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Oh, it’s good to be back!

January is going to be a busy month for publishing, so I’m starting it off early with the latest installment of the ever-popular DICKGIRL CHEERLEADERS series.

cheerleaders8Dickgirl Cheerleaders #8: Dicked by the Dean, available on Amazon and Smashwords for $2.99, picks up where the last book left off (with our heroine sticky-faced and full of spunk). I don’t want to give any spoilers here or anything, but she ends up in the dean’s office, and it ain’t for an academic consultation…

Fans of the series will definitely love this one. It’s got balls, it’s got shaft, it’s got cum squirting deep into teenaged pussies — pretty much everything you could want from a dickgirl extravaganza.

Below the “fold” we’ve got an exclusive preview of Dickgirl Cheerleaders #8: Dicked by the Dean. Click “more” to read about Amanda’s seduction by the well-hung Dean of Students, available nowhere else…and if you like it, pick up a copy of Dicked by the Dean on Amazon or Smashwords to read more!

Folding her arms, the dean moved in front of the desk and leaned back, resting her bottom against the edge. “Unless you think you’re helplessly out of control, Amanda — really unable to say ‘no’ when one of the cheerleaders asks you for sexual favors, or any of the other dickgirls here at Hamnin for that matter — I’m afraid we’ll have to proceed with disciplinary hearings for your public indecencies. I can only make medical exemptions for serious cases.”

Amanda winced. She reached up to wipe a tear from her eye, and came away sticky. Realizing for the first time that she could finally scrub her face, she took a hasty swipe at each cheek, covering her palms in cold, tacky dickgirl spunk. “Please, Dean Heller,” she begged, “I don’t know why I’ve been behaving this way, I really don’t. Maybe it is a, a, a hormonal thing, or something. I can’t…I can’t…”

She trailed off, staring. The dean was leaning on the desk with her arms akimbo, high heels planted firmly apart. The back of her skirt was slightly wrinkled by the desk, but the front was a smooth, flat plane of worsted wool across her thighs…unbroken, save for a vertical bulge running the whole length of her crotch. Beneath the dark wool, it was almost discreet, or it could have been if the dean hadn’t positioned herself to showcase it deliberately.

Dean Heller raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Can’t help yourself?” she finished for Amanda.

Helplessly, Amanda nodded.

The dean smiled slightly. She reached down and touched the front of her skirt. One lacquered fingernail, painted a deep navy blue to match the skirted suit, traced the outline of the long bulge.

“I meant what I said about consenting adults, Amanda,” the dean said. “I am certainly not going to try to force you into anything here today.” She smiled, and her eyes gleamed hungrily behind her glasses. “But I will tell you — so that you have all the information you need for a responsible decision — that I am, as you’ve noticed, an extremely well-endowed dickgirl. And a very horny one, as it happens.” She licked her lips. “And in fact, there is nothing I would like more than to pound your teenaged pussy until it aches.”

Amanda moaned. Her knees wobbled. She stared, hypnotized by the single dark nail tracing its circuit up and down the ovoid bulge. Weeks of grinding her face against cheerleading skirts and tight spandex undershorts had taught her exactly where the swollen balls would be, tucked beneath that bulge; where the sensitive crown would be waiting, its ridge hidden under a wrinkled foreskin if the dickgirl were uncut…

“Any sensible girl would, of course, leave this office immediately upon hearing such a thing. Possibly even lodge a complaint,” the dean continued. “But if you’re really the sort of hormone-dazed slut you’re suggesting you are…” She trailed off and gave a little shrug.

“Well,” she said. “Let’s just say it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if, instead of worrying about your academic future like you should be, you came over here and knelt down where you could get a good sniff of my cock. Like the poor, horny, dickgirl slut you are.” Her lips curled upward in a mocking smile, and she reached down to grasp the hem of her skirt. With a challenging gaze, fixed on Amanda’s wide eyes, she yanked the front of the skirt up to her waist.

Beneath the wool skirt lay a pair of pantyhose stretched painfully tight by a thick, upward-thrusting dick. Amanda let out a long, low moan. She stared in rapt fascination at the dean’s crotch. Everything about the woman was gorgeous and elegant — everything except that thick, bulging cock.

It was an absolute monster, bigger than any Amanda had seen. The fabric of the pantyhose was stretched almost to see-through by the massive bulge. Thick, wiry black hairs circled the whole base, and lined the pair of oversized balls crammed down into the dean’s gusset. The tip of the shaft reached nearly to Dean Heller’s bellybutton, pinned flat by the high waistband of her pantyhose.

Reaching down, the dean ran the nails of one hand slowly up and down the trapped shaft. Her cock swelled and flexed beneath her touch. “It’s up to you, Amanda,” she said, her voice low and enticing. “No one’s going to force you to come suck this massive dick. I certainly don’t need you to. Half this campus will suck me off, if I ask them to.” She smiled mockingly and reached for a little silver bell on her desk. “Or I could call Ms. Singh in. She’s certainly learned to love my loads. She loves them so much she decided to keep one with her for nine months or so…I’m sure you noticed on your way in?”

The dean stroked the handle of the bell lovingly. “She’d be happy to drain my balls while I file the paperwork for your hearing. I think she was a little jealous when she showed you in, honestly. All that nasty spunk on your face, and that naked pussy of yours leaking all over the floor — she certainly knew what sort of girl you were. She ought to, with all the dickgirl cock she sucks. She’s quite a hopless slut. All the dickgirls on the faculty come to my office for ‘meetings’ when they need a quickie.”

Amanda whimpered. She couldn’t stop staring at the nylon-shrouded cock. It seemed to throb with a life of its own, huge and hungry behind its thin sheath. Was it true, she wondered? Was she in some kind of helpless, hormonal daze?

“Come sniff it,” the dean cooed. “Come kneel in front of me and smell my crotch. You’ll feel so much better with a head full of crotch-stink. It gets you wet, doesn’t it? That sexy, spunky musk. I know the cheerleaders make you smell it. Why be shy? It’s just one more set of dickgirl balls. Surely you’ve smelled enough of those you can stand one more.”

Her finger crooked, beckoning, and Amanda came as if pulled by a leash. She staggered the few short steps to Dean Heller and fell to her knees, staring up at the towering woman through sticky, cum-glazed eyelashes. The massive panty-bulge loomed above her, eclipsing half the dean’s face with the curve of a thick, hairy ball sack.

Dean Heller laid a hand possessively atop Amanda’s head. “Good girl,” she said in a low, throaty voice. “Good girl. Now…smell my balls.”

Dickgirl Cheerleaders #8: Dicked by the Dean is available on Amazon and Smashwords for $2.99. Purchase a copy to read more!