Betty Lou

BETTY LOU By Carol Collins Thursday afternoon: The school hallway was buzzing with the voices of several hundred students changing classes as Betty Lou Turner opened her locker to put away her books. The five foot two inch very pretty blue-eyed teenager with shimmering waist length blonde hair was nervous. After much soul searching, and some persuasion by some friends, she had decided to try out for the high school cheerleader squad. Being a deeply religious young girl who always dressed very conservatively, Betty Lou had been reluctant to wear such short skirts in front of every one. That, plus the fact that it would be impossible to find a sports bra capable of completely controlling her overly large thirty-six D-cup breasts as the cheerleaders jumped up and down while leading the enthusiastic fans in cheers. It was ultimately the encouragement of Becky Hamilton, the team captain, and Mrs. Jill Fuller, the cheerleader coach, which swayed Betty Lou's decision to apply. Betty Lou's friends wished her luck as she went to Mrs. Fuller's office to find out if her cheerleader application had been approved. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she timidly knocked on the office door with so many pictures of cheerleaders taped to it. Betty Lou twisted the doorknob and went inside when she heard Mrs. Fuller's voice telling whomever was knocking to enter. Jill Fuller, an attractive five foot eight inch married thirty year old short haired blonde with three children, served as high school cheerleader coach and part time guidance counselor. There had been strange rumors about her and a couple of male students, just like there were some wild rumors about the entire cheerleading squad, but, Betty Lou chalked them up to jealous lies perpetrated by girls who were not accepted on the squad. "Good afternoon, Betty Lou. Won't you please have a chair? Becky will be joining us in a moment." Betty Lou nervously sat on the edge of a seat as she awaited the decision. She had been afraid that cheerleading activities would interfere with her Bible studies, but when Mrs. Fuller told her that she would set an example for all girls to follow, she had applied for membership on the team. Then, after practicing cheers with Becky for almost a month, Betty Lou found herself enjoying the physical activity and the close companionship that formed between the two teenage girls. The tryouts were held in the gym the day before and Betty Lou, like the other four candidates, wore the required shorts and a tank top as they cheered their hearts out. The too tight top and shorts that Becky supplied her accentuated Betty Lou's hourglass figure. As she had jumped up and down, even her sports minimizer brassiere had difficulty keeping her large breasts from bouncing. It had been embarrassing for Betty Lou when the students applauded louder for her than any other cheerleader candidate. Becky entered Mrs. Fuller's office without knocking. She smiled and winked at her friend. Her curly chestnut brown hair hung half way down her shapely back and she was dressed in her cheerleader tight tank top and short skirt as she sat in a chair next to Betty Lou. Mrs. Fuller announced, "Betty Lou, the committee voted to accept you as a member of the high school cheerleading squad. Congratulations!" Becky hugged the excited blonde as Jill Fuller walked around her desk to also hug the voluptuous figured teenage girl. Betty Lou was too excited to notice that the older woman's embrace was just a little too close and lasted a moment too long as their breasts were pressed together and a long leg slipped between her own to apply a momentary gentle pressure to her pubic mound. Mrs. Fuller added, "Becky has your uniform in a new carry bag with your name monogrammed on it. You can try it on here and, if you wish, wear it home." Betty Lou asked if she could try on the uniform when she got home but Mrs. Fuller insisted that she try it on now, in her office, so they could see if it fit correctly. Actually, Betty Lou was nervous about changing clothes in front of others. Mrs. Fuller informed the new cheerleader that she would having to change clothes in front of her and the rest of the squad on many occasions so to get over being shy and bashful. "Besides, Betty Lou, we are all girl's here. The door is closed and Becky can lock it. You don't have anything that I have not already seen before many times over." Jill Fuller sat behind her desk to watch the young blonde slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing a white satin minimizer brassiere almost over flowing with succulent teenage breast meat. Jill's hand was hidden from view beneath her desk as it slowly caressed her inner thigh, gently moving the fabric of her modest knee length skirt in circular motions against her nylon covered leg. Betty Lou unzipped her own skirt, unbuttoned the closure and let it and her white satin slip slowly slide down over her hips, exposing a pair of white satin granny panties covering her almost flat tummy and round shapely buttocks. Jill's fingers moved up above the tops of her own thigh top stocking, past the couple of inches of smooth bare skin, to press her skirt fabric into the silk crotch of her panties. The one-inch diameter ring piercing Mrs. Fuller's clitoral hood kept her clit stiff almost all the time by always rubbing against it. The added incentive of watching the most beautiful teenage girl in the school changing her clothes for the first time made Jill Fuller cum as Betty Lou turned around, giving her coach a view of her long silky blonde hair, perfect back, wonderful panty covered bottom and extremely sexy figure. Becky Hamilton loudly hummed a school fight song to cover up Mrs. Fuller's soft moans as the older woman had a small orgasm. Becky tried to talk her friend into removing her white satin granny panties before putting on the color co-ordinated cheerleading panties, but she was just too shy to take them off in front of others. Becky pointed out that they might show around the leg openings, but Betty Lou said she would be careful not to let her skirt get high enough to let anyone see her panties before she had a chance to change them at home. Both Jill Fuller and Becky were disappointed that they did not find out if Betty Lou shaved her pubic hair, trimmed it, or let it grow wild. The cheerleading uniform top was fairly tight on Betty Lou. Even her minimizer brassiere could not hide the fact that this is one well-endowed blonde beauty. There was a gap between the bottom of the top and the waistband of the skirt that bared her belly button, three or four inches of smooth silky skin and emphasized her tiny waist. The hemline of the flouncy skirt only came three or four inches below the crotch of Betty Lou's panty crotch. She was a relatively short girl, but the short wide skirt made her legs look impossibly long. As Betty Lou studied her reflection in the mirror, she was almost horrified to see how much of her flesh was exposed by the cheerleader uniform. She thought to herself, "The other girls don't look like this!" as she tried to tug and pull the uniform to cover more of her exposed flesh. Jill Fuller thought to herself, "The other girls don't look like this!" as she strummed her clit ring a few more times, giving herself another orgasm as she imagined all the lewd and obscene things that she and the other cheerleaders would do to the beautiful Bible toting teenage over the next few weeks. Becky grinned as she hummed the school fight song again to mask the cheerleading coach's moans as she thought, "Damn, the other girls don't look like this!" It took some persuasion, but Becky and Mrs. Fuller convinced Betty Lou to wear her new uniform home. Mrs. Fuller had already called Mrs. Emma Turner, Betty Lou's mother, and had given her the good news that her daughter had been voted onto the cheerleading squad. Jill had asked her to pick up her daughter after school since she would be wearing her uniform for the first time and would no doubt be too self-conscious to ride the bus home from school. Jill had told the mother to be proud of her daughter and to encourage her to wear her uniform with pride, even though it would be more revealing that her normal clothing. Jill had pointed out that bragging about how beautiful Betty Lou is in her uniform will help her grow up to be a better person. Emma had agreed to do so. When Emma Turner arrived to pick up her daughter, Jill Fuller saw that she was an older version of Betty Lou. She was about five foot tall, a natural blonde, a pretty face, big blue eyes, large breasts, a narrow waist for a woman about to approach middle age, round hips, relatively long legs and tiny feet. Jill had come to prefer the tight and tender bodies of teenage girls, but even though Mrs. Turner, like her religious teenage daughter, tried to hide her voluptuous body under conservative clothing, it was easy to see that she was beautiful. Emma Turner's first reaction to seeing her daughter in her skimpy cheerleading uniform was to say that it was far too revealing, however, her previous telephone conversation with the school's coach had prepared her. Instead, Emma said, "My Lord! Betty Lou, you are beautiful!" Emma saw her daughter blush as she smiled at her mother. Her baby girl looked so sweet that Emma gave Betty Lou a maternal hug. Jill thought of the mother/daughter possibilities and had to move her hand away from her clitoral hood ring before she came so hard she certainly would have given herself away. Jill smoothed out her skirt, stood up behind her desk, leaned forward, using her left hand on her desk to steady her trembling legs, and offered Betty Lou's mother her right hand in a handshake as she said, "I am so glad to meet you, Mrs. Turner. Now that Betty Lou is a cheerleader, we can become close friends. Do not forget that we have a training session this weekend at my home that will last from Friday evening to Sunday night. Betty Lou can bring a bag of clothing in the morning and ride home with me tomorrow after school." "What about going to church on Sunday?" Emma Turner asked, "Betty Lou and I go to church every Sunday morning. With her father in the road construction business and out of town for weeks at a time, we never miss going to church." Jill explained that it was an intensive training session mainly for the benefit of new cheerleaders and that Betty Lou should be there all weekend. And, she added, since the training is so focused, the telephone will be disconnected and the cell phones will be turned off. Emma reluctantly agreed to let her daughter miss church services for such important training. For the first time in many years, Emma would go to Sunday church services alone. Betty Lou felt as if she were almost naked as she walked with her mother to the parking lot. Emma felt it was a good thing that Mrs. Fuller had warned her of her daughter's reaction to the revealing uniform and, even though Emma thought it really was too sexy for her sweet and innocent young daughter, she bragged on Betty Lou for making the team and continued telling her how pretty she was and how proud she was of her. She even reminded her daughter that she was supposed to wear her new uniform to school the next day to let everyone know she had made the team. As soon as the mother and daughter had left her office, Mrs. Jill Fuller ordered Becky to close and lock the door. The teenage brunette did as ordered, turned around to see her coach sitting in her swivel chair with her legs spread open. "Becky, Dear, come over here and take off my panties and eat my pussy. Do a good enough job and I'll eat your pussy when you get through." Becky did not have to be told twice. Her own clitoral hood ring had been rubbing against her stiffened clitoris all afternoon and watching the religious blonde putting on her uniform for the first time had almost given her an orgasm, too. Becky dropped to her knees between the older woman's legs, reached under her skirt, grasped the moist silk thong panties and pulled them off. Jill's hairless wet cunt was hanging part way open. The one inch gold ring placed in her clitoral hood by her dominant lesbian lover was the source of much pleasure and was copied by the girls in the cheerleader squad. Becky had been trained well on the art of eating pussy. Jill had three orgasms before they switched places. Two hours later: June Whitewell, the high school principal, is a pretty middle aged brunette that ruled her school with an iron fist in a velvet glove. However, as she led Jill Fuller into her private basement work out room, she had removed her two-piece silk power business suit and sensible one-inch high heel shoes. She still wore her black leather corset that had the cups to support her adequate breasts, her black silk panties, and black opera length nylon stockings. She had also put on a black Patten leather five-inch high pair of stiletto high heels. She ordered Jill Fuller, her submissive lesbian lover, to remove all of her clothing and lay on her medical examination table that she had purchased at a medical surplus store. June placed a belt around the blonde cheerleader coach's waist before strapping her feet into the stirrups. Jill gasped when she saw her boss and lover pulling on the long length latex gloves and reaching for the tube of lubricant. "Tell me about the new girl," June ordered her sex slave, "Tell me about what she looks like as she changed clothes in your office." Jill described the tight teen body to the high school principal as lubricant was worked into her quivering hairless vagina. June formed her gloved fingers into a cone shape and began forcing her entire hand into the blonde wife and mother's previously stretched vagina. Jill cried out in pleasure pain as the hand slipped inside her and went half way to the elbow. June Whitewell grinned as she formed her hand into a fist and began stroking it in and out of her employee's widened cunt. Each time it hit bottom, June would flick the fingers of her free hand across the clit ring and cause the profusely perspiring blonde cheerleader coach to have a massive orgasm. June was afraid to keep Jill cumming for more than ten minutes at a time because it might cause heart failure, although, if a person has to go, death by orgasm would be the preferred way. Twenty minutes later, after making Mrs. Jill Fuller pass out from her powerful orgasms, Principal Whitewell awakened her by sitting on her face with her black silk panties off. Jill instinctively ate her pussy, sucking down her juices as if they were the nectar of the Gods. As visions of sweet innocent Betty Lou Turner danced in her head, June ground her wet crotch onto the married woman's twisting tongue until she had a nice orgasm. Jill was not allowed to take a shower before going home to her husband and children. She had called her husband and told him that she would be working extra late tonight and that he would have to prepare supper. He was such a good husband that he never questioned his wife's extra curricular activities. As Jill dressed to leave, June said, "Do not forget to video Betty Lou's seduction. I want to add it to my collection. And, when you get home, I want you to kiss your daughters and husband with my dried juices on your lips. Understand?" Mrs. Jill Fuller meekly nodded her pretty head as she dressed and left for home. Friday morning: Betty Lou carried her schoolbooks and a tot bag with a weekend's worth of clothing, make-up and a toothbrush as she waited for the school bus. When the bus stopped, the woman driver with very short black hair and a man's shirt, swept her hungry eyes up and down Betty Lou's blushing body as the teenager climbed the steps to board the bus. Normally, Betty Lou's conservative clothing hid her voluptuous body. The cheerleading uniform accentuated it. Every eye on the bus watched as Betty Lou moved down the aisle in her quest to find an empty seat. Since Betty Lou lived fairly close to the school, the only empty seat was near the back of the bus. Only one person occupied it and that person was Alonzo Jones, the tall African-American basketball team captain. His dark eyes and bright grin shone as he drank in the beauty of the new blonde cheerleader. "Sit your sweet self down right here," he commanded. Since it was the only empty seat on the bus, Betty Lou had few options other than accepting the order to sit beside the towering Black youth. "You're looking fine, Baby. How long have you been a cheerleader?" Betty Lou told Alonzo that she had been given her uniform the day before and that she was told to wear it to school today to let every one see that she had made the team. Alonzo grinned as he stated, "Actually, you haven't made the team yet. You have not yet been officially initiated." Then, Alonzo moved his huge Black hand to Betty Lou's shapely white thigh. She was so shocked by the large Black hand on her thigh, she did not know what to do or say and his long dark fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and moved towards her cheerleader panties. Betty Lou frantically grabbed Alonzo's wrist with both hands in an attempt to stop his hand from reaching her panties. She regretted not wearing panties under the uniform panties but she had seen that her granny panties showed around the uniform panty leg openings and had reluctantly left her normal panties in her lingerie drawer this morning. Betty Lou gasped as Alonzo's large Black hand turned to cup her pubic mound through her cheerleader uniform panties. The other kids in the back of the bus turned to see her grasping Alonzo Jones's wrist, as if she appeared to hold it in place as his hand went under her cheerleader skirt. Betty Lou's pretty mouth and big blue eyes were wide open as her vagina was massaged for the very first time. Waves of unfamiliar sensations swept through her struggling teenage body. She was attempting to push Alonzo's hand away, but her efforts grew weaker and weaker the more he massaged her little virgin slit through her panties. It was only their untimely arrival at the high school that prevented Alonzo from giving the innocent blonde cheerleader her first orgasm. He leaned over to whisper in her trembling shell like ear, "Later, Baby." As he removed his hand from her crotch, then kissed her soft lips before standing up to exit the bus and report to homeroom. Alonzo wanted to stay and fuck the pretty blonde bitch but had been told that if he was late to homeroom one more time, he could kiss his basketball scholarship goodbye. The other high school kids on the back of the bus snickered at Betty Lou as she slowly stood up on her trembling legs. Two other boys and even another girl tried to put their hands under her short skirt before she was able to exit the bus. The woman bus driver, who had observed everything that had happened that morning in her large rearview mirror, smiled and winked at Betty Lou as she descended the steps. Everywhere Betty Lou went that day, every eye, whether belonging to student or teacher, followed her movements. She blushed each time some one made a comment or whistled. She was very grateful that it was Friday and she would have until Monday to recover her composure. She was also grateful that she would go home with the nice cheerleader coach, Mrs. Fuller, and would not have to ride the school bus home with that dreadful Alonzo Jones. It was only during lunch when she sat with the other five cheerleaders that she relaxed and felt comfortable. Friday afternoon: Betty Lou was regretting having joined the cheerleader squad by the time school let out for the day. Not only was everyone staring at her body all day, but also a rumor had been started that the girl previously known as a deeply religious virgin had almost had sex with an older Black student on the school bus that morning. Of course, the people that had known her for years never believed the rumor. They knew how vindictive jealous people were and the lies they could falsify about a sweet and innocent girl like Betty Lou Turner just because she had made the high school cheerleading squad when three other girls did not. Betty Lou was still self-conscious about her skimpy uniform as she accompanied Mrs. Fuller to her sport utility wagon after classes let out. Her coach asked her about her mother and father and about their family relationship as they rode out of town and into the country. Being away from staring eyes allowed Betty Lou to relax as they talked. The Fuller home was a large comfortable house on a dead end street with plenty of privacy and a back yard swimming pool. "I hope you brought a swim suit," Mrs. Fuller said as they entered the house. "If not, you can borrow one of mine. Tomorrow, we'll lie out in the sun for a while and work on our tan. It will be lots of fun." A man and three little girls were eating in the kitchen. Jill Fuller introduced Betty Lou to her husband and three daughters. Jill explained to the new cheerleader that her family would spend the weekend with her husband's parents so that the six cheerleaders and their coach would have the house entirely to themselves. Her husband hugged Jill and kissed her before herding his daughters to their room to pack before visiting their grandparents. Betty Lou was envious of her beautiful coach, her successful career and her apparently perfect married life. Becky Hamilton, the pretty brunette with long curly hair was the first to arrive after Mr. Fuller had driven off with his daughters. Then, Hazel Morris, a cute little redhead, Debbie Rainey, a tall blonde, Diane Sutton and Bea Sims, both deliciously tall brunettes, arrived in the same vehicle. They all made Betty Lou feel right at home as they took turns hugging the voluptuous blonde girl. Betty Lou noticed that a few hands touched her in inappropriate places but thought it must have been accidental. Mrs. Fuller made iced soft drinks for everyone. Poor Betty Lou almost choked as she took a drink from her glass, "What's in this?" She tried to ask as the liquid burned her throat. Becky motioned for Betty Lou to be quiet as she whispered, "Mrs. Fuller lets us have a little vodka so we will be able to recognize the taste in case some guy slips some into our drink on a date some night hoping to take advantage of us." Betty Lou whispered to her friend that drinking alcohol is a sin, to which Becky replied, "A girl has to be able to tell when some boy puts alcohol in her drink or else he date rape her. You wouldn't want that, would you? Now drink your drink and stop acting like a baby." Betty Lou did not like being called a baby, so, she took another sip. It still burned on the way down her throat, but was not a shock to her this time. Becky and the other girls smiled at the newest member to their group. They wanted her a little drunk before they initiated her into a little girl-girl loving. The third sip went down smoothly as Betty Lou returned the other girls' smiles. She was proud to be cheerleader and to have such good friends. Mrs. Fuller kept bringing mixed drinks for her cheerleaders even though Betty Lou kept saying that she already had had enough to drink. Becky kept calling her a baby and Betty Lou sheepishly drank the mixed drinks. After the third drink, Betty Lou was slurring her words and was unsteady on her dainty feet as Becky led her to the bathroom to relieve her full bladder. Normally, Betty Lou would be too shy to pee while another person was watching, however, her bladder was sending urgent messages. So, Betty Lou lifted her short skirt pulled down her uniform panties and sat down on the commode. She sighed with relief as the urine left her full bladder. Becky Hamilton said, "Well, at least I now know that you are a natural blonde. Tell me something, Betty Lou, have you ever shaved your pubic hair?" Betty Lou thought it a strange question but the vodka was affecting her mind as she replied that she trimmed it a little during the summer if she wore a swimsuit each time she shaved her legs. When she finished peeing, she wiped, flushed the commode, and stood up, pulling up her panties, and fluffed out her skirt. Becky asked her to wait while she peed. Betty Lou almost fell over when she saw that Becky not only had a hairless pubic mound, but, there was a gold ring hanging part way out of her vagina. Her Bible study classes had never covered such things and she was silent about what she had seen. When they returned to the den, Betty Lou was given another mixed drink, this time, with vodka and a few extra drugs. It barely burned her throat as it went down as she sat in the darkened den with the other cheerleaders while they watched a strange DVD movie about some lesbians. Normally, Betty Lou would have thought that seeing two women kissing would have made her sick at her stomach. Tonight, after drinking too much vodka, she blinked her eyes a few times as one of the women on the wide screen television lifted another woman's skirt, lowered her panties and went down on the other woman's vagina, making her cry out in ecstasy. Betty Lou turned her head as the camera came in for a close up and you could actually see the lesbian's tongue working on the other woman's genitalia. What she saw shocked her just as much as the movie! Across the room, sitting together on the other sofa, Diane Sutton was kissing Hazel Morris and the little redhead seemed to be enjoying it. Debbie Rainey and Bea Sims also shared the sofa with the kissing cheerleaders. At least, they were not kissing, however, when a lighter scene in the movie shed light on the sofa, Betty Lou could see that Debbie and Bea had their skirts up around their waists and each had a hand in the other girl's panties. Betty Lou sat on a love seat between Becky Hamilton and Mrs. Jill Fuller. Betty Lou had been so intently watching the television screen and the other sofa; she had not noticed that there was an arm around her shoulders from each side and that a hand was slowly caressing each of her bare thighs. Betty Lou looked down as Becky's slim questing fingers slipped under her uniform skirt and made contact with her panties. The two actresses in the movie were now in a sixty-nine position and were nosily slurping away at each other's vaginas. Becky's hand moved a little higher and turned to cup Betty Lou's pubic mound through her panties. Betty did not want to attract attention to what her friend was doing. That would be embarrassing. She was sure that Becky, like the other cheerleaders, were only reacting to the vodka and the sinful lesbian DVD movie. Betty Lou leaned towards Becky and turned to whisper in her friend's ear to ask her to please remove her hand from her panties. However, before Betty Lou could say anything, Becky quickly turned to meet her and kissed her warm soft lips. Betty Lou had never been kissed before today. At least, not a sexual kiss as Becky was doing when she forced her tongue into Betty Lou's startled mouth. Becky's middle finger was pushing Betty Lou's panties into her moistening slit and was massaging her stiffening clitoris as her tongue worked in and out of the struggling blonde's mouth. Betty Lou finally managed to pull her lips away from the lesbian brunette's and she gasped for some air as she turned her head. The innocent teen turned to her cheerleading coach for help only to have her lips trapped in another passionate French kiss as Mrs. Fuller kissed her. Becky dropped to the floor in front of Betty Lou, reached under her short skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her perfect legs, over her shoes and threw them across the room to land in Hazel Morris's lap. Hazel and Diane stopped kissing and moved to either side of the new cheerleader to hold her hands and legs so that Becky and Mrs. Fuller could fully concentrate on seducing the innocent virgin. Poor Betty Lou wanted to scream but could only moan helplessly as Becky's tongue licked her creamy slit and sucked on her little clitoris. Jill Fuller continued French kissing Betty Lou as she reached behind the young girl's back to unzip her uniform top. Jill knew they had a sexy recruit when Betty Lou's hips began thrusting involuntarily towards Becky's suctioning lips. The blonde's entire body bowed upwards as her first ever orgasm racked her very soul, sending shivers through out her being. Afterwards, the other cheerleaders easily removed her top and skirt from her semi-conscious form. Hazel Morris, the little redhead, took Becky's place between the blonde's thighs and continued to eat the virgin's pussy. No one had to hold Betty Lou as her dainty hands moved to entwine her fingers in Hazel's red hair. Becky and Jill unhooked all five hooks on the minimizer brassiere that Betty Lou had used to try to control her over abundant D-cup bosom. Most girls with large breasts do not have large nipples. Such is not the case with Betty Lou. Without her heavy weight bra cups to hide her nipples, they stood out like a pair of thumbs. Becky wrapped her lips around one gigantic nipple as Jill attacked the other. Betty Lou's moans from being eaten by Hazel went up almost an octave as her gigantic sensitive nipples were also being suckled. The virgin started cumming and the orgasmic pulses passed through her shaking body one after the other for many minutes that seemed like an eternity until Betty Lou lost consciousness. Saturday morning: The sun was shining in the window as Betty Lou awoke with a monster of a hangover. She opened her eyes to see a ceiling that was definitely not her bedroom's ceiling. Betty Lou slowly raised her head to look around. She was laying in the middle of a king sized bed and was completely nude. Not only that, to her horror, she saw that naked girl's bodies surrounded her. Betty Lou tried to sit up, but the combination of a headache and an arm around her bare breasts pulled her back down onto the bed. She would have just stayed there and gone back to sleep but her bladder demanded to be emptied. Betty Lou removed Bea Sims hands from her breasts and noticed that her overly sensitive nipples seemed to be swollen and even larger than normal. Betty Lou crawled through a maze of feminine flesh as she left the king sized bed to go to the bathroom. Betty Lou had never before in her entire life slept in the nude. She slept every night in a brassiere for the past four years. To feel her massive boobs swaying as she climbed out of bed was a new experience for her. She looked through an open doorway and saw it was a bathroom. She staggered in, pushed the door closed and was able to sit directly on the commode to relieve her bladder. It felt as if part of her headache went away as the urine drained from her vodka-polluted body. After she finished peeing, she reached for some toilet tissue to wipe. That was when she discovered that her blonde pubic hair was missing. Also, attached to her clitoral hood was a gold ring about one inch in diameter. Betty Lou stood up and staggered to the sink counter to see her reflection in the mirror. Not only were her reddened vagina lips as bald as a baby girl's, but the gold ring hang half way out from between her nether lips! Becky had a hairless vagina and a gold ring, but Betty Lou would have never, not even in a million years, have guessed that she, too, would have the same. The fingers of her right hand reached down to feel of her smooth vagina lips. It felt very strange, although, it was also quite sensual. Then, when she touched her gold ring, her clitoris sent pulsations throughout her young body. She decided that it needed to be removed or else it would drive her crazy every time it was touched and applied pressure on her sensate clitoris. She rotated it until she found what appeared to be a catch. She tried for almost a minute to open the ring so she could remove it. That is when a naked Mrs. Fuller, who had been standing quietly in the doorway, spoke to her. "I'm afraid you won't be able to remove it. The girls super glued the catch mechanism with they put it in." A nude Jill Fuller moved to stand behind the blonde girl as she added, "And, since we have a pool, my husband bought me a laser hair removal system a couple of years ago so that I wouldn't have to shave my legs every day. I removed all my pubic hair, too. The cheerleaders liked the look so much, they copied it. They removed your pubic hair and pierced your clitoris hood to show you that you are now a member of the cheerleading squad. Congratulations, Betty Lou, you have been accepted by them." Betty turned to glance down at the gold ring hanging from her coach's vagina. "And, the gold ring? Why?" Jill Fuller reached out to take the small teenager into her arms, pressing the girl's huge boobs against her own as she told about how much better sex was with the ring keeping your clit constantly enlarged. Jill lied as she said; "My husband talked me into having the piercing. Later, I undressed in front of the other girls one day and they were fascinated by my ring and wanted to see it up close. One thing led to another and we developed a much closer relationship than is normal. They thought the ring was so neat that they each had one put in their own clitoral hoods. Last night, after you passed out, they lasered your pubic hair and pierced your clit hood. At least, you'll never need to trim your bikini line. Over the next few weeks, we can laser remove the hair under your arms and on your legs, too. You'll love the freedom of not having to shave." Betty Lou had tears in her eyes as she looked up into the older woman's face. Her world had been shaken to its very core by what had happened to her since becoming a cheerleader. When Mrs. Fuller leaned down and gently kissed her lips, it felt comforting to the young teenager. Jill Fuller's hands slowly caressed her back, running her fingers through the teen's long blonde hair and touched her sexy round bottom as her lips gently munched the sweet lips of the still virginal teen. Betty Lou had never known passion until the day before. Now, however, she was in a lesbian embrace in a bathroom with a woman that was her coach, guidance counselor, a married woman and also the mother of three children. Jill Fuller helped Betty Lou sit on the bathroom sink counter without breaking their French kiss. Jill bent down to wrap her lips around one of Betty Lou's already swollen and very sensitive nipples. The blonde girl gasped as passionate sensations washed through her quivering young body. Her legs were spread wide to allow Mrs. Fuller to move in close between them. She felt fingertips slowly caressing her hairless vagina lips, causing even more passion to build inside her virginal body. When Jill touched her gold ring, Betty Lou yelped with her first morning orgasm. Before she could recover, Jill had swapped her suctioning lips over to her other swollen nipple and began strumming on the teen's new clit ring, making orgasm after orgasm pass through Betty Lou. A few minutes afterwards, the beautiful teenager passed out again, causing Mrs. Fuller to call for help to carry the blonde girl back to bed. Saturday afternoon: Betty Lou awoke the second time to find herself alone on the king sized bed. Sweet orgasm induced vibrations went through her as she arose from the bed. It was the first day that she had awoken in the nude and she liked the sensations. And, even though she knew that lesbianism, like all homosexuality, was a horrendous sin, she had enjoyed what happened last night and this morning immensely. She went to the bathroom again before searching for her clothes. When Betty Lou emerged from the bathroom, Debbie Rainy, the tall curly haired blonde, was dressed in a bikini and was sitting on the side of the bed. "Good morning, Sexy! I was sent to see if you were awake again. I brought a swimsuit for you. It may not be a perfect fit, but it is a bikini so we can still cover any strategic areas. Let me help you put it on and we'll go downstairs and get you some yummy breakfast." Betty Lou had never before even tried on a string bikini. They were just too revealing. A small triangular cloth patch covered each nipple, her hairless vagina and butt crack. Betty Lou noticed immediately that the cloth material covering her vagina pressed in on her clitoral hood ring, making it rub against her clitoris ever time she attempted to stand and with every step she took. Debbie couldn't resist the opportunity to fondle the physical charms of the younger girl as she helped her dress in the skimpy swimsuit. Debbie smiled as she noticed the new cheerleader's facial expression and said, "You'll never get completely used to the clit ring. Just walking or running can give us orgasms. Sometimes, when we are leaping up and down while leading cheers, the whole cheerleading squad has one massive orgasm. I love my ring. And, you'll learn to love yours, too." A long, lingering French kiss followed before they joined the others downstairs. Mrs. Jill Fuller noticed that Debbie and Betty Lou were holding hands as they slowly descended the staircase in their string bikinis. Judging from the smile on the younger blonde's pretty face, Betty Lou was adjusting nicely to being a cheerleader. To be continued. 13269 1.92/512345