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The Lakewood Cheerleaders, Part 3
The Lakewood Cheerleaders, Part 3
Story by All These Roadworks (2023).
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For the purpose of clarity, all characters appearing in this story are aged 18 years or over.
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One day, the Lakewood Cuntbunnies arrived in the locker room for their cheerleading practice to find that an act of vandalism had occurred. All of the lower parts of their uniforms, stored at the school for laundering between practices, had been cut up with scissors into scraps. No remaining piece of cloth was longer than the length of a girl’s finger. They were useless, unwearable.
Ms Saunders vented pure anger at the cheerleaders. “Really, girls, I know you didn’t like the way these outfits exposed you, but you had no right to destroy them! They were very expensive, and Mr Gordon will *not* be providing replacements!”
She demanded to know who had committed the vandalism, and when no single girl admitted to it, she punished them all, by making them put on their carrot-weight pasties and bounce up and down until they began to cry from the pain in their tits.
It was no surprise to Ms Saunders that no one had admitted to it, though - because *she* was the one who had destroyed the uniforms, exactly as Mr Gordon had instructed her to.
Once all the girls were wailing in pain, she mercifully allowed them to stop, and then had them pair up and lick each other’s cunts until they were on the edge of orgasm - stupid and horny and not thinking clearly.
“Will we wear our old cheerleading spanks now, miss?” asked Sarah hopefully.
“Absolutely not,” said Ms Saunders. “You’re still obliged to wear the colours of the Cuntbunnies brothel, as per our sponsorship agreement. Seeing as you don’t have real panties anymore to wear during your routines, we’re just going to have to use body paint to create the *illusion* of panties.”
To Ms Saunders’ surprise, the response of the girls to this was near-open rebellion.
“No!” said Elisabeth vehemently. “I’m not going in front of an audience naked from the waist down!”
“I won’t either!” said Jenny.
Their tears were on the verge of returning.
Ms Saunders had thought they might be ready for this. After all, they’d been showing their naked cunts to people (albeit covered by body paint) for weeks now, and they’d danced with their tits covered by nothing but the pasties. But apparently this was a step too far.
In the end, she decided to back down for now. She let the girls wear their regular streetwear panties for practice. Honestly, she thought cheerleading in pink and white cotton panties was almost as slutty as going bare-cunted, but it got the girls out on the field in front of Mr Gordon and his friends, and Mr Gordon seemed pleased enough to allow it for now.
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That weekend, there was no game scheduled, and no need for the Cuntbunnies to perform. There would have been a practice instead, but Ms Saunders chose to take the girls on a field trip in its place.
She hired a small bus, and drove the cheerleaders in it down to the coast, to a secluded strip of beach far from the regular tourist spots. She parked, and the girls trouped down a long set of stairs to the golden sands of the beach. Here, they couldn’t be seen from the road, and two rocky escarpments at either end of the beach shielded them from other angles of view.
The girls were all in bikinis, as Ms Saunders had suggested - no one-pieces of the Lakewood Cuntbunnies! - and they scrambled towards the inviting waves with glee. But Ms Saunders blew a whistle, stopping them in their tracks.
“Not so fast, girls,” she said. “Thanks to your bitchy behaviour in destroying your uniforms, you *will* be required to cheerlead with your privates covered by body paint. If you can’t do that, you’ll be off the team - and a bill for ten thousand dollars will be forwarded to your families.”
The girls whimpered. They thought they had gotten out of this. They may have been willing to rebel before, but the thought of the crippling bill for leaving the team now made them hesitate.
“No one will be able to see that you’re not wearing clothes,” said Ms Saunders. “The body paint will be quite effective. The barrier is psychological - *you* know that you’re half-naked, and that stops you from being good cheerleaders. So you just need some practice.”
She wiggled a finger in the air. “Bikini bottoms off, girls,” she told them. “It’s just us here. You can leave the bottoms with the towels on the beach. I want you all to get used to being naked from the waist down while you’re outdoors and exercising.”
The girls were **** - but Ms Saunders convinced them. They got undressed in the locker room every practice, of course - and even licked each other’s pussies there - and what was this wide strip of deserted beach but a kind of larger locker room?
Soon all the girls were naked from the waist down, and squealing happily and laughing as they waded out into the waves. Ms Saunders watched the girls delightedly enjoy the sun and the water as they swam, splashed each other, or even just lay on the beach to sunbathe.
She even noted with approval that several of the girls spread their legs as they lay on the beach, to accept the warm sunlight onto their exposed twats.
The girls were so happy and distracted that none of them saw the second part of Ms Saunders’ plan begin. Men arrived - nearly twenty burly men, construction workers, coming down the stairs from the car park, and smiling at the nest of teen sluts they had discovered on the beach.
Taya saw them first. She was just walking out of the sea, and she squeaked and covered her pussy with her hands. Then the other girls noticed, and either sank down in the water (if they were swimming) or desperately tried to cover their cunts (if they were on the beach).
“What are you *sluts* doing on our beach?” roared the man in the lead - an older fellow with white in his hair and beard.
The girls could only gape, but Ms Saunders stepped forward.
“I’m sorry, there’s been some confusion,” she said. “We thought this beach was unused.”
“It’s *booked*, bitch,” snarled the man. “These men just finished a project we’ve been working on for six months, and we had this beach booked for our end of job party.”
“I’m sorry!” called Taya, still covering her pussy. “We’ll leave!”
Ms Saunders talked to her. “We’ll do no such thing, Taya,” she said sternly. “You girls have a right to be here too.” She turned back to the man. “Sorry, Mr…”
“You can call me Daniel,” said the man. “Daniel Irons.”
“Mr Irons,” said Ms Saunders. “These girls have been looking forward to this beach trip too. Surely there’s some way we can share the beach?”
As she talked, she noticed some of the other men had moved to the pile of clothes and towels the girls had left at the top of the beach, and were deploying their own towels and eskies around it, effectively making a fortress that prevented the girls from getting to their bikini bottoms. Which was all just as Ms Saunders had asked them to do, when she had told Daniel Irons about this opportunity.
“Why are they showing off their cunts like that?” asked Irons.
“Because they’re sluts,” said Ms Saunders bluntly. “Is that a problem?”
Mr Irons laughed. “No,” he said. He pretended to consider for a moment. “Okay, girls,” he said finally. You can share the beach with us for the day - if you’re polite, and if you act as our servants for the day.”
The girls were clearly worried by this idea. “We can just *leave*, miss,” suggested Taya.
“Sure,” said Mr Irons. “If you don’t want those pretty little bikini bottoms back. You took them off on *our* beach, so I think they belong to us now. Is that what you want?”
It was not what the girls wanted.
“What does this deal involve?” asked Ms Saunders.
“Well, I think we each want a kiss from one of these pretty sluts,” said Mr Irons. “By way of being polite, you know? And then your girls can rub our sunscreen on us, bring us our drinks from the esky, entertain us…”
“Entertain you?” asked Ms Saunders. This hadn’t been in what she suggested.
“Anything’s fine,” grinned Mr Irons. “As long as it’s *entertaining*.” He paused. “Oh, and boys? If these sluts don’t feel the need to wear anything below the waist, I suppose we don’t need to either.”
The men laughed, and began to undress. The girls watched in shock as the mature, muscly men stripped naked in front of them.
“Now, come give us our kisses,” laughed Mr Irons.
There were as many girls as there were men, and it was clear each girl would have to kiss someone. None volunteered, so Ms Saunders made Jenny go first. She walked shyly to stand in front of Mr Irons. His cock was erect, and, afraid of having it touch her, she leaned demurely forward and gave Mr Irons a peck on the lips.
“Not like that,” he said, disgusted. “Put your arms around me, and use tongue.”
Jenny looked at Ms Saunders for help, but Ms Saunders just nodded, indicating she should do as she was told.
Jenny stepped in, wrapping her arms around the older man. His cock flattened against her naked belly. She could feel its base against her pussy, and the wetness of pre-cum smearing on her stomach from its tip. She leaned in and gave Mr Irons a long, slow tongue-kiss.
“Good girl,” he said, when it was over. But when Jenny stepped back, instead of letting her go, he pushed down hard on her shoulders. Surprised, Jenny fell to her knees - and found her face inches from Mr Irons’ erect cock.
“Now give it a kiss,” insisted Mr Irons.
“Please, no,” said Jenny.
“Give it a kiss, or you can leave the beach now, with no clothes and no transport,” said Mr Irons - and indeed, Ms Saunders realised that the keys to the bus were among the girls’ clothes, and she couldn’t leave either without them.
“Do as he says, Jenny,” she urged.
Jenny tentatively kissed the tip of Mr Irons’ cock, tasting his precum on her lips.
Mr Irons sighed - even as his dick twitched at the touch of the teen girl’s lips.
“Not like that,” he repeated. “Put your arms around me, and use tongue.”
Jenny hesitated. Ms Saunders quickly added, “Remember girls, your sponsorship contracts require you to be polite with men, and not get into arguments with them.”
Jenny had ****. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, wrapping her arms behind his buttocks and trying not to gag. Mr Irons tangled his hand in her red hair and used it to **** her further down on his dick. He pumped into her mouth, once, twice - and then pushed her away, drool hanging from her mouth.
“Good slut,” he said. “What’s your name?”
Ms Saunders stepped in. “The girls would really prefer to keep their anonymity, under the circumstances,” she said. “It’s best if you don’t know their names. Why don’t you just call them ‘bitch’ or ‘slut’ or ‘cunt’ today?” She turned to the girls. “And girls, I expect you to answer to those names?”
The frightened, humiliated girls were **** to repeat Jenny’s performance. Each went to a man, and tongue kissed him, pressing their tits against his chest and their naked pussies against his hard cock. Then they would be **** to their knees, where they would suck on the man’s cock for up to a minute while he face-fucked her. None of the men ejaculated, so the experience just left them horny and more predatory.
Ms Saunders watched Taya in particular, and was pleased to see her submissive and obedient, even if her nose crinkled in disgust as her male partner pressed his cock against her mouth. It was important for the pretty lesbian to learn to please men and service their cocks.
Next it was time for the girls to apply sunscreen to the men. This required them to rub white lotion over every inch of the men’s bodies. The girls left the cocks for last, but there was no escaping this requirement, and eventually they found themselves holding the men’s hard dicks, rubbing lotion onto their skin.
“Not yet,” said Mr Irons, when Jenny tried to pull away after briefly rubbing his cock. “I think I need more there.”
The other men agreed, demanding that the girls continue using their hands to rub lotion into their cocks. The girls unhappily complied - and soon, the inevitable happened. Mr Irons groaned happily, his cock twitched - and then he began to ejaculate, all over Jenny’s face and breasts.
Jenny jerked away, but Mr Irons grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back.
“You little slut,” he growled. “Look what you made me do. Be a good bitch and lick it clean.” He pulled her head down, and Jenny was **** to lick the rest of his cum from the tip of his cock.
Down the line of men, the scene was being repeated, as each man **** the cheerleader in front of them to keep stroking their cock until they ejaculated. Soon every girl had received a load of sperm on her face and breasts.
“See, you give us lotion, and we give you lotion back,” laughed Mr Irons. “Rub it in, cunts.”
“Do as he says, girls,” said Ms Saunders. “It’s just like sunscreen. It won’t hurt you. Pair up and rub it into your skin.”
The girls paired up and unhappily massaged the sperm into each other’s faces and tits.
Ms Saunders felt a brief moment of perspective and guilt. What was she doing? Making these young girls masturbate men, and rub their cum into their faces, and go about in public with sperm on their faces and tits?
But she remembered what Mr Gordon had said to her when he proposed the sponsorship. These girls were very pretty, and very stupid, and they would almost certainly spend their lives trading on their looks and sexuality. It was best that they learn to be cumrags now - it would only help them to be happier and more successful.
“Now we want entertainment,” demanded Mr Irons when they were done.
Ms Saunders responded by having the girls do their latest cheerleading routine. It was good for the girls to practice wearing nothing but bikini tops. As they kissed each other on the sandy beach, and spread their cunts to the men, it was hard for them to pretend they were anything but live-action porn dolls.
Ms Saunders even had them try out a new move, which required them to bend at the waist, with their butts facing the audience. They would then part their legs, and reach back and spread their ass cheeks. In a real performance, they would receive some coverage from their bunny-tail butt plugs, but today it gave the construction workers a lewd and explicit view of each girl’s anus.
The routine finished, but still the men demanded more entertainment. And many of the men were demanding “service” - wanting girls to bring them beers, or to set up the barbecue they had brought with them to cook sausages and onions.
“What kind of entertainment do you want?” asked Ms Saunders, a little worried about where this was going. The interaction between the men and the girls had been planned to be hands-off - but the girls had already been **** to masturbate the men, and Ms Saunders feared she was losing control of the situation.
“What about that bit where they all kissed and groped each other during their routine?” said Mr Irons. “Like that, but… more.”
Ms Saunders blushed - and told Jenny and Taya to lay out a blanket in front of the men, and begin licking each other’s pussies.
“Miss, we *can’t*!” objected Jenny. “It’s too slutty!”
“Do as you’re told,” hissed Ms Saunders, quietly. “You can either play with each other’s pussies, or you can have the men use your cunts instead. You’re in a very precarious position here.”
Frightened, the girls obeyed, and went to the towels and began to blushingly 69 each other, as the men watched and laughed.
“Fucking lesbian cunts,” chuckled one man. “Look at them go!”
“I bet they’d prefer to share a cock,” laughed another. “These sluts are so eager to lez off in front of us, they must be practically gagging for dick.”
When Taya and Jenny had reached humiliating orgasms from each other’s tongues, Ms Saunders told them to stand, and replaced them with Senya and Bethany, and after they were done it was the turn of Elisabeth and Sarah. When Sarah orgasmed, she squirted again, as she had at the last performance, and the men laughed uproariously at Elisabeth’s disgusted, humiliated expression as the ejaculate bathed her face.
Meanwhile the girls who weren’t putting on a lesbian performance learned to serve the men. They were instructed to call the men “sir”, and they learned to answer to “slut” and “cunt” and “bitch”.
“Cunt, bring me a beer,” said one man, and Taya obeyed.
“Keep cooking those sausages, slut,” said another, and Senya, at the barbecue, obeyed.
“Come over here, bitch, I want a closer look at your fuckhole,” demanded Mr Irons, and Bethany blushingly walked over and spread her cunt lips for him to stare at her clitoris and cockholster.
Finally the sun began to go down. The girls were growing restless, wondering when they would be allowed to leave.
Bethany finally broached the issue. “Sir,” she said to Mr Irons, “can we go home now?”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Mr Irons. “You bitches have been cockteasing us all day. I think it’s about time you followed through on that teasing.”
Ms Saunders’ eyes widened. This hadn’t been the deal - but she could hardly make any reference to that deal in front of the girls.
“What do you mean?” asked Bethany - having a very good idea of what he meant, but not wanting to believe it.
Mr Irons smiled. “I’ll make you a deal, girls,” he said. “We like a good gangbang. You pick out a cunt for us from among your slutty little posse, and we’ll all fuck her, and then all of you can leave.”
“We can’t…” whined Jenny. Ms Saunders felt like “can’t” was Jenny’s favourite word, and made a mental note that she would have to be trained out of that instinct.
“Sure you can,” said Mr Irons. “Pick a girl - otherwise we’ll **** all of you.”
The girls looked at each other - and very quickly it became clear that no one was going to volunteer. None of the girls wanted to be gang-****.
And so, a moment later, pretty virginal Sarah broke the silence.
“Taya,” she said. “Use Taya.”
Taya’s eyes went wide at this betrayal. “I can’t!” she said - and then, hissing in a low voice - “I don’t even *like* boys.”
But the other girls seized on this solution - the solution that meant that they, personally, wouldn’t be ****.
“Taya,” agreed Bethany.
“Taya,” said Elisabeth.
Taya began to back away. “No!” she protested. “I won’t do it!”
“You’d better hold her down for us then, girls,” said Mr Irons. “Get her ready to be fucked. And one of you can make sure she’s wet. Unless, of course, you want us to use all of you.”
The girls did not want to be used, so they advanced on Taya and grabbed her, first by the arms, then by the legs. Elisabeth pulled off Taya’s bikini top to expose her tits. They dragged her to the men, and bent her over the esky, ass up, even as she struggled and squealed. As Sarah had been the first to name Taya, they had Sarah get down on all fours behind Taya and lick her pussy until she was sopping wet and ready to be fucked.
Then Sarah stepped away, and Mr Irons knelt behind Taya and shoved his erect cock into her cunt.
It was the first time Taya had ever had a cock in her body - but before the night was over, twelve different men had ejaculated inside her. They fucked her cunt - and after every time they ejaculated into her cunt, they made Sarah lick the sperm from her pussy until she was clean. They fucked her mouth - and after every load she swallowed, they had Elisabeth or Bethany tongue-kiss her until she didn’t taste of cum anymore. The last man even fucked her ass, and took pleasure in forcing Senya to lick her anus clean afterwards.
All the girls took turns holding her down. They took shifts lying beneath her torso to suck and fondle her tits as she was ****, and one girl was tasked with gently rubbing Taya’s clitoris as the cocks pumped in and out of her, and though Taya cried and screamed as she was ****, she stayed wet for every cock, and even orgasmed twice.
And Ms Saunders filmed it all on her phone. This was the footage that would stop the girls from ever rebelling, ever again - footage of them all cooperating to **** Taya, and of Taya herself repeatedly orgasming from gang ****. They would do as they were told now.
About halfway through the filming, Ms Saunders heard Mr Irons approach her from behind, and then felt his chest press against her back and his erect cock press against her ass.
“Don’t worry, bitch,” he whispered. “I’m not going to **** you. There’s enough lesbian to satisfy us all. But I really think you should rub your pussy as you watch your girls get degraded, don’t you?”
Ms Saunders blushed - but then she felt Mr Irons’ cock press against her again, and the message was clear that despite what he was saying, he very well *could* **** her if he wanted to.
She was wearing loose casual clothes, having never changed into swimwear herself, in order to maintain her authority. And now as she continued filming with one hand, she dipped her hand beneath her skirt and panties, to find her cunt - and discovered it was throbbingly, soppingly wet.
Why? Why was she aroused from watching her teenaged charge being ****?
But she was, and now not only had she discovered it, but she had been given permission - in fact, *ordered* - to play with her pussy. So she did. And it felt so good she couldn’t help but moan.
“Really it’s you who got that girl ****, isn’t it?” Mr Irons whispered from behind her. “The real cunt here today is you, isn’t it?”
She moaned.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled, hard, tilting her head back. It should have hurt, but it just felt *good* - somehow *right*.
“Say it,” he growled. “Say you’re a stupid **** cunt.”
“I’m a stupid… ****… cunt…” breathed Ms Saunders - and with those words, she felt herself orgasming. She moaned, and doubled over, doing her best to keep filming Taya’s **** but feeling barely in control of herself.
And suddenly she wanted Mr Irons’ cock in her more than anything. She wanted to be ****. She *deserved* to be ****.
But she was disappointed. Mr Irons just laughed at her - and then walked away, clearly intending to take a final turn with Taya before releasing her. Ms Saunders felt a sudden hot wave of *jealousy* for the poor abused lesbian - almost *hatred*. How *dare* she steal the **** that Ms Saunders deserved?
But then it was gone, and she began to regain her composure.
Soon the men would be done with Taya, and the girls would be allowed to leave. They would go home - and there would be no more resistance to the idea of performing in public naked from the waist down.
But Ms Saunders also knew, now, that the film she had just created would not *just* be used for controlling the cheerleaders.
No.
It would *also* be the footage she masturbated to, every night for the next week, while fantasising about being **** just like Taya.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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The Lakewood Cheerleaders
They became entertainment for the whole town.
When the Lakewood Senior High cheerleading team accepts sponsorship from the local brothel, the cheerleaders find their uniforms getting sluttier and their routines becoming sexualised. Where will their humiliating descent into objectification end?
Updated on Jul 13, 2023
by AllTheseRoadworks
Created on May 25, 2023
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