he was well-lubed
with the juices of her friends as well as his own copious pre-cum, it
was still a struggle to get him inside.  But finally, with a shot of
pain she felt his enormous cockhead slip into her rectum.

"Ugh!" she moaned.  "It feels like it's splitting me in two!"

"Teen...  asshole...  good!" proclaimed Kaylock and with a grunt he
pushed against her, driving another inch of his mammoth manhood
into her anus.

"Argh!" screamed Linda as felt her asshole stretching to its limits and
beyond.  "More...  give me more!"

Kaylok was only too happy to oblige, and with an enormous thrust a
further two inches vanished inside Linda's tight schoolgirl bottom.

"Oww!" she cried as her insides struggled to accomodate this massive
invader.  She felt Kaylok thrust again and another inch or so squirmed
into her guts, bringing tears to her eyes.  Her pussy felt like it was
on fire, and her anus felt like it had been burned.

"That's it Linda, take it all up your ass, take it all!" encouraged
Sammy.

"One more thrust...  one more!" screamed Linda, and Kaylok pushed
against her again, hammering yet another three inches of his thick
throbbing nail into this tightest of holes.  "Uuggghhghh!" Linda
half-screamed, half-groaned, as around her her friends cheered.  "Fuck
me Kaylok, fuck me hard now!"

Kaylok withdrew four inches from Linda's bum and thrust five back home.
He began to thrust his cock in and out of her butt, as below him Linda
screamed and squealed.  It hurt, a red-hot pain in her bowels, but a
pain merging with shafts of pleasure from her pussy.  Slowly the
inferno of ecstacy spread throughout her body and she felt the hands of
her friends on her breasts, her shoulders, her back, her clitoris, her
pussy lips.  Someone french-kissed her and she had no idea who.

"Kaylok like teen asshole!" yelled Kaylok, fucking her tight hole
rapidly now.  Four inches, four inches out, twice a second.

Linda could feel something really big building up inside her, the
sensations from all her nerves merging into one big bomb.  She'd be
hurting in the morning, but it was worth it.  The bomb swelled to
enormous size, got even bigger, then exploded.  Everything tensed, her
asshole gripped Kaylok's meat tight enough to stop his thrusting, her
clitoris strained for a moment then went numb, her muscles tensed.

Everything stopped.

Then she was over the top of the roller-coaster and stars burst before
her eyes.  She could feel Kaylok pumping into her, and from his loud
groans knew he was cumming too.  She fell face-first onto her bed as
the aftershocks raged through her body, her vagina twitching, her
nipples rubbing against her bedspread.  Kaylok pulled out and she knew
her asshole must be gaping wide.  She felt someone felching her,
sucking Kaylok's tasty semen out of her anus, and guessed it was
Diana.

And then she passed out.


There was another rally the next day, the homeless people waving
banners and slogans:  "Equal rights for equal people."  "We deserve
better."  "State should give us prostitutes."  The Cheerleader with No
Panties flew high above them, watching for any sign that things might
turn nasty, although she wasn't sure what she should do if they did.

She had ached when she had woken up that morning; ached like she'd been
ass-fucking a telegraph pole.  But after the events of the night
before, that was only to be expected and she was sure she couldn't have
been the only girl in New York City to be feeling the after-effects.
She knew that the orgy hadn't stopped after her anal escapades; she'd
been drifting in and out of sleep but had been aware of Sammy and Diana
teaming up to give Kaylok a blowjob, then later he had fucked Sarah.
Diana, never one to be out-done, had taken Kaylok up her ass too.  And,
at some point, Dick had come over to her and fucked her gently.  After
that, she had fallen asleep for real, but the smile on Kaylok's face
when she woke up told her that he'd had a long, good night too.

And fortunately, she had one advantage that those other poor aching
girls didn't; when she chanted her magic rhyme and became a superhero,
all of her aches and pains were magically healed.  She didn't like to
use her superpowers for own benefit in that way, but when she'd seen
the rally on the news and decided she should be there, she hadn't been
sad that she'd had to make the change.

The rally passed off peacefully apart from one scuffle between the
police and the protesters.  The Cheerleader with No Panties let it
happen; she didn't know who to help, she didn't know what to do.  And
when she didn't know what to do, there was only one person to turn to.

The Coach.

The deserted warehouse was as deserted as ever.  The Cheerleader walked
through the doors, trying to make out her mentor amidst all the packing
crates.  "Coach?" she said, her words steaming in the air before her.
"Coach, I need your advice."

"Then I'm right here." said the Coach from behind, making her jump.
Spinning around, she saw him standing beside the door she had entered
through.  The same fat, middle-aged man, in the same New York Yankees
tracksuit.

"How come I didn't see you there?" asked the Cheerleader.

The Coach raised an eyebrow enigmatically.

"Coach, I don't know what to do.  It's these protests by the homeless
people.  When they turn violent, I just don't know what to do.  I don't
know if I should stop it all or just stop the protesters or even stop
the police.  Chief O'Lada has asked me to help the police to stop the 
protests.  And I just don't know what to do for the best."

The Coach sighed and nodded.  "What do you think about the protesters?"

"They may have a point.  I don't know, I'm only a schoolgirl."

"But do they have the right to use violence to achieve their aims?"

"Of course not.  This is America, we're a democracy and stuff."

The Coach smiled.  "Okay, so what about the police?  Are their aims
justified?"

"Well they're supposed to uphold the law, aren't they?" answered the
Cheerleader.

"But should they use violence on the protestors?"

The Cheerleader thought about it.  "Not unless the protestors are
violent themselves."

"So there you have it." stated the Coach.

"What?" said the Cheerleader.  "But you haven't told me anything I
don't know myself!"

The Coach chuckled at that.  "You are very wise young lady.  The
answers are all in your heart, provided you know which questions to ask
it.  Whenever you don't know what to do, you just have to ask your
heart.  Trust your own judgement and do what feels right."

The Cheerleader was silent for a moment and when she spoke she nodded
slightly.  "I will stop the violence.  If the protestors get violent, I
will stop them.  If the police use unnecessary force, I will stop them.
I don't know which side in this struggle is in the right, but I know
what they cannot be allowed to do."

She smiled and stepped towards the door.  "Thanks Coach, whatever would
I do without you?  See you around!"

"Cheerleader."  The Coach's stern word stopped her before she reached
the door.  "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this escaped
caveman I've been hearing about on the news, would you?"

She gulped and shifted her face into a picture of innocence.  "No,
nothing at all."

"So he's not living at your house posing as a Swiss exchange student
called 'Kay Lockheed'?"

The superhero giggled nervously.  "Of course not.  I'll keep an eye out
for him when I'm flying over the city though if you like."  She started
towards the door, and with a cheery "Byebye!" flew through it and away
into the world.

The Coach smiled indulgently.  "Silly girl."


Jessica Carpenter picked up the books that had fallen over on her
daughter's dresser.  Linda's sheets were all tangled and twisted; the
girl must have had another rough night.  Sighing, she straightened the
sheet and tucked it in around the sides.  Her daughter's troubled sleep
worried her; a young girl like Linda should be sleeping like a log, not
tossing and turning through the small hours.

She started when she saw the shadow in the door, then relaxed when she
saw that it was just the exchange student.  "Kay, you frightened me,
creeping around like that." she said.  "Do you want to help me with
Linda's bed?"

Kay grunted uncomprehendingly, so Jessica motioned smoothing the
bedspread and making the bed, then gestured for him to help her.  When
confusion failed to flee from his face, she sighed and did it herself.

Once Linda's bed was neatly made, Jessica smiled at Kay.  "Kay,
shouldn't you be out with Linda, meeting some of her friends?"

Kay struggled for a moment then forced out the answer in his broken
english: "Linda say...  Kaylok...  stay...  here."

"Linda's a great girl, I just wish she could settle down a bit.  And I
wish she'd start dating; she's seventeen, she should be having
boyfriends by now."

"Kaylok...  like...  Linda." grunted the Swiss student.  He really was
attractive, thought Jessica, and it was a pity that he'd have to go
home in a week or two.  She was sure he and Linda would be really good
together.  Some day, he was going to make some young lady very happy.

Jessica started to walk through the door, but Kay was standing in the
way.  "Can I come past please?" she said, almost hoping he'd just stand
aside so she'd have to squeeze herself past him.

But Kay didn't move a muscle, staring at her intensely, and finally
blurting out: "Kaylok need pussy now!"

Jessica was shocked.  "Kay, what-"  But her words were cut off by Kay's
mouth as he grabbed her in a rough, passionate kiss, pulling her to
him, crushing her breasts against his muscular, hairy chest.  She could
smell his sweat and his hair and his manliness, and to her shock found
her own vagina responding to the situation.

Kaylok broke the kiss to roughly nuzzle her neck, hands tearing at her
favourite flowery dress.  "Kay," she said, "we shouldn't-"  And then
his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear and she was totally
lost,  She felt one of his massive hands running over her ass while the
other tore half of her dress open, sending buttons flying into the air
and exposing her bra to him.

His hand grabbed at her chest, roughly kneading her tit through the
material of her bra, almost as though he were trying to rub it into her
flesh.  She groaned and pressed herself against him, trembling fingers
pushing down her bra cup.  She gasped as she felt the cold air hit her
large nipple - of course, she had opened the window to let some fresh
air into her daughter's musky room.  She gasped again as Kay's thick
fingers started to twiddle that nipple, replaced moments later by his
mouth, sucking and nipping at the soft sensitive flesh, skilfully
sending shivers of delight through her.

Reaching down, she rubbed at the exchange student's crotch through his
jeans.  She could feel that he was big, that he was hard.  Hard for her.

The mirror caught her eye, the big full-length mirror on Linda's
wardrobe door.  In it she could see the window, and through that the
house opposite.  Nice Mrs Jones' house, with her three cats and her
adopted grandson.  She could see through Mrs Jones' front window from
this angle, glimpse at the fanatically well-dusted nick-knacks and
mementoes of Mrs Jones' life.

In the mirror, she could also see herself.  Her dress hanging half-off,
an ageing woman, writhing under the mouth her daughters' muscular, 
manly exchange student friend.  For a moment, for one small moment, she
saw that this was wrong and she had to stop it.  Then she felt Kay's
hand on her cunt and was lost forever.

"Oh Kay, I need you!" she groaned, digging her nail's into Kay's crotch
in her eagerness.  She fumbled blindly with his belt, unbuckling it and
unzipping his crotch, taking out-

Oh God, it was huge.

She ran a finger along the underside of his cock, feeling it go on
forever before she reached the glans.  It was huge, it was hugely
wonderful.  He was hugely wonderful.  She couldn't remember the last
time she'd felt so hot, so wet for a man.  Nibbling at his ear, she went
back down his cock and gave his balls a little motherly squeeze.  "Kay,"
she murmurd, "Oh God Kay, this is so wrong...  but I need you inside me.
Inside me now."  Kay responded by throwing her back on the bed, reaching
under her dress and tearing her panties to shreds with one jerk of his
strong hands.  He was on top of her now, thrusting his hips forward to
place his massive, engorged lower head against her puffy, eager lower
lips.

Deep breaths, she told herself.  Linda came out of down there so this
boy's cock should go in-

She squeeled as he penetrated her deeply with one enormous thrust.  He
bent his head to give her a rough, animal kiss which she returned with
equal vigour, and then the pumping started.  In and out, in and out, her
pussy spread wide around his thick manhood, which pumped in and out, the
sensations travelling up her pussy lips and to her clitoris, stimulating
the sensitive bud in ways only vibrators previously had but better, in
and out, in and out.  His thickness opening up whole knew areas of her
vagina for stimulation, a bit at the top and a bit at the side, here and
there nerves previously unknown being hit, rubbed, prodded, stimulated.

"Oh yes!" groaned Jessica between deep pants.  She wrapped her legs
around him and pulled him close to her, his cock pushing even further
into her.  She could feel little shocks beginning inside her now,
feelings that usually needed twenty minutes of coaxing bubbling to the
fore.  Her large breasts, one still inside her bra inside her dress,
flopped about as she slid back and forth with each thrust.  Her toes
were straining against the air, her heels pushing against Kay's
buttocks.  Thrust, thrust, thrust.

Silent scream.

Explosion of colour.

"Oh God." she whispered.

Flying through the air.

Falling off a cliff.

The orgasm brought tears to her eyes and dryness to her mouth.
Swallowing deeply, she looked into Kaylok's eyes, his big sensitive
distant eyes.  Through it all he had thrust into her regardless, in and
out, his big cock deeply inside her yet she couldn't feel his balls
slapping against her.  In and out.  Looking at him, she ran her hand
over his rough, stubbly face and croaked: "Cum in me, Kay, fill me up,
fill Jessica with your wonderful boy-cum.  Cum in Jessica!"

"KAYLOK LIKE MATURE PUSSY!" he yelled.  He gave her two or three
particularly brutal thrusts then grunted.  She could actually feel it,
his cum shooting into her pussy, filling her up.  She had never felt
that before, and it made her shudder deeply from a strong aftershock.
And it kept coming; he kept cumming.  He came, and came, and came, with
a look of absolute bliss on his face, for what seemed like hours.

Finally, Kay collapsed onto her, his muscular body pinning her to her
daughter's bed.  "That was good." she whispered into his ear, starting
to stroke his hair.  "Good boy, good boy..."


"Hi Mom." said Linda as she breezed through the front door.

"Oh, hello dear." said her mother.

"Mom, are you alright?  You look a bit...  flushed."

Linda's mother giggled.  "I'm in a bit of a rush, I've gotta go see Mrs
Rose about something.  There's some sausages in the fridge for your
dinner.  I'll be back late.  How was school?  You'll have to tell me 
about it later.  Goodbye!"

Linda stood aside as her mother rushed through the door.  That really
was most unlike her, she mused.  Her mother was usually so composed, so
organised, and she never ever rushed anywhere.

Grown-ups were strange sometimes.

She climbed to the top of the stairs and found a familiar hairy hunk of
man standing in her bedroom door.  "Oh, hi Kaylok." she said.  "Did you
have a good day?"

"Kaylok need teen pussy now!" grinned the barbarian.


"Oh God Kaylok, oh yes!" screamed Linda, Kaylok's shaft in so deep it
felt like it was penetrating her womb.  With her legs over Kaylok's
shoulders she was totally open to his eager advances, and wanted to
take every inch he could advance.  She'd eat those sausages her mother
had left her later, but for now she had all the sausage she could want
and there was only one thing she wanted to eat.

Something distracted her.  "Did you hear something?" she asked Kaylok,
but the barbarian just grunted and kept pumping his hips against her
mound.

She shrugged and pushed him over, mounting him from above.  She started
to ride him cowgirl-style, controlling the penetration with the muscles
in her legs.  She could feel his throbbing bone of pleasure throbbing
deep in her pit of delight, sending tiny shocks up and down her vaginal
walls, causing her clitoris to tingle.  Kaylok's hand roughly grasped
her breast and started to knead her nipple against-

She could hear something.  People.  Screaming.

In a few more moments, that might be her.

But it wasn't that kind of screaming.  She stopped moving, sitting
still on top of the barbarian, and gave a little inward yell of
frustration that passed her lips as a whispered "Duty calls."  And then
she chanted:

  "One, Two, Three, Four,
   We know how they want to score!
   Five, Six, Seven, Eight,
   We'll let them glimpse but no mistake,
   They can't have our pretty tails!
   Cee Aich Eee Eee Arr Ell Eee Aye Dee Eee Arr Ess!"

Kaylok groaned in surprise as he felt Linda's cunt changing shape
around his cock, becoming bottomless yet tighter, gripping at him with
every inch.  A bigger clitoris calling to him like a virgin in the
cold, but what was this cloth that was concealing her breasts now?  Why
was it there, what purpose did it serve, why did it hinder him so?

And then it was gone, flown thrown the window, and nothing touched
Kaylok's cock except for the fresh night air.


The screaming was of the protestors beneath the swing of the riot
batons, and from those buried in the crush of humanity as the crowd
surged at the police lines.  Stones rained down on the cops.  One of
the homeless people lit a petrol bomb and threw it, sending policemen
scattering for cover.  It had, the Cheerleader with No Panties observed
from a great height, gone too far.

She descended vertically, making sure that the wind blew her skirt up
and let everyone get an eyeful of her furry beaver and firm young ass.
"Stop!" she yelled.  "Everyone stop now and look at me!"

Surprisingly, most people looked up.

She smiled sweetly and slipped a finger between her soft vaginal lips,
drawing on her powers to seduce people to helplessness and applying
them to the hundreds of people that had packed the park.  She had
never tried to use her powers on so many people at once, but there was
no reason it shouldn't work.

"I'm just a little girl, just an innocent little girl." she pouted.  "I
really really need some help with something.  Would you help me?"  She
eased a second finger into her pussy and pushing her cheerleader's
jersey up to play with her nipple with her other hand.  "I really need
you, I really really need you..."

She could see that many of the protestors did have their cocks out or
their hands down their skirts, and were starting to masturbate, as she
knew they would.  They'd masturbate to orgasm and then be too
disorientated and exhausted to cause any trouble for half an hour,
maybe longer.  "Oooh," she said in her best little-girl voice, "my
fingers feel really good inside me..."

Then the beer-bottle shattered against her and the moment was broken.

Most of the crowd had been under her spell, most but not all.  One of
the free protestors had picked up a beerbottle and flung it through the
air; it couldn't harm her but her hold on the people was gone.

"You can't do this to us!  We have rights!" yelled one of the
protestors.

The crowd surged at the police line and the police line surged back.
Those who had taken their trousers down to masturbate tripped over and
were trampled underfoot, but most had just opened their flies and could
still move evenly.

The Cheerleader almost swore.  Her chance was gone; what should she do
now?

"Trust your own judgement and do what feels right," the Coach had said.

She swept into the melee in time to shield a pregnant woman from the
swing of a nightstick.  She took the weapon off the cop and broke it
over her knee, then flew through the air to catch another petrol bomb,
which she flung into the atmosphere.  A group of homeless people came
at the police lines with a park-bench as a battering ram, until the
Cheerleader lifted it out of their hands.

She mightn't be able to stop the riot, but nobody was going to get
hurt.

And then a voice shouted "People stop!"  It was a deep voice, a
commanding voice, a voice that carried better than even the
Cheerleader's own.  And the people did stop, stopping to look at who
had made the noise.

A tall, over-muscular, hairy man with a pronounced forehead, standing
on a garbage can.

"You People!" said Kaylok, addressing the homeless protestors.  "You
People...  No Need Them!  You People...  Hunt For Yourselves.  No Need
Given Homes, Make Own Homes!  Make Own Lives!  Need Only Yourselves!"

A youth with half a brick in his hand shouted back: "That's a bunch of
crap!  We can't do any of that!"

Kaylok fixed him with a challenging stare.  "Kaylok show you how.
Kaylok lead people to good time."

The Cheerleader flew up to him.  "Kaylok, what are you saying?  You
can't-"

Kaylok silenced her with a strong finger.  "Girl, these Kaylok people.
Need Kaylok.  Kaylok help them."

"But-" started the Cheerleader, but the barbarian interrupted her.

"Kaylok be back."


Morning, and the park looked like a battleground.  Broken benches and
uprooted plants scattered the scuffed turf.  Chief O'Lada strolled
through park, picking up the odd bit of litter and tutting to himself.
It was going to cost the council quite a bit to repair the damage.

He was surprised to find the Cheerleader with No Panties in the park,
sitting on a child's swing.  He approached her slowly, nervously, but
she didn't seem to hear him.  She was looked out across the park,
taking in the damage.

"I think it looks worse than it is." said the Chief.

"It does." said the Cheerleader.  "The surface of the grass is
damaged but the root-structure is intact.  In fact, the damage to
many of the larger plants is only peripheral.  The benches can be
easily replaced, and the debris can be picked up within an afternoon.
Chief, I'm sorry for the way things turned out, for what I had to do."

"No you're not," said the Chief.  "You were just doing your job."

"You're right." she nodded.

"Listen," O'Lada continued, "we've had no reports of any trouble 
from those homeless people since last night.  In fact, we've barely 
seen any of them.  Whatever your friend's doing with them, it's
working."

The Cheerleader smiled sadly.  "Do you think he can pull it off,
Chief?"

"Do I think he can lead those homeless people to better lives and a
sense of self-respect?  You know, I think perhaps he can." smiled the
aged law-enforcer.

He turned to say something else, but the superhero beside him had gone.
He looked into the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of her cute little
pussy framed by her cute little skirt, and spotted it passing over the
Smythe Institute.

"It's a great time to be a cop," he sighed.

***

NEXT TIME: The Cheerleader meets a kindred spirit and becomes the
hunted when she encounters a pair of very special twins.  Tune in
next time for the Cheerleader with No Panties' exciting encounter
with...  SIBLING JUICES!

***

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