A Cheerleader Summer, part 2
I got up early the next morning to release Staci. I got in the
shower with her and helped to clean her off. Sure, we wanted her
compliant, but I didn't want her to lose the mystique that made
her more special that anyone else. She didn't want to let go of
me, and she kissed me all over my body. That morning is what I
remember as the best sex of the summer. After awhile, we dried off
and moved to her bed. She still kept holding on to me; she kept
her body tightly against mine, and I felt her finally relax while
I kept caressing her back and her ass.
For thest rest of that day, we had Jen and Nikki make up to
Staci. We didn't want any lingering hostilities (and it was fun to
watch the three of them in bed). By the end of that day,
everything seemed forgiven among them again.
The girls had only been our slaves for about a couple of weeks
when we were going into a store one day. Of course, they all had
on real short skirts and looked gorgeous. As we went in, a plain-
looking boy about our age was obviously staring at them. Nikki
made some nasty comment loud enough for him and the rest of the
people around us to hear - something like "Don't even think it; I
don't need nerds like you looking at me!" The other two kind of
giggled. Although she acted deferential enough to me and Tim, she
was twice as cruel to everyone else. It really got to me right
there, because I had been kind of in his spot just earlier this
summer. I called for him to wait and told Nikki to apologize to
him. She did, but it was very sarcastic, and that made me even
more upset.
I told the boy that we were trying to teach Nikki to be polite
and would he help by punishing her. He looked confused; so did
Nikki. He said that he didn't think he should. I told Nikki to
convince him that he should spank her, or else Tim and I would go
home and do it. That scared her enough to sincerely plead with the
boy to punish her. There were people all around us, so she was
practically whispering. He still wasn't convinced, so I told Nikki
to pull up her skirt and turn around for him.
Nikki was wearing a white tube dress, extremely clingy and just
below her ass. I'd seen how Tim had dressed her, too: no bra and
flesh-colored thong panties. She turned bright red in horror and
looked at Tim, hoping that he would give her a reprieve, but Tim
and I had agreed weeks ago not to interfere with each other during
scenes like these. She knew that she really didn't have any
choice, and she hiked up her dress. I was certain that this would
convince him; Nikki probably had the best looking bottom of all
three girls, one that you just couldn't resist.
He agreed - vigorously enthusiastic, and I quietly told him to
follow me. A crowd had begun to gather to watch Nikki's show, so
we began walking across the parking lot. At the far end, I stopped
between two vans but where there was enough space for us, and I
told Nikki to give him her panties. "Please, do I have to?" she
asked. "You saw they don't cover anything, they won't be in his
way."
"Yes," I told her, "but I'm tired of how mean you act to people
like him, and I think he deserves this payment from you. I want
you to remember it next time you're tempted to mouth off to
someone." She reached under her dress, pulled down her panties,
stepped out of them, and handed them to the boy. "Now, your
dress."
"I can't do that here!" she whispered violently.
"Okay," I told her, "your choice. We can either do a short
session here or we can all go back home for a long one."
She paused for just a moment, considering the humiliation versus
the pain and then began slowly lifting up her dress. I could see
her shaking. I also suspect that the punisher enjoyed this slow,
embarressed strip as much as the spanking. We left the dress lying
at her feet, and I had her bend over and spread a little. He
didn't take it easy on her, and I also noticed that his hand
lingered on her ass after each swat.
After twenty, I had him stop, thanked him, and sent him away
(with Nikki's panties as a souvenier). Normally, Nikki is the
loudest screamer when we punish her, but this time all she had
done was whimpered. When she stood up and dressed again, I saw
that she was still crying profusely. I wasn't sure if it was
because of her burning bottom or the degrading display. Either
way, I never saw her mistreat a stranger again.
Throughout the summer there were two events that we often had the
girls do for us. It was probably our favorite thing (next to the
sex). We would have them do cheerleading routines in the nude.
Sometimes, what would be even more exciting would be to have them
do their routines in nothing but their short, cheerleader skirts.
It was fun to see the jiggling T&A show. And when they had on the
skirts, it made the jumps especially exciting because of the nude
flashes. We got to tape them doing lots of nude cheers that
summer!
One evening around dinnertime, we ordered a couple of pizzas and
realized that we were $2 short. Tim had an idea. He dressed the
girls in sexy outfits, and everyone except Jen waited in another
room when the pizza guy rang the doorbell. She had him bring in
the pizzas while she told him how cute he was and asked for a kiss
(he gave her more than one). Then, she called Nikki and Staci into
the room and offered to make a deal. If he would give the pizzas
to them, they would all take off their skirts to show him their
panties. And, if he would give them a bottle of wine (at least
$10), he could choose one of them to dance for him and undress
completely. He agreed, of course, and they all removed their
skirts. I thought that Jen did it especially sensually, and she
even rolled down the top of her panties a little for him. When he
returned with the wine, he asked Jen to dance for him. She put on
a fantastic show, and he left satisfied.
Earlier that week, we had talked about spending a weekend in New
Orleans. Now, we had the idea tof earning some extra money for the
trip by making the girls compete on amateur nights at the topless
bars. They resisted, naturally, but we demanded it, and we went to
one far away to where no one would recognize them. They were all
very nervous, but they got some ideas by watching the regulars.
Looks-wise, they completely outclassed everyone there. Staci won
first, Nikki was second, and they also earned $95 in tips. The
surprising thing, though, was how excited Jennifer was by the end
of the night. By the end of the contest, she was really turned on
(maybe by watching the other women as much as performing for
strangers).
We had them compete on two more nights, and both times, Jen won
and Staci was second. Jen was really getting into stripping, and
her enthusiasm made her a crowd favorite. Tim and I had them
practicing their strip shows at home (and we added them to our
tape collection), and it always turned on Jen the most; she
couldn't help but finger herself while the other two danced and
sometimes while she was dancing herself.
Even after we stopped making them compete, Jen still would take
us to the topless clubs every week or two. The manager would let
her into the rotation and let her do lap dances. Since Nikki and
Staci didn't want to dance, we made them come along in short
skirts with nothing underneath, and Tim and I would keep them on
edge with our hands up their skirts while we all watched. The
first time that we all did this, Jen was watching a short, large-
breasted blonde named "Sunshine" most of the night (her real name
was Ashley). Ashley said that she couldn't do a lap dance for
another girl there at the club, so Jen paid for her to dance for
me while she watched closely. Jen also invited her to the house so
she could teach Jen how to give better lap dances. That was a hot
morning, with Ashley demonstrating to Jen, and Jen trying to do
one better, and both of them practicing on me and Tim, and they
were totally nude. Nikki was off at the side (also nude) and
masturbating the whole time. Staci was at work, so she missed out,
but Ashley ended up in bed with each of the rest of us (twice with
Jen).
Another night, late summer, the girls invited four or five other
girls over for a slumber party. My parents had gone to a
conference in Dallas for the week, and Tim and I went to my house
for the night. The girls were planning to play strip poker, and we
Staci had helped us to hide the cameras earlier that evening. This
was one of those games where after you lost your clothes, you had
to bet your body, and if you lost again, you became the winner's
slave for the rest of the night. Well, we had a call from Nikki
that Debbye and Jordan were on their way over, and she asked us to
give them a rough time.
They arrived, both wearing short skirts and tight blouses. Debbye
is a vivacious blonde with fantastic legs, and Jordan is a sultry
brunette with a cute face and bewitching figure. We asked them why
they were there. Jordan explained that they had been playing strip
poker and that Nikki had won them and sent them over. We were
supposed to choose which of them was the most seductive and to
give the loser a full punishment.
Tim pressed them: "why would Nikki do that to you?" We learned
that Jennifer had been an early loser to Deb, then Jordan had lost
her to Deb, and they had made her do some very humiliating things.
So after Nikki had won both of them, she asked Jen what to do, and
this had been Jen's suggestion.
"What did you make her do," we asked. Things like cleaning out a
car while nude, knocking on a neighbor's door in bra and panties
and asking if he could give her a battery for her vibrator, and
then playing with herself, nude, in the hammock on the back patio,
they told us.
We had them sit down while we got some things to punish the
loser. We built a collection of all types of things: ping-pong
paddles, rulers, rope, knitting needles and pins, matches,
clothespins, potato peeler, ... anything. What they didn't know
was that it was all just for show to scare them, and it worked;
Jordan's voice was quivering, and Debbye looked a little pale. We
explained that if Nikki and Jen had sent them to us, then the two
in front of us must have been extremely mean to Jen, and we would
avenge her appropriately.
We asked Deb to start by showing Tim how seductive she was, and
she did a sexy stroll for him and lifted her skirt a little at the
end. I asked Jordan if she could do better, and she ended her act
by flashing her panties, too, but then getting in my lap and
french kissing me. Deb's turn was a kiss with Tim's hand on her
breasts. Jordan went further by taking off her top for me while we
kissed. Deb did the same, and her skirt, and Jordan took it all
off. Neither one dared to be the least seductive, and it wasn't
long before they had each "seduced" us all of the way.
Tim was still massaging Deb's breasts when I rolled off of Jordan,
and he asked me how I voted. We agreed that, obviously, they were
both very seductive, though not as seductive as Jennifer. We also
agreed they couldn't both escape the punishment, but it seemed
like a tie to us. The girls began to protest that we couldn't
torture both of them, and we agreed with them. We said that since
we were going to punish them both, we would only use the paddles
on them.
You could see the relief in their eyes, and I turned away so they
wouldn't see me smile. This had been the original plan! After
their long spanking session, I doubt that they still felt
relieved. Our intent was to make sure that the girls would still
have very red bottoms to show their poker buddies.
When we told them that they could leave, they reached for the
clothes, and we stopped them. They had given us their clothes,
being seductive, and we intended to keep them. The girls whined,
and we gave them another dozen swats for arguing with us. Then I
made them an offer. I said that I'd find something to cover the
bottom of one of them, but they'd have to fight over it. Debbye
had a confused look on her face, but Jordan understood. She
grabbed a handful of Debbye's hair in each hand and tried to tug
her to the floor. Debbye was screaming, and her waving arms found
Debbye's breasts and began squeezing them. Jordan screamed and
pushed Deb away. They both were panting and then rushed at each
other and began the tit-twisting again. Jordan couldn't take it
and immediately tried to get away, but Deb wouldn't let go. Jordan
dropped to the floor and rolled over, face down, to protect her
breasts. Deb got on top of her, took a savage bite out of her ass,
and begain flailing Jordan's bruised bottom.
Finally, Deb finished by rolling her over, sitting over her face, and making
Jordan lick her. What was most amazing about that pair was that as
viciously as they always fought, they were also passionate lovers. To skip
ahead a little, the next year in school, because of the hidden camera at the
poker party and the one at our house that night, these two were forced to
become Tim's next set of slaves - all three always had a wonderful time
in bed together, but the two girls were constantly looking for ways to
embarrass the other or get on Tim's good side so he would let her
help punish the other one.
My Senior year plan developed differently. A couple of weeks
before school began again, Melissa started calling me. Melissa was
in my class, and I'd seen her at little during the summer, because
she was also a friend of Staci's (what cute girl wasn't?). Mel was
also on the cheerleading squad, and her body was proportionately
pleasing the same way that Staci's was except that Melissa was
about five or six inches shorter with wavy, dark hair and a dark
complexion. She would call just to talk, but I got the impression
that she was impressed with the way I treated my girlfriend (in
public), how satisfied, happy, and devoted Staci was to me, and
she knew that Staci would be returning to Florida soon. She let me
know that she understood that Staci was my girlfriend but that she
was available while Staci was away.
She always asked what my family was doing, and one afternoon, I
told her that my parents were going to be at a meeting that night.
She asked if she could come over for kind of a date. I had a good
idea of what to expect, so I also invited Staci and had her
hiding in another room. When the bell rang and I opened the door,
there stood Mel, completely nude; her clothes were in a heap at
her feet. She bounced into the room, into my arms, and began
kissing me and pulling off my shirt. Melissa's body was as
sensational as I'd imagined, and the surprise to me was that she
was shaved (in the back of my mind, I was wondering how Staci
would look like that). In no time, I was sucking a nipple and had
a couple of fingers in her - that's when Staci came into the
room. Mel tensed up immediately. Staci didn't say anything, but
she came over and replaced my fingers with her mouth. Until then,
Mel says that she hadn't even realized that Staci was nude, too.
Melissa also told us that later that she had never been interested
in girls before, so she momentarily felt panicky when Staci began
licking her, but Staci has an expert tongue, and Mel's fiery body
was already too desire-filled to complain. So for that final week
of summer, Melissa joined me and Staci just about every evening,
and it got to where Mel enjoyed sex with Staci as much as with me.
The Sunday that Staci was going back to Florida, I went over to
her house in the morning. Tim said that she was still in her room,
so I snuck in. She wasn't asleep. She was in bed crying. She
hugged me when she saw me and told me that she didn't want to
leave, how she had hated me more than ever after the videotape prank,
but now she loved me.She said no boyfriend had ever treated her so well
(despite my harsh punishments, I had always worshiped her so tried to
be fair) or had been such a good lover (the others, she says, always
resented her girlfriend lovers). She was scared that when she
returned to college, I would have Melissa and forget about her.
I tried to reassure her by reminding her that I had always loved
her and that I always continue to love her. I agreed that Melissa
was sexy but that she could never be more than a weak substitute
for Staci. Staci's body was so much more awesome, her personality
was more fun, and she was sweeter, more passionate, smarter, and
more tender than Mel could ever be. We had a very passionate
morning and early afternoon before she left; I still believe that
she was determined to secure her number one position in my heart
before she had to leave.
Throughout my Senior year, we called each other regularly. Staci
told me about her girlfriends (she was sharing an apartment with
Jen, Nikki, and another girl named Brooke). I would tell her about
the things I was doing with Mel. We vowed to resume our affair in
the summer, and we had an imaginative phone sex life until then.
My sex life with Melissa was going great, but she kept hinting
that she was missing Staci, too. At the start of the second
semester, a new girl transferred to our school. Shannon was tall
with a very nice figure and great legs - from what I could tell
in her tight jeans. Melissa told me that Shannon had kind of small
but very nice-looking breasts. Mel had a gym class last period,
and Shannon wanted to try out as a diver for the Olympics some
day, and she would come during the last period and practice. Mel
got to see her change into her swimsuit almost every day in the
locker room, and she kept imagining that Shannon kept looking at
her, too. Shannon was a year younger than us, but she was
graduating a year early, and, as luck had it, Mel discovered that
she had a scholarship to Staci's school.
Melissa invited her to have dinner with us, letting her know
about my friends from that college. Mel chose a night when her
parents were on some type of retreat, and she cooked for the two
of us. We had wine after dinner, and we were all feeling loose
when Mel got us starting to talk about movie stars and who looked
the best. From there, she told Shannon how much she admired her
legs. Shannon protested that Melissa's looked just as good, and
Mel asked me to judge. I said it wasn't fair, since I'd seen hers
but only seen Shannon in jeans.
Melissa ordered Shannon to take off her jeans so I could compare
their legs, and she pulled hers off. Shannon blushed a little but
stood up and turned to face away from me, because as she yanked
down her tight jeans, her tiny pink panties started to come down
with them. She pulled them back up, stepped out of her jeans, and
turned to face me. Mel walked over and asked me what I thought. I
reminded them that Staci had nice, long legs, and I was partial to
them - so I preferred Shannon's. Shannon blushed again and picked
up her pants. She made some comment about Melissa having better
breasts, though. Mel jumped on that and argued that Shannon had
very attractive breasts. Shannon just kept shaking her head and
seemed very embarrassed, so Mel asked me to judge again. She
pulled off her top and bra and told Shannon to do the same.
Shannon stared at Mel's bobbing breasts, finished off a glass of
wine, and stripped off her blouse and bra. I told her they looked
terrific but there was only one way to tell for sure, and I began
carressing and kissing them. Mel walked over, and Shannon reached
out to play with her breasts. I'll tell you - Shannon was
positively insatiable. We had lots of fun that night, and she
wanted to continue on every night, which made Mel happy again.
I didn't tell Staci about Shannon, because I had an idea. The
next month was Spring Break, and I asked Staci if Melissa and I
could come to visit. She was excited by the idea. Well, we also
brought Shannon along, and she and Staci became instant lovers,
too.
I know this story is dragging on, so I'll wrap it up here. After
Graduation, Melissa and I decided to go to the same college as
Staci and Shannon. All four of us and Brooke rented a house
together. We graduated from there together, and we all still live
together happily along with Jen when she's in town. Jen became an
exotic dancer and has been in some amateur films. I don't hear
from Tim much, except that I know he's an accountant in the East
and lives with Jordan, and Nikki.
