"I'm going to do what?" I shouted in disbelief. Normally I just kept my emotions in check when dealing with Nicole, but her statement sounded crazy even for the life I was forced to live.
"I said you are going to fuck the senior cheerleaders at my high school," repeated Nicole as she filled me in on the days events.
Several weeks ago I stripped at Jessica's 18th birthday party. The youngest senior on the cheer squad, Jessica and I were close to the same size and Nicole wanted me to get her junior year school and competitive cheer uniforms. Things got a little wild and I performed oral sex on each of the six girls twice. Word of the lesbian cheer 'orgy' spread quickly including how each girl thought I was better at oral then their respective boyfriends.
Their boyfriends were surprisingly not angry. Here was a group of boys who would resort to punches if another guy so much as looked at their girlfriend, yet were enthusiastic and encouraging. Boasting they were better at the real thing and their girlfriends could play with me, or any other girl, as much as they wanted. Several had even convinced their girlfriends to go with them to Sideshow to watch my pretend sister April strip.
It seemed Nicole got into a debate with the boys on how a lesbian with a strap-on would be better than a guy. While the boys agreed that a lesbian was better at oral they were experts with a dick and no silicone replica would compete. In the end the boyfriends agreed to let me fuck their girlfriends and have them vote who was best.
The fact that one girl was going to have sex with all six women just seemed like a positive. Their only condition was the size of the dildo. Nicole thought it would be kinky to use the one molded from Annette's deceased husband's penis. The spirit of his dick living on and claiming a group of cheerleaders was too much for her to resist. After describing the appendage the boys laughed stating it was smaller and inferior to theirs. Several even seemed to suggest that a larger one would be needed to make the competition fair.
"Guys can be so stupid when they think with their little heads," laughed Nicole. "They believe just because they can get a hard-on they are the ultimate sex machine. It's going to be so much fun to make their supposed big dicks curl up between their legs. If we can get the women comfortable having sex with a female and accept their new partner they can be seduced, and seduction leads to great sex."
I wanted to argue how crazy this was. Before Nicole, I was a virgin. Now I have a girlfriend who is more my mistress than my partner, requiring me to have several causal relationships on the side and to seduce a number of other women. Yes, I had already performed oral sex on each of the cheerleaders but this was taking it a step too far. I would be intimate with each woman sharing a sexual experience. However, I knew Nicole and Susan would give me no choice. If Nicole wanted me to have sex with the cheerleaders I will have sex with the cheerleaders.
In preparation, we spent hours profiling each cheerleader, with Kathy, who harbored a crush on each of the girls, filling us in on their likes and dislikes and, to her enjoyment, playing there proxy. By the weekend Nicole had a game plan for each of the five targets. Even the order was carefully planned. Stephanie, the morning person in the group, would be first at 7:00 AM, followed by Veronica, Kathy, Jessica, Hannah and lastly Tamara. Each getting a two-hour slot and an hour in between for me to prepare for the next girl until 11:00 PM. After each encounter the girl would spend the rest of the day and night with one of the junior cheerleaders so there would be no discussions before the big vote.
As usual, Nicole controlled everything from the plan of attack to the clothes I would wear for each date. I just blindly obeyed, not realizing Nicole had somehow got me excused from going to school on Friday or that both my parents were away for the weekend. My dad with his new lover Professor Kalmer and my mom spending the weekend with April her/my pretend daughter/sister and mistress. I could hardly sleep that night and by Saturday morning all of Nicole's preparations were complete and I nervously sat in my parents living room waiting for Stephanie to arrive.
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At 6:45 I spotted Stephanie, a little early just as Nicole had predicted. It also looked like Nicole guessed right on my clothing as she was dressed similarly in a pair of loose fitting yoga pants and a t-shirt. Even dressing down for our encounter her all American cheerleader looks shone through. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was beautiful even without makeup. Images of her in her bikini from Jessica's birthday party filled my mind. Her firm D-cup breasts and full ass replacing the concealed image approaching my house. The nervousness I felt in my stomach was coming to a boil.
"Relax," I said to myself. "Nicole wants me to do this. I have to do this for my mistress. Just follow her orders." With that I stood up to greet my newest lover.
"Good morning Stephanie," I announced as I opened the door, "please come in."
"Thank you," replied Stephanie nervously as she entered my house.
The few moments we stood there quietly felt like an eternity. "Would you like a drink," I asked breaking the silence. "I have mimosa's."
"Yes, please," replied Stephanie.
Walking to the living room I picked up the two glasses Nicole had prepared and handed one to Stephanie. "Cheers," I announced before we both took a drink and I felt the potency. Believing it is just my low tolerance to alcohol and the way Nicole makes drinks I'm oblivious to the fact that Nicole spiked them with liquid ecstasy to help set the mood.
"Thank you for coming," I stated as we both sat on the couch. "I know the situation is a bit awkward."
"Yes it is," laughed Stephanie taking another drink of her mimosa. "I cannot believe my boyfriend actually talked me into having sex with a lesbian."
"Well I hope I can make it a pleasurable experience," I stated turning on the couch to face her. "I think you're beautiful and am happy you agreed to come."
"I bet you plan to say that to all the girls coming to your house today," smiled Stephanie as she took another drink.
"No I mean it," I responded, placing a hand on her leg. "You have a gorgeous face and your body is incredible." But it was her breasts that really held my attention.
"Thank you," responded Stephanie. "Most guys ignore my face and just talk about my body. Sometimes wish I had smaller breasts so boys wouldn't be so focused on them. And lesbians as well," added Stephanie as she turned to face me and catching me staring at her chest.
"I'm sorry," I nervously replied blushing at being caught. "Its just mine are so small that I seem to be attracted to large breasts. They're incredible" Using the seduction as an excuse to reach up and gently caress her chest.
The moment my hands touched her breasts Stephanie gasped and fell back against the arm of the couch. My palms pressed into her soft flesh, while my thumbs rubbed her nipples. My motions were firm but slow and her nipples hardened from my tease. Her head falling back as my hands continued to explore.
"MMM," moaned Stephanie. "A girl hasn't touched by breasts since my friends compared chests when we started puberty. You're much better than my boyfriend. He thinks they're like basketballs.
"I find breasts contribute more to a woman's arousal then their pussy," I purred as my hands become more familiar. Until a woman is truly ready for sex her erogenous zones need much more attention."
Removing my hands I take her empty glass and I place it on the coffee table. With our eyes locked, I each for the bottom of her shirt. Going along with my intention Stephanie helped me pull it over her head. With a little smirk she works to straighten the cups of her bra as my eyes feast on their pleasing roundness. Emboldened, I start exploring her exposed flesh, sliding my hands over her waist and arms, the liquid ecstasy causing our skin to tingle. My hands returning to her breasts I press my palms into her soft mounds.
"You have magical hands," breathed Stephanie as she pressed her body forward.
"Take it off," I ordered as I dropped my hands to her hips.
