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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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