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Subject: {ASSM} New Cheerleader02 "The Bald Cheerleader" (F+F,M+F)
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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This
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All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

"The Bald Cheerleader"

By
Norm DePloom

I will admit that, as I stuffed the wad of bills into
my purse and, with a cheerleader on each side of me
their arms around my waist, walked through the double
doors towards the parking lot, I had naively assumed
that my initiation into the cheerleader squad was
complete.  The only thought on my mind was the memory
of how good it had felt when that first cock had
slipped into my pussy.  A Pussy that I must admit had
been wet and slippery with more than just Crisco.  I
would never have admitted it at the time, but fighting
them off, and having a roomful of males forcing me to
the floor and pulling my legs open had been, up to
that moment, the biggest turn on of my life.  I have
invariably thought about that moment whenever, over
the years since, I have been forced by circumstances
to take care of my own needs.

We ran into my mom and dad just outside the door.  Mom
was delirious with vicarious achievement.  The head
cheerleader took my mom's hand and walked her back
toward our car while my dad followed behind.  I could
hear her telling mom that she was giving me a ride to
the dance, and that she'd like me to sleep over with
her after the dance.

"Bye hun," Mom shouted as she waved to me, "see you in
the morning."  She was practically vibrating with
excitement for her newly popular daughter.  I bet her
hand was on dad's cock before they got out of the
parking lot.  It can be a heavy burden to be
responsible for your parent's sex life.  I figured dad
would probably never get laid again if I quit the
cheerleading squad.  The girls walked me over to the
head cheerleader's convertible.  I ended up in the
backseat with a girl on each side of me.  Donna was
driving and the last girl was riding shotgun in the
front seat.  As soon as we were out of the parking
lot, almost as if by magic, bottles of beer appeared.
I shook my head when they held one out to me.  Other
than a couple of sips of wine at my cousin's wedding
earlier that year, I had never had alcoholic
beverages.

Before I could protest I found my arms pinned down by
the one on my right while the one on my left pushed
the neck of the bottle between my lips and tipped it
up.  It was either swallow or have it run all down my
front.  I would guess that half the bottle ended up
soaking my T-shirt and plastering it to my breasts.  I
could feel my nipples crinkling as the wind chilled my
beer-soaked shirt.

"Alright," I said as they popped the top off another
bottle, "I'll drink it."   I was beginning to get the
idea that I wasn't going to be given a choice about
anything over the next few hours.

"The boys," Donna said looking at me in the rearview
mirror, "have decided that you should be a baldy."  My
look of confusion caused them all to laugh.

"Some of us," the girl on my left said, pulling up her
skirt, "are baldies."  Looking down, I saw that she
was clean-shaven and smooth.  She spread her legs
while I was watching and I saw the lips peaking out of
her pussy.

"And some of us," the girl on my right continued,
pulling up her skirt, "are bearded, as the boys like
to call it."  I looked down to see a healthy growth of
hair between her legs.

"The boys," Donna continued from the front seat, "like
variety."  I was to learn that my fellow cheerleaders
never referred to the members of the football team as
anything other than 'the boys'.  I realized they meant
for me to be shaved 'down there', and took a long
drink from the bottle in my hand.  I had no doubt that
this group of cheerleaders would not hesitate to hold
me down while somebody shaved me.  The image of being
held down, and being held open, while each of 'the
boys' examined and approved my bald crotch sent
shivers up my spine and gave me an unfamiliar warm
feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I'm sure you can appreciate the need for variety."
The girl on my left said with a sly grin, still
holding her skirt up and exposing herself.

"Go ahead," Donna said from the front seat, "give them
both a feel so you can appreciate the difference."
When I remained still, trying to comprehend that I had
just been told to feel two other girl's pussies, the
girl on my right took the beer from my hand then, each
grasping a wrist, they pulled my hands down into their
crotches.  I didn't see what the girl on my right did
with the beer bottle, but each of them held my wrist
tightly with their outside hand, and placing their
hand that was closest to me on top of my hand, they
began to move their hips, rubbing their pussies
against my hands.

"Come on," the girl on my left whispered in my ear,
"touch us just like you touch yourself every night."
I could feel my face burning, I'd never dreamed of
touching another girl like this.  I could feel the
warm, wet folds of their pussy lips against my
fingers.  I wasn't aware of it, but they must have
felt my arms relax.  They both released my wrists and,
turning slightly towards me, they each slipped a hand
under my T-shirt.  My body jerked as their hands
cupped my breasts and began to pinch my nipples with
experienced touches.  I heard myself moaning as my
nipples hardened in response.  I didn't know where to
look, I didn't want to look down at their pussies, but
every time I looked up I saw Donna's eyes watching me
and I'd blush even more.  When I looked at the other
cars on the street I suddenly remembered we were in a
convertible with the top down.  Several boys in the
surrounding cars stared at the action in the back
seat.

"Oh look," Donna said pointing up the street ahead of
us, "isn't that your parent's car?"

"Oh no," I said as I tried to pull my hands from the
pussies on each side of me.  The two girls pulled
their hands out from under my T-shirt and used both
hands to keep me pressed tightly against them.   Donna
honked her horn several times and waved at my parents
as she pulled up next to them then matched speed to
keep us side by side.  Mom, who was practically
sitting in dad's lap while he drove, smiled and waved
back.

"I don't think I've ever seen a woman so anxious to
see her daughter get to be a cheerleader," Donna said
through her phony smile.  "I bet she would have
invited the whole football team over and personally
held your legs open for them if she had thought it
would have helped."  I couldn't argue with her
analysis of my family's dynamics.

I had this image of my mom, down on her knees,
pretending that she was a cheerleader and dad was the
quarterback while she secretly hoped I was doing the
same thing to a real football player.  Everyone in the
car, accept me, smiled and waved at my parents while
Donna accelerated and pulled ahead of them.

"If I told mom everything that happened tonight," I
said softly, becoming aware once again of the warm wet
pussies pressing against my hands, "it would only
guarantee an exciting evening for my dad."  It was
only when the other girls laughed that I realized I
had spoken out loud.  "To hell with it," I said, then
pushed a couple of fingers of each hand into the
corresponding girl's pussy, "if she wants to get gang
raped let her find her own football team."

"That's the attitude," Donna said, catching my eyes in
the mirror as I pulled my now lubricated fingers from
the girls' pussies and began to rub little circles
around their hard, sensitive clitorises.  I stimulated
the two girls the same way I stimulated myself in bed
every night before falling asleep.

"Oh god, that feels good," the cheerleader on my right
said as she pulled my T-shirt up and lowered her lips
to my nipple.  If I'm not too tired I love to tease
myself, getting right to the brink of an orgasm, then
backing off several times before I go over the edge
and hurtle down the orgasm express full speed.  While
I did the same thing to the two girls beside me,
bringing each one to the brink several times, I
realized that, at least for the time being, I wasn't a
victim.  I was now in the position of power.  I
enjoyed hearing their moans of pleasure change to
moans of frustration as they almost, but not quite,
had an orgasm.

"Oh god," the girl on my left shouted, "stop teasing."
She grasped my arm with both hands and, with a series
of jerking motions, humped herself against my fingers
with uncontrollable abandon until her body stiffened
and relaxed several times.  While she was doing that I
concentrated on the girl on my right, gently flicking
the tip of my lubricated finger back and forth over
her large, swollen clitoris.

"Yes," she said softly rubbing her hands up and down
my arm, "yes, oh god that's good."  Her orgasm, while
much gentler, seemed to be just as satisfying.  "Thank
you," she said, and kissed me gently on the cheek,
"thank you."  Without giving it a second thought I
leaned over and kissed Cindy's cheek in return.  Donna
had taken a couple of detours to give us time to
finish our business in the backseat, and arrived at
the school parking lot just as I pulled my pussy
soaked hands from the crotches of the girls sitting on
each side of me.

Being wrestled to the ground and gang fucked while
blindfolded is one thing, walking into a gymnasium
full of your fellow students wearing clothes
calculated to give every teenaged boy in the room an
instant hardon was another.   The other cheerleaders
didn't give me a chance to worry about it.  They
pulled me from the car and ushered me into the dance
before I had time to protest.

Once through the door I looked around the decorated
gym, most of the members of the football team were
there with girlfriends.  As I watched them dance I
wondered how many of them knew that their boyfriends
had been taking turns fucking me less than an hour
before.  The other four cheerleaders were immediately
claimed by their 'official' boyfriends and moved out
onto the dance floor.

"Let's dance," it was Frank, one of the 'boys'.  He
took my hand and pulled me out onto the floor.  A slow
tune was playing so he held me tight and began to move
me around the gymnasium.

"You owe me some TLC," Frank said after we had danced
in silence for a minute.

"Why's that?"

"My balls are aching, you squeezed them so hard I
thought they were going to pop."  A new part of my
personality was blossoming that night. I was only
mildly shocked to have a boy I barely knew talk to me
about his balls.

"Well," I responded with a sly grin, "if you're going
to rape a girl you'd better keep your balls out of her
reach."

"I'll keep that in mind," Frank responded as he
slipped his hand between our bodies.  Holding me
close, with my arms around his neck, Frank moved his
hand up under my T-shirt and cupped my breast.

"Would you mind," I asked, not pulling away from the
warm hand on my skin, "kissing me while you do that?"
He didn't mind, we brought our lips together and
explored each other's mouths with our tongues while he
explored my body with his hands.  I felt his hardening
cock pushing against me and I pushed back as we
danced.

"You have a really nice pussy," Frank said as he broke
off the kiss.  He still had one hand on my breast and
the other had moved onto my bare butt under my short
skirt.  His complementing my pussy shocked me more
than his complaining about the pain in his balls had.

"Thank you," was the only thing I could think to say
after being flustered for a few moments.  Then my new
personality kicked in again.  "I'd return the
compliment," I told him as I moved against the hard
lump I felt in his pants, "but I don't know which one
was yours."  He chuckled and gave my fanny and breast
a gentle squeeze.  I looked around the room and
noticed that most of the boys had abandoned their
girlfriends and disappeared from the room.  The other
cheerleaders were also nowhere to be seen.  Before I
could ask any questions Frank stopped dancing and,
taking my hand, pulled me through the door at the end
of the gym.  As the door closed behind us Frank led me
down the stairs and through another door into a
basement storage room under the gym floor.

The room was filled with old weight lifting equipment.
One of the weight benches had been pulled out into the
center of the room where it sat in a pool of light
from the fixture in the ceiling.  Donna and Cindy took
my arms and walked me over to the weight bench.  When
they pulled my T-shirt up I automatically lifted my
arms without even thinking about what was happening.
Donna unhooked the waistband of my skirt and I blushed
as it dropped to the floor leaving me naked in front
of a room full of boys.  The fact that every one of
them had not only seen me naked, but also had a turn
fucking me not more than an hour before did nothing to
lessen my embarrassment.

My whole body was trembling with excitement as Donna
and Cindy laid my down on the weight bench.  They
continued to hold my arms while Bonnie and Beth gently
bent my knees and spread my legs.  I could feel my
face burning as the boys gathered around to get a good
look at the pussy they'd all been fighting over
earlier in the evening.  I wasn't expecting to find it
as exciting as I did, I could feel myself getting wet
as Frank knelt at the end of the weight bench and
began to remove my pubic hair with a battery operated
beard trimmer.  His hands were warm and stimulating as
he casually moved my pussy this way and that removing
the hair.  As soon as he was done with the trimmer, he
began to remove the stubble with an electric razor.
I'd never dared use a vibrator in my bedroom at home,
and the vibrating sensations of the razor as it
throbbed against my clitoris overcame the last of my
inhibitions.  Leaning my head back and closing my
eyes, I moaned loudly and rolled my hips in gentle
fucking motions as Frank moved the buzzing razor back
and forth over my crotch until he was satisfied with
the smoothness of my skin.

By the time the buzzing stopped my pussy lubricant had
oozed out of my body and coated my skin all the way
down to my ass.  I lifted my head off the bench and
opened my eyes, I was ready to beg him not to stop.
As I, and everyone else in the room, watched Frank
used the thumb and finger of his left hand to gently
pull me open while he pushed a finger slowly into me.
I moaned again, more loudly than before, and pushed
myself further onto his finger.

"I want a show before I go back upstairs to dance with
Cathy."  One of the boys said.  I wondered what he
considered watching me getting shaved and finger
fucked was, if not a show.  Frank pulled his finger
out of my body and stood up, I could see his hard cock
outlined against the front of his trousers as he took
a step backward.  Cindy released my arm and, walking
to the end of the bench, knelt where Frank had been.
As everyone watched she placed a hand on each of my
inner thighs then, after using her thumbs to pull me
open, leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down
the wet folds of my pussy.   I thought my mind was
going to explode.  The intellectual knowledge of what
'oral sex' was had totally failed to prepare me for
the experience of having a knowledgeable tongue
enthusiastically stimulating my inexperienced pussy.
Bonnie and Beth released their symbolic grip on my
legs and, bending over, each sucked one of my nipples
into their mouth.  I looked up in time to see Donna,
having stripped off her shirt and skirt, straddle the
bench and, holding onto the upright barbell holder,
bend her knees lowering her naked pussy onto my face.
Having always been a quick learner, I moved my hands
up the insides of Donna's thighs and, spreading her
open with my thumbs the way Cindy had spread me open,
moved the tip of my tongue up and down the folds of
her warm, wet pussy.

Within less than a minute I had discovered how
wonderful it felt to have my pussy licked then, more
surprising to me, how wonderful it felt to lick a
pussy.  Despite all the crude jokes Donna's pussy
neither smelled, nor tasted like fish.  It smelled,
and tasted like clean, sexually excited pussy which, I
was quickly deciding, was a taste and a smell I loved.
I couldn't see anything except Donna's belly and
breasts, so I couldn't tell what the boys were doing.
Once my face was firmly planted in her widespread
pussy I reached up and gently pinched Donna's nipples
while I worked the tip of my tongue back and forth
over her clitoris.  I think Cindy was determined to
return the favor for the orgasm I'd given her in the
car and she soon had me bucking my hips repeatedly
smashing my crotch against her face.

I was just starting to cum when I heard other weight
benches being pulled into the center of the room.  As
soon as the noise stopped the other four cheerleaders
were pulled from my body by eager, hard-cocked boys
who had decided they couldn't wait any longer.  Frank
pushed a couple of his team-mates aside so he could be
the first to kneel at the end of the bench and push
his hard cock into my eager, wet pussy.  As I welcomed
his cock inside my body I looked to the right and left
and noticed that Donna, Cindy, Bonnie and Beth were
each being fucked by their 'official' boyfriend.  I
realized that Frank was claiming me as his 'official'
girlfriend and started cuming as soon as he was inside
me.


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Norm DePloom
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