The Ballad of Stacy and Jen

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Cheerleaders Stacy and Jen exchange raunchy love letters
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Dear Stacy, it's Jen, from the cheerleading squad
Don't know how to say this but here goes... (Oh my God!)
I think I might want you (I know, I'm a creep)
I just dream of you, always, awake or asleep

There's an image of you that I'll always remember
From the freshman week tryouts late last September
When you stood on your hands with your legs in the air
And I caught a brief glimpse of a trim strip of hair

I still think of it daily, it's become an obsession
So I'm taking the plunge, and here's my confession:
I'd do anything ANYTHING to see that again
Yours sincerely, in hope, your pathetic friend Jen

***

Jen, holy shit! A poem! How sweet!
That's, like, totally retro, and totally neat!
I don't think it's creepy (I literally cried)
It made me feel warm and all fuzzy, inside

And when I say 'fuzzy', I kinda mean 'wet'
(And prob'ly as wet as I think I can get)
'Cause I'm gay for you Jennie, like TOTALLY GAY
And I just can't believe that you feel the same way

So yeah, I dunno, can I sit on your face?
Or whatever you like. Your lesbo toy, Stace
P.S. Here's a selfie I took during class
It's a pic of my pussy (and a bit of my ass)

***

Dear Stacy, it's Jen. Yeah, it's Jen, me again
From the cheerleading squad, with the shirt number 10
(I mention that detail 'cause I wanna be sure
that you haven't confused me with Jess, who's shirt 4)

When you do those high kicks in those pleated short skirts
I want you so much that it actually hurts
So I still can't believe that you even replied
Let alone that you like me (I literally cried)

So if it's poems you like I'll bombard you with verse
(Though I warn you, when horny, my rhymes get much worse)
Stacy, I'm shaking, I can't hold the pen
You've blown my dumb mind, I'm a wreck, I'm your Jen

***

Jen! Holy shit! I read your last letter
And just when I thought I can't get any wetter!
I wanna French you for hours in a big horny mess
(And no, by the way, I didn't think you were Jess)

Like, proper French kissing, with the spit and the tongues
So deep that it feels like I'm Frenching your lungs
I wanna hold hands and do girly shit too
And all the sweet stuff that girls in love do

So enjoy the enclosed, it's a pic of my tits
And can we be girlfriends? I'll love you to bits
Right after training, say 5? At my place?
RSVP, your kinky slut Stace

***

Dear Stacy, my... er... is it rude to say 'slut'?
I just WORSHIP those pics of your boobs and your butt
(One last quick check, before things get messy:
You really are thinking of me, and not Jessie?)

So anyway, 'yes' to the Frenching, oh HOLY FUCK YEAH
5 at your place? I'm already there!
But there's something important I want you to know
That sooner or later is going to show

It's a... how to put it...? anatomical quirk?
When I want to get off, I don't rub, well... I jerk
Stacy don't hate me (Oh God, I feel sick!)
Your desperate Jen (girl with a dick)

***

Oh Jen, you're so sweet, but I've known all along
That you have a hot girlcock. It's what... 9 inches long?
I know why you wear those big lycra shorts
To cheerleading practice and afternoon sports

And I'm dying to know what it feels like inside
It looks fucking massive. Like, 2 inches wide?
Sorry, that's weird (I'm a total stats nerd)
What I'm trying to tell you is: just say the word

Say 'yes', say 'I love you', say 'fuck me, you whore!'
and I'll ride you and grind you all over the floor
Please write me again and make it real quick
Love, Stacy (who loves you and loves your big dick)

***

Stacy, you've slain me, I'm dead, R.I.P.
I can't comprehend that you love little me
Let's do all the things that were in your last note
(Say... was hand-holding one of the things that you wrote?)

I'm hot for you Stacy, I'm out of control
I want to blow loads in your sloppy wet hole
I wanna rail you and nail you and blast you with cum
In your mouth, in your pussy, and in your sweet bum

Oh God! Did I say that? What the fuck am I writing?
It's the thought of you Stace, it's just too damn exciting
Now I'm all out of words so I'll have to be blunt:
STACYILOVEYOUCANICREAMPIEYOURCUNT?

***

Woah Jen! That was hot! Don't hold back, let me have it!
Just tell me you'll pound me like a pussy-crazed rabbit
'Cause I want you to plow me and breed me and seed me
And fill me with girlcum whenever you need me

I see that like me you're a real kinky bitch
So here's a suggestion: The main soccer pitch?
Let's do it right there while the game's still in play
'Cause I'm horny and my house is too far away

See you at practice, I'm setting off now
Come prepared for a milking, you cum-gushing cow
'Cause as soon as I see you I'll ride you non-stop
And totally drain you OF EVERY LAST DROP

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pickleherringpickleherringabout 2 years agoAuthor

This poem was inspired by a picture by an amazing artist named albasnipple: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/albasnipple/963202/cheerleaders

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