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   The Majorettes: A Love Story
   My name is Brittany Holloway; I am 17-years-old and the co-captain of
our school's majorette squad.  That is, until a few weeks ago, when our
team played it's final game of the season.
   I guess you could say I am good looking.  I am tall, about 5'10", and so
I have long legs and a cute, firm little tushy.  My measurements are
36-24-35, and so, as you can imagine, I have had a lot of attention from
boys throughout the last few years.
   I have a pretty face, a perfect little nose, and a great smile, for
which my parents paid a bundle, and big, sky blue eyes.
   But the feature everyone talks about is my hair.  I have long, thick
light blonde hair that is kind of wavy and has loose curls that run all the
way down past my butt.  I wear it with bangs, and I usually have a white
comb in it to hold it all back, or sometimes I have a white ribbon or
scrunchy and tie it back in a ponytail.  Either way, I can tell you that I
have to spend hours a day caring for my hair, using expensive shampoos and
combing it out faithfully every night.
   My co-captain is Lindsay O'Hara.  Lindsay is a cute little Irish girl
with the softest, fluffiest red hair you ever saw.  She wears her hair with
bangs as well, and it flows down to the small of her back.  Her bangs hang
gently over her gorgeous face, dark green eyes, a cute little upturned
nose, rosy, freckled cheeks, full red lips, and a smile to warm the heart
featuring full, ruby-red lips and straight white teeth.
   If Lindsay has the face of an angel, she certainly has the body of a
porn star.  Her boobs aren't quite as big as mine, but they are just as
firm and round and juicy.  She's got a fabulous little ass as well.
   We have known each other since grade school, and became best friends
early on.  From the moment we met, we both were interested in baton
twirling.  In fact, that's how we met, in Miss Taylor's Baton twirling
classes.  We both were in her "Little Marching Majorettes" group that would
go all over the place marching and performing in parades and stuff. 
Anyway- it was natural for both of us to have gone out for our high
school's majorette squad when we were freshmen, and now, after four years,
we were both seniors and co-captains of the majorettes, responsible for
coming up with all the routines, picking the uniforms, and all that.
   Of course, we both loved our uniforms.  We wore white ribbon jackets
that buttoned up the left side with three gold rope-chords down the front.
We had white pleated skirts with a gold stripe just above the hem, the kind
of skirt that would flip up to give the audience a nice peek at our tight,
white nylon bloomers, or "spankies", as we called them.
   We wore white knee-high boots with gold tassels on top, white gloves,
and a tall, white and gold hat.  Both of us knew that, as sexy as we were
to the boys anyway, when we were in our uniforms, doing our routines, every
male eye in the whole stadium was on us, and I must confess, we both
enjoyed that.
   But no boy ever got close enough to do much more than give us a good
night kiss at the end of a date, and there was a reason why.  It wasn't
because Lindsay and I were prudes, or that we were interested in being big
teases, (which, despite ourselves, we actually enjoyed).  And it wasn't
because Lindsay and I were virgins who were "saving ourselves for
marriage", which is what we told everyone, including our parents.
   The reason was; Lindsay and I were lesbian lovers.
   There had been a pep assembly the day of the final game of the season
that lasted right up to the final bell.  Afterwards, I was walking through
the parking lot to my car, when I heard: "PPPSSSSSTTT!  BRITTANY!  OVER
HERE!"
   I turned to look at where the sound was coming from, and there was
Lindsay, hiding behind her brother's black van with a big grin on her
gorgeous face, waving me over.  I walked around to where she was, standing
there beside the big black paneled van and said, "What's up?"
   Before I knew it, Lindsay has pushed me against the side of the van, her
body right up against mine.  I could feel our tits pressing together
through our ribbon jackets and the white lacy bras we both were wearing. 
Lindsay was grinning and breathing hard.
   "Oh fuck, Brit," she half-whispered, " I've been watching you swish
around in that cute little skirt all day with your tits bouncing around in
that jacket, and I can't take it anymore!" she moaned kissing my neck. 
"I've got to have you NOW!"
   Lindsay kissed me passionately, and I parted my lips in anticipation of
her tongue snaking it's way into my mouth, and my tongue darting into hers.
I was leaning against the side of her brother's van and she had to stand on
her toes to kiss me.  For a minute, I didn't care about the deception that
Lindsay and I had perpetuated on our classmates, fellow, majorettes, or
even our own families.  I reached down around her back with both hands,
lifted up her white pleated majorette's skirt and grabbed both of her white
nylon bloomer encased ass cheeks with both of my hands, holding her up and
bringing this hot little lezzy bitch closer as we made out together, right
there in the high school parking lot!
   Lindsay had one hand around the back of my head, pulling my face closer
to hers to make it easier for her to kiss me, and the other hand was
fondling my right breast through the fabric of my thick woolen ribbon
jacket.
   "MMMMMFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKMMMMMMFFFFF!!!!" was the sound we made, our
mouths open, lips pressed together hard, our tongues entwined in each
other's hot mouths.  Our heads moved from side to side as Lindsay and I
tried to jam our tongues deeper and deeper into each other's willing
mouths, our hands roaming over each other's uniforms, fondling this and
grabbing onto that in a wild, passionate abandon, until I finally realized
that we were out in the open and might be seen.  I could just about imagine
the shit-rain that would fall on Lindsay and I from our classmates,
teachers, and administration, not to mention our parents, if word got
around that the two co-captains of the majorettes had been seen in a
passionate lesbian make-out session in the high school parking lot!
   I finally broke the kiss and looked down on my red headed teenaged lezzy
love, breathless and horny from her wild kissing and touching me all over
in the places she knew so well.
   She was back to kissing, nibbling, and licking my neck.  "Lindsay," I
moaned as she reached underneath my white pleated majorette's skirt and
began to rub the crotch of my soaked white nylon bloomers, "we can't do
this here!  We'll get caught!"
   She looked up at me and smiled, moving me out of the way.  Then she
grabbed the doorknob and slid open the side door to her brother's van.
   "What about your brother?" I asked.
   "He's going out to party with his loser friends before the game tonight.
He won't be back to pick up this van for a few hours!"
   My heart began to soar as Lindsay and I climbed into the van, and she
shut the sliding door closed behind us.
   Now, it was my turn to take the lead.  We were on our knees on the bed
that her brother had installed in the back of his van.  As I slowly ran my
hands up the outside of her thighs up underneath her white pleated
majorette's skirt, she put one hand on my chest and wrapped the other
around the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to hers.  I could feel
her hot breath on my neck.
   "I love you, Lindsay!" I said.
   "I love you too, Brittany!" she answered as our lips touched again.
   "MMMMMFFFFFFF!!!!" We began kissing again, hot, ardent, adoring kissing,
and then we broke off and began unbuttoning our jackets.  I looked at
Lindsay's face, her eyes were wide open and fixed on my every move with a
licentious grin on her face, a face twisted with pure, burning lezzy lust.
   "You are such a hot little slut," I said as I pulled of my ribbon
jacket, exposing my big, ripe tits that were barely encased in my
lily-white bra.  "I can't wait to lick your tasty little twat!"
   Lindsay had pulled off her jacket and opened the front of her white lacy
bra, and her glorious tits swung free.  "Come here, you gorgeous dyke
whore!" she said as she laid down on the bed, her legs spread, reaching up
around the back of my neck and gently pulling me down on top of her.
   I lay on top of that stunning little Irish teenaged majorette, kissing
her full on the mouth, and then stopping to kiss and lick her neck, working
my way down to those beautiful teenaged tits of hers jutting out proudly
from her chest.
   "Oh yessss," she hissed, "lick my titties, Brit!  Lick my tits, you
gorgeous fuckin' dyke!"
   As I began to encircle one of her cute little nipples with my tongue, I
reached up underneath the front of her white pleated majorette's skirt and
over the top of her white nylon bloomers, my fingers finding her tight, wet
pussy and the swollen clit that I started to massage.  Lindsay arched her
back and groaned.  "Fuck!  That's it, you whore!  Finger my pussy!"
   I was popping one of her delicious tits in my mouth, then the other, all
the while frigging her clit, her legs spread wide to allow me complete
access to her throbbing cunt.
   "Cum for me, slut!" I said as Lindsay bucked her hips, grinding her
pussy as I finger fucked my best friend and fellow majorette.  "Cum for me
like the hot little dyke bitch that you are!"
   I stopped licking her tits, but didn't let up with my finger fucking.  I
began to kiss and lick my way back up her chest, and could feel her
starting to shake as a massive orgasm was beginning to take hold of her.
   "OOOHHHHFFFUUUCCCCKKK!!!  I'M CCCUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!" screamed Lindsay
as she started to thrash about.  I mashed my lips on hers, French kissing
her as the wave of bliss subsided.  Lindsay and I took a minute for her to
recover from her orgasm, just letting our tongues touch and dance,
interspersed with quick, gentle kisses.
   Lindsay got up on her knees.  "Turn around and grab the wall, bitch!"
   I turned from her and faced the wall, there on the bed on my knees, and
she flipped up the back of my white pleated majorette's skirt and yanked my
white nylon bloomers to my knees, lovingly caressing the cheeks of my ass.
"Brit, you've got such a nice ass!" she said, kissing each cheek with long,
wet kisses.  "I've been wanting to do this all day!"
   Lindsay spread my ass cheeks and put her tongue deep into my aching
pussy, then slowly moved her tongue up and down the length of my butt crack
before ramming her tongue right into my asshole.  The co-captain of our
school's majorettes had her beautiful freckled face shoved right between
the cheeks of my ass, ardently rimming my asshole and taking big, long, wet
passes up and down the crack of my ass with her tongue.
   I was in ecstasy!  Somehow, as Lindsay continued her exquisite rimming
of my tight little shitter, she managed to reach down and pick up one of
our batons and started to slowly insert it into my burning cunt.
   I can't tell you how it felt to have my best friend and fellow majorette
simultaneously rimming out my ass AND fucking my pussy with a baton.
   "Fuck me, you sick little slut!  Suck my ass and make me cum!" I
screamed as I bucked my hips in rhythm the thrusts of the baton in my
agonized pussy, trying to get her to shove her tongue farther and farther
up my ass.  "Oh, you hot lezzy whore!  Shove that thing up in me!  Suck out
my shit, you fucking BITCH!"
   "AAAAAAHHHHHHFFFFUUUCCCKKKKK!" I groaned as an orgasm tore through me,
almost ripping me apart.  I whipped my long blonde hair around as the waves
crashed within me, gritting my teeth as my gorgeous teenaged lezzy lover
continued to ram the baton in and out of my pussy.
   I fell back on the bed, and Lindsay eagerly straddled my face.  I pulled
aside the soaked crotch of her white majorette bloomers and tasted the
sweet nectar of her pussy.  Lindsay again inserted the baton, and licked my
clit while she fucked me with it.  As I greedily lapped up her pussy juice,
I found the other baton and rammed it up her ass.
   We continued in our torrid 69, licking and fucking each other with our
batons, until we both were literally sobbing as we mutually experienced
orgasms after orgasms, until the both of us lay spent in a sweaty,
tear-stained pile, our faces covered with each other's cunt juice, laying
naked but for our white pleated skirts and our knee-high boots.
   ""Brittany," she said as we lay there, arm in arms, stroking each
other's hair, " I love you so much!  I don't care who knows anymore!" She
looked at me, smiling sweetly with those amazing green eyes.  "I want
everyone to know that we are in love!"
   I kissed her then, knowing deep down in my heart that she was right.  "I
know, baby," I said reassuringly as I took her into my arms and kissed her
with more passion than I had ever felt for another human being.  "I
know..."
   We finally got dressed and made it to my house, where Lindsay and I took
a shower together that was so much fun we were almost late for the game! 
However, we did make it on time, and we went on at halftime and wowed the
crowed as usual.  Lindsay and I even did our "fire baton" routine, and we
couldn't help but notice that all the guys were watching intently as our
little majorette skirts flipped up, showing off our white nylon panties.
   There were guys on the sidelines when we were done, complimenting us and
trying not to make it too obvious that they were drooling over us in our
cute little majorette uniforms.  We both took it in stride as we made our
way through the crowd, and I followed Lindsay back to the outside entrance
of the girl's locker room.  Fortunately, we were the only ones in the room,
as the other majorettes were busy talking to their boyfriends and watching
the game.
   We took off our hats, held each other and kissed, and then Lindsay
looked at me with a sly smile.  "Come here, bitch!" she said as she
maneuvered me into a chair that she had placed in the middle of the locker
room.
   As I sat in the chair, I watched Lindsay pull out a black gym bag from
her locker and unzip it.  "What are you doing?" I asked.
   She reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of scissors.  "You and I
are coming out of the closet with a bang!" she grinned.
   She straddled my legs and sat down in my lap, facing me she put the bag
on the floor beside the chair.  We put our arms around each other and
slowly, lovingly kissed.
   "Brittany," she said, smiling so sweetly, her green eyes dancing, "I
want to show you just how much I love you!" With that, she took a section
of her hair from the side of her head, held it out away from her scalp, and
positioned the scissors at it's base.
   SSSSKKKKRRRIIITTTCCHHH!!!  SSSCCCKKKRRRRRIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHH!!!
   She grinned at me as her hand came away with those long, luscious red
locks.  She held the handful of her hair between us, and let it drop, and
the red fluffy hair rolled down the front of my ribbon jacket, off my lap,
and onto the floor.
   I had never seen anything so hot!  My lover was going to cut off all her
hair for me!
   SSSSKKKKRRRRIIITTTCCHHHH!!!  SSSSKKKKRRRRRIIIITTTCCCCHHHH!!!
   This time Lindsay cut off a hank of her red mane from the other side of
her head, and for the first time in years, I could see one of her ears.  I
reached underneath her white pleated skirt and pulled aside the crotch of
her white nylon bloomers and plunged my finger up into her hot, tight
little pussy.
   Lindsay RIPPED open her ribbon jacket, her jacket buttons flying
everywhere, and used the scissors to cut open her bra.
   SSSSKKKKRRRRIIITTTTCCCHHHH!!!!  SSSCCCCKKKKRRRRIIITTTCCCCHHHH!!!!
   I began to suck on her magnificent tits while I finger fucked her,
looking up to see her with her eyes closed, bucking her hips, lost in the
feeling of my attentions on her teenaged body, randomly hacking off
fistfuls of her long, beautiful red hair.
   "Cut your bangs off, slut!" I rasped.  "I want to see them fall on your
tits!" SNIP!  SNIP!  SNIP!
   She cut off her straight red bangs and they fell gently down on her
breasts, rolling off and landing in the pleats of my white majorette's
skirt.
   Lindsay continued hacking off more and more of her ruined red hair,
bucking her hips and grinding her cunt against my fingers.  I had to lean
back in the chair and watch as she dropped the scissors, reached into the
bag, and pulled out a pair of battery powered electric clippers.  She
pulled off the guard and turned them on, aimed them at the hairline on her
forehead and rammed the clippers into her hacked up hair, up over the top
and down the back of her head to her neck, leaving a path of barely
noticeable red stubble in the ruined mess that used to be her long,
gorgeous red locks.
   Pass after pass, what was left of her crowning glory fell off her head
in sheets to the floor behind her, and as she finished up shaving around
both of her ears, she came harder than I had ever seen her cum, screaming
like a mad woman.
   Lindsay finally opened her eyes and grinned at me, using the clippers to
shave off her eyebrows.  Then she kissed me more passionately than ever
before.
   "Shave me, bitch!" I whispered, barely able to catch my breath.
   Lindsay got up off my lap and I immediately put one of my hands up
underneath my majorette's skirt, down the front of my white nylon panties,
and began to masturbate as Lindsay took the still running clippers and
gently touched them to my bangs.
   ZZZZZZZ!!!!  ZZZZZZZ!!!!  ZZZZZZZZ!!!!!
   I looked down and saw the hairs rolling down the front of my ribbon
jacket and into the pleats of my skirt.  I was never so turned on in my
life!  My gorgeous hair, hair that took me years to grow, hours a day to
care for, was soon going to be shaved off my head by the woman I loved, and
I didn't care!
   ZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!
   I felt my fellow majorette holding out hair from the back of my head,
and I felt the blades of the clippers right against my scalp, shearing off
a big handful of my beautiful blonde hair.  Lindsay held out the two and a
half foot long mass of my straight, thick blonde hair and let it fall into
my lap.  I pulled open my ribbon jacket with the hand I wasn't frigging
myself off with and began to fondle my tit through the fabric of my white
lacy bra.
   "Cut it off, you hot little slut!" I moaned.  "Shave all this fucking
useless hair off my head!  I want to be your bald headed whore!"
   ZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!
   For the first time that I could remember, my ear was exposed to the air.
She had sheared off a huge mass of my hair from the right side of my head,
and I remember what a strange feeling it was not to have hair covering my
ear.
   Strange, and wonderful!
   "More!" I shouted, pulling apart the front of my bra with one hand and
pinching my nipple while I continued with the other hand down the front of
my white majorette panties.  "Shave me bald, you fuckin' DYKE!"
   She moved behind me, but her hand on my head and bent my head down,
brushing what was left of the thick, aromatic waist-length blonde hair to
one side so she could get a good aim at the hairline on the back of my
neck. Lindsay rammed the clippers into my hair, and ran the clippers up the
back and over the top of my head, and a sheet of my blonde hair fell down
the front of my majorette's uniform.  Then, she came around to the front,
put her hand on top of my head and shaved a path of white blonde stubble
over the top of my head and down the back to my neck.
   I remember my white pleated skirt pushed up around my waist, one hand
down in my white nylon bloomers, my fingers furiously fucking my hot, wet
cunt, my ribbon jacket open and my bra ripped apart, pulling on my huge,
firm round teenaged tits, my eyes closed lost in bliss, and noticing how
much weight was being taken from my head as my long, glorious blonde hair
was falling off my scalp and landing dead on the floor around me.
   By this time, I was so lost in an orgasm I didn't notice that Lindsay
had finished shaving my head and was using the clippers to relieve me of my
eyebrows too.  Finally, there we were, the two co-captains of the high
school's majorettes, half naked and shaved bald.  There were piles of our
crowning glories everywhere!
   I looked down into the black bag and saw two more items.  One was a
vicious looking black strap-on dildo, and the other was a jar of green goo
that was labeled "Permanent Hair Remover".
   I reached down and picked up the jar and screwed off the cap, dipping in
my fingers into the jar.  "Lindsay," I said, "now I am going to show you
how much I love you!"
   I began slathering the stuff on my head and my eyebrows, and Lindsay
eagerly did the same.  It burned a little bit, but after a few minutes of
kissing my lezzy lover, we toweled the stuff off and we were smooth as cue
balls, forever bald!
   The game was just breaking up as I walked out, completely hairless and
wearing nothing but my white pleated majorette skirt and white knee-high
boots, enjoying both the feeling of the crisp air on my hairless head and
my mostly naked body.  Lindsay, who was wearing nothing but the huge
strap-on dildo, followed me outside in front of the gasping, shrieking
crowd.  I got down on my hands and knees and Lindsay got on her knees
behind me and slowly shoved the strap-on into my awaiting pussy.  She began
to thrust the plastic fuck-toy in and out of my cunt, slapping me on the
ass, right there in front of the entire town.
   And that was how our school, and our parents, learned that Lindsay and I
were lesbians!
   Shortly afterwards, Lindsay and I got kicked out of school and out of
our parent's houses, and we eventually hooked up with some really butch
dykes who helped us into our new life style.  We got a lot of tattoos and
piercings, threw away our "girly" clothes and took to wearing black
t-shirts, baggy camouflage pants, and army boots, and Lindsay and I even
had a few teeth pulled to better facilitate our cunt lapping.
   We're here, we're queer, and there is no turning back now!
   
  
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