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"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.