My Sexual Evolution

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 6 – Cheerleaders, Initiations and Almost Going to 3rd Base

Cheerleader Tryouts -

Cheerleader tryouts were scheduled for Monday, August 2, 1999, but before I tell you about them, I should explain a bit about our high school and its athletic department. It is a typical 4 year public high school. The boys and girls each have basketball, swimming, gymnastics and baseball teams that compete in a League. In the fall, while the boys are playing football, the girls play volleyball. Each sport has 2 teams. The varsity teams were made up of juniors and seniors, and the junior varsity or JV teams were sophomore and freshman students. On rare occasions, a sophomore student, who is really good, could be promoted to the varsity team in any sport. There are 2 all girl cheerleader squads; the varsity and JV, but they only cheer at boy's football and basketball games. My girlfriend and neighbor, Janice, was elected captain of the JV 8 member cheerleading squad. The assistant-captain was Jackie, and 3 other sophomore girls were already on the squad from last season. Thus, there were spots for only 3 new incoming freshman girls.

It was Ashley's mom who dropped us off at the high school at 9:00 AM that morning. I'd be lying, if I didn't tell you that I was plenty nervous. We were given some instructions, when we registered in June. Each girl was allowed 5 minutes to do anything she wanted and was encouraged to bring along their own music. I brought the CD of the school fight song, which the 3 of us would all use. There was a small crowd of girls pouring into the gym. I told the girls that we should not sign in together, because the judges would immediately compare us to each other. I signed in on the #5 line. Lisa was #8 and Ashley #12. The Coach and the 5 cheerleaders sat at a table, and we sat in the bleachers, until we were called. There were 21 girls there to tryout for 3 spots. We had to fill out a questionnaire about availability, potential conflicts, school spirit and a few basic questions about football and basketball. Some girls did gymnastic floor routines, with a lot of tumbling. Other girls did flowing ballet routines, without the shoes. A number of girls had made up cheers of their own, without music. Finally, 3 girls did their interpretation of the school fight song cheer. When my turn came around, I nailed the fight song, using our CD for musical accompaniment and provided pom-poms. I sang the song, as I did the cheer dance. The whole thing actually takes a little less than 2 minutes. I, also, decided to do the visitor welcome cheer and belted it out loud and clear. Lisa and Ashley nailed their auditions, too.

When the auditions were over, the Coach asked everyone to take the floor, including the existing cheerleaders. She played a popular song and told everyone to dance to the music and show her our individual dance moves. Next, she played another song, asking, "How many of you know how to do this dance?" I thought everyone probably had heard Chubby Checker's "Let's Twist Again." Lisa, Ashley and I immediately started twisting, as did about 1/2 of the girls. It was an easy dance to pickup, and soon everyone was doing their version of the Twist. Finally, Coach asked if anyone knew how to jitterbug. I raised my hand, as did Jackie. Lisa and Ashley sorta half raised their hands. I learned the jitterbug, when I had a dance class during my modeling lessons. I had showed the dance to Ashley and Lisa and hoped they remembered it. Coach played a Boogie Woogie song and Jackie and I took off. Lisa and Ashley were making a reasonable attempt at it. Everyone else stood and watched. Coach stopped the music for a moment and told everyone to watch and try to pickup the steps. The 4 of us finished the dance. Then, she told everyone to pair up and try it again. When that was over, it seemed that everyone waited on the bleachers for an excruciatingly long time, while the Coach and cheerleaders deliberated at the judge's table. Finally, the Coach announced that the new JV cheerleaders were Lisa, Ashley and Christine. WE ALL MADE IT!

While the losers filed out, Coach asked us to stay for a few minutes. We were busy meeting and hugging our new cheerleader friends. Besides Janice and Jackie, there was Rachael, Elizabeth (Liz) and Rebecca (Becky). The Coach told us that we would be scrapping the human pyramid this year, and doing some more dance routines. She gave us each a sheet of paper titled, "Dances through the Years," and told us to find out as much as we could about each dance or ask our parents if they remember them. "See you all at 9:00 AM tomorrow," she finished.

How many of these dances do you remember?"

Jitterbug or Lindy Hop

Can-Can

Square Dances

Balboa

Cha-Cha

Bosa Nova

West Coast Swing

The Stroll

The Lindy, slower version of Lindy Hop done on Dick Clark's Bandstand

Bop

The Fly

The Mashed Potato

The Funky Chicken

The Penguin,

The Swim

The Monkey

Do the Freddie

The Locomotion

The Camel Walk

The Duck

The Hanky Panky

Hustle

Bump

Disco

The Hop

Hip-Hop

Break Dancing

Electric Slide

The Running Man

The Bogle

The Macarena

The Butterfly

The 3 of us went home with Janice and got on her computer. I called home to tell Celeste that we all made the cheerleading squad, and that I would have some lunch there, because we had some research to do. Using Janice's computer, we found about 3/4 of the dances, and some had pictures or little video clips of them. That night at dinner, I showed the list to my parents. This brought back fond memories for them. They got out some old LPs and demonstrated 10-12 of the dances, as I attempted to follow along. That was a BLAST!

The next day at practice, Coach explained that we were going to put together two 2 minute dance routines that we would perform, with music by the JV Marching Band, at the end of the 1st and 3rd quarters of each football game. We would also develop a longer dance routine to perform at halftime intermission. She had in mind that we would string together little 15 second to 30 second snippets of 4 or more dances during the 2+ minute timeout between quarters, and maybe a 4 minute routine at halftime. She showed us videos, mostly from TV shows, of about 1/3 of the dances. Most of the dances were done solo, but many required a partner. We went outdoors to try some of the dances, and practiced our other cheers, until practice was over at 11:30 AM. We learned that many different dances could be done to the beat of the same song. We repeated the process the next day, with Coach showing us videos or actually demonstrating the rest of the dances. On Thursday and Friday, we eliminated many dances, and began to put together little strings of dances, that seemed to go well together.

It all came together the 2nd week of practice. Our cheerleader Coach was married to one of the High School music teachers, who was also the Coach of the JV Marching and Pep Bands. We had a piano recording on tape, from him, in which he played a 30 second segment of the popular chorus of a song. He then did a 4 bar segue into another 30 second segment of the next song, and so on, like a medley. We had two 2 minute medleys of 4 songs, and a 4 minute medley of 8 songs. The band Coach had scored these medleys for the Marching Band and by the end of the week, the band was out on the practice field playing them. We had decided on which dances to do for each of our little dance shows. Our 1st show, at the end of the 1st quarter, would conclude with The Twist. Our halftime show ended with a great Can-Can dance. Finally, at the end of the 3rd quarter, we finished with a really swinging jitterbug. On Friday, Ashley, Lisa and I got our cheerleader uniforms. The red trimmed white short sleeved jerseys had a big red cardinal head on the front and our first names on the back in block letters. Our pleated mid-thigh skirts were red and white striped. We each got 2 red cotton bras, 2 pairs of red cotton panties and 2 pairs of red socks. The school would launder our jerseys and skirts, but we were responsible for the rest. Finally, we got a pair of white tennis shoes, with red trim, which we were responsible for.

During the 3rd week of practice, we got an actual tape recording of the Marching Band playing our 3 medleys. It was actually better practicing with a tape, because when we goofed, the tape could be stopped and restarted. We practiced in uniform and worked on coordinating the choreography for each dance. For the predominately individual dances, like The Mashed Potato and The Monkey, we each pretty much did our own thing, with general guidelines. We had a circle square dance in one of our shows, where we pranced around doing a 2 X 2 promenade left, while the girls alternately twirled. This was repeated as a promenade right, and finished with a couple do-ci-dos in the center of the circle. Our red and white striped pleated skirts were quite colorful and flew all over, when we twirled or shook our hips doing The Twist and Jitterbug. Coach decided to add a 4th dance show before the game. We used the same music as our halftime show, but substituted a few new dances. Cheerleader practice ended Friday, August 27th, and by then we had everything cold.

Discovered –

Janice had really been encouraging Lisa, Ashley and me to go to this upscale boutique in Hollywood, where she had gotten a couple really hot sexy skirts. On Wednesday afternoon, during the 2nd week of cheerleader practice, I got Celeste to take us there. Their clothes were gorgeous. They had a huge selection of tops, skirts, shorts, dresses, swimwear and accessories, plus shoes! God, about half of the shoes there were the brands that you'd give your 1st born child to own. They sold no lingerie. The colors, materials and design of their clothes outclassed Nordstrom's, but were not as pricey. I tried on a stunningly bold print patterned dress, with my 4" heels, which I brought along. I noticed that the length was not quite as short as my 8" skirts that I played with the guys in. That length was perfect for going to a party. It revealed enough of my legs, without worrying about my panties showing. There were skirts of all lengths, including 8", but I tried on a lovely 10" skirt, with a luscious cashmere sweater over it. The skirt, worn down on my hips, with the sweater worn out, was the same length on me, as the dress I had just tried on, and was the look I wanted, classy, but not slutty.

While trying on clothes, I had gotten into the habit of striking modeling poses in front of the mirrors, rather than whatever other people do to get a good look at themselves. While I was posing in the sweater/skirt outfit, a woman in her 40s came over to me. She introduced herself and said that she was the manager of the store and part owner of their clothing chain. They had 3 stores in the LA area; plus 3 in San Francisco, 1 in San Diego and 1 in Sacramento. She wondered if I did any modeling. I said, "Yes," and got my purse out of the dressing room, to give her the card for my modeling agency and show her my mini-portfolio, which I always carried with me. By then my Mom had come over and introduced herself. The manager explained that the chain was going to expand their website and feature clothes for teens. She wondered if I wouldn't mind her taking a few photos of me in their clothing. I said that I didn't mind, knowing that if I didn't sign a release, she could show them to others, but couldn't publish them. She took a few shots of me in the sweater/skirt outfit out in the aisle, away from the mirrors, and asked me to select a few dresses to try on, and complimented me on my fashion sense and taste in clothes. Meanwhile, Lisa and Ashley were like kids in a candy store. They each had about a dozen skirts to try on, and hadn't even gotten to the dresses.

I tried on 4 more dresses and 3 skirt/top outfits, while the manager came over, between customers, to photograph me. Lisa and Ashley were really excited for me, at the prospect of being a model for the store's clothing. I gave the manager 3 dresses, 2 skirts and 2 tops that I wanted to buy. I thought they would be great for dates and parties. Normally, you cannot try on bikini tops or bottoms, without wearing panties or scratchy paper liners underneath (you know pussy juices and all that). The manager asked me to pick 2 bikinis to try on. I asked, "You want me to try these on without anything on underneath?" She said that was all right and removed the store tags. I was photographed in them and they were very nice, but I thought I had enough swimsuits, until next spring. While I was changing back into my clothes, the manager brought out a beautiful shimmering silvery blue dress from the backroom. She said that it had just come in and asked me to try it on. It fit me perfectly, hugging my body down to my waist, and then gently fell over my hips, as the lower part flowed into a billowy flirty skirt around my legs. Lisa and Ashley each bought 2 dresses and 2 skirts, saying that they had enough tops to go with them already. Celeste bought a sleeveless slinky little black dress that went about mid-thigh. She wasn't 25 anymore, but had the body for this kind of dress. When I went to pay and pickup my packages, the store manager came to me and insisted that I accept the silvery blue dress, for letting me pose for her, and that I would hear from her in a week or so.

One week to the day, I came home from cheerleader practice, and Celeste told me that my modeling agency had called and I got the job! The shoot was the next Saturday. I called Lisa and Ashley with the good news. For the next 2 days at practice, the girls couldn't stop talking about it, and thought it would sweep through the school, when the expanded website came up. Celeste and I had to leave by 7:00 AM in order to make it to Hollywood by 8:00 AM, even on a Saturday. I thought the shoot would be at a photographer's studio, but their photographer had come down from SF the night before. Everything was setup when we arrived. They had converted one portion of the backroom into a white-room by putting down white sheets of plywood on the floor, against a white wall, and setting up the necessary lights. I wasn't the only girl there to model. A pretty redhead, Elizabeth, who was going to be a sophomore in Beverly Hills High School, came right after I got there. The manager had the clothes for each of us on a rack, along with beautiful shoes and some earrings, bracelets and necklaces for certain outfits. There was a stylist there to do our hair and makeup. Once we got rolling, everything went smoothly. I guess that I averaged 4 outfits an hour. It seemed that many times it took longer to change and get my hair and makeup touched up, than it did to take the photos.

I wore 8 different dresses, 10 skirt/top combinations, 6 shorts/top/tee outfits and 3 bikinis. The store manager sent out for sandwiches around noon, and when they arrived, we ate on the fly, discussing the remaining items yet to be modeled. We wrapped up around 3:00 PM. I got to take home the 3 bikinis that I modeled, 2 of which I tried on the week before, plus a skirt and sweater (not the cashmere one). I couldn't wait for the website to be finished.

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Brian, Rob, Eric, Brandon, Tyler and Dean had all tried out for the JV football team, and they all made it, although most of them were on the 3rd string. After their tryouts, the guys started right in with two-a-day practices Monday-Friday. They were always exhausted, sore and bruised. There were no guys to play with. The cheerleaders got together once a week, at somebody's house, and we included some of our girlfriends a couple times. We all tied each other up and had various contests. We would try to get each other to squirt, or see who could come the fastest, or who could hold out the longest. Everyone had many orgasms, and I only found the need to masturbate once or twice a week. Besides my shoot for the boutique, my parents had another big pool party the 1st Saturday in August, which I was required to attend. Otherwise, the girls would usually hang out at the mall on Saturdays. I left Sunday afternoons open and said that anyone could drop over and hang out or play. Only a handful did. When one or more of the guys showed up, we made sure they got a blowjob or two. Sometimes, we would tie a guy up, and 2 or more girls would tease his cock to the bursting point, before we finished him off.

Rough Tug #3 –

You may have noticed that I bypassed my 2 favorite guys, Brian and Eric, in my first 2 rough TUGs. I did this on purpose, because I wanted to come up with a really crazy wild TUG for them to play with me, AND I was going to change the rules for them. Part of my idea came from talking with Meagan, about her experiences with Brad and Digger. I spent hours and hours talking on the phone, with the girls and guys. Brian and Eric were always asking me when they could play one of my special TUGs that they had heard about. I still had only Tuesday and Friday afternoons free, when Celeste would be out. So, I told them that if they ever got a Tuesday or Friday afternoon off from football practice, and felt up to it, to let me know. It was Thursday of the 3rd week of cheerleader and football practice that Brian called me all excited. He said that the football coaches were all going off to a weekend football conference the next day, Friday, August 20, and they would have the afternoon free. I invited Brian and Eric over the next day at 1:00 PM. The next day at cheerleader practice, I told Lisa and Ashley that the guys were coming over to play with me, and I swore them to secrecy, when I told them about my change in our play rules.

The guys arrived a little after 1:00 PM, looking freshly showered and eager. I had everything ready. I was wearing an old sleeveless white blouse that buttoned up the front. It was tucked into a cotton print skirt that had a matching fabric belt. My bra and panties were, of course, black, and I wore sandals. Brian was quite familiar with the downstairs of our house. I told the guys that I would be hiding somewhere downstairs, and they would have to find and capture me. I left them in the great room of the guest apartment, with a note outlining the game I wanted to play. I walked out of the guest apartment, down the hall, around the corner, and down the other hall, past the office, and into the Hers bathroom. I calmly sat on the stool in front of the makeup mirror and paged through a magazine. I thought that I probably had 15-20 minutes for them to get ready and find me. When they burst through the bathroom door, I got up and tried to run for the nearest stall, but didn't make it. They were all over me and wrestled me down, so that I was sprawled on my knees. My wrists were tied behind my back and they got me up on my feet. They dragged me, struggling and kicking, out of the bathroom, out the nearby door to the pool and sat me on the end of a chaise. My ankles were tied together and my sandals removed. Brian grabbed my upper arms and Eric took hold of my ankles. They carried me to the edge of the pool and began to swing me. One,…..two,…..three, and they threw me into the pool, clothes and all!

KERPLOP! I hit the water and sank to the bottom, like a rock. My blouse and skirt were immediately plastered to my skin. I was buoyant enough to get my feet under me and stand up. When my head popped out of the water, it only came up to my shoulders. It all happened so fast. I shook my head, opened my eyes and took a gulp of air. Brian and Eric were on either side of me, holding me tight. As I took in my gulp of air, Brian's lips were on mine. While we kissed, I felt Eric working on undoing the belt of my skirt. When Brian broke the long kiss, I was left breathless, with my head spinning. I had enough presence of mind to suck in some air, because Brian bent me over and held me under. My head was held underwater several times, and everytime I was pulled out of the water, Brian's lips latched onto mine for another deep passionate kiss. Eric had finally undone my belt and zipper, and had pulled my clinging skirt down to my ankles. They traded places. When Eric held my head under, I opened my eyes to see that Brian had dived down to remove my skirt from around my ankles. After Eric's 1st scorching kiss, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me backwards, until my face was just a few inches below the surface. It took them only 2 backward dunks, before they had my blouse unbuttoned, the front clasp of my bra opened, and both blouse and bra were pushed down my arms to my bound wrists. I was bound hands and feet, basically wearing only my black nylon panties, and at the mercy of 2 guys holding me in the pool.

As Eric held my face below the surface of the pool, I opened my eyes and saw that my breasts were the only part of me sticking out of the water. Brian and Eric were on either side of me, alternately kissing me, but there was a lot more going on underwater. Their hands roamed all over my body. Despite the cooler temperature of the pool water, my body quivered whenever they touched me. My breasts got a thorough working over. My nipples were rolled and pinched into tight hard little buds. My stomach and legs seemed more sensitive to their touch. HOWEVER, what really drove me crazy were their fingers between my legs, probing, exploring, feeling and rubbing my pussy over my saturated panties. (Yes, this was my change in the rules, but there was more!) The cotton liner of my panties was useless, and I had no idea if my pussy juices were flowing into the pool. I'm certain that each of them got a good education on how the various parts of my pussy felt. Brian had what he thought was a great idea. He told me to take a deep breath. Then, he sealed his lips around mine, and bent me backwards, until both our heads were underwater. Our lips worked during the kiss, and bubbles often escaped and churned up around Brian's face. Air bubbled from our noses, as we naturally exhaled, but Brian only deepened the kiss and seemed to suck the air from my lungs. We may have kissed underwater for about 30 seconds, before Brian let me up. Of course, Eric had to try it, and after his 1st try, it turned into a contest. Each of them bent me backwards and took me underwater, for a kiss, two more times. If there was a winner, I would say it was Brian. He was able to perfect the seal between our lips and get his tongue in my mouth, despite the distraction of Eric playing with my pussy.

With their fun over, they dragged me to the side of the pool. Brian hopped up on the edge of the pool and stripped off his swim trunks. He sat on the edge of the pool, with his feet dangling in the water and his legs spread. I was under the false impression that a guy couldn't get an erection in the water, but Brian's cock was nearly rock hard and waiting for my mouth. Eric got me in position and held onto my bound wrists, while I sucked Brian off. The taste of the chlorinated pool water was minor and quickly dissipated in my saliva. After Brian came and I swallowed his cum, they dragged me out of the pool and got me on my knees. Some of my hair was plastered to my face and I felt like a drowned cat. I was kneeling on the pool deck, with my wrists still bound and my drenched blouse and bra dangling behind me. Eric stepped in front of me and pulled down his swim trunks. He grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my mouth. From his enthusiasm and vitality, it was fair to say that he fucked my mouth, while I attempted to keep up and suck him off. But, he eventually came and left a huge load of cum for me to swallow. Playing in the pool was a blast for me, and must have been as much fun for them.

Eric untied my ankles, got me onto my feet and escorted me over to a vinyl chaise lounge. He laid me down, flat on my back, and my legs dangled down either side of the leg rest. Brian came out of the house brandishing 2 vibrators. They hovered on either side of me, and I knew, that in my still wet black panties, my pussy parts were evident in the bright sunlight. The first assault came at high speed and went right to my clit. The buzzing vibrator made me moan and buck my hips, and I came in only a few minutes. Then, both of them were on me. Brian got on his knees and kissed me nonstop, while he used one of the vibrators on my breasts. Eric slowly and steadily teased me with the other vibrator. "Make me com again," I whimpered, "PLEASE!" But, he only brought me to the brink several times, before backing off. My moans only grew more desperate and whiney. "I need to come, I NEED TO COME NOW!" I groaned. Finally, Eric took pity on me and held the vibrator against my clit, until I arched my back and screamed. My whole body spasmed and trembled from head to toe, and the waves of pleasure flowed throughout my body. I was just beginning to catch my breath and come down, from the orgasm, when Brian said, "Let's see if she can take another one, without passing out!" He fired up my big penis vibe and began running it up and down my slit. I started to feebly protest, "OHHHH, NO, NO, I don't think I can take anymore." The sensations were so in tense that I tried to close my legs, but Eric came and grabbed my ankles and held my legs open. My moans were constant and my chest heaved. My head lolled from side to side and I began to feel light headed, when my 3rd orgasm overwhelmed my body and mind. I let out a pitiful groan and just convulsed there on the chaise lounge. I was totally satiated.

When I finally had recovered, they got me up, untied my wrists and peeled off my wet blouse and bra. Brian brought over 2 fluffy warm beach towels, and they slowly and sensually dried me off, including patting my wet hair between the towels. Next, they had fun rubbing sun block all over my body. I lay on my stomach on a chaise, with Brian and Eric on either side of me, in their own lounges, while we dried off in the sun. We talked for about 15 minutes, when I said that I needed a comb and had to do something with my wet clothes. I took my few clothes inside and got them started on a low water level in the washing machine. I came out with a comb and mirror and sat on my chaise and combed out my hair. I figured that about another 15 minutes in the sun and my hair would be dry enough for the next part of my rule change. I thought that it should be done privately. I meant to initially show them what to do and what I liked, when I masturbated, and then let them try and get me off. We talked for about another 15 minutes and I noticed that it was past 3:00 PM. I asked the guys when they had to leave. Brian said that it didn't matter, but Eric said that he should leave around 4:00 PM. I explained that I wanted to play privately with each of them and it might take up to an hour. I asked Brian if he wouldn't mind waiting. He could hang around the pool or go into the guest apartment and listen to music, watch a movie or TV. He said that was fine.

I took Eric up to my bedroom and locked the door. I explained what I wanted to do and he was raring to go. I lay on my back on my bed and had Eric lay beside me on his side. I took his right hand and placed his palm on my pubic mound. I bent his middle finger down to my slit. "You can feel that I'm not turned on and open yet," I said, "Now wiggle your finger from side to side and you'll feel me open up." "Everything is sensitive down there," I continued, "Now run one, and then 2 fingers slowly round and round my pussy lips." He did and I felt my juices begin to flow. "Now circle and zero in on my hole," I went on, "You can rub around it and over it." Finally, I said, "Move your middle finger up and find my clit." "I like it if you rub circles around it first, before you rub it directly." I finished by saying that your fingers aren't as fast as a vibrator and I need to makeout and be played with, before you start down there."  "Are you ready to give it a try?" Of course he was.

We started making out on the bed. After a lot of tongue action, Eric concentrated on my breasts. He felt me up good, teased and played with my nipples, until they were good and hard, and even licked and sucked them. He stroked my stomach and legs, and tentatively put his palm on my pubic mound. I think he was surprised at how open and wet I was. We stared into each other's eyes, while his fingers did their magic between my legs. Eric took his time and seemed to judge my responses from my moans and rate of breathing. I could feel an orgasm building as his finger circled my clit. When he started rubbing my clit, I moaned, "RUB HARDER AND FASTER!" It still wasn't quite enough to bring me over the edge. I gasped, "RUB FASTER AND KISS ME!" After a minute of that, I groaned into Eric's mouth and came. While I came down, Eric had a big grin on his face, but still looked a little bewildered that he had actually done it. I smiled at him and said that it was wonderful and we would have to do it again soon! I gave him a great blowjob in appreciation for what he had done. While Eric got dressed, I grabbed a fresh pair of panties out of the dresser and went into the bathroom to wash and change. I slipped on a robe and walked Eric to the front door, kissing him goodbye on the way out.

On the way back in, I got my clothes out of the washing machine and put them in the dryer. I took Brian into my bedroom and got on the bed. I had Brian lie next to me, on his side, and explained what I wanted him to do. After my hands on demonstration, Brian got to work on me. He did everything exactly to my liking, and I only had to encourage him once, to rub my clit faster, until I exploded with a huge orgasm. We got off the bed, and I pulled Brian's swim trunks down and gave him a long slow blowjob. We stood there just looking into each other's eyes, and I kissed him and thank him for the great time. I told him that I had so much fun that I'd like to do it again sometime soon. Brian replied, "How about now?" I didn't hesitate for an instant, and said, "SURE!" I thought of when I was out on the chaise earlier. When the buildup of sensations, from the vibrator got so intense, I tried to clench my knees together. "I want you to tie me up this time and make me come hard," I said. He tied my wrists behind me and helped me get in position on the bed on my back. I spread my legs for Brian to tie to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. Then, he got right to it. By the time he finished playing with me and got his fingers down to my pussy, I was really wet and open and horny. I expected Brian to tease my pussy, with his fingers, and he did. He knew from my moans and bucking and struggling that he was driving me crazy, but he persisted. I vowed not to beg, and only asked, "KISS ME!" After one hot kiss, Brian sucked on one of my nipples and rubbed my clit faster. I did come hard, and let go a scream of relief. "Please kiss me, while I come down," I managed to blurt out. He kissed me tenderly and slowly, until my body stopped shuddering. I didn't think it could get any better!

Brian untied my legs and I curled into a ball, until I had enjoyed every last spasm of that orgasm. While he untied my wrists, I said, "We are really going to be busy at school with classes and football and cheerleading, but I'd love to do that some more, when we can find the time." I decided to blurt it all out and continued, "After 1st semester is over, I promise that I'll let you get into my panties and finger fuck me, AND after I turn 16 next June, you better get a big box of condoms!" I guess I took him by surprise with all that, but when it soaked in, he had a silly grin on his face and said the polite thing, "Whenever you are ready, I'll be ready." While Brian dressed, I put on a bra, from the dresser, and slipped into a top and shorts, from the closet. We walked out the front door of the house, and were making out in the driveway, when my Mom drove in. I told Celeste all about getting finger fucked and how it felt, even though it was through my panties. When she asked me if I was going to go further soon, I answered that I was right on schedule. "I would let them get into my panties next semester, after I got accustomed to high school, and next summer, when I turned 16, I was going to burn through boxes of condoms!"

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I knew that Lisa and Ashley had hastily arranged a short session with Rob and Tyler that same Friday. When I called them that night, Ashley had a fabulous time with Rob, but Lisa said that Tyler couldn't get her to com, with his fingers, and had to resort to a vibrator to get her off. Knowing that she really liked Tyler more than any other guy, I offered to have Tyler and her over the following Sunday. I also invited Beth, Rhonda, Brandon and Eric, plus Rob for me.

On Sunday, I let Beth and Eric get started in one bedroom and Rhonda and Brandon use the other. While we waited, the other guys tied us up in the great room, stripped Lisa and me down to our bikini bottoms. After about 1/2 hour of that, Rob took me out by the pool, and we left Lisa and Tyler alone. Rob and I were making out on the double wide redwood chaise lounge, when his hand found its way between my legs. He knew exactly what to do, and soon his wonderful fingers made me come. Rob took me inside, and we found that Lisa and Tyler were already in the 2nd bedroom. The others had switched partners and were playing in the great room. Rob took me into my bedroom and got me on the bed. He really took his time with me. We made out, until neither one of us could catch our breaths, and then he played with my breasts and nipples, with his mouth and hands, for a long time. By then, I was writhing around and gyrating my hips, and moaning almost constantly. At last, Rob slid his hand between my legs, and went to work on my pussy, with his fingers. He slowly drove me to one huge tumultuous orgasm. Rob cock was so hard and pulsing, that when I sucked him off, he came rather quickly. I had him untie my wrists and said, "Let's see if I can't get you hard again." I played with his penis with my fingers, licked and sucked his balls, and pumped his shaft with my hand, until he was hard enough to take his cock in my mouth. I gave him a long slow wet blowjob. When he came, there wasn't much cum to swallow compared to the 1st one.

We left my bedroom and I retrieved my bikini top from the great room. Rob and I joined the others out by the pool. Lisa and Tyler were still in the 2nd bedroom. We all took a quick dip in the pool, and then sat around talking. We talked about school, football and Meagan's upcoming "end of the summer" party the following Saturday. When Lisa and Tyler came out, I could tell instantly that Lisa was upset, though Tyler had a big smile on his face. With a few raised eyebrows, tiny nods towards Eric and Brandon, and a few silent mouthed words, I already had determined that everything had gone well between the 4 of them. Beth and Rhonda had each casually slid their hands over their bikini bottoms and discretely raised 2 fingers. This told me that each of them had gotten off twice. The guys took another dip in the pool, most likely to compare notes and us. The girls did the same in a huddle of chaise lounges. Lisa was fuming. She said that Tyler wouldn't take the time to play with her and get her warmed up. Her pussy was sore from Tyler rubbing it and she still hadn't come, except with a vibrator. The girls and I had played with Lisa enough to know that she was a warm sexual girl, and we could easily get her to come, with our fingers. As her best friend, I offered to try Tyler at Meagan's upcoming party, and we left it there. After we talked some more and the guys had dried off, everyone went home.

We had cheerleader practice, as usual, on Monday of the week before school was to start. Our two 4 minute dance routines, and our two 2 minute ones, were nearly perfect. About halfway through practice, a man, carrying 2 cameras, walked onto the field and spoke with Coach. It was Nat Sullivan, the photographer from my modeling agency, who had photographed a number of my shoots. I waved to him and told the girls who he was. After talking to Coach for a few minutes, he walked up into the bleachers and sat down. We resumed our practice. With about a half hour to go, Coach stopped practice and announced, "Mr. Sullivan is the photographer for Christine's modeling agency and wants to take some photos of her in her cheerleader outfit." "Also, Mr. Sullivan has offered to take a few pictures of each of you!" "Now go make yourselves pretty, and HURRY!" As all the screaming giggling girls ran to the locker room, I looked over at Nat, and he used his hand to wipe across his forehead. I knew that meant to get rid of the perspiration on my face.

When we got into the locker room, I told the girls "Wash your faces with cold water and pat them dry." "Use just a little eye liner and mascara, plus some lipstick." "Fix your hair, if it needs it, and don't use any eye shadow outdoors in these outfits," After my face was clean and dry, I applied a thin line of eye liner, a couple flicks with the mascara brush and my lipstick. My hair was OK, but I combed out my ponytail. Finally, I stuffed my bra with some Kleenex and walked back to the football field. The day was perfect for shooting outdoors. The sun was out, but the smoggy haze was thick enough that there wouldn't be any shadows on my face. Nat was setup in the middle of the football field, and he had me stand on the 50 yard line, with the goal posts and the open practice field as a background. The bleachers would not have been a good background, because it was too busy and I would be lost in the pictures. As the girls straggled onto the field, I did a few cheerleader poses, with my pompoms; standing hands on hips, one arm raised, as if I was cheering the team on, jumping up and down, kicking my legs out and both arms raised and spread, as if we just scored a touchdown, etc. Then, he had me do The Twist for about 30 seconds. Next, Nat had me do the twirl step, which is part of our fight song cheer, except that I did 3 twirls to the left, followed by 3 twirls to the right, while he clicked away. Finally, I did the Can-Can dance. Normally, we do this dance holding on to each other's shoulders, but this time he had me do it holding my pompoms on my hips and kicking. He probably took 20-25 shots.

I was amazed at how patient Nat was with the other girls. He helped them pose for each shot. Several of the girls did dances or some kind of action cheer. Finally, Nat posed all 8 of us and Coach for a group shot. He said that he would send our best pictures to me in a week or two. After we had all showered, and while we were getting dressed, Janice announced that cheerleader initiations would be next Thursday. We were to wear a nice outfit, because we were going out to lunch, and plan on not getting home until late afternoon that day.

Cheerleader Initiations –

On Thursday, we were well into our practice session. We were working on some new dance routines, when the JV football team took a detour to the locker room. They jogged past us, whistling and cheering, and circled around us, before heading towards the locker room. We practiced for about another 1/2 hour, before Coach called and end to practice for the day. In our locker room, Janice told Lisa, Ashley and me to remove just our jerseys and skirts, and sit on a bench in front of our lockers. Janice left and the other girls tied our wrists behind our backs and blindfolded us. We sat there for several minutes, until Janice came back and said, "We're ready." We were taken out of our locker room, across the hall and into the JV locker room. We were led through a gauntlet of JV football players, up and down the rows of lockers to constant cheers and wolf whistles. My cheerleader issued bra and panties certainly covered more than any bikini I owned, but offered no protection against the quick gropes of my breasts and pinches to my ass. We were led out of their locker room, across the hall and back into our locker room, where we were forced to kneel down. Jackie announced, "For the 1st part of your initiation, we've brought you some prime cocks to suck."Now do a good job and don't embarrass us!"

I felt a cock press against my lips. When I licked the length of his shaft, I realized that it was bigger than any cock I had ever sucked, but not as long as my 7-1/2" penis vibe. At least, he had showered. I wondered if they had chosen the biggest cocks on the football team. As I sucked on his cock, I found that I could easily take it all down into my throat, and got a groan out of him. When he got close to coming, he was moaning on every thrust, and when he came, he let out a big sigh. While I was sucking the 2nd cock, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock as far as it would go into my throat, so that my lips were buried in his pubic hair. I didn't mind, but Jackie yelled at him, "Keep your hands off her head!" I gave him a big wet slurpy blowjob, and made encouraging moaning sounds. When he finally came, he dumped a pretty good load of cum into my mouth, which took 4 or 5 swallows to get down. Then it was over. I never found out whose cocks I sucked, and neither did Lisa or Ashley.

  

We were released and told that we did a good job and passed the 1st test. Everyone showered and got dressed in our nice clothes. I wore one of the dresses that I bought at the Hollywood boutique. The 8 of us got into 2 cars and headed out of town. We went past my house and headed west. We drove about 20 minutes into the next town and pulled into the parking lot of a quaint little restaurant. I remember eating there a few years ago, with my parents, but the décor had changed. There was a large round table waiting for us, with a real tablecloth. The lunch crowd had dwindled, but there were still some businessmen and women shoppers still dining. We were introduced to Jackie's Aunt, who was one of the restaurant's owners, and she gave Jackie a key. We had a delicious lunch with good girlie conversations, and may have gotten a little loud and giggly at times. After lunch, we were back in the cars again heading west. We were out in the country, with cropland all around and the houses were few and far between. After 5-10 minutes, the lead car pulled into a gravel drive and up to a small one story house. Jackie unlocked the front door and we all went inside.

Lisa, Ashley and I were ordered to get totally naked and put our clothes on the furniture in the living room. The other girls stripped too. We were taken through the kitchen and out the back door. I immediately noticed the big old eucalyptus tree, with a huge horizontal limb. Under the limb were 4 evenly spaced bare depressions in the lawn, where swings had hung in recent years. Our wrists were tied in front and we stood in one of the dirt depressions. A long rope for each of us was tossed over the limb and our arms were drawn overhead and tied. I took a moment to look around. There was a small backyard, which was adjacent to a huge garden, with rows and rows of vegetables and herbs. Beyond that was a double windrow of thick evergreens. There was no visible sign of a nearby house or anyone working in the fields east or west of the house. I noticed a fiberglass double sink washtub and table hanging on the back wall of the house. Two of the cheerleaders stretched a hose from the house to where the 3 of us were strung up under the tree limb. They started filling the dirt depressions that we were standing in. The warm dirt felt good between my toes, but soon turned to cold mud. They would tease us by slowly squirting cold water up our legs to our pussies. Soon Lisa, Ashley and I were standing ankle deep in cold mud. Janice paraded in front of us waving a menacing looking wooden paddle. It had a Cardinal painted on it and the name "Cardinal's Cheerleaders" carved or burned along its length. We had to listen to the legend and history of this famous paddle, knowing full well what was coming next.

WHACK! SMACK! POW! The 5 sophomore cheerleaders gave each of us 3 solid smacks on our buts. The blows were hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Just as the initial sting, of the paddle blows, was wearing off, Rachael noticed us and exclaimed, "LOOK, these girls are turned on!" "I'll bet they like to be spanked." I could feel that my pussy was wet, and our pussy juices were glistening in the sunlight. They all giggled and took turns spanking us, until our tender bottoms were good and red. About 5 minutes later, Janice came out of the house carrying a blender pitcher full of some white stuff. They gathered our hair up and poured this stuff into or hair and rubbed it in. It smelled horrible. I think it was a puree of onions, pickle juice, garlic and who knew what else. "Since you girls are standing out here in the sun," Janice said, "We have some sun block for you." Next, 3 of the girls knelt down and rubbed cold mud all over our legs, right up to our pussies. While this was going on, Janice and Jackie came out of the house each carrying a large bowl of a red and white substance. After the girls finished coating our legs with mud, they washed their hands. All 5 girls dipped their hands in the bowls and began rubbing it all over our bodies. The white stuff was mayonnaise and the red stuff was tomato paste. The symbolism of this was not lost on me. They were our school colors. When they finished, our bodies were coated red and white. The left side of my body, from my face, down my front and sides and back, to my pubic hairs, and over my hip and ass, was coated white. The right side of my body was similarly coated red.

As we hung there coated with slimy gunk, Jackie led a long interrogation session. We were asked intimate questions about our sexual activities, including; what we did and didn't do, when and what we thought we would sexually do next, when we would go all the way, details of the TUGs we played and with whom, and who our boyfriends were. It seemed unusual to them, when all 3 of us answered Brian, Rob, Eric, Brandon and Tyler. But, Janice backed us up. Finally, Jackie delivered a speech about school loyalty and loyalty to our fellow cheerleaders. We were all "sisters" and we had to stick up for each other. Two of the other cheerleaders were going steady, and the others told us who their boyfriends were. We were told emphatically to stay clear of their boyfriends, and they would do like wise. Finally, if we had any trouble or problems with "ANYONE," we were to come to them and they would see that it was taken care of. I didn't know exactly what that meant, and I was not the type of person that got into confrontations.

With that over, the hose was hooked up to the spigot of the wash tub and a nozzle screwed onto the end. Bottles of liquid dishwashing soap were squirted all over our bodies, into our hair and rubbed over our faces. They washed our hair first. Then, we were told to close our eyes and they use a fine spray to wash off our faces. Finally, we were sprayed and blasted with warm water, top to bottom. Finally, at the end, we lifted our feet out of the mud and straddled the mud pits, standing in the grass, so that our ankles and feet could be washed. After we had stopped dripping, Lisa and Ashley were released and taken into the house. I hung there alone for about 10 minutes, when Jackie came out of the house and said, "I'm going to finish the rest of your initiation out here, but 1st we have to get you really turned on."

She started playing with my breasts and my nipples hardened right up for her. After rolling, pinching and pulling on my nipples, her hand moved between my legs. "My, you're wet already," she said, "This will be easy." She slipped a finger inside me and began finger fucking me slowly. She easily got 2 fingers inside me, and then got 3 fingers to go in up to her 2nd knuckle. "Let's see if I can find your g-spot," Jackie said. She did.. Jackie explored my vagina with 2 fingers for several minutes and then zeroed in on my g-spot. I came quickly, after a few good rubs, and I swayed and shuddered, while the orgasm passed through me. "Nice squirt," Jackie said. From a covered plate on the tray beside the wash tub, Jackie retrieved a large vibrator. It was as fat as my 7-1/2" penis vibe, but not quite as long. She turned it on high and eased it into my love hole. She teased and fucked me with it slowly, until I was panting and moaning constantly. Then she fucked me fast and hard, and use the fingers of her other hand to rub my clit. I was nearly out of control and screamed, when I came. She shoved the vibrator all the way inside me and left me hanging there, shaking and coming, while she went back to the wash tub.

Jackie came back holding something behind her back. I managed to blurt out, "OH GOD, I'm going to come again!" She just stood there and watched me. I clenched my legs together and was again standing in the wet mud. I jerked on the ropes holding my wrists tied above me to the tree limb. I rubbed my legs together and rocked back and forth, until the orgasm finally overwhelmed me. After all that work, I was both exhilarated and a bit exhausted. All I could do was limply hang there, until my legs stopped quivering, and I could take my feet out of the gooey dirt and stand straddling the mud pit. Jackie came over and removed the vibrator. Then, she produced this monstrous smooth pink plastic dildo. I had never seen anything so big. It looked like it was a foot long, and I knew it was meant to go inside me. Jackie gave me a close look at it, and indeed it was a foot long, because there were markings on the shaft every inch, from 6"-12". Also, it was 2" in diameter! "We're going to find out how big a cock you can take," Jackie said, "Aren't you curious, Christine?" I had never thought about it before, and Jackie was already nudging the monster into my love hole. It didn't hurt at all, and after a few pushes, it slid inside me. Jackie steadily worked it deeper, and I had never felt so full. "We're only at 6", Christine, how does it feel?" Jackie asked. I nodded my head. She began to slowly pump it in and out, working it ever deeper into me. "We're at 8" now, Christine," Jackie asked, "How are you doing?" I kept holding my breath, but nodded my head, signaling OK. "Now I'm going to push it in very slowly," Jackie said, "Tell me when you feel it hit something."

With one hand around my back, holding me steady, Jackie slowly pushed the monster dildo deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter. The anticipation was building inside me, and I was gasping and holding my breath. "STOP!" I yelled. It hit something, but didn't hurt. "About 8-3/4"," Jackie said. She pulled it out a little and left me standing there, with this humungous dildo sticking out of my pussy, saying, "It's at 8"." "Enjoy it for awhile, while I go inside and check on the others." It really felt good inside me, and I fantasized about one day finding a guy with a cock that big. Maybe 10 minutes later, Jackie came out and said they were ready for the dildo. She pulled it out of me, released my wrists, sprayed off my muddy feet and took me inside. She took me through the kitchen and into a bedroom, where a naked Ashley was tied spread-eagle on the bed. She was getting her pussy fucked with a vibrator, and I don't think she even noticed me. In the bathroom, Jackie told me to take a nice long shower. I did. I washed my hair twice, and then washed every inch of my body twice. My makeup was there on the bathroom counter, and when I had put myself back together, I came out into the bedroom.

Ashley was sitting on the bed, waiting to use the bathroom. She had showered before they tied her to the bed, but still needed to freshen up. Out in the living room, I found my clothes where I left them and got dressed. When everyone was dressed and assembled in the living room, we talked some about the initiation. All in all, it was a lot of fun. Janice announced that Ashley took the dildo 8-1/2", I took it 8-3/4", and Lisa took it 9". The other girls said they had tried the dildo previously and had taken it between 8-1/2" and 9". We proclaimed ourselves normal. We left for home and I was dropped off at my front door. I thought back on the day, and concluded that for my 1st real initiation, it wasn't at all bad and I really did have a good time bonding with the girls. If I had refused to participate, I couldn't be kicked off the cheerleading team, but I would be a real social outcast in high school, and certainly didn't want that.

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Meagan's End of the Summer Pool Party –

After cheerleader practice and lunch on Friday, I went over to Meagan's house. She wanted me to bring my duffle bag of ropes and gags/blindfolds, and help her setup for her party the next day. Her home was a large rambling one story house, with 2 wings. While I had been there many times, I had never been in the 2nd wing, because it was closed off. They had a ballroom. Can you believe that? The large room had about a 12' ceiling, a series of evenly spaced columns, along the 2 longest walls and set about 8' out from the wall, and there wasn't a piece of furniture in the whole room! Because of all the problems between Meagan's parents and her therapy, I wasn't going to ask about it. At roughly the center of one wall, there was a double doorway that led out to a hallway. Along the hallway were 6 bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, and separate men's and women's bathrooms. Meagan had stuck a Post-It note on each bedroom door, numbering them from #1-#6. All this and only 3 people lived in that big house!

We went through each bedroom and left 2 pieces of rope and 1 gag/blindfold on each bed. Back in the ballroom, there were a number of banquet tables leaning against one wall. These were rectangular tables, about 8' long, that had a heavy pair of legs at each end that you folded down and locked in position. We set up 4 tables at one end of the ballroom. Meagan said that everyone could change in any of the bedrooms or bathrooms and leave their clothes on the tables. We setup another table along the wall opposite the hallway and behind the columns. We laid the rest of my ropes and blindfold/gags on that table. Finally, we set up a table at the other end of the ballroom, next to the double doors going outside. I learned that Digger was going to be the DJ for dancing and he would setup there. Outside the double doors was a large patio, with 2 steps down to the pool deck. There was a large gas grill and a few pieces of padded wrought iron furniture. We setup 3 tables on the patio and placed folding metal chairs around each table, for eating, and 2 more tables to put the food on. I figured that the tables and chairs were rented and wondered if our dinner would be catered.

Meagan brought out a big chart on a piece of construction paper. Across the top, there were columns numbered for each bedroom. This was Brad's idea. Down the left side of the chart were times in 1/2 hour increments, from 4:00 PM – 5:30 PM and 8:00 – 9:30 PM. The idea was that any girl could sign up for up to 3 half hour times in any room, and bring the guy of her choice. This sounded fine except that about 1/3 of the time slots had already been filled in. These were girl's names that I didn't recognize and were all in the same handwriting. I suspected that Brad had filled them in. While Meagan gestured and explained her plans for the party, I quickly wrote my name in 4 time slots from 8:00 PM – 9:30 PM. The plan was that after everyone had arrived and changed into their swimwear, we would play a couple games in the ballroom and then go out to the pool. Meagan's parents were going to serve dinner, and her father would start grilling hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken about 5:00 PM. The dancing would start at 7:00 PM and at 10:30 PM Meagan had a big surprise for us. Besides our group of girls and guys, there would be an equal number of girls and guys coming from Brad's Catholic Jr. High, who would be going into high school with us. So, there would be over 30 kids there.

On my way home I realized that we probably wouldn't be playing any large group TUGS and wondered if 1/2 hour, alone in a room with a guy, was enough time. When I returned home, Celeste informed me the manager of the Hollywood boutique had called and THE NEW WEBSITE WAS UP! I couldn't wait to get online and see what it looked like. Right there on the home page of the website was a big picture of me in one of the outfits that I had modeled. Actually, the home page had a list of links down the left side to various categories of Women's clothes and Teen wear. But the right 2/3 at the top of the homepage had a picture of me and a blond girl posing, with a big link reading – "CLICK HERE FOR NEW TEEN WEAR." When I clicked on that link, a 2nd page opened with smaller pictures of 6 different models, including me, and each had a link to different categories of Teen Wear. My picture led to Dresses. I furiously went through the entire teen section of the website. I found 24 different pictures of myself modeling different outfits, including the 3 bikinis, and each had a page of its own, which also pictured other accessories and shoes that would go with the outfit and in some cases additional colors the garment was available in. Available sizes were listed, as well as online ordering information, or someone could pickup an outfit in any of their stores. I couldn't wait to tell EVERYONE! I sent out emails to all my girlfriends and boyfriends, and to the cheerleaders. Then, I started calling, Lisa and Ashley first, and then the others. If I wasn't talking on the phone, it would ring as soon as I hung up. Lisa and Ashley and several of the girls thought I would become famous. I had to eat on the run, and didn't get off the phone until after 1:00 AM, and was answering emails as I talked on the phone.

I turned off my phone and slept in Saturday morning. Lisa, Ashley and I got a ride to Meagan's party after lunch. We went a little early, because we would change into our bikinis and position ourselves in the ballroom, to direct people to where they could change and where to leave their clothes. Meagan and Brad were going to greet people at the front door and send them back to us. We recognized 4 girls from cheerleader tryouts in early August, and I think at least 3 of their guys were on the JV football team. A few of the girls from the Catholic Jr. High were really dressed up, with their hair up and lots of lipstick, mascara, eye liner and eye shadow. One girl came in a dress that looked very familiar to me, and I asked her where she got it. It turned out that she got it at the Hollywood boutique. I told her that my bikini came from there, and that I was a model for the store. I mentioned the new updated website, with a special teen wear section. I told Lisa and Ashley about the room signups, and that I was going to take Tyler at 8:00 PM and Brandon at 9:00 PM. They went down to the DJ's table and signed up for some rooms. We told our girls, as they arrived, about the rooms and made sure they had a chance to get some slots. When Tyler and Brandon came, I told each of them the times I had arranged for us to play privately.

After everyone had arrived and changed, Meagan gathered us down at the end of the ballroom, where the DJ was to setup. As yet, there was no sign of Digger and none of us had actually ever met him. First, she introduced Lisa, Ashley and me, as their new Cardinal cheerleaders, which made the Catholic guys check us out more thoroughly, and even some of their girls. Meagan said that most of you already know this, but Christine is a featured model at the Hollywood boutique chain of stores, and told them the website address and to be sure and checkout their new teen wear. Finally, Meagan said that we were going to play a little get acquainted game that Lisa, Ashley and Christine first played in Ashley's backyard more than 2 years ago. "I'm going to draw the names of 2 of our girls and 2 girls from Catholic," Meagan went on, You guys can use the equipment from the table over there, and tie and blindfold the girls to one of the columns." "Each of you guys can take up to 5 minutes to play with the girls, BUT KEEP YOUR HANDS ABOVE THEIR WAISTS. I said an unladylike SHIT to myself, because I ALWAYS seem to be the chosen guinea pig. Meagan went on, "After you guys have had your turns, I will draw the names of 2 of our guys and 2 Catholic guys, and each of you will get a blowjob from one of the girls." However, Carole, Samantha, Lisa and Beth's names were drawn.

The guys eagerly grabbed the 4 girls and soon had them tied and blindfolded to the columns. They jostled for position and formed informal lines in front of the 4 girls. Meagan and Brad stood by as timekeepers and to keep an eye on the guy's hands. While the rest of the girls stood back and watched, the guys cheered and clapped at the moves each guy made, as they made out with the 4 bound girls. Often, I heard one or more of the guys shout out "feel her up." I was mostly watching Lisa and Beth, who seemed to be having a great time, when a tall guy came up to me and said, "Hi." I hadn't really noticed him, when he came in. He was a good 3" taller than me, with wavy medium long sandy brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a great smile. He simply said, "I'm Ryan" and we fell into an easy going conversation. We drifted away from the others, as we talked a little about our former schools, music, sports, etc. I thought he might play basketball, but was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was a baseball pitcher. I told him a little about my baseball experience and that I expected to play 2nd base on the girl's team next spring. I liked it that Ryan looked me right in the eye, when we talked, and he certainly was confident and mature, not at all shy with girls. It dawned on me that he was not participating in playing with the tied girls, and asked him about it, Ryan said that he preferred tall brunettes!

Well, dummy Christine, I said to myself, I didn't have to be hit on the head to know that he was seriously hitting on me. I coyly asked, "what about Samantha over there?" He said that he had gone steady with Samantha for awhile last spring, but he broke it off, because she expected too much from him during baseball season. I learned that his Catholic Jr. High played in a small Catholic baseball league. We moved further away from the others, and I shifted into my teasing flirty mode. I started asking him about his experience with tying up girls. He said that he played a lot of games, and tied up numerous girls, mostly while playing Truth or Dare. I told him some about our games and that we often played outdoors in my woods. By then, we were across the ballroom, by a column, and no one had seemed to notice us. I backed up to one of the columns and clasped my hands behind my back, asking, "What would you do if I were one of the girls tied up like this?" Ryan didn't hesitate. He put his hands on my waist and gave me several sweet tender kisses on the lips. They were nice, and I liked his lips. Soon, we were making out and probing each other's mouths, with our tongues. His breath was fresh and I liked the taste of him. His hands freely roamed over my bare upper body, over my hips and down my thighs. Then, he stopped. While I caught my breath, he looked me in the eye and glanced down. I looked down to see his hands poised over my breasts. I nodded my head, yes.

I hadn't heard Meagan call out the names of the guys who would get blowjobs. She must have silently tapped them, because the 4 girls tied to the columns, across the room, were down on their knees preparing to suck someone's cock. With his big hands, Ryan tenderly cupped my breasts. He began squeezing and kneading them, as we resumed kissing. His thumbs found my nipples, and rubbed them until they were hard peaks, while I moaned into his mouth. I was getting pretty hot and horny by now, but knew that I wouldn't go down on him there. I let go of my hands, behind the column, and wrapped my arms around Ryan's neck for a few more deep long kisses. I finally broke it off, saying, "We should get back. We strolled over and joined the others across the room. The girls were being released, after they finished, and I saw that it was Tyler and Neal who got BJs. Meagan announced, "Everybody in the pool."

The girls all hustled out and gathered in the shallow end of the pool. We started jabbering, often with several conversations going on at once, while we tossed around 3 beach balls. Our guys were tossing a football in chest high water, while a number of the Catholic guys did cannonballs off the diving board. It didn't take them long to notice 3 of their Catholic girls, who had on all the makeup, huddled back from the edge of the pool. They descended on them and bodily threw them in the pool. They jumped in after them and took off the 3 girl's bikini tops. A game of bikini tops keep-away broke out around us. Soon, a couple more bikini tops were added to the melee. Ryan came up behind me and told me to hop onto his shoulders. We would challenge the others to a kind of King of the Mountain game. Other girls jumped on the shoulders of the nearest guy, and the girls yelled out, "NO HAIR PULLING." Ryan told me to lock my ankles around his waist and he held them tight with one hand, while his other hand was free to grab and push. We charged into the group, mowing them down right and left. Other girls got on the shoulders of the strongest guys. Ryan and I were still doing OK, until we faced little Jill and Kelley on Brian and Eric's shoulders. They came at us from each side. I couldn't fight off both girls and Ryan couldn't push either of them over. Kelley grabbed one of my arms and Jill the other. They charged forward and Ryan and I were toppled over backwards into the water.

By then, it was nearing 4:00 PM and the first couples were leaving the pool to dry off and head for a room to play. I found myself in chest deep water with Brian and Eric. We began to flirt and fool around. We would splash each other and they ganged up on me and dunked me a few times. Some of the guys had resumed tossing a football over our heads, and the remaining girls were in the shallow end half heartedly trying to get their bikini tops back and tossing the beach balls around. I motioned for Brian and Eric to follow me, and I swam to the pool ladder at the far corner of the pool. I stood on the bottom step of the ladder, facing the 2 guys, and grabbed the rail of the ladder over my head. The water was up to my neck. They got the idea and each grabbed a ladder rail and took turns making out with me. I hadn't noticed Lisa swimming behind us, but she joined me on the ladder. We each had one foot on the bottom step of the ladder and held onto one of the rails over our heads. Eric had me and Brian had Lisa pinned against the pool ladder.

The guys began making out with us, and it wasn't long before our bikini tops were taken off and tossed up on the pool deck. All anyone could see was our making out, but a hood deal more went on underwater. Sometimes Eric held onto the pool ladder with one hand, and used the other to play with me. He could keep himself afloat by using 2 hands to hang onto my boobs, and ducked his head under the surface of the water to suck and nibble on my nipples. Between kisses, Lisa asked, "Do you guys think you can get us off underwater?" I was pretty turned on from the kissing and playing with my breasts. My pussy, being underwater, was obviously wet, but I couldn't tell if my pussy juices were flowing. Eric and Brian quickly picked up on Lisa's challenge. They resumed making out with us, while one of their hands was busy between our legs. When Eric ran his fingers through and around my labia lips, they didn't seem as sensitive as when I was lying on a bed. I began to feel an orgasm build, when Eric rubbed the entrance to my love hole and shoved his finger in as far as my bikini fabric would allow. Then, Lisa let go a deep guttural moan and came next to me. I heard her tell Brian to keep going, but Eric had zeroed in on my clit, while shoving his tongue down my throat, and I became lost in the sensations of an impending orgasm of my own. When my orgasm consumed me, I gave out a loud groan and shook all over. My leg on the pool ladder step buckled, and it was all I could do to hang onto the pool ladder rail. As I was coming down, Lisa gave a loud moaning scream that I was sure everyone in the pool heard, and came with her 2nd orgasm.

We climbed out of the pool and headed for the stack of towels. There was a huge pile of towels, each stenciled with the name of a linen company. We dried off and Lisa and I put our bikini tops back on, and the 4 of us found chairs in the shade. We sat down, without applying sun block, to finish drying off and talk. It was a tremendous experience, and we thanked the guys. I had no idea that I could come underwater. Maybe I could try my vibrator in the bathtub? Meagan's parents started carrying food out to the nearby patio. I had a light lunch and was really hungry. Meagan's father started grilling chicken. Brian and Eric left to join our other guys. Lisa and I talked for awhile longer. She went over her recent experiences with Tyler, and wanted a full report on how I did with him at 8:00 PM. It was nearly 5:30 PM, and I noticed some of the Catholic girls lining up for food. We got in line and loaded up our plates.

Lisa and I sat down at a table with 5 of the Catholic girls. Two of the girls had tried out for cheerleaders, and they asked us about how we liked it. I described our new dance routines, but the 2 girls said they were going to continue on with ballet. The conversation turned to TUGs. Lisa and I learned that the Catholic girls were tied up and played with topless, and went no further, but did give blowjobs. Lisa told them about our games, and explained how the guys got us off using our vibrators, and more recently by rubbing our pussies, with their fingers, over our panties. They all seemed excited about the prospects of having this done to them. I asked if they had noticed Lisa and me over on the pool ladder, with Brian and Eric. One had, but thought we were just making out. I told them that we each had orgasms underwater, and they were amazed. Then the conversation turned to my modeling. I gave them a brief description of my modeling experience and how I was "discovered" by the Holly wood boutique. Several of the girls asked if I had autographed pictures. I always got a few 8" X 10" photos, from my shoots, but didn't know if I could get more or how much they might cost. I saw the light bulb go off in Lisa's expression. She asked, "If "we" can get personally autographed 8" X 10" color photos of this "famous" model, would you girls pay $5.00 apiece for them?" They all said, yes. Samantha said that she'd like an autograph photo of me in the bikini I was wearing, and thought she would buy one in a different color. Lisa seemed to have memorized the website, and told Samantha the 3 different colors my bikini was available in. Some of the guys had congregated around our table and all said they'd pay for an autographed photo of me in a bikini.

We gave up our table to the guys, and Lisa and I went in to freshen up. In the ballroom, we ran into the elusive Digger, who was setting up his equipment for the dance. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Digger was a skinny little guy, not particularly cute. He wore an abstract hand painted t-shirt, cargo pants, shades and a baseball cap worn backwards on his head. I didn't understand what Meagan saw in him, but I would never judge or say anything. He had 2 turntables setup on the table and was setting ut a few strobe lights. We went into the bathroom of bedroom #1. I asked Lisa what is all this "we" stuff and selling autographed pictures of me? She said, "if we could get copies of your pictures and you autograph them, I'll promote and market them, and we can split the profits!" A deal was made, although I was still skeptical. We freshened up and put on a little lipstick. We went back out to the pool area. Everyone was finishing up their meals. Soon, we heard music drifting out from the ballroom. The dance had begun. Ryan came up to me and led me into the ballroom. We danced 2 dances together, and I spun off to find another guy waiting to dance with me. Over the next hour, I danced with at least 10 different guys. As 8:00 PM drew near, I found Tyler, had one dance with him, and we headed off to bedroom #3.

As soon as I got on the bed, Tyler was all over me. We kissed maybe 3 times, before his hand was between my legs, trying to rub my pussy. "STOP," I said, "Slow down, I'm not nearly turned on yet." I reminded him of all the times we played and the amount of time he spent on me, before making me come with a vibrator. I took his hand and demonstrated how I liked my pussy played with, and said, "You can play with me down there, AFTER you play with me everywhere else and get me turned on." "Let's try it again." Well, Tyler did kiss me a little longer, and he took a couple minutes to caress my legs, before his fingers found my pussy, and he went right for my clit. "STOP," I yelled in frustration, "You're not taking the time to get me turned on, AND THAT HURTS!" In each of his tries, Tyler hadn't spent more than 5 minutes playing with me, AND HE NEVER REMOVED MY BIKINI TOP OR TOUCHED MY BREASTS! Tyler replied, "The sooner you come, the sooner you can giv me a blowjob. That did it for me. If he couldn't take the time to get me turned on, and was only selfishly thinking of his own pleasure, I wasn't going to play anymore! Tyler and I left the bedroom and headed back to the ballroom. He looked somewhat chastened.

I immediately noticed that all the Catholic girls had their wrists tied behind their backs, while dancing. The 3 heavily made up girls were tied to columns. It was only 8:20 PM. I didn't see Lisa, who must have been off in one of the bedrooms. I saw Ryan down by the DJ table talking with Digger. I asked Ryan if he would like to tie me up and pickup where we left off. While Ryan went to fetch a rope, from the equipment table, I asked Digger to play a slow song next. Ryan returned and tied my wrists behind my back. The slow song started, and Ryan took me into his arms. He drew me close and we danced and swayed to the music. I asked him what was with the 3 girls tied to the columns. He replied that they were being punished, because they didn't want to be tied up. When the song ended, I asked Ryan if he would like to continue this in one of the bedrooms. He smiled and said, "Yes." I had bedroom #4 booked for a half hour, and said, "Follow me."

Before we got on the bed, Ryan asked if he could remove my bikini top. "Of course," I replied. We made out almost constantly, but it was Ryan's large soft hands that drove me crazy. He spent a lot of time squeezing and kneading my breasts, rubbing and kissing and nibbling on my nipples, which left me whimpering. He softly caressed the rest of my body. I spread my legs a little and moaned when Ryan stroked my inner thighs. Every so often, he ran a finger over my slit. When I caught my breath, I asked him if he had ever played with a girl down there before. He said that he hadn't, but would like to try. I didn't object. Ryan placed his fingers between my legs, felt around a bit and oriented himself as to where all my good parts were. When he tantalizingly ran his fingers around my pussy lips, I started moaning and bucking my hips. Ryan's middle finger found my love hole, and my bikini bottom fabric allowed him to push his finger inside me, up to his first knuckle. By now, I was groaning and breathing heavily. He found my clit, but teased me by running his finger slowly all around my swollen precious nub, which nearly drove me to beg. Finally, he just slowly and steadily rubbed my clit, until I screamed and came with a body shattering orgasm. I shook all over and curled up in a ball on my side, just enjoying those wonderful sensations that pulsed through me. Ryan seemed concerned and asked me if I was OK. I smiled at him and nodded my head, yes. I said, "That was terrific!" He untied my wrists and caressed my hair and face, while I came down. "That's just how I am, when I have a big orgasm," I said. He gave me a few sweet kisses, and someone knocked on the door.

Our 1/2 hour session was over. I quickly put my top on, and we turned the room over to Kelley and Dean. That was the first time I had ever let a new guy tie me up and rub my pussy to orgasm on the same day, but I really liked Ryan a lot. I got my clothes and purse off the clothes table and found Brandon. I said that we had a whole hour in room #6, and can have a lot of fun. I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I washed my pussy and fixed my hair. From my purse, I took out one of my sexiest pairs of panties and put them on. Brandon's eyes opened wide and he smiled, when he saw me. I asked if he wanted to tie me up. He said that he was going to tie me up tight and make me beg to come. I couldn't have expected anything less from Brandon and was excited to begin. I already noticed the growing bulge in his swimsuit. He tied my wrists behind my back, and then tied my elbows, until they came within a few inches of touching. He teased my nipples and played with my breasts, from behind me, before blindfolding me. I was helped down on my knees and knew Brandon was going to start with a blowjob. This would be my first one of the day. I sucked him good and hard, but he must have been really turned on, because he shot his wad in my mouth rather quickly. Brandon got me on my feet, but before he laid me out on the bed, he made out with me and played with my breasts and nipples some more. I already felt like I needed to come. I was on my back, and he tied my ankles spread to the corner posts of the bed.

When Brandon said that he was going to make me beg, before he let me come, he really meant it. After kissing, feeling, stroking and caressing me, he moved his right hand to my little panties. I'm certain that he played with my pussy for at least 15 minutes, because he teased me to the threshold 3 different times, before letting me come. Believe me. I was so desperate and nearly delirious that I did beg, several times, and had what I would call a mind blowing orgasm. While I recovered, Brandon took off his swimsuit and straddled one of my spread legs, facing me. He helped me bend at the waist and sit up. You know what was waiting for me, when I sat fully upright. Brandon's hard cock was pressing against my lips, insisting on getting into my mouth. My wrists and elbows were tied behind my back, and Brandon held my head, so you know I had no control over that blowjob. He told me to lick him several times, but otherwise he just fucked my mouth at his own pace. Near the end, he grunted on every thrust, and shoved his cock all the way into my throat. He gave one last big groan and buried his dick all the way in and spewed his load. After swallowing his cum and licking him clean, I laid back on the bed and asked Brandon how much time we had left. "About 10 minutes," was his answer. Well, no one had the room after us, and I figured it wouldn't matter if we ran over a little, because Meagan's surprise wasn't until 10:30 PM. I asked Brandon if he would go in my purse and get my vibrator. "I want a fast hard orgasm," I said.

Brandon revved up my vibrator to high and started in on my pussy. After only a few minutes, I pleaded, "HURRY, please hurry, I'm ready to come!" A few more minutes on my clit, and I shrieked out a loud whimper of satisfaction, as I went over the brink into continuous orgasm. Brandon untied my legs and I rolled onto my stomach, so that he could untie my elbows and wrists, while I continued to enjoy the lingering spasms of my orgasm. Brandon had left his clothes in the ballroom, so he left to get dressed. I raced to clean myself up, put on another fresh pair of panties and threw on the rest of my clothes. When I entered the ballroom, I think just about everybody was there, and some people were still dancing. I found Lisa and gave her a brief account of my time with Tyler, but we were interrupted by Meagan.

The music stopped and Meagan announced that it was time for the "SKINNY DIP!" "Everybody strip naked and get in the pool," she yelled. Lisa and I just looked at each other in bewilderment, but the Catholic kids all cheered and ran for the pool. We followed the crowd out of the ballroom. I found an empty chair and quickly stripped off my shoes, top, skirt, bra and panties, and jumped into the center of the pool. I found myself in a group of girls, with Lisa and Ashley, plus 5 of the Catholic girls. Most of the naked guys showed their stuff and did a cannonball off the diving board. We started talking and it came out that the Catholic girls had skinny dipped several times before, at parties. Five of the Catholic guys snuck up behind us. Before we knew what was going on, Lisa, Ashley and I had our wrists handcuffed behind our backs, with plastic toy handcuffs. The other girls just giggled. One at a time, the guys felt us up, tweaked our nipples, gave us a big wet sloppy kiss and yanked on our pubic hair. When they finished, we were released and they went off to find other victims. The girls told us that those guys did it all of the time, but if they had told us, it would have spoiled the fun. I felt a pair of hands cup my breasts, from behind.  I whirled around and found Brian, Rob and Eric behind us. We got in our own little huddle and started making out. I had switched from Eric to Brian, when Meagan yelled, "IT"S TIME FOR THE BLOWJOB CONTEST!"

Meagan had us form 2 long ovals, across the center of the pool, with the girls on the inside and the boys around us, with the water coming up somewhere between our waists and our chests. "The girls will walk around counterclockwise and the guys clockwise," she said, "When I yell stop, the guy you are standing in front of will be the guy you will give an underwater blowjob to."  Meagan went on, "1st place wins $25.00, 2nd place wins $15.00 and 3rd place gets $5.00, BUT you have to come up with some cum in your mouth and spit it out, to prove that you have succeeded." "IS EVERYBODY READY?" "Start walking." As I began to walk around the inner oval, my mind was whirling. Could this really be done? Had the Catholic girls done this before? How would I go about getting a guy off underwater? I decided that it would mostly have to be a handjob, with some underwater sucking, if possible. When Meagan yelled STOP, I was standing in front of Damon, one of the 5 pranksters and a member of our JV football team. Meagan shouted out, "READY, SET, GO!"

First, I grabbed his shaft, which was surprisingly starting to get stiff. I bent partially down, but my head was not in the water, and I rubbed the head of his cock all over my hard nipples, as I pumped his shaft. Next, I simply moved closer to him and rubbed the head of his penis through my naked pussy slit 5 or 6 times. BOING! This hardened him up in a hurry!  I took a deep breath and went under. Obviously, there was no licking to get him lubricated. While pumping the lower half of his shaft with my fingers, I captured his cock in my mouth, while trying to maintain a good seal with my lips. I found that I could move a few inches up and down his cock, without losing too much air and exhaling through my nose, while letting my tongue rub the underside of his penis's head. I did this 4 or 5 times, and decided to try taking him all the way in my mouth. I took a deep breath, went under and sealed my lips around his shaft, let go with my hand and took him all the way in my mouth. As long as I maintained a good seal, with my lips, I could let my throat massage the head of his cock. I was slowing down and getting tired, but when I came up the 3rd time, Damon moaned, "I'm gonna shoot my load!" With one huge last gulp of air, I, again, went under and had him deep in my mouth. I felt him come first, but a few seconds later, I heard his groan through the water, as I collected his cum in my mouth. When he finished, I surfaced, shook the water away, and with clenched teeth, yelled, "DONE!"

A couple minutes later Carole came up and spit out the cum she had collected, and 2 or 3 minutes later Beth took 3rd place. When the other girls realized that the game was over, some quit, but others kept going. The girls exited the pool, and the guys climbed out of the deep end. We stood in a group, with our backs to the guys, while we dried off and got dressed. My hair was a wreck, so I got it as dry as I could and put it up in a ponytail. That would have to do. Everyone was saying goodbye and thanking Meagan, Brad and Digger, as we drifted towards the front door, to catch our rides home. When I got home, I briefly called Ashley, and found out that she had 4 orgasms and gave 3 blowjobs. That was her measure of a successful party. I did call Lisa and gave her the vivid details of my time with Tyler and the great time I had with Ryan. I sorta dumped the whole Tyler thing in Lisa's lap, and let her do whatever she wanted. I thought that I would just silently dump Tyler, meaning that I'd still be friendly with him, but not get in a situation where he had an opportunity to get his hands near my pussy. I knew that was a copout. It was 1:00 AM before I went to bed.

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My Mom woke me up at 10:00 AM the next morning. I swam laps in the pool, to unwind and think about Meagan's party and Ryan. I showered and dressed for our formal Sunday dinner, which was less than 2 hours away and I had no breakfast. While sipping on some orange juice, Celeste handed me 2 packages that had been delivered the previous afternoon. One came in the mail from my modeling agency, and the other one came via FedEx from SF and the Hollywood boutique's photographer. They were the pictures! I opened and spread them out all over the living room. I received two 8" X 10" color photos of all 24 pictures of me on the website. My modeling agency photographer sent me two 8" X 10" color photos of 12 pictures from my little shoot with the cheerleaders. In addition, there were 3 photos of each cheerleader and 10 photos of our group cheerleader photo, with Coach. Along with the other cheerleader photos were a stack of order forms, which the girls could use to reorder additional photos. I went to our office and got some large envelopes. I put the cheerleader's photos in separate envelopes, labeled the envelopes and included a group photo and order form. I stuck 2 group photos and an order form for Coach in another envelope, and would deliver them to everyone at school. I took one set of my website photos and 1 set of my cheerleader photos up to my room, for my collection.

At Sunday dinner, I told my parents that kids had already offered to pay $5.00 for an autographed photo of me. I mentioned that it was mostly Lisa's idea and that we had made a deal to split the profits, IF we could get additional photos to sell. Both Nels and Celeste were excited for me and the prospects of making a little extra money, from my modeling. The big question was still IF I could get more photos, and at what cost. I asked my Dad if he would contact both places, on my behalf, to see what, if anything could be arranged with both places on Monday. After dinner was finished and the table cleared and the dishes done, we spread all 36 photos out on the dining room table. I called Lisa and told her to get her butt over here fast, because the pictures were here. While my parents and I were studying the pictures, Lisa must have run the 1-1/2 blocks to our house. Lisa and I quickly decided that we wanted more copies of the 3 shots of me in a bikini, from the website. It took a little more time to settle on 2 additional cheerleader pictures of me. We finally settled on one shot of me doing the Can-can, with a high kick, and one where I was doing the twirl move. In each photo, there was a glimpse of my red cheerleader's panties. This was not at all unusual. In all the jumping up and down, while cheering, plus our various dance moves, someone watching would frequently get a quick view of all the cheerleader's panties. We gave Nels the 5 number coded photos, and he said that he would see what he could do on Monday morning.

Before Lisa left, I showed her the rest of the cheerleader's pictures, including her own, and we thought they turned out very well and looked quite professional. I wouldn't give Lisa her own pictures. I had decided not to take them on the first day of school, but would bring them on Tuesday.

The first day of high school was tomorrow!

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