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Cheerleaders in Heat
Muffy Wilson and Chrissy Laurence
NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART
Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.
Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?
Cheerleaders in Heat: Character Descriptions
Cheerleaders in Heat: Character Descriptions
Cherie was every bit the beauty her picture presented. At 5’11” in jeweled heels her legs were long, slender, athletic and oh so shapely, her curves were the first thing Juan noticed about her after he saw her red curls falling caressingly over her alabaster shoulders. Those lovely exposed shoulders, presenting a long elegant slender neck, glistened faintly with a glitter-like iridescence where he imaged the mild heat of the day lay in slight perspiration, the very same place he imagined his lips. He saw the wild pulse in her neck as it beat out a come-hither invitation. She leaned into his proffered kiss and he looked into the curved rise of her milky breasts held in tight restraint by the bodice of her green cotton pique dress. His cock reacted quite naturally, although it was unnoticeable to either Cherie or others. Cherie sat with the grace only beautiful women possess, leaving a small ethereal cloud of her fragrance in her wake. She crossed her legs and Juan noted the muscled thigh, tight knee which blossomed into an artful calf and ended in an angular ankle held lovingly in a jeweled heeled sandal. Her toes were painted scarlet as were her fingers and full tempting lips. She was a goddess.
He was a Latino, hotter than his photo and very tall at 6’3”. She caught her breath as her heart pounded and her heat began to rise. His hair was almost a blue black with a hint of wave to the style. He wore it slightly long, just to the collar with trimmed sideburns that framed his chiseled good looks. His eyes, accentuated by long black lashes, were a warm chocolate, almost a bittersweet brown with piercing black pupils infused with a strike of red and gold. His cheeks, high and royal, were divided by a long, Roman nose that fit his good looks perfectly. His lips were full and soft; a half smile lay in residence upon the clean-shaven angle of his chin and jaw. He leaned in to kiss to her cheek. When she spied the small dimpled cleft in his chin, she could only wonder how perfectly her clit might fit in it and a shudder ran electrically through her. He stood fluidly in the dim velvet darkness and his body took on a silken glistening shape as if pulling a skin-tight drape of sweet shadows against this anvil shaped form. The black silk shirt, open to mid-chest adorned with a heavy single gold chain, was form-fit against his lean, muscular body and emboldened the dark sienna color of his of his skin. His tight black pants announced his pleasure at meeting Cherie as the bulge between his thighs screamed for release. Cherie felt an intense, wet response to him in the dark folds of own eagerness.
Cherie’s best friend, Daniela Divine:
The exquisite Daniela, wearing skort that barely covered her shapely ass and a tight, strapless stretch-top that outlined the swell of her tiny pert breasts—her nipples already showing excitement—was Cherie’s best friend and co-cheerleader. She was carrying a bouquet of daisies, and her expensively highlighted brunette hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Cherie thought her friend had never looked so deliciously titillating, her own nipples immediately ripening. Daniela was tiny, strong, blue-eyed, fair-complected with a slight scattering of freckles, compact and in great shape as a personal trainer/cheerleader…and she loved pussy. Cock too, but pussy was her forte. And Cherie was in her sites.
Sandy Slocum and “Ready” Randi Readlofer, Cherie’s Internet “friends”:
They were Amazons! Each was over six-feet tall, with giant boobs and curves all where they were supposed to be and then some.
Sandy was a blonde, skin the soft shade of shimmering opalescent pearls, with curly waving hair cascading down her back and seductively framing her face in luscious tiers. She had the sea in her eyes, as steely blue as the Pacific Ocean with just as much mystery. Her cheekbones, high, elegant with a natural pale blush of pink, complimented quite naturally her lips with a brooding pout glimmering with gloss and looking already suggestively wet. She had a little girl voice which rose as she spoke and her brows, neatly arched to her temples rose as well, almost to accentuate the pulse visible in her temple and her little girl excitement. But, she was far from a little girl…
Randy, the incredibly sexy giant magnificence, had a long, soft and loose Afro. Her almond-shaped eyes were the creamy soft color of honey with flecks of gold and chocolate and her large amethyst lips, with a hint of lilac, looked as soft as feather pillows that parted showing ice white teeth as she spoke. Her face was round, invitingly warm and pleasant, with a broad ethnic nose that had a surprising angular bridge which gave her a royal appearance. She had a small double chin that softened her jaw line and lead to an abundance of blossoming bosom bulging out of her corset type bodice. Cherie was instantly charmed by her exotic looks and her alluring Southern drawl. Randi, not quite fully naked yet not quite fully clothed either, had on her pink 18 inch Mikimoto pearls which glowed against her black satin skin, platform sandal jeweled stiletto’s and lovely low-riding black lace bikini panties which peeked invitingly from under her mini-skirt. But, Randi has a secret that will ultimately put them all in danger
Sampson Stevens Quarterback of the Miami Rattles and Cherie’s Ultimate Love:
He is really just a kid from Oklahoma, made good, though he wishes they’d just treat him like the kid down the street. The handsome six-foot-four titan was glistening with sweat and sex appeal, hair tousled and feathered over his face in a Johnny Depp kind of way and drenched in healthy sex appeal: a mass of male muscle rippling beneath his flesh. He was a hick at heart, ma’am, and didn’t even kiss a girl until he was eighteen at his senior prom! The biggest hunk on the team, the Captain of the Rattlers, for God’s sake; standing naked-as-a-blue-jay, erect in his pride before Cherie and revealing that he had been interested in her all season. To say she was overwhelmed was an understatement of monumental proportion. She had admired him from afar, even had a near crush on him, never realizing that he had been vying for her attention trying to get to know her—right there under her nose the entire time.
The Story Line:
The horney girls have a party. Cherie’s new friend, Juan, crashes the party and they are all having a great time. Lots of sex and careless swapping. Juan, ever the ‘real’ Romeo gets tangled up with Randi, who is a tranny, and beats her near to death when he grabs ‘her’ privates, busts up the house in a rage.
Sends Cherie in a downward spiral journey of degradation and self abuse.
Lots of sex with anyone and everyone.
She is rescued by the QB, everyone’s dream man. They fall in love.
But, in the end, it all turns out to be a dream. Cherie is already married ten years to Sam, who is an attorney not a QB. Here are the last few lines of the book:
Cherie smiled at her husband of ten wonderful years and felt that special tingling throughout her body as he winked and smiled back at her. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out where it had all come from and how all their friends somehow ended up there, [in her dream] only with different names, professions and personalities or why today her body was still running on high, exploding like unrelenting rockets fanning, not flushing, her passions but she was truly anxious to share it all with Sam. So, not wanting to drag it out any longer, she drew a deep steady breath and began to talk.
“Oh goodness, where to start? I guess I’ll start at the beginning and go right through. Of course, you feel free to stop me at any point and ravish me, if you feel so inspired and must.” The two had another good laugh and when they quieted, Cherie cleared her throat and, hoping she would remember all the details, began to speak. “Well baby, to begin with, you were not a lawyer and we were not married.” She stopped for a moment, nibbling on her lower lip—trying to gauge Sam’s response as she looked self-consciously at him with her head slightly bent and eyes peering at him intently from under her brows. He moved forward onto his elbow, his attention once again rapt, interested and anxious for her to continue…literally hanging on her every word
“Let me tell you about the dream I had last night. For starters, I was a cheerleader and you were a quarterback…”
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.
~ Yoko Ono
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight. Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock. She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers. She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. She could feel it all over now, everywhere. She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.
She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered. She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall. She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been. She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies. Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy. Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence. She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples. Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully
fitted dress. God! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came. She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles. She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery.
Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up. Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.
Cheerleaders in Heat burns with the fire of lusty sex and drugs, driven by extraordinary libidos with each page you read. Muffy Wilson and Chrissy Laurence have written a book full of erotica that will stretch your mind and senses to places you, probably have never been. From the onset, captain cheerleader, Cherie Redd, and Juan Allegro are the dream girl and dream boy everyone admires and wishes they were. They are drawn to each other like magnets, instantly connecting their passions into explosive sexual fantasies before they even touch each other. You will find the rumors, whispers or maybe even, your own fantasies about the wild ones you watch from a distance are much too tame for what sizzles throughout the book. The descriptions, especially of the characters, are explicitly written with finesse. As you read this story, you will ask is that what really happened with those you watched from afar. Or is that the life you led before, between and after classes? I give Cheerleaders in Heat 5 Stars. This is erotica at its best.
An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge
Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. This book does that. It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.
However, the underlying story is one of love:
wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it, and underestimating the power of love.
Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one!
You will not see the end coming…..
~ PA Jiuditta
Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...
Muffy Wilson ~
Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica. ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.
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