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Subject: {ASSM} REV:  Cheerleaders Need New Uniforms {Gamera} (orgy first adults/teens)
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                          DISCLAIMER

This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even
contemplated such things, mostly because said characters do not
exist. Any imagined resemblance to people living or deceased is
either the result of dementia on the reader's part or that the
reader is, in fact, a character this story. None of these are
conditions to be proud of, and it would not be wise to draw
attention to one's self by claiming any similarity. It is assumed
that readers of this story have the permission of the state, mom,
dad, and pastor and are able to tell the difference between real
and make-believe. Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that he
is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well thoughts
out, humourous insults on his writing skill. Note: he already
knows he cannot spell warth shet.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole property
of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded, reposted, or
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Originally Posted to alt.sex.stories.d in two parts starting July 20 2000.
Also in ASSD in the Fishtank

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
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                 Cheerleaders Need New Uniforms
                               by
                         Kenny N Gamera

"What these kids need is more tofu and less murdered animals."

"Stacy," asked Shannon in a bored voice, "like, how many times
has she said that so far this evening?"

Stacy rolled her eyes up and stuck out her tongue as she counted
on her fingers. "About sixteen."

Stacy and Shannon fidgeted in their seats as Mrs. VanHoolan
continued her tirade against the unnutritious, meat-filled
lunches that the school system fed the student body. It had been
a long night, with the last half-hour being devoted to the
virtues of processed soybean and nothing else. In fact, of the
group of people who had come to the school board meeting, only
they had stuck it out.

Both young cheerleaders thought to herself that the board had
arranged the schedule with Mrs. VanHoolan as the penultimate
speaker to test the girls' desire to get new uniforms for their
squad. Actually, it was more to drive them out, so that the board
could safely ignore the request and end the meeting; the strategy
had always worked before.

But not this night.

Finally, Mr. VanStuckenmud saw that the girls were not going to
give up. "Mrs. VanHoolan, we thank you for your comments and rest
assured we will give them all due consideration. Mrs. VanDorkan,
what is the next order of business for the evening?" the chairman
announced quickly before Mrs. VanHoolan could say her signature
statement a seventeenth time.

"The Junior High School cheerleading squad is requesting new
uniforms, Mr. Chairman," replied the board secretary just as
quickly to prevent any protests from the crusading vegetarian.

The girls jumped up and rushed the podium, almost knocking down
the flustered and retreating older woman. Mrs. VanHoolan took the
closest chair in hopes of later getting a final word. Stacy, a
tall and lanky blondee, pulled a sheet of paper from her left
sleeve. Shannon, a petite and prematurely busty brunette, pulled
a loose thread from hers.

"Mr. Chairman and ladies and gentlemen of the board, the Junior
High Cheerleaders need new uniforms..."

"We thank you for your comments and rest assured we will give
them all due consideration. I now call this meeting adjour-."

"Now wait a minute!" cried Shannon as her sleeve fell from her
uniform exposing an athletically tone and tanned arm, "you
haven't, like, even heard us out."

"Yeah," added Stacy, who started playing with a loose piece of
yarn that had been bothering her almost as much as Mrs. VanHoolan
all evening, "we really, like, need these new uniforms."

Mr. VanPruder looked up from a sheet of paper at the two girls.
"But you just got new uniforms."

"Yeah," replied Stacy doubtfully, as the small piece of yarn
became a large piece of yarn.

"Like, five years ago," continued Stacy.

"And they were hand me downs from the High School's Junior
Varsity squad," finished Shannon.

"They still look good to me," asserted Mrs. VanLikkengud.

"Look good?" shouted the girls as one. Shannon then added as she
lifted her skirt, "I had to, like, shave, because these panties
are so thin the guys started teasing me about my bush."

"And this is, like, the third sweater to fall apart on me this
week," added the now completely topless Stacy as she held up the
loose yarn that had been her top. "We will do anything for new
uniforms."

Mr. VanStuckenmud got up and stared at the two girls. "Exactly
what is meant by anything?"

"You know, like, anything."

Mrs. VanGushinpuss finally spoke up, "Girls, you realize that
anything could mean a lot of things."

"Like, duh!" answered Stacy in frustration.

"There are car washes and bake sales and door to door magazine
subscriptions"

"Mrs. VanGushinpuss," cried Shannon, "we, like, tried all of that
stuff and it, like totally, didn't work. We really, really need
those uniforms. Like, why do you think the last two virgins on the
cheerleading squad were sent to this meeting?"

"I don't think that we understand what you are suggesting, young
ladies," stated Mr. VanPruder as he also stood up from his chair,
leaning against the table.

The girls began to panic as they both thought that the board
members were about to leave the meeting. Stacy quickly spoke out
in a slightly smart tone, "Do we have to, like, spell it for
you?"

"If you think that it would help clarify your position, feel
free," answered the dour looking man.

"S-E-X"

"Let me understand this correctly, you two girls are offering to
have sex with all of us?" came flatly and slowly from Mrs.
VanDorkin. The girls nodded in unison. "In exchange for new
cheerleading uniforms for your squad."

"Like, yeah!" Shannon didn't bother to hide the sarcasm in her
voice.

"And you tried a car wash?"

"We didn't make enough to, like, pay for the bake sale."

"Well, ladies and gentlemen of the board, I think we have heard
enough that we may be able to take a vote. All in favour." The
room grew silent for a moment. Both Mr. VanStuckenmud and Mr.
VanPruder lowered their zippers in a noisy yank. Mr.
VanStuckenmud turned to look at the women, "and ladies?"

The girls suddenly had three pairs of panties at their feet.

As she went around the meeting table, Mrs. VanDorkin said, "Well
girls, get on your hands and knees because it is time to do some
muff diving."

Shannon and Stacy immediately assumed the assigned position. Mrs.
VanGushinpuss and Mrs. VanLikkengud sat on the floor in front of
the youngsters. The older beauties leaned back, facing the cute
young cheerleaders with legs spread. Each girl lowered her head
to the offered pussy and began to lick at the outer folds.

"Oh, Margrette," announced Mrs. VanLikkengud as she pushed aside
Shannon's long locks to watch the teen's pink, pointed tongue
dance at the very gates of her cunt, "this one may be new to
cock, but she knows her way around a women's pussy."

"Oh!" agreed Margrette VanGushinpuss. She used both hands to pull
the willing face of Stacy tight against her. "Oh sweet Jesus
(Jesus being the name of her young Hispanic gardener)!"

 From a vantage point behind and between the young lesbians, Mrs.
VanDorkin watched her friends getting licked for maybe two
seconds before she dove into Shannon's mound, having easily
ripped the threadbare cloth of her panties away from the freshly
shaved treasure. She licked first at the outer lips. Slowly, her
tongue went from Shannon's ass to almost but not quite the clit.
Finally, with just the tongue's tip, Mrs. VanDorkin teasingly
brushed the girl's extended button, to suddenly move to the
other girl.

As her mouth and tongue worked away at Shannon's wetness,
Mrs.Dorkin's fingers felt their way into Stacy's already soaked
gash. Blindly, first one, then a second digit found itself inside
the tight tunnel to nirvana. Slowly, the experienced woman
withdrew from the fresh virgin, before she suddenly pushed back
in. As the act repeated itself, only Stacy's soon doomed hymen
stopped the invasion of her fingers.

Learning quickly, Stacy moved her honey glazed face away from
Mrs. VanGushinpuss and placed her weight on her elbows. Using her
now freed hands, Stacy started to pump at the older women's pussy
with her left hand and the fingers of her right began to play at
her clit. In just a few short moments, these efforts rewarded
Stacy with a wail. She looked up to see Mrs. VanGushinpuss's eyes
roll back into her head as it lazily lolled to the side. Thus,
she only felt the first splash of liquid strike her chin. She
looked down in time to get the next squirt in her eyes. Though
inexperienced with female ejaculation, Stacy knew enough to put
her mouth in position to catch the last blast before the school
board matron passed out.

Mr. VanPruder and Mr. VanStuckenmud, both already nude and with
dicks waving proudly, moved the unconscious victim of Stacy's
tongue play away as Mrs. VanDorkin took her place.

"Now eat me, bitch, like you ate her."

As she began and Shannon tried to keep her head from being
crushed between the strong, shapely thighs of Mrs. VanLikkengud,
the men moved behind the now prepped girls.

"The blondee or the brunette, Mr. Chairman?"

"You take the blondee, Mr. VanPruder. I know how they are your
favourites."

Being of the getting it over with quickly school, the men drove
their spikes into the girls in one synchronized motion, the
girls' shouts of initial pain muffled by the muffs of the two
older women. The men let the inexperienced passageways adjust to
their granite intrusions before they began to rock back and forth.
They coordinated their movements like a well-practiced team,
working the girls' pussies into a pink froth of virginal blood
and cunt juice. Each matched the thrusts of the other in both
timing and length.

Mr. VanPruder's shorter dick withdrew almost to the cock head,
yet never once did it come loose from Stacey's blonde furred
vise. With hands holding tightly to her slim waist, he fought the
teen's attempts to thrust back against his body and refill the
emptiness inside her.

Mrs. VanDorkin locked her hands onto Stacey's head, holding her in
place. She pushed the young girl's face hard against her sex.
Attempting to resist the distraction coming from her own pussy,
Stacey moved her tongue across the outer lips of the older woman's
cunt. At least she was until she was shifted so close that her
tongue was forced into the opening. Mrs. VanDorkin began to use
Stacy's face to masturbate herself.

Mrs. VanLikkengud continued to squeeze against Shannon's grip.
The teen's hands fought futilely to keep the older woman's thighs
parted for her oral attack. As her victim hit another organism,
Shannon's arms gave out. The matron's well-toned legs encased her
head. Without recourse to do anything else, she continued to
provide suction on the clit in front of her as the body attached
to it shook and screamed.

Meanwhile, back at her cunt, Mr. VanStuckenmud pounded away at
Shannon without mercy. Compared to his colleague, much more of
his thinner cock remained in his lover when he withdrew. This
extra allowed the full length of his larger shaft to enter the
girl even as they matched their thrusts. The young cheerleader's
belly extended out each time he pistoned forward into her.

Looking at his friend, Mr. VanStuckenmud could see him begin to
tense in impending orgasm. He sped up his thrusting to catch up.
Within seconds of each other, they shot their loads into the
young cheerleaders. Shortly afterward, the women shoved the girls
away from their worn and tired pussies. The frustrated girls
tried to push back onto the softening shafts of the dicks in
their drooling cunts. It was to no avail, and the men pulled
their flaccid tools out from their spermy teen love nests.

"Finish us off, sirs," begged Shannon still on her hands and
knees.

"Please," moaned Stacey. "We, like, need to come."

Mr. VanStuckenmud shook his head. "I'm sorry girls. Mr. VanPruder
and I are pretty much useless at this point." With a nod of his
head at the other board members, he added, "it looks as if you
have put the ladies out of commission as well."

"Besides," said Mrs. Gushinpus breathlessly; "we wouldn't want to
play with your messy little snatches, right now any way."

"But we need to, you know, come real bad," Stacey protested.

"I guess you'll just have to clean each other up for us," Mr.
VanPruder smiled. "The show may inspire us for another round.
Besides, Mr. VanStuckenmud and I have had only one virgin each
not two, so there is another hole to consider."

The two girls looked at each other for a moment. Both smiled with
delight, and Shannon said as she reached for the perky little
titties of Stacey, "shall we, like, show them what we learned at
cheerleader camp, girlfriend?"

"Shut up and eat my cunt, you little slut," commanded Stacey.

"Oh, fer shure, my love."

Shannon rolled to her back and slid beneath Stacey's parted legs.
Stacey lowered herself onto the other young girl's face. Drops of
Mr. VanPruder's spunk fell on Shannon's groping tongue. With
quick and well placed strokes to the sloppy pussy above, the
pink, pointed tip lapped up even more of her elder's white
offering.

Stacey reached down and grabbed her friend's large breasts. As
she was eaten, she kneaded them as if they were hunks of bread
dough. This caused Shannon to moan into her cunt. The vibrations
against her pussy made Stacey squirm on the face beneath her.
This only increased the pleasure she received. She began to moan
herself.

"Girls," Mr. VanPruder announced, "we would like to see both of
you get clean. Besides, at the rate you are going, I would think
that we'd be home by the time that you have finished each other."

Shannon moved her sloppy face from Stacy and looked at him with
the expression of a stunned fish.

"I think that Mr. VanPruder is suggesting that you switch into
the classic sixty-nine position, ladies." Mrs. VanGushinpuss sat in
one of the seats for the audience, playing with her pussy. She
added, "I wouldn't mind seeing that myself."

Stacey shrugged her shoulders and lowered herself to Shannon's
cunt without any word. Rather, she mimicked her friend's actions
with her tongue. Soon, the licking became less and less
coordinated and more chaotic as each girl became lost in her own
little world of pleasure. First, one and then the other, would
pull her face away from the crotch she was eating to moan out.
Neither noticed the occasional flash of a camera that Mr.
Stuckenmud used to keep a record of the girls' show.

Suddenly, Stacey cried out in pleasure as an orgasm swept across
her body. Mr. VanStuckenmud moved behind the blonde and grabbed
her by the hips. Guessing what was about to happen to her friend,
Shannon pulled her mouth away from Stacey's pussy. She used her
hands to maneuver the older man's cock into her mouth. She began
to move her mouth over as much of it as she could fit into her
mouth.

As he received this blowjob, Mr. VanStuckenmud reached over to
his trousers and rummaged through its pockets. He pulled from one
of them a tube of lubricant that he began to insert around and
into Stacey's virgin ass with his index finger. Stacey pulled her
mouth away from Shannon long enough to cry out, "yes, put your
dick into my asshole, sir.

Mr. VanStuckenmud replied, "certainly, young lady. It would be my
pleasure."

With Shannon's assistance, he began to slowly push his dick into
the young girl's anus. Stacey cried out in pain into Shannon's
cunt for the several minutes that it took for the school board
chairman to finish inserting his manhood into her nether region.

At last, it had reached its full length into her colon. Mr.
VanStuckenmud let it adjust to his cock. Stacey took this
opportunity to return to her task of bringing Shannon to orgasm
but found that Mrs. VanDorkin had taken her place. The woman
quickly finished the job with one greasy finger fucking the dark
haired teen's anus. Shannon began to moan loudly beneath the
joined man and girl. Her head just turned back and forth till she
maneuvered her hands enough to push her tormentor away.

Still dazed, Shannon could hardly respond with more than an upward
glance as she felt a set of hands drag her away from the sight
of an older man's dick deflower the last of her best friend's
holes. She barely had the strength to lift her head to watch as
Mrs. VanDorkin and VanGushinpuss lifted her enough for Mrs.
VanLikkengud to slide a cushion beneath her buttocks. Inside the
vee of her legs, Mr. VanPruder began to slick up his rod.

"Oh, sir" Stacy moaned aloud, "please, take my dark cherry."

Without comment, Mr. VanPruder lined his penis up with the
offered whole. Shannon pushed forward when she felt the cockhead
against her sphincter. Yet, it took the pressure of the slow
thrust by her senior to begin the entry into her last virgin
territory.

Her only response to the pain was to open her eyes. Above her,
she saw Stacy's sperm and cunt cream covered face as she
stretching her neck to bring herself closer as best she could,
Shannon reached up. The tip of her tongue just touched the nose
of her friend. This broke the trance that had gripped Stacy, and
she smiled as she recognized Shannon below her.

Seeing that the haze had passed from Stacy's eyes, Shannon
mouthed the words. "I love you."

Stacy responded by lowering herself down and meeting Shannon in
an open mouth kiss. Their tongues danced together as the male
minority of the board continued to assault their butt holes and
the fingers of the women began to play with their clits.

Finally, they shouted out in a final orgasm together. The spasms
of the bowel muscles brought off the dicks within them. Both men
came with a grunt as the release filled the girls to the rim with
the last of their cream. For several minutes afterward, the
meeting room was quiet except for the panting of worn-out girls
and tired men. The school board recovered first; the women were
dressed and smoothing their stockings and skirts while the men
started to button their shirts.

"So," asked Stacy as she licked the mess of juices from around
her mouth, "do we like, get the uniforms."

"Ladies and gentlemen, all in favour raise your hands." Five
hands flew up. "Mrs. VanDorkan, please show that the vote was
unanimous."

"Oh my gawd!" Squealed the messy half-bare girls as they gathered
their remaining clothing and covered themselves with their
jackets. "Like, this is so great!"

"Thank you, thank you. We need to tell everyone else. Thank you."

Hand in hand, the joyful pair rushed from the room. After they
had disappeared behind the closing doors. Mr. VanStuckenmud
turned to Mrs. VanLikkengud. "And before we close these
proceedings, what is on next month's agenda?"

"It seems that the boy's soccer team would like some new
equipment. Can we also add you to the schedule, Mrs. VanHoolan?

"Of course, videos from tonight will bring a handsome penny. Your
share will pay for those new uniforms with more than enough left
over to hire a couple of new teachers."

"Ah," sighed Mrs. VanGussinpus, "this is so much better than
trying to get a mileage increase."

"Hopefully, we can raise a little more from the boys," added Mrs.
VanDorkin. "Besides I'd like to see how well they handle the
balls that nature gave them."

"Well, if there is no other business, these proceedings are now
closed."

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