Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
===
Laurel almost didn’t show up for her first day of cheerleading practice.
She wasn’t a cheerleader. Not at heart. She was an emo skater girl. She hated mainstream fashion. She hated blonde-haired bimbos. She hated the cheerleading bitches. Showing up to actually learn to cheerlead felt like a betrayal of everything that she was.
But her stepmother was going to kick her out on the street if she didn’t go through with it. And she hadn’t masturbated the coach until he ejaculated on her face just to back out now. If she was going to rebel, she should have done it *before* modelling her cheerleading outfit to her father and showing him her tits as her stepmother had sucked his cock under the table.
So she took a deep breath and entered the women’s changerooms at the gym.
Immediately, she felt like she had made a mistake. The room was full of the prettiest, most buxom girls in school. Most of them were blonde. Most of them were in some state of undress. Everywhere that Laurel looked she could see big bare tits and perfectly shaved (or waxed, or lasered) cunts.
She felt her pussy throb traitorously.
“Oh, look, it’s the new girl,” said one of the girls. It was Chrissy Lopilato, and she was wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties. Her tits were the perfect round shape that suggested she had had plastic surgery, and they were significantly bigger than Laurel’s.
In fact, Laurel had always thought that her breasts were, if anything, too big, but looking around the room she suddenly felt inadequate and flat-chested.
Chrissy walked up to Laurel and said, “Hey, new girl, how did you get on the squad without an audition in front of all the girls?”
Another girl – redheaded Kissandra Holt, nude from the waist down – said, “She’s not even a sports girl, she’s a skater slut. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars she can’t even dance.”
Tiny blonde Erica Darville – not wearing a single scrap of clothing, and her large tits made obscenely oversized by contrast to her petite frame – said, “Obviously she sucked Coach’s cock.”
Most of the girls laughed.
“Is that true?” asked Chrissy. “Did you suck Coach’s cock, skater slut?”
“No…” objected Laurel, backing away, thinking of fleeing the changeroom entirely. And that was true, she hadn’t sucked the Coach’s cock – just pumped it with her hand until he had discharged his cum onto her face.
“GIRLS!” said a loud voice. It was another blonde – taller than most of the other girls, with a high-cheekboned face, luscious lips, and perfect large natural boobs.
This was Bethany Tremblay, the undisputed queen of the school.
She was completely naked, and Laurel could see she had two small tattoos located just above her cunt, where they would normally be hidden by panties. One read “Daddy’s Girl”, and the other was the pawprint of a dog.
Bethany strode up to Laurel.
“Laurel, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Laurel nervously.
“I am so sorry for these bitches,” she said. “They’re just horny sluts, really, and sometimes they don’t think so good.”
She turned to the girls and said:
“Ladies – I don’t care how Laurel got on the squad. She is our teammate now, and you will treat her accordingly.”
She stared down each girl in the room in turn, and no girl managed to avoid breaking eye contact before Bethany did. Even Chrissy looked at the ground, cowed.
“What are our rules, ladies?” she asked. “What do we do for men?”
“Eltham Sugars please men,” chorused the cheerleaders.
“That’s right,” said Bethany. “So if Laurel here sucked Coach’s cock, then she’s already doing a better job of being a cheerleader than most of you skanks. And tell me our third rule.”
“Good girls help other girls be good,” replied the girls.
“There is a place,” said Bethany, “for girls to be cruel to each other. It’s important that none of us ever think we are worth more than our tits or cunts. It’s appropriate to insult each other so that we remain insecure about our bodies and appearances, so that we’re motivated to constantly strive to be prettier and more attractive for men. But if that results in Laurel here leaving our squad then we have *not* been good girls and we have not helped Laurel to be good. So I want to hear a lot less bitching and a lot more encouragement, understood?”
“Yes, Bethany,” said the girls sullenly.
“Chrissy, Kissandra, Erica, I want each of you to apologise to Laurel by kissing her and telling her something sexual you’d enjoy doing with her,” said Bethany. “Chrissy, you first.”
Laurel waved her hands.
“No,” she said, “that’s really not necessary…”
“Oh, honey,” said Bethany, “are you embarrassed about kissing girls like a lesbo? You really need to get over that if you want to be a cheerleader. We all need to work closely together to please coach and please our audiences. It’s a bonding experience. And it’s just a kiss, really.”
She leaned in close and whispered, “If you can’t do it, I’m not sure you can stay on the team, sweetie.”
And so when Chrissy reluctantly walked up to Laurel, Laurel allowed Chrissy to place a hand in her hair, and draw her in close, and kiss her on the lips. She blushed as Chrissy’s bare tits pressed against her chest. And when it was over, Chrissy whispered, “I’d really like to share a guy’s dick with you. We could give him a double blowjob and kiss each other with his cock between our lips.”
Redheaded Kissandra was a much better kisser. Did her name have anything to do with it? Laurel couldn’t help but moan as Kissandra’s tongue lightly teased her lips.
“I would *love* to lick your pussy, slut,” said Kissandra when the kiss was done, smiling.
And finally little Erica had to stand on her toes to reach Laurel’s mouth, and Laurel still had to bend down, but her kiss was passionate and warm.
“I want to suck on your tits until I taste milk,” purred Erica.
By this time Laurel’s pussy was throbbing intensely.
“So?” asked Bethany when it was done. “Which of those sluts do you most want to rape?”
Laurel blushed. “I don’t want to… to rape girls,” she said.
Bethany cocked her head in disappointment. Then, before Laurel could react, she stepped forward and lifted Laurel’s skirt, and pushed aside her panties, and pushed two fingers into Laurel’s twat.
Laurel gasped in shock and tried to pull away – but Bethany had already withdrawn her fingers and was lifting them up. Everyone could see the glistening sticky fuckhoney dripping from them.
“You lying little slut,” she laughed. “But it’s okay, honey, every girl is a bit of a lesbo. It’s just in our nature to want to lez off with other sluts for male entertainment. You can admit it. So which girl do you most want to rape?”
Laurel was still blushing, silent.
“You have to choose, honey,” said Bethany. “No one on the team will trust you if you’re not honest.”
Laurel whispered something.
“Louder, honey,” said Bethany.
“Kissandra,” said Laurel. “I want to rape Kissandra.”
There was laughter and cheers. Chrissy and Erica actually looked disappointed.
“Good girl,” said Bethany. “Now, get undressed, honey. We do this as a team. No one on the team gets dressed until we’re all naked.”
Laurel had got undressed in front of women in changerooms before – but no one had ever paid attention to her doing so. But the entire squad of women watched as Laurel slowly peeled off her top and skirt, and her panties and bra. The other girls removed the last of their own clothes as Laurel did so.
“Her tits are kind of nice, for such small fuckbags,” commented Erica.
“They’d look prettier with cum on them,” said Bethany.
“She would look *so hot* with a boobjob,” said Chrissy, rubbing her own large round tits.
“God, her cunt is so wet, look at it,” laughed Kissandra.
“Apparently that’s because of you, Kiss,” said Erica, elbowing her.
Only once Laurel was naked did she realise that Bethany had her phone out and was *photographing* the nude girls. She immediately tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands.
“What are you *doing*?” she hissed.
“Roll call,” said Bethany. “I get a photo of each of you to prove you showed up.”
“Does anyone… see them?” asked Laurel.
“Never you mind, sweetie,” said Bethany. “All right girls, uniforms on.”
They dressed in their cheerleading uniforms. But when Laurel went to put on her panties, Bethany stopped her.
“Nuh-uh, honey,” she said. “No panties for practice. Coach likes to remind us that we’re all cunts, at the end of the day.”
“But the skirt is so short!” objected Laurel.
“No one’s going to see you but us girls, and Coach,” said Bethany. “And we’ve already seen it, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Coach has too.”
“No,” said Laurel. “He hasn’t…”
Bethany looked at her. “Now, come on, Laurel,” she said. “You’d best stop lying. You didn’t get on this team with an audition, which means you made Coach happy. Are you seriously trying to tell me that you didn’t slut your way onto this squad? And don’t say yes, because I won’t believe you. Best you come clean about what you really did.”
Laurel blushed. “I.. I showed him my tits,” she said.
“And?” said Bethany. “Because I know that’s not all.”
“I… I stroked his dick. Until he… squirted on me.”
“Just tits and a handjob?” asked Bethany. “Damn, Lauren, Coach must have liked you to let you off so cheap. When I took two months off last year after I broke my wrist, I had to let him fuck my cunt unprotected to let me back on the team. I was so scared he was going to get me pregnant I must have cum three times before he did.”
She giggled, and then added, “Well, it’s time for us to get out into the gym and practice. Come on, new girl.”
Laurel had a moment of dissociation as she followed the other girls out of the changeroom. They were all dressed in their crisp, attractive cheerleading uniforms – short pleated skirts, tight tops, white socks and sneakers. They were girls that Laurel had thought of as sluts, as bimbos, as bitches, as shallow empty-headed cunts – and now she was dressed just like them, was one of them, was following them to the gym to be exactly like them.
A part of her mind screamed that this wasn’t her, that she didn’t belong here. But another part told her that she had just kissed three girls, had said she wanted to rape one, and that she was even now going out in public with no panties to dance in front of a man whose cum had been on her face. If she wasn’t a shallow little slut, why had she done all those things?
And if she hated it all so much – as she still told herself that she did – then why was she doing it? Why wasn’t she fighting?
And why was her cunt so wet?
===
You can find more erotic tales of cheerleaders in my e-book The Lakewood Cheerleaders and Other Erotic Stories, available for only $4.99 USD from AllTheseRoadworks.com! By picking up a copy, you’re helping me to keep the lights on and keep creating hot new erotica! (Click here to view in store.)
===