6 Times a Day

The last school period of the day brought cheerleader practice. Before the practice started, Katherine took Kim aside when they were in the lockers changing and moved to a more private spot. She whispered quietly into Kim's ear, "I've got a secret, but you can't tell ANYBODY! Can you handle that?"

"Sure. And in fact I've got a juicy secret for you too."

"Cool! But I wanna go first." Katherine looked around to double-check that no one could hear, then she whispered quietly, "Guess what happened to me this morning? Susan kissed me right on the lips! Twice. With tongue! She's totally becoming bi."

Kim asked, "Susan? You mean your-"

"That's the one," Katherine interrupted. She didn't want anyone to say the word "mother" in case someone overheard, even though it seemed that no one was near. "You should see what she's doing to Alan. She was pumping his cock with one of her hands at the same time she kissed me! I just had to tell somebody, and you're the only one I can tell."

Kim was already worked up from lunch, but this ramped up her lust even more. "You can trust me to keep a secret. Damn, that's just too hot! Your... Susan... is just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! When I've seen her at school events, I swear, my heart practically stops!"

Katherine grinned wolfishly. "I know! That happens to me a lot lately, 'cos I see her ALL the time!"

Kim asked with growing excitement, "Can you get me a picture of her doing something like that?"

"No. Even I can see that would be too risky for all of us. Alan would rightfully have my hide for that. But who knows? If she keeps going like this, maybe one day we'll just have to invite you over."

Kim bit her lip in excitement at that thought. "Can you just get me a regular picture of her? Maybe in a bathing suit? That'll help me when I think about her while playing with myself."

Katherine nodded and smiled. "So... what's your big secret?"

Kim grabbed Katherine's shoulders in eagerness. "Your... Alan." She too was trying not to say revealing words like "brother." "He's such a STUD! He's steadily working his way through the entire squad!"

"What? What happened?! Tell me everything!"

"He completed Joy's painting job at lunch. I was there watching, and Heather was too. Things started off normally. I don't think any of us expected anything sexual to happen, especially with Heather there and all. I'd been trying to get Joy hot, but with no joy, if you know what I mean. Then Alan took over, and before you know it he was fucking her like crazy, right in front of us!"

"NO!" Katherine suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"Yes! And it wasn't just any kind of fucking - he really DRILLED her! He was some kind of human jackhammer, just drilling and drilling and drilling so fast and hard that he totally overwhelmed her!"

"NO!" Katherine said again, but this time more like an awed whisper. She was torn between lust and jealousy.

"I swear! I don't even know how it started. I'm sure Joy had no intention of letting him fuck her, especially since she has a boyfriend. But he started working on her pussy to get it ready for painting, and then she was suddenly begging him to do her! When he was done, you should have seen the way she stared at him adoringly. She all but told him he could fuck her again anytime he wanted!"

"Really?"

"Yep!"

Katherine growled. "Dammit! I should be seriously pissed off, except that it's too damn arousing. Especially since I know EXACTLY how she feels!" Her pussy was actually pulsing with need just from hearing about it.

"I know!" Kim quickly agreed.

Heather walked over to them. "Hey. What are you two carrying on about?"

"Private stuff," Kim replied. "None of your business."

Heather barked, "If it happens to either of you, it's my business, since you're part of MY squad. But we'll deal with it later. Let's get organized."

Once cheerleader practice began, Heather took advantage of what she'd learned about Joy during lunch. Although Joy was acting all shy and embarrassed again, Heather now knew that there was a highly-sexual dynamo lurking within, waiting to come out.

Heather and Joy stood on the stage above all the others. Heather clapped her hands to get attention. "Joy has now been painted properly, thanks to Alan. Joy, why don't you show everyone your newly finished paint job?"

"Do I have to?" Joy whined. She looked like she would die of embarrassment, but she was still riding her post-fuck buzz from earlier, so she was very malleable.

"Yes you do," Heather said firmly.

Joy slowly, tentatively, raised her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy to the four other cheerleaders standing below them. Actually, they'd been able to see her pussy even before the skirt was lifted, because she was above them on the stage, causing them to look up at her from below.

Kim whistled in appreciation, causing the others to grin since they all knew that Kim was a lesbian.

"Show them what a nice job Alan did on your pussy lips."

Defending her friend, Janice complained, "Heather, you go too far!"

But Joy said, "No, it's okay. After all, I am getting punished." Reluctantly, she used a hand to pull her labia apart. The contrast between her black-painted skin and the pinkish interior of her pussy was startling.

"This is Joy's week to be punished," Heather said, "so I recommend that everyone punish her as much as possible." Turning to Joy, she said, "Hey, did I tell you you could put your hands down? Keep your pussy lips open."

Joy reluctantly obeyed.

Then Heather turned back to the others. "For instance, if you have an opportunity during practice to stick your finger up her cunt, please do so." Heather led by example, stuffing her fingers into Joy even as the tormented cheerleader continued to hold up her skirt and reluctantly spread her pussy lips wide in apparent invitation.

Joy's face turned beet red, but she didn't dare to stop Heather.

"That's outrageous!" Janice said, angry at the treatment of her best friend. Heather's use of the word "cunt" just made her angrier. "How can you do that? It's way too humiliating!"

"Janice, if you've got a problem with it, you can come up here and get the same treatment. After all, remember what she did. She almost got us all in trouble by tattling. There's a point to all of what I'm doing. We need to get her so that she's enjoying herself by the game on Friday, even though she'll be shaved and naked, so she can be the best cheerleader she can be. So try to arouse her at every turn. Janice, are you going to cooperate or not?"

"No way! I'm going to report you! You're gonna be in so much trouble it's not even funny!"

Heather took Janice aside and spoke to her quietly, so the others couldn't hear. "Janice, I appreciate you sticking up for your friend, but get real. You know who I am. You know my power. I've got most of this squad under my thumb now. If you complain, it'll just be a case of 'he said, she said,' and I've got a LOT of influence with the school officials. Anyway, if you do that, I'll go nuclear on you."

"Shit!" Janice mumbled.

Heather nodded. "I'm trying to run this squad the way it needs to be run. If you get in the way, believe me, I'll crush you." Seeing that her point was made, she stepped back and spoke up. "So, Janice, are you going to see things my way?"

Janice spoke through clenched teeth. "I, uh, I guess I will. But only because you're forcing me to." She glared back at Heather angrily. She cursed under her breath, Fucking bitch! One day she's gonna get what's coming to her. I'm not gonna let her lord it over me like that. I'm not a goddamned wallflower like some of these others!

Heather smiled when she saw Janice squirm with hate, then went on pleasantly, "At least you know who's boss. But since we're seeing such reluctance, I want to make sure everyone will obey this order. Katherine, can you come up here?"

Katherine reluctantly walked up to the stage.

Heather commanded, "And Joy, I want you to bend over the back of that couch, so we can see your ass."

Joy did so, though she was dying of shame.

"All right, Kath" - Katherine hated being called "Kath," which the insensitive Heather knew but sometimes either forgot or did intentionally - "stick your finger in there. That's an order."

Katherine lifted up Joy's skirt and put a finger in Joy's pussy. She pretended to be reluctant to preserve her goody-goody reputation, but actually she was quite enjoying it. She would have loved the situation if Heather hadn't been involved.

Heather had to finally tell her to stop. Then Heather made Kim, Amy, and Janice all do the same.

Kim and Amy were very amenable to the idea, but Janice was another matter.

Janice was the last one to go. She was still seething at Heather, but she obeyed. She said to her best friend, "Joy, please forgive me. I'm so sorry! I promise I'll make it up to you, but I don't want to be kicked off the squad."

"Oh, how touching," Heather said sarcastically. "But Janice, you fail to understand that she's being punished. You will not make it up to her or apologize to her. In fact, since you're being so stubborn, I'm going to make you put a finger up her ass as well."

"What? That's so gross! There's no way."

"There is a way. I swear, if you cross me, I'll make you regret the day you were born. Being kicked off the squad would be just the start of your troubles. Do it. NOW."

Janice sheepishly and reluctantly stuck her finger up Joy's anus. "I'm so sorry, Joy," she whispered.

"You still don't get it, do you?" said Heather testily. "No apologies. I want you to call Joy names. Nasty names. Call her a slut."

Janice closed her eyes, and whispered, "Slut."

"Let's have some more enthusiasm. Speak louder. And use it in a sentence. Let's see some pumping action with that finger while you're doing that."

"Joy, you're a slut," Janice said, louder but without conviction. She reluctantly pushed her finger deeper into Joy's butt, then slowly pulled it back out.

"Wow. Really creative use of the word there," Heather said sarcastically. "You can do better than that. Tell Joy how much she loves what you're doing to her."

Janice tried to drum up more enthusiasm for the task. "Joy, you really like this, don't you? You like how I'm sawing my finger in your butt?" There was silence as Heather waited until Janice penetrated Joy's butt a couple more times. Though she was burning with shame and anger, Janice kept looking at Heather to see whether that would be enough.

Heather nodded approvingly, feeling very smug and happy with the situation.

Janice thought to herself, I swear to God, I will get you for this, Heather! You're going to pay for your cruelty. I'm going to play some kind of horrible trick on you, and you won't even know who hit you or how.

Even so, she continued to abuse Joy as Heather was instructing. "Joy, you're just a slut who likes to take things up your ass, aren't you? In fact, a finger up the ass just isn't enough for you. You need big things in your asshole. Big, nasty things. You need both your holes filled, don't you? How does this feel?" She rammed a finger from her other hand into Joy's pussy even as she kept pistoning a finger in and out of her anus, going faster.

"Janice, no!" cried Joy. She thought, Ohmigod, what's happening to Janice? She's my best friend! What's come over her?

"Shut up, bitch!" Janice answered surprisingly fiercely. Unconsciously she was channeling her anger at Heather into her abuse of Joy. "You like it. Admit that you like it, and that you even love it!"

Janice rammed her fingers in and out of Joy, harder and harder. Janice had gotten quite aroused watching all the other cheerleaders frig Joy, but she'd kept it bottled up inside. She'd secretly lusted after Joy for a long time, but saw that her best friend didn't seem to feel the same way about her. Now her repressed feelings were coming out all at once.

She'd long wanted to be sexual with Joy, but not this way. Unknowingly, Heather was ruining her fantasies about her best friend.

"No, Janice, no! Don't!" Joy cried out.

"You love it! Admit it!" Janice yelled. She no longer needed Heather's encouragement, but was seriously getting into frigging her best friend. In fact, she'd almost forgotten about Heather, she was so lost in the pistoning and her yelling at Joy. She might have come to her senses except that she realized that Joy was actually starting to get into it, and that just drove her onward even more. She continued to abuse both of Joy's holes with complete abandon.

"Look how you thrust your hips back. SLUT! Fucking tramp! You want more, don't you? You're begging for it! You love it!"

Janice was right: Joy in fact was thrusting her hips as if she needed to be penetrated deeper and harder. A part of her was enjoying it, even as her conscious mind was screaming about the abuse. She was so confused that she could hardly think, so she just let waves of mixed feelings wash over her.

"You fucking whore!" Janice yelled. "Making me do this because you can't keep a secret! You did it just because you want us to all fuck you! Fucking cunt!"

Joy's knees buckled as she was hit by a massive orgasm. She fell to the floor.

But Janice collapsed with her, keeping her fingers going, ramming both pussy and butt holes almost violently.

Joy's face was bursting with excitement and lust and shame, even as she moaned and shrieked as if she were in her death throes.

Janice cried, "Slut! Bitch! You love it! Admit it, you lesbo! Lesbo slut! Cum dumpster! You belong on your knees!"

Heather had been watching intently, amazed at what Janice was saying and doing. But now she interrupted, "Okay, that's enough. Very good, Janice." The situation was rapidly slipping out of her control - within just a few minutes she'd gone from having to force Janice to having to stop her.

Janice removed her fingers from Joy and just stood there, dazed. She looked around at the other cheerleaders, who were staring at her in shock. Seeing the others snapped her out of her possessed state. She cringed and blushed at what she had done, then muttered, "Um, yeah. Uh, I'm sorry Joy. Heather made me do it. I'm really sorry."

She thought, What just happened to me there? I'm never gonna live this down! Joy is going to hate me. I just destroyed our friendship. She's my best friend in the whole wide world! May God curse that fucking bitch Heather; this is all her fault. She is soooo dead. I am going to get her for this no matter what, even if it's the last thing I do!

Heather commented, "Janice, you still don't understand about apologizing, but I'll let it slide this time since you executed the rest of my orders so well, not to mention I wouldn't want to have you do that again. Now Joy, get down off the stage and let's begin our practice."

Heather thought, I sure didn't see that coming with Janice. Is everyone on this team secretly repressing so much sexually, or what? How odd. I guess I picked a good team. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I picked them mostly not on skill but by how much they turned me on.

Joy hopped off the edge of the low stage. She kept her head down, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, especially Janice. Now that her humiliation was over, she was already starting to wonder how she could have enjoyed any of it.

She could see that Janice was shook up perhaps even more than she was. She walked up to Janice and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. I forgive you. None of us can cross Heather." Then she nervously moved away, fearful of any more punishment from the head cheerleader.