The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“This’ll be so fun!” Brittney exclaimed as they pulled up to DJ’s old high school. “I used to go to all the games when I was in school.”

“Dating the quarterback, no doubt,” he said offhandedly, his mind mostly on other matters.

“My freshman year, and my junior year. Sophomore year was the state-ranked tight end, and when I was a senior there was Dave, who was running back. Then Aaron the linebacker, then I was dating Mitch, who was actually on the basketball team, by the time football season ended.”

DJ arched an eyebrow, but didn’t otherwise comment. He was still working on a plan, something he’d not done much of late. So much of what had been happening just seemed to happen. It was complicated by being unsure of exactly what he wanted.

Only a few hours ago, his step-sister Lauren had caught him fucking her mother Morgan, heard her beg for more, debase herself and squeal like a little bitch on his cock. Compounding matters, Lauren knew full well that he’d fooled around with her best friends earlier in the week, curvaceous Jody and leggy Brianne. (All that aside from her amazement that be’d brought home a hot piece of ass like Brittney to begin with.)

She’d fled the house, vowing to never return. Still, he knew tonight was a big home game, and as one of the senior members of the cheerleading squad, he couldn’t imagine her missing it. She’d been in cheerleading since elementary school, and was only kept from the captain position because of some petty political squabble with Taylor Strehan, a conniving viper of a girl if ever there was one. Even as he got out of the car and escorted Brittney into the stands, he was unsure whether he felt bad for shattering her bubble of innocence, or pissed off for her having the audacity to tell him off.

It was already nearly half-time as they entered, and he immediately saw Lauren clapping her hands and calling out inane cheers with the rest of the squad. It made him regret not having gotten a cheerleader uniform for Morgan; they were spitting images of one another, displaced in time by what to the eyes was at most a decade, even if it in reality was more like twice that. Her curly hair was bound in a pony tail high atop her head, and the uniform showed off her toned stomach, athletic legs, and as he kept watching, the occasional glimpse of her rounded butt encased in the electric blue panties.

How strange, to have someone pick your underwear for you based on your high school’s colors.

Could he apologize? Did he have anything to apologize for? Jody and Brianne certainly seemed happy with his treatment of them, and Morgan had cum harder than any girl he’d ever been with. Still, it must not feel that way to her.

Really, as he tried to be honest with himself, he was worried any confrontation would end with her impaled on his dick just like her friends and her mother. DJ hadn’t thought of Lauren that way before, though he wasn’t blind—he knew she was drop dead gorgeous as well as she knew it herself. But it was clear even to him that his power was increasingly going to his head. He’d not wanted to fuck Morgan initially either, but that had happened, and in hindsight he didn’t even regret it.

Increasingly, knowing he wasn’t supposed to or allowed to do something had become his biggest incentive for doing it.

There was Lauren with her fellow cheerleaders, most of whom he’d known to varying degrees for years as they came over for pool parties and sleep-overs. While they were a diverse lot, and some were as yet too young for his tastes, there were some knockouts down there with her. At this point, DJ didn’t even trust himself to go talk to Lauren without having them stripped naked inside of the first two minutes and finish the game cheering in the buff. (It would do wonders for attendance, no doubt.)

After sitting through two touchdowns stewing in indecision, DJ finally decided that he just needed to confront her and let things work themselves out. Alone—he didn’t need another thirty-four tits and seventeen asses there to distract him. Plus two tits and an ass on Brittney, whom he left in the stands with some money for concessions and a promise to be back before too long.

It didn’t take much pushing to get access to the stadium’s PA system. He wrote down a message and arranged to have it read in a few minutes, then hustled back out to the parking lot. Sure enough, he soon heard a loud voice calling out that a dark green Toyota Prius had left its lights on in the lot, then a repetition. From his vantage point near her vehicle, he saw his step-sister make apologies to her squad, then hustle in his direction.

He waited until she was nearly there to reveal himself, and her jaw went tight immediately. “DJ? You set this up?”

“I wanted to talk to you, and I figured it’d be better if we were alone.”

“Really? You don’t want those sluts Jody and Brianne here to ooh and aah over you?”

They’d oohed and aahed? Cool. “No, just you and me. We should talk. About everything.”

“What’s there to say?” she asked, crossing her arms feistily. “You fucked my best friends and my mom. You’re a fucker. Literally, a fucker.”

“Hey, I didn’t force myself on anybody,” he protested indignantly. Which was mostly true.

“I know you didn’t. I confronted them, you know. Brianne told me how she got so horny, she wound up begging you to butt fuck her. And well, I saw the look on Jody’s face as you were spraying it. And Mom… yeah, I think the whole neighborhood heard that.”

He grinned in spite of himself. “Yeah, maybe overdid it on that one. Still, they’re all free-willed people, none of them with complaints, so what’re you so pissed over?”

“I’m not pissed!” she retorted a little too emphatically, then fell awkwardly silent.

“Not pissed? Lauren, you said you were running away from home.”

She looked at the ground, waiting for a group of her fellow students to pass out of earshot before responding. “I wasn’t angry. I mean sure you’re a big geek and a huge social chore and all, but I can put up with all that. You fucked some girls—big whoop, right? I wasn’t mad, I was…” She mumbled something too softly for him to hear.

He asked her to repeat it, stepping closer. “I said I was curious!” she hissed.

His head reflexively cocked to one side like a confused puppy. “Curious? What the hell do you mean, curious?”

She rolled her eyes, though they never returned to meet his. “Look, suddenly out of nowhere you show up with this stupidly hot girlfriend, Brianne and Jody raving about you… shit, even Mom couldn’t resist you all of a sudden. It… makes a girl wonder.”

He stared a moment, then barked out a laugh. “Wait, so you were worried you might want to fuck me too?”

She punched him in the arm, as she had a hundred other times when she’d been annoyed with him, though in the past it had usually been for taking too long in the bathroom or letting her sleep through her alarm. “Shut up, asshole! I didn’t say I was overwhelmed with lust—I just said I was fucking curious, OK! God, shut up!” she repeated.

He held his hands up defensively, fighting to silence his laughter. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… it’s not what I expected.”

She glared at him. “I mean, I never thought of you as my brother—just, like, this creature we kept in the spare room.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled.

“Oh fuck off, not like you had some Harry Potter childhood locked under the stairs, pussy. Anyway, to suddenly find out this creature might actually be useful for something… and the way they talked about it…” she shrugged. “I just couldn’t figure it out is all. I mean, how did you…? What’s your secret? Did you drug them? Hypnotize them? It can’t have been blackmail… can it?”

In the distance, the PA system announced that half-time had commenced and read out the score; the band and flag squad were taking field as the two teams and their accompanying cheerleaders made for their respective locker rooms.

“I just finally hit my stride,” he lied casually, slowly approaching her. She backed away nervously, but not as fast as he was advancing. “Developed some confidence, figured out how to approach girls, and now… well shit, I can basically get any girl I want.”

“Not any girl,” she said defensively as she backed into the trunk of her car. He kept advancing until he was almost touching her.

“Lauren, if I wanted to, I could follow you into the locker room right now and stage an orgy and not one girl would refuse me.”

His step-sister scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. Even if you had a ten-inch cock that vibrated on command and recited romantic poetry until it spurted its marshmallow-flavored jizz, there’s at least one lesbian on the squad and a dozen plus others who wouldn’t give you the time of day. Shit, for barging into the locker room they’d scream bloody murder and have you arrested.”

“Is that a dare?”

“It’s a certainty. Wait, where are you going!” she ran after him as he about-faced and started striding towards the school’s athletic entrance, where the football team and cheerleaders were filing in.

“Going to bang some cheerleaders,” he said casually.

“DJ, no! You’ll ruin my reputation! And be in SO much trouble!” she added as an afterthought.

He kept walking confidently towards his quarry. “Tell you what. I’ll go in alone and you wait out in the hall. If I talk them into it, I’ll send somebody to fetch you.”

“This is insane—you’re going to wind up in jail,” she insisted, still straggling behind.

He stopped just outside the doors, where the last few football players were hustling in. “Let’s call it a bet. If you’re right and I get busted, I’ll promise to never bring Brittney home again, and never lay a finger on Jody or Brianne or Morgan ever again.”

“Or any of my other friends,” she added frostily.

“Sure, or that.”

She eyed him nervously, his confidence almost making her worry he could actually pull off this insane stunt. “And if you do? You know, if you manage to stage an orgy with the cheerleading team?”

He gave her a cocky grin. “You have to join in.”

Taylor Strehan, captain of the cheerleading squad, gathered her squadmates together for a quick mid-game assessment and “pep talk.” Really, this meant dressing down all the stupid cunts who were fucking up their ends of routines, and the usual dietary reminders for the handful of mouth-breathing cows who were embarrassing the squad’s reputation. Lindsay had ballooned up to a fucking size 8 for Christ’s sake! Did she have no standards?

She was annoyed at having to sneak in these talks at halftimes; the coach was usually around during practice, but Miss Nguyen also dealt with those friendless loser flag girls so she was still on the field. Besides, the skimpy uniforms made for the perfect opportunity to showcase their lax discipline.

She was midway through redressing Michele for her fugly haircut when the door opened—and a man walked in! Several of the girls squealed in alarm, Taylor among them, but then she quickly recognized him as DJ Swanson, Lauren’s dorky older brother. She’d known him for years—Lauren had always tried to keep him away when they were over, but still, he lived there. Not that she liked DJ, but still, she’d put up with him hanging out in the locker room. No big whoop.

For her part, Taylor hated Lauren, and had never been a fan of her step-sibling either. He was a loser, through and through, but… Lauren was a genuine threat. Almost as hot as Taylor and with more money, she threatened to hog a spotlight Taylor knew she rightly deserved. If she weren’t out shutting off her headlights, this would be an awesome opportunity to call her out in front of the whole squad for inviting her step-brother in. As it was though, there was no sense making a fuss over his coming into the locker room. He’d seen her in a swimsuit many a time before, and her uniform still covered more than that. The other girls relaxed as well.

“Hey DJ—Lauren’s out dealing with her car, I think,” she said, trying to steer him away so she could get on with her lecture. Allie was on the chopping block next for that hideous scrunchy she was wearing.

He waved a hand dismissively. “I’m not looking for Lauren. I came to have myself an orgy with a locker room full of cheerleaders,” he said casually.

The girls looked amonst each other self-consciously. An orgy? Orgies usually had multiple guys, she was pretty sure, and besides they were in the middle of a meeting. “This is kind of an inconvenient time for that,” she said, trying to be polite in spite of her natural inclination to tear the head off of anyone stupid enough to get in her way.

“Fuck your convenience, Taylor—I see a locker room full of T&A, and I want to take advantage of it. What guy doesn’t fantasize about coming into a room like this and getting it on with a bunch of girls like you?”

Jessica stepped forward, hands on hips. “Girls like us? What’s that supposed to mean? Like we’re some kind of big sluts just because we’re cheerleaders?” Typical Jessica, Taylor thought, always being confrontational over innocuous comments. Way to not keep your cool, idiot.

DJ frowned at her, then walked over to the dry erase board they used for announcements and such and plucked the market from it, walking back over to Jessica as he uncapped it. Right there on her forehead, he started writing in large block letters. B-I-G was put across her forehead; S-L on her right cheek and U-T on her left. It could probably be read from a hundred feet away.

Taylor laughed. Dumb bitch.

“Well, that answers that,” he said, sounding self-satisfied. Jessica looked in the mirror and pouted. “Anyone else have any complaints?”

Taylor timidly raised a hand, and when DJ called on her, said in her most diplomatic voice (which wasn’t saying much), “Look, we still have the second half of the game to get to… are we going to make it back in time or what?”

He laughed. Mother fucker, she thought. “I tell you what—let’s face facts and accept I can’t fuck all of you, and some of you, I don’t want to.” Some of the girls glared indignantly, though privately, Taylor knew which ones he meant and didn’t blame him. Size 8 Lindsay was practically sporting hoofs as far as Taylor was concerned.

He took a few minutes going through the squad one by one, appraising them like it was his own personal meat market. When Taylor’s turn came up, she quietly complied with him as he lifted her skirt to show her butt, then cupped her breasts and patted them appreciatively. This is kind of dehumanizing, but whatcha gonna do.

In the end, he dismissed all the freshmen and sophomores—even Hope, which surprised her, but then she did still look a little too jail-baity—and then whittled down the juniors and seniors until only three remained—Evelyn, Kylee, and Taylor herself. Not much of an orgy, she thought, but she wasn’t complaining. He had them stand aside while the rest waited near the door. Then, of all things, he sent Jessica out to go get Lauren!

I mean, it’s one thing to treat the cheerleading squad like your own personal harem, but it’s another to do it in front of your step-sister.

Jessica lead Lauren in by the hand just seconds later, the latter still looking goggle-eyed at the signage on the former’s face. DJ grinned at her. “So girls,” he said, addressing the squad but looking specifically at Lauren, his tone dramatic, “who knows what time it is!”

It wasn’t an impressive moment in unified cheering, but enough of the girls got the direction of his lead-in that a garbled mix of “orgy time!” and “have an orgy!” and “time for sex!” came back at him. What kind of cheerleaders couldn’t manage something as simple as being asked an excited question and cheering back the one-word answer? Morons.

“You… really fucking did it,” Lauren said, looking mind-blown.

Taylor looked at her rival in a way to convey how obtuse she was being. “Well what were we going to do, say no? We’re not a bunch of bigots, Lauren.”

DJ grinned, then shooed the majority of the squad out of the locker room, giving farewell ass-pinches and booby-honks where he felt the urge. Then he turned on the remaining four girls, his lustful intents writ large on his face. Taylor looked them over herself, admittedly a bit curious as to his taste, since several girls were dismissed that she was sure were just as hot, maybe hotter.

“Why us?” Kylee asked, echoing her thoughts.

DJ looked them over, addressing them one by one. “Different reasons for each of you, actually. Kylee, you I kept around because I had a huge crush on you way back when. Lauren never told you?”

Kylee shook her head, though Taylor knew full well that Lauren had done just that. Lots of guys had crushes on Kylee—she was the quintessential Latina hotty. She was on the short side, but with parts all sized for a Barbie doll most of a foot taller. Full teardrop breasts and a well-rounded ass with a pretty face, and the sort of minimal intelligence that was evident just from listening to her talk for a few seconds (to confirm the vapid smile that usually adorned her pretty face). Without even really meaning to, Kylee had had guys at her beck and call all through school just by being earnest with her ineptitude and being cute and friendly enough to ingratiate herself. In Taylor’s book, she was a first-rate twit.

“Then there’s Evelyn, here. Really, I’ll chalk it up to curiosity. I’ve heard a dozen rumors about what a wildcat you are, and I’ve always wondered how much of it’s true. Today I’ll find out, I reckon.”

Evelyn grinned arrogantly, her vanity piqued. Taylor had heard the same rumors and knew full well the girl was a huge slut, though obviously she couldn’t vouch for the truth of her prowess firsthand. Evelyn was a petite but fiercely sexy young thing with smallish B-cup breasts and a trim waist to match. Her ass was bigger, a bit more muscular, but still fit the rest of her well. She worked part-time on nights and weekends at Hooters, where her tits didn’t bring in much tip money but her magenta-dyed hair seemed to, lending her a raver-girl kind of air. Taylor had snooped in her gymbag more than once hoping to find some ecstasy so she could have an excuse to kick the whore off her team, but no luck yet.

Then he looked at Taylor, striding up in front of her until they were almost nose to nose. She stood her ground, unintimidated by this socially inferior specimen. “Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. You, my dear, are just a fucking bitch.”

Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t remember anyone speaking to her that way in her life. Certainly not since puberty had graced her with this dynamite body. She was tall, with a lot of her height in a pair of long, dancers legs. The pale blonde hair halfway down her back predated pubescence, but she’d started growing it out in sixth grade to hide a pair of unusually large breasts when she’d been too young and stupid to know what an asset they were. She’d have been a shoe-in for the Swedish bikini team. If she were Swedish.

She was just about to retort—politely, of course; this was DJ Swanson here—when he put a hand over her mouth. The nerve! “And you’ve been a bitch to Lauren, which I normally don’t give a shit about, but she’s had a rough week so we’re going to do her a solid. Today, Taylor, you’re going to do everything she tells you to do, and you’re going to do it with a smile on your face.”

Taylor laughed as his hand came down. Tolerating this from DJ was one thing—it made no more sense to fight it than it did to try to fight bad weather or heavy traffic—but from his step-sister, her sworn enemy? “Fat fucking chance,” she spat. “I’m the captain and she’s just another skank on MY team. I don’t take orders in this locker room—I give them.”

The afore-mentioned skank wilted a bit at that, but her step-sib was unfazed as he reached into his pocket and took out his camera. He hit a couple buttons, then handed it to Lauren. “Well that’s your choice, Taylor, but remember, I get to make choices too. For instance, I’m choosing to have Lauren here record this, and if you don’t obey her—smiling, remember—then I’m going to let her distribute the video in whatever way she wants.”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Lauren gave her a you’re-shitting-me look. “Remember when you told everyone about how I got drunk and made out with Patrick Finkus when he DDed at that party last summer? Then you used it to steal the captain position from me? Bitch, I’ll sell this shit to the fucking internet and spread the address to the whole school. To your parents, your minister, your fucking dog. Every pervert who ever googles you will know exactly what you look like naked and squealing like a bitch in heat.”

“Come on, Taylor—don’t be a bitch!” Evelyn pleaded, looking at Taylor like this predicament were somehow her fault. Evidently she was content to be known as a slut, but was squeamish about everyone having firsthand evidence of it.

Kylee nodded earnestly. “Yeah, like, I don’t want everyone to see me being all orgied and everything.”

Taylor gritted her teeth. “Fine. FINE. Let’s just do this.”

Lauren stuck out her tongue. “Don’t forget to smile, cunt.”

Seething, Taylor forced a smile onto her face, the same utterly fake smile she used to subtly flirt her way into favors from teachers. After spending the last two hours smiling on the sidelines, her face practically hurt from it.

DJ turned to his step-sister and nodded. “You’re the director, Laur. Start us off.”

“Not director—captain,” she said decisively. “So you bitches do what I say now. Got me?”

“Yes Captain,” said Evelyn and Kylee in unison. Taylor took a deep breath, smiled hatefully at the camera, then echoed it herself.

“All righty, so if we’re gonna make a little porno here, then let’s make sure we understand our characters. Evelyn and Kylee, you’re both senior cheerleaders, and this stupid bitch here wants on the squad. So today, you’re going to put her through her paces with a little hazing ritual—you’re going to cheer your new recruit through getting used like a cheap whore by an upperclassman.”

DJ looked between Evelyn and Kylee with concern. “Hey now, it’s not much of an orgy if I only get to play with the one girl.”

What, am I not enough for him? That ungrateful prick! Lauren waved for him to shut up. “Just trust me, all right? Now… ACTION!”

Evelyn and Kylee both grinned brightly. Taylor knew they both hated her almost as much as Lauren; they had to be loving this. Evelyn spoke up first. “So hey, Taylor, we found an upperclassman for you—this is DJ. He’s a senior, and you’re going to make his day, all right?”

“Yeah, like totally make his day,” Kylee added brilliantly.

They acted with all the panache of Paris Hilton. Determined to outshine them, Taylor tried to smile shyly at him. “Heya, hot stuff,” she purred. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“This the best you can do?” he said, looking bored. “I’d rather just fool around with you two than waste my time on this ho.”

Lauren laughed. “Yeah yeah, that’s good,” she exclaimed excitedly. “Now girls, each of you has to do a cheer routine to try to entice him to screw you. Taylor, you need to make sure yours is ultra-slutty to get his attention. Go.”

The new captain—(not that it’s official, she reminded herself)—allowed the three of them a minute to come up with something. Taylor figured it wouldn’t be too hard. She was definitely hotter than them, nevermind that DJ was pretending not to notice, and had been taking dance lessons since she was five. She had moves they couldn’t match.

Evelyn went first, and it was instantly clear she wasn’t going to make the contest easy. She shook her ass hypnotically and fondled her little breasts through her uniform as she did a chant in a sultry voice.

“Who’s the new guy that all the girls want?” She pointed to DJ and held up two fingers, a readily understood signal for her audience.

“DJ! DJ!” the other girls chanted. Taylor too.

“Who’s the big stud we all crave in our cunt?”

“DJ! DJ!” they repeated again. Then Evelyn—completely arhythmically—just flipped her skirt up to reveal her bright blue uniform panties and twerked, her fleshy butt jumping and gyrating like it was springloaded. DJ groped it appreciatively Evelyn winked at him over her shoulder.

“All right, let’s see what you got, Kylee,” Lauren interjected. Kylee giggled and withdrew to the far end of the locker room. She did a series of graceful cartwheels until she was back at the far end, grinning brightly.

“Gimme a P!” she yelled.

“P!” They echoed.

“Gimme an E!”

“E!”

“Gimme an N!”

“N!”

“Gimme a U!”

There was a brief pause before she got her requested U. What the fuck is she spelling, “penumbra”?

“Gimme an S!”

“S!”

“Put it together and what did you give me?”

“Penis!” called out Evelyn, Lauren and DJ. Kylee slid down into the splits, her sexy brown legs splayed out to either side of her blue-pantied butt peeking out at the bottom of her tiny skirt.

Taylor rolled her eyes. “You misspelled ‘penis’ you fucking airhead.”

Kylee seemed to think for a moment. “Did I… no, I don’t think I did…” It was like she was counting on her fingers, the way her lips were mumbling through the letters.

“You forgot to smile, bitch. Why don’t you do your brilliant routine, then we’ll give you a chance to make it up to Kylee,” Lauren said, smirking.

Her “routine” had been planned as a few well-rehearsed high-kicks, flips and dance moves; now Taylor knew she’d need to do something more risque to win this competition and stop Lauren from wrecking her social life. Her brain raced to come up with something new in a hurry, something even sluttier than the two spectacularly slutty routines that had just preceded her.

“One second!” she yelped, darting behind a row of lockers. She’d need whatever edge she could get here, so she took a moment to slide off her cheerleading panties, then got rid of her sports bra with a little struggle to get it off without removing her top. She used the precious extra seconds to come up with a few lines.

Without much confidence in what she’d come up with, the once and future captain came back around to where the other girls were sharing a mischievous grin with DJ. “Well, whatcha got for us newbie?” he asked imperiously.

Taylor stood right in front of him and began, gladder than ever for her modest gift for rhyming.

I’m so glad I’ve got big tits!

‘Cause then my man can squeeze ’em like this!

And when I slip and give him sass

He can bend me over and smack my ass!

I can’t get enough of that stuff in his nuts

’Cause I wanna be one of his little sluts!

He can fuck my little puss, or fuck my jiggly tits

But I love it best when he jams it ’tween my lips!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay DJ!

Throughout the routine, she put his hands on her body parts as she named them, kissing and grinding against his crotch as it went on. She finished with an actual dance move she’d learned in couples dance class, kicking high and spinning, letting the foot come to rest on her partner’s shoulder. She used it to pull him in to a scorching open mouth kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth as her thighs and glutes started burn from being more than 180 degrees split. Her bare pussy was pressed against his crotch, and she could feel his cock hardening against her.

He kissed her back for a long moment, nearly to the point where she almost had to fall backwards so she could lower her leg, but he released her just in time. Taylor wobbled unsteadily on her feet a moment, not having been sufficiently stretched for such a thing.

“So, Mr. Judge, how do you score your little slut squad?” Lauren asked.

He looked first to Evelyn. “Great moves, awesome twerk, perfect ass. I give it a 9.3.” 9.3? In competition, even aside from the slutty words, that would have been like a 4.5 at best. Evelyn winked at him suggestively.

“Kylee,” he said, turning his attention to the brightly beaming Latina. “Such great energy and intensity and enthusiasm. Still, spelling does count for something, so we’ll call it a 9.0.” Kylee didn’t seem to mind the penalty, thanking him with a long kiss of her own.

DJ looked to Taylor with scrutiny. She preened, thrusting her chest forward and her butt backward. And smiled. Gotta remember to keep smiling. “Now Taylor, you had quite a little chant there—good rhythm, very very slutty—you’re a natural at talking like a little hooker. Had practice?” The girls laughed at his joke. Laughed at her. She reddened in embarrassment and anger at the same time.

He continued. “You really put yourself out there, used that T&A of yours well. Still, I do have to penalize you for not wearing your required uniform.”

She sputtered. “What! I ditched my underwear so I could be sluttier for you! That was supposed to gain me points, not cost me!”

“Well, the contest was to be the sluttiest girl in a cheerleading uniform, not the sluttiest girl in part of a cheerleading uniform.” She wanted to snarl at him, but made herself smile, radiating understanding and apology. Lauren was such a bitch for putting her through this.

He took a long moment looking between the girls, deliberating internally, before he announced her score. “So, after the penalty, that gives you… a 9.4!” She jumped for joy—or her character did, at least—and Kylee and Evelyn hugged and congratulated her. It did actually feel a little good to win, even if the game was fake. And rigged. Damn bullshit penalties.

“So I’m on the squad?” she asked timidly, face full of feigned hope. I OWN this fucking squad, damnit!

“Hooooold on there, Trigger,” Lauren admonished. “You just won the chance to prove you’re worth testing further.”

“Oh gee golly, thanks Captain!” Taylor said. She was smiling still, if acidly. “What’s the next test?” Let’s get this over with so I can get back on the field.

“Next, we need to see if you have a real cheerleader body. You got a decent face, but what about the rest? Let’s check out the top end first.”

Taylor understood. She slid down the zipper on the side of her uniform and let the top slide down to the floor. “Damn, little slut doesn’t even wear a bra,” said Lauren. “All right squad, let’s show our judge what real cheerleader titties look like.”

Evelyn and Kylee each took off their own tops, followed by the sports bras beneath. Evelyn’s small tits rode high on her chest, tiny near-black nipples hardening immediately. Kylee’s breasts were big (though still a couple cups behind Taylor’s F’s), and had mahogany brown nipples standing out against her lighter brown skin. She giggled as DJ squeezed them; Evelyn blew a kiss as he did the same to hers.

“Now we’ll do a thorough inspection of our recruit… girls, hop to it.” Taylor held her ground, folding her arms behind her back as the girls, flanking DJ, approached her. They cupped and prodded and lifted and tapped and pinched and tweaked her like a piece of meat.

“Not bad,” Evelyn said neutrally. “A little too big for my tastes—way more than you can hold in one hand, so what’s the point.”

Kylee nodded sagely, stupidly. “I think they’re, like, super cute. And look, she tans topless! Totally no tan lines—very classy, Tay.”

DJ looked unconvinced though. “Let’s find out how sensitive they are. Girls, each of you take one and suck it.”

With a quick self-conscious look between them, they dove in, Kylee on her right tit, Evelyn on the left. Lauren moved in and got it from several angles, making sure to zoom in on each of the girl’s faces, catching Kylee sucking it in and out of her mouth like it was a big squishy popsicle, Evelyn lashing it with her tongue as if it had wronged her in another life. Taylor didn’t know what her own face looked like; she was incredibly uncomfortable having two girls sucking on her tits—on camera, no less—but it felt fucking wonderful.

Then, just as she was starting to forget her nerves and lose herself in the pleasure, DJ pulled them back. Taylor gasped as Kylee suctioned her lips around a nipple, pulling the heavy boob with her for a long second as she stood back upright. She found herself breathing hard in spite of herself; Lauren was giving her a mocking look, but she made herself just smile for the camera.

(DJ had asked her to, after all.)

“Must be pretty sensitive, if you could get her good and ready just from handling her hooters,” DJ said, stepping in close.

“Hey, Evelyn totally works there!” Kylee said, giggling. “But like, she totally has the littlest hooters here! Isn’t that funny?”

“Hilarious,” Evelyn said dryly.

DJ couldn’t easily lift Taylor’s skirt; they didn’t have those old-fashioned types that would flare out when you spun, but rather the more modern fashion, which were basically short stretchy mini-skirts with slits on either side most of the way up to their waists. Lauren knelt at her feet, aiming the camera up at Taylor’s snatch, and DJ simply tugged the garmet up until it bunched around her waist like a belt.

“No panties either—Jesus, are you auditioning to be a cheerleader or a prostitute?” Lauren said in disgust.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Taylor groused in spite of herself.

“Fuck me? Bitch, am I? Well, let me just set this to live-stream and upload the link to the whole senior class,” Lauren said, lowering the camera to tinker with buttons.

“No! No no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again!” Taylor pleaded. “Please, please don’t do that!”

DJ shrugged apathetically; he’d get to fuck her regardless, and obviously dicking Taylor Strehan would do nothing but good for his rep. Lauren seemed to consider. “All right, but that’s the final warning. And from now on, I don’t want you to just be an eager applicant—I want you to be the stereotypical cheerleader bimbo. Slutty, stupid, every inch of you made to please men.”

“What, you mean like Kylee?”

Kylee glared, though on her adorable face it looked more of a pout. “That was mean, Taylor. For that, I’m adding to the list: refer to yourself in the third person. But now your name is Taylortits.”

Taylor opened her mouth to protest, but Lauren’s finger poised imperiously over an unseen button on the phone screen was enough to cut her off and, with a herculean effort, return a smile to her face.

“Better,” Lauren said, lowering the threatening finger. “Now apologize to Kylee.”

Kylee folder her arms beneath her bare breasts expectantly. “I’m sorry I said you were a bimbo,” she said with incongruent cheeriness.

“Who’s sorry?” Evelyn asked, smirking.

I am going to murder these bitches. “Taylortits.”

They laughed to hear her say it. “Taylortits what?”

“Taylortits… is sorry.”

Kylee tweaked Taylor’s nipple, hard. “C’mon, do it better. You like totally don’t sound nearly stupid enough, Taylortits.”

Taylor thought of the homecoming game her sophomore year; the team lost by forty points, it was forty-some degrees and rainy, and she’d caught her boyfriend cheating on her the day before.

Even then, keeping a smile on her face had been easier.

Her voice raised an octave and a half, and she forced her eyes open wider and showed as many teeth as she could. “Like, O-M-G Taylortits is for sure super seriously sorry! Taylortits forgot she needs to be a good girl!”

There was a long wait as Lauren, Evelyn and Kylee struggled to recover from their gales of laughter. DJ, however, barely chuckled. He just looked at Lauren with a predatory gleam. Great, he gets off on this shit. Even the other two topless cheerleaders didn’t get a glance.

“All right, all right,” Evelyn managed eventually. “Now, ah, Taylortits, I think DJ was about to check you to see if you’re ready.”

Mother fuckers. “Oh yeah! Taylortits slippery wet cunt is, like, always ready for cock! Here, see?” She took Evelyn’s hand and touched it to her labia—which were indeed still wet from the full-titty tongue bath. She meant it to make Evelyn uncomfortable, but the pink-haired girl just grinned and slid a couple fingers in, probing inside of her. Taylor gasped in surprise (and maybe a little excitement) as she was fingered by her squadmate.

“I think she feels nice and ready. Kylee, you wanna double-check for me?” Kylee was happy to, circling behind Taylor and slipping a finger in alongside Evelyn’s. Taylor’s eyes closed at the intimate sensation, the other girls’ bare tits pressed against her front and back.

It felt so good she was actually a little upset when they pulled out. “She’s ready for you,” Kylee confirmed to DJ.

“Let her clean your fingers off,” Lauren said.

Evelyn, then Kylee, stuck their sticky wet fingers out in front of her mouth, and Taylor sucked them clean. She’d never tasted her own juices before, and this venue didn’t endear the flavor to her.

At Lauren’s urging, she made a show of it; while she did so, DJ casually removed his clothes. He was already fully erect, and she was frankly pretty shocked to see the quality of gear her squadmate’s otherwise geekishly forgettable brother was packing. Maybe this orgy wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Taylor hooked her thumbs in her waistband and prepared to shed her skirt when DJ stopped her with a firm hand. “Leave it on. How else would I know I’m fucking a cheerleader?”

“You got it, sexy,” she chirped. “Taylortits will dress however you want.”

“Good girl,” Evelyn chimed in approvingly. “Now get down on your knees.”

Cognizant of Lauren’s threat looming—and not wanting to be rude to DJ—she obeyed. He didn’t hesitate a moment before basically stabbing the thing into her mouth even as she was opening it, and moments later, she was gagging on it, coughing around the blockage in her throat.

Kylee squatted down beside her and twisted one of Taylor’s nipples again. “Like, less coughing more sucking, dumb-dumb,” she said, tittering happily at having a chance to mock someone else the way she herself was often teased. (Except I’m not an actual dumb-dumb, you stupid bitch.)

DJ grabbed the top of the Latina’s head and tilted it to look up at him. “If you’re going to be down there, be a dear and help out, Kylee.”

Taylor wanted to smirk. She’d heard Kylee go on more than once about how she hated sucking cock and wouldn’t do it if her life depended on it, yet here she was faced with the one guy she’d have to tolerate it from.

Alas, it was hard to smirk with a dick buried to the hilt in your mouth.

Taylor pulled back and started running her lips and tongue up one side of the shaft; Kylee took the hint and did the same with the other. They playfully fought for who could get it in their mouth, gently shoving one another away and taking lead. Shoving soon became groping and fondling, both keenly aware that they were expected to turn this into an orgy, and what kind of orgy didn’t have hot lesbians feeling one another up?

Kylee was definitely having a hard time feigning enjoyment though; her face definitely showed her displeasure pretty keenly. DJ didn’t seem to care though. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Kylee, seeing that pretty little face of yours on my dick. You belong down there on your knees, right alongside Taylor,” he said, grunting and pumping into her mouth. Taylor, neglected, tongued his balls. She didn’t care for blowjobs either, though she did what she had to for a guy, and here, it was clear what the expectations were.

Evelyn, who had been sitting on nearby bench with a hand shoved down the front of her panties to amuse herself while she watched, eventually drew a bit of his attention. “Ev, go eat out Lauren,” he ordered off-handedly.

“DJ!” his step-sister squeaked. As if that fucking cunt has room to be embarrassed.

“You lost the bet. Now get your panties off and play along, before I decide to have you and Taylor switch jobs.” Taylor perked up at that, praying silently for such a reversal of fortune. There was no such luck, however; Lauren set down the phone—in a position where it could keep recording—and shed her little panties. Evelyn was eating her out moments later.

Things accelerated from there. The sounds of Lauren and DJ moaning were contagious, and soon Kylee was fingering Taylor, and Taylor grudgingly did it right back. Before long DJ was ready, ordering Kylee to jack him off until he came all over her and Taylor’s faces. He personally removed Lauren’s top so she was as half-naked as the rest of them; she supposed he’d never seen her jugs before. She grudgingly conceded they were pretty nice boobs; smaller than hers but with large, puffy pink nipples.

While he recovered, DJ paired them off for 69ing, laying Lauren and Taylor on their backs and having Kylee and Evelyn mount them, respectively. Taylor had never been eaten out by a girl before, and while she wanted to be able to criticize Evelyn’s technique, she had to hand it to her—she was a fucking pro. She came four times; Evelyn eventually shoved a finger up her ass and yelled at her to quit being a selfish cunt and forgetting to reciprocate. Bitch doesn’t even realize it’s just making me keep half-trying—that finger feels awesome.

Lauren and Kylee sounded like they were having fun, too, though she could care less.

She had come to think she was done playing the bimbo, but as DJ got hard again from watching them, he addressed them. “All right, that’s enough. Everybody on your hands and knees, asses toward me. Now I know you little sluts would rather have a man’s dick than a girl’s tongue, so time for you to prove you really want it. Taylortits, you especially—don’t think I forgot you need to earn your spot on the squad.”

God damnit. The girls obeyed with varying degrees of haste, and soon there was a row of gorgeous asses staring at him. Kylee wagged hers enticingly; Evelyn reached back to finger herself and spread her lips wide for him; Taylor did the splits and humped herself against the ground as her giant boobs squashed outwards, visible on either side of her torso.

The begging began in a cacophany of soft, freshly-licked feminine voices pleading and whining and demanding and whimpering. Taylor, nervous he’d take note if she didn’t play along, heard herself say, “pwease, Mister DJ, pwease fucky fuck widdle Taywortitties drippy-wippy little wanty-cunty! She needs cock, like, super duper bad! Pweeeeeease!”

It was humiliating, of course—except then there was Lauren, ordered to beg her step-brother for his dick. She was on her hands and knees beside them, but wasn’t moving, wasn’t speaking. He let it slide, though; his first move was to settle in behind Kylee and start pumping into her. Unlike the blowjob, this she didn’t mind so much—she was squealing and grunting and moaning like she was on cloud nine.

DJ snapped his fingers at Taylor and gestured; taking the hint, she moved to flank Kylee with Evelyn. He fingered them both roughly as he fucked her, and with their skirts hiked up to bare most of their butts, he spanked them every time he felt like their pleading to have a turn wasn’t sincere enough. (Taylor got spanked more, which she thought was completely unfair, since Lauren wasn’t even trying.)

Finally he bucked Kylee off of him, sending her sprawling across the tile floor in a heap as he switched over to Evelyn. She gyrated her hips and narrated exactly what she was doing with her pelvic muscles to heighten his pleasure; it seemed to be working because soon he gave her the same treatment as Kylee. As he positioned himself Taylortits—ugh, my name is Taylor, not Taylortits—he directed Kylee and Evelyn to make out for his amusement. Evelyn pounced on the raven-haired beauty in an instant.

Still, he didn’t stick it in Taylor’s pussy. What was he waiting for? “Um, like, are you gonna drill Taylortits’ snatchy snatch? ’Cause she suuuuper wants you to!” And she did, really—she was goddamn horny now, and she at least wanted some decent sex to balance out the rest of this whole maddening encounter.

“I’ll fuck you, slut… just as soon as you get Lauren over here and involved.”

Taylor look over at Lauren, who was now looking back wide-eyed. Touching that bitch Lauren in a sexual way was the last thing she ever wanted to do on this earth, but… DJ had asked for it. There was no sense being intolerant of a simple request that didn’t really cost her a thing. Forcing down the dread and self-loathing, she turned to the fake coach bitch and did her best.

“Lauren? Come on, don’t you wanna get fucked? His cock is like super DUPER hard for us, and I just know we’ll love it. Taylortits is a big ol’ slutty slut, but she knows his will be the biggest bestest cock of all. Come on over here, Coachy, and let’s be little fuck sluts together! It’ll be SO fun and I can suck your tits or lick your pussy or whatever you want and I’ll mmmmf!”

She was cut off as Lauren suddenly put a hand over her mouth, rising to her knees. “Sorry, I know it’s funny and all, but God is she fucking annoying.”

DJ laughed. Kylee squealed as Evelyn’s index finger gave her asshole a working over like she had with Taylor earlier. “C’mon over. Let me get a handle on those tits of yours.” DJ lifted Taylor out of the splits and into a standard doggy style position, then she felt him pat her ass. A moment later, Lauren was sitting on top of her butt; the added weight was brutal on her poor knees, but Taylortits didn’t have the luxury of complaining.

And so DJ began drilling her pussy finally as he sucked on his step-sister’s tits, the latter no longer fighting the rising tide of lust at being groped and squeezed by him. Taylor didn’t much care what he did to the other girl as long as he kept fucking her; his girth felt incredible inside her.

It went on for some time before he paused; she heard a disappointed pouty noise from Lauren above her. “Moment of truth, Laur,” he said, panting. “I can keep going and cum in this bitch, or you can find out what you’ve been missing. Up to you.”

“I don’t know…” she said hesitantly.

His voice address the whole group. “Girls, tell her what you think she should do. Be honest.”

“Oooh! Oooh ooh ooh!” Kylee cried out, like she was eager to give an answer in class. “You totally should! He’s got a nice cock, and like, you’re not actually related or anything so big whoop. I totally made out with my cousin whose dad married my aunt once and it was totally OK!”

God, you somehow still manage to sound even dumber than I can pull off.

“I say go for it,” said Evelyn. “I’d be lying if I said he was the best lay I’ve ever had, but always better to risk regretting trying something than to risk regretting not trying it, right? Go wild, doll.”

My turn. “And like, Taylortits totally wants his cum in her! So no, you shouldn’t because his cock is the bestest and she wants it all for her slutty self!”

“Well that settles it,” Lauren said. “I’ll do it, if for no other reason than to spite this cunt.”

She practically leapt off Taylor’s back, tackling DJ backwards onto the cold tile floor. She impaled herself on him almost immediately, sitting up and riding him in a steady rhythm as she thrashed her hair from side to side.

“Holy FUCK DJ, I finally fucking get it. You’re… you’re… you’re fucking amazing,” she moaned.

DJ snapped his fingers to the other girls, who quickly came over to surround the happy couple. At his direction, Kylee and Evelyn took a boob apiece and started sucking and squeezing and fondling. Lauren’s whole body quivered from the overload of it all.

“Um, like, what about Taylortits?” she asked, feeling a bit wounded at being overlooked. He pointed, and her heart dropped into her gut as she saw where. Still, even though it was her hated rival… some things just had to be tolerated.

Taylor dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled around behind Lauren’s back, then leaned down and started licking at her ass. It was horrible and degrading and disgusting and humiliating and she would never ever be able to look Lauren in the eye ever again. She’d definitely never be able to look at Lauren from behind again.

Lauren, however, shrieked at the added sensation and started bouncing and rocking herself with wild abandon, relying almost entirely on her trio of cheerleader sluts to keep her aloft. Soon—or maybe it was an hour, she couldn’t tell how long she was tongueing the bitch’s ass—Lauren and DJ came in unison, though she still trembled and gyrated for some time after until he was finally too soft to be of any more good to her. The four girls, exhausted from their respective labors, all fell backwards onto the tile floor, panting alongside DJ.

Once they recovered, he guided them to the locker room’s shower area; he personally washed each of them one by one. Kylee and Evelyn kept making out when they weren’t being attended to, then he had the four of them group up to wash him. When they eventually finished, they went back to the locker room area where the four girls sat around naked, taking shifts of a few minutes at a time licking and sucking at DJ’s cock while someone’s hands—his, another girl’s, whoever’s—probed around at their tits and pussies. Everyone lost count of their orgasms.

There was a commotion at the door, and suddenly, there was the rest of the squad. Even knowing there had been an orgy in the planning here, they gaped at the site of their captain—Taylor, not Lauren, she reminded herself—and three of their senior members engaged in it.

“So who won?” Lauren asked, and the naked girls all fell to giggling.

“You’re looking at him,” said DJ.