Jenni's Pep Rally Adventure

This story takes place in the middle of Discipline for Jenni: Semester 2, a few weeks after The Football Game.



"Hey Jenni,” Clara said softly as the door of In-School-Suspension opened and a girl shuffled out. The girl looked a little worse for wear. Her dark brunette locks were tangled and damp, her uniform shirt was untucked and askew, and her skirt, which admittedly would have been too short for school regulations if worn correctly, was so high up that Clara could actually see the freshly beaten petals of Jenni’s sex. They were still wet too. Clara couldn’t help gulping a little at seeing the handiwork of Ms. Temis, the faculty moderator who handled the punishments at ISS.

“Wow,” Clara said, stepping up next to Jenni, who walked slowly and delicately down the hall. “Looks like Ms. Temis worked you over. You doing okay?”

Jenni gave the cheerleader a small smile. “Nothing a long hot soak in a bathtub won’t fix,” she said ruefully. “I had some control issues today.”

Clara pursed her lips. “Too many orgasms, huh?”

Jenni nodded and took a deep breath. Clara didn’t understand what In-School-Suspension was actually like, because Clara was one of the good students. Generally. She was lieutenant on the Varsity Cheerleading team, looked like a million bucks, and was treated like royalty by the faculty. Of course, part of that was because Clara obeyed the rules. Her school uniform skirt came down almost to her knees. Her blouse was perfectly white, crisp, and definitely not see-through. And had a teacher ever checked, Clara probably wasn’t just wearing panties, but a pair of shorts under her skirt, and she was definitely wearing a bra. 

In short, doing everything right, compared to Jenni.  

But one thing Clara didn’t understand was that Jenni craved the stimulation, and the subsequent punishment, that came with being the school discipline problem. It was an itch that had to be scratched, a desperate need that seemed to constantly overwhelm her. It was all she thought about, struggling to finish class assignments in a state of perpetual horniness that never quite seemed to get satisfied, regardless of what deviant, masochistic, intense sexual situation she found herself in. She looked over at the cheerleader curiously.

“You rarely wait around for me,” she said curiously, and perhaps a touch hopefully. “Do you need me for the football game tomorrow?”

Jenni was, by default, a cheerleader. Or at least, she was part of the team. Sort of. She was placed there by the principal and Coach Hampton, not so she could root for C.P. Elrod’s football players on the field, but so they had a sacrificial lamb to offer for the metaphorical slaughter. Jenni had ended up in the opposing team’s locker room, on her back, tied with her legs open. It had been an intense and rather exciting evening, entertaining the victorious team. One she had no problem repeating if needed.

Clara blushed. She’d been the one to retrieve Jenni at the end of that particular event and had been shocked to find her cumsoaked and thoroughly fucked. Worse, she’d been happy with it. Evidently getting gangbanged by twenty sweaty, horny football players was just as much fun as breaking the rules at school and getting your pussy spanked. Who would have thunk?

But the cheerleader shook her head. “Not quite, but sort of. Tiffany was wondering if you would help us out with a skit at tomorrow’s Pep Rally.”

Jenni stopped, just a little startled. Tiffany was the Cheerleading Captain and had not been happy about Jenni being foisted upon the group, even though her purpose was to keep one of the regular cheerleaders out of the boy’s locker room. Tiffany was a blonde goddess, and if Clara was royalty at the school, Tiffany was the queen. And except for one private little session where Tiffany had taken Jenni home one day for a little one on one sexual exploration, their contact had been limited to the few cheerleading social functions she’d been allowed to attend. And there hadn’t been that many. Jenni, for what it was worth, was not exactly “cheerleader” material. 

Unless someone was filming a pornographic movie entitled “Cheerleader Sluts V”. 

“Uh... sure,” Jenni said immediately, hiding her surprise. She hadn’t been asked to help with a Pep Rally ever. She knew what they were. The entire school would assemble in the gym, forced to sit on those awful bench seats. Then the Cheerleading Squad, the school mascot, and the football players would all parade out. There would be music, maybe a number performed by the drill team, occasionally a quick performance by the marching band or the school’s show choir, and usually a funny skit where a hastily donned, hand-made costume of the opposing school’s mascot was roughed up and chased away. The skits were usually the best part, so Jenni appreciated being asked to be a part of it. “Will I need to wear my uniform?” She asked.

Clara blinked. Jenni would most definitely be wearing a uniform, just not the one she was picturing in her head. She smiled woodenly. “Tiffany will provide everything. The only issue is we need you here at six in the morning for prep.”

Jenni blinked. “Oh. Um... I ride the bus in the mornings,” she offered lamely. Clara nodded.

“We know. Tiffany will pick you up tomorrow at five forty-five. She’ll drive you in.”

“What do I wear?” Jenni asked. 

Clara smiled. “Just your usual school uniform. The pep rally only lasts an hour. You’ll be back in class eventually.”

Jenni blinked, then looked back over her shoulder. “You mean back in ISS,” she said softly. “Getting punished.”

Clara patted the girl on the shoulder. “The Pep Rally will be a nice break from getting your pussy paddled. See you tomorrow.” Clara started to turn when Jenni caught her wrist.

“Clara?”

The cheerleader turned.

“Would you like to come home with me?” Jenni’s eyes sparkled with renewed energy. 

And mischief.

“And get in the bath with me?”

Clara smiled. Tiffany wasn’t the only one who liked to use Jenni. She moved her hand into Jenni’s and clasped it. “I hope Ms. Temis didn’t beat your clit too hard,” she said as the two girls headed for the exit. “Because I’m planning to give your little nub a very, very hard time. With my tongue.”

And Jenni only laughed. 

***

The next morning Jenni was standing outside of her house when Tiffany pulled up in a sparkling red Fiat. Jenni, dressed in her usual school uniform, opened the door, only to find Tiffany’s eyes a little wild. 

“You live here?” Tiffany demanded, looking at the house behind Jenni. It was huge. As big as Tiffany’s place, and spoke volumes about Jenni’s background and potential wealth. It unsettled Tiffany a little, whose self-worth was intimately wrapped up with her parent's economic status.

“Um... yes?” Jenni asked, confused as to Tiffany’s sudden question. “Is there a problem?”

“What do your parents do?” Tiffany asked, still a little discombobulated. 

Jenni shrugged. “My step-father is in sales. My mother is a model.”

Tiffany blinked. “A model,” she said, somewhat stunned. “Why haven’t they given you a car?”

Jenni shrugged. “I’m not terribly interested in driving,” she said honestly. “I’m worried I’d get in an accident.”

Tiffany snorted and pressed down on the accelerator. “Because masturbating and driving do not go together, you twit.” She glanced down at Jenni’s lap. “Did you make that skirt even shorter?” She demanded.

Jenni pressed her exposed thighs together. “Um... no?”

Tiffany shook her head. “I can literally see your pussy.”

Jenni blushed and bit her lip. “Is that... is that a problem?”

“No wonder you spend so much time in ISS.” She shook her head. “Well, spread your legs.”

Jenni did immediately. Tiffany didn’t hesitate. She took one hand off the wheel and pushed it down into Jenni’s lap. The girl gasped instantly as Tiffany’s fingers slid through her slit.

“You’re soaked!” Tiffany accused, pushing one digit into Jenni’s cunt. It slid in so easily that Tiffany was shocked. She wriggled it around, making Jenni squirm and moan. 

“Take off your shoes and socks,” Tiffany ordered, but she didn’t take her hand out from between Jenni’s legs.

Jenni awkwardly kicked off her shoes, struggling to focus despite the waves of exquisite pleasure surging up from her sex. Tiffany’s fingers felt incredible and Jenni knew it wasn’t going to be long before she was leaving a long wet stain on Tiffany’s custom seat cover. But maybe that was why Tiffany had seat covers! She managed to get her shoes off, then used her toes to tug down the regulation white socks, until finally her bare little toes were showing.

“Good,” Tiffany said, still fingering Jenni’s pussy. “Now put your foot up on the dash.”

Jenni didn’t know why Tiffany wanted her in that position, but it certainly made access easier. Jenni slouched slightly, lifted her foot and exposed herself even more. She didn’t realize that Tiffany was constantly glancing over at her. 

Fortunately, they didn’t wreck, but they arrived at the school just seconds before Tiffany’s finger would have pushed Jenni into her first orgasm of the morning. Instead, the cheerleading captain pulled her girl-goo covered hand out of Jenni’s slit, wiped it on the girl’s skirt, and climbed out of the car.

“Get out. And you can leave your shoes and socks in there,” she ordered.

Jenni, dazed and panting, horny on a level that demanded satisfaction, grimaced and then got out of the car. She smoothed her skirt down over her sex slick thighs and blushed crimson. The only grace was that they were alone in the still mostly dark parking lot. 

“Come on,” Tiffany ordered, heading toward the school building.

The asphalt hurt the bottoms of Jenni’s feet, but for a girl who routinely was caned, spanked, and whipped across the soles, she bore it with grace, stumbling behind the blonde goddess in front of her. Jenni was a little surprised when Tiffany turned, leading her toward the fine arts adjunct, rather than the athletics area, and Jenni got even more confused when Tiffany led her straight to the Art Classroom. And the lights were on.

“Someone’s here?” Jenni asked curiously, as Tiffany pushed open the door.

Indeed, multiple someones were there. Half the cheerleading team was gathered around a table filled with paint, brushes, and donuts. Hot chocolate and even a coffee pot was laid out, while behind them stood a metal frame resembling a doorway, albeit a rather large one. Jenni hesitated, only for Tiffany to grab her by the arm and haul her forward.

“I brought her,” the cheerleading captain declared. 

Clara looked up, eyes brightening as she saw Jenni and she held out a donut. “Here, eat something before we start.” 

Jenni blinked and grabbed hold of the pastry. None of the cheerleaders were in their uniforms. They were all wearing what looked like old clothes. Worn out tee shirts and shorts were the standard, and it made Jenni even more confused. 

“Everything ready?” Tiffany asked.

Clara nodded. “Barbara got it all together. Brushes. Pictures of their uniforms, all of it.” She pointed at the table. Jenni, chewing on her donut, leaned forward. Sure enough, there were four 8x10 glossy pictures of a cheerleader, in the middle of a routine, arms held up, holding pom poms. The only issue was that it wasn’t one of C.P. Elrod Senior High's cheerleaders. The colors were wrong. This girl was wearing burgundy and gold, with black highlights.

“Oh,” Jenni said curiously. “Who's that?” 

Tiffany glanced at Jenni. “A cheerleader from the high school we are playing this evening. And you will be playing her in our skit. There’s just one little problem.”

Jenni’s eyebrow went up.

“We don’t have one of their uniforms,” Clara said simply. 

Tiffany smiled, glanced around at the assembled team of cheerleaders. “Girls,” she declared. “Strip her.”

Jenni had no time to react, and even if she had, she might not have resisted. Hands came for her, tugging her backward and suddenly her skirt was yanked down, exposing her bare bottom and still well-sauced slit. Clara’s hands worked their way down the front of Jenni’s shirt, unfastening the buttons. If she was surprised that Jenni wasn’t wearing a bra, she didn’t show it. But Tiffany, sitting on the edge of the table eating a donut, grinned as she watched Jenni get stripped naked.

“No panties or bra. What a fucking cum slut! And look at her. Pussy soaked, desperate for a fucking.” Tiffany declared, shaking her head. “We’ll have to tell Coach Hampton about this. That will undoubtedly mean a punishment for her after the Pep Rally.”

Clara finished yanking Jenni’s shirt off and held it up. “I think he’ll also want to see her uniform. This shirt is so thin I can see right through it.”

Barbara tossed Jenni’s skirt over to the table. “And this damn thing is so short that it needs a ladder to get up her ass.”

Tiffany smiled. “Well, get her in place.”

Jenni, who stood there blushing crimson, one arm crossing her breasts, the other trying vainly to cover her sex, was pushed backward until she stood just under the metal rectangle. Two other cheerleaders approached, both of them holding black leather bondage cuffs. They grabbed hold of her arms, pulling them outward, ignoring her exposure as they quickly secured her wrists to the metal frame until she was stretched out, almost dangling from the upper corners.

“Now her legs,” Clara ordered. “Can’t miss any of the nooks and crannies for this costume!” Two more leather manacles were produced and Jenni gasped as the girls tugged her legs outward to the bottom corners of the frame. Now she truly was trapped, stretched out nude in the art room, unable to free herself. 

Tiffany nodded. “Excellent. Clara? The toy we discussed?”

Clara nodded. She picked up a bag on the edge of the table and reached in. “We don’t want you getting bored, so we figured that putting you in the correct frame of mind for the pep rally would be appropriate.” She pulled her hand out of the bag. Clutched in her fingers was a plastic, egg shaped sex toy. A small, thin, black wire stuck out of the larger base and Clara walked forward.

“And I was worried about not having any lubricant,” she muttered, bending down. Jenni gasped as Clara rubbed the top of the vibrator through the sodden swamp between Jenni’s legs. Fluids glistened on the plastic and then Clara began pushing, inserting the fist sized vibe into Jenni’s wanton, grasping cunt. 

Jenni groaned as it went in, but when it activated, sending waves of acute pleasure in the form of vibration through her loins, she mewled with need. Her eyes locked onto Clara, who smiled, without a shred of sympathy.

“This is payback for what you did to me in the tub yesterday,” she whispered. 

Jenni’s eyes widened. “But… but you exploded! Three times!” 

Clara smiled and stepped back. 

“Get to it girls. We don’t have much time,” Tiffany ordered.

Brushes and paint whirled and Jenni gasped as wet crimson streaks were laid down on her skin. Cheerleaders moved behind her and someone tied up her dark brunette locks before painting her shoulders, biceps, and spine. Clara herself worked on one breast, while Barbara took the other, dabbing red paint onto Jenni’s nipples until her skin looked like it had been soaked in wine. Jenni continued to whimper and moan, her hips rocking as the vibrator continued to buzz merrily along inside her. 

The application of paint on the undersides of her arms tickled, but Jenni gritted her teeth and bore it. It wasn’t until Clara drew the definitive line at the bottom of Jenni’s ribs that the bound girl realized what they were doing. They were recreating the cheerleader uniform from the picture. The burgundy colored shirt was now painted onto Jenni’s skin, and Barbara picked up the gold paint and brush, her tongue visible between her lips, as she carefully drew in the letter logo of the other school, right in the middle of Jenni’s bosom. The gold curved up both breasts, and even onto Jenni’s nipples, tingling erotically. 

“Perfect,” Tiffany said in true appreciation. “Now her bottoms. The skirt we have isn’t an exact match.”

And the cheerleading team went after Jenni’s lower half. Her buttocks were quickly covered with the same color paint as her tops, as were her hips. Then the girls did her crotch, painting over the petals of her sex, coating Jenni’s clit with its own smear of colored goo. A brush was even run up through Jenni’s ass crack, tickling the girl as she continued to suffer the indignation, humiliation, and stimulation of being body painted. A blow dryer, set to low heat and intensity, was directed at her, to help the paint dry faster, while at the same time, Tiffany turned the vibrator inside Jenni up to full power. She quivered, mewling and shaking, while Clara and Barbara organized the clean up.

“Don’t cum,” Tiffany ordered when they were done, especially when it looked like Jenni was right on the edge of orgasmic ecstasy. “This is a school function and orgasm isn’t allowed unless a teacher authorizes it.” She lifted the control fob for the vibrating egg and turned it back down. She glanced at Barbara. “Is the paint dry enough?”

Barbara touched Jenni’s hip. “Yep. We can put the skirt on her.”

Tiffany nodded. “Good. It’s almost time. Clara, get everyone else over to the gym. Make sure the Falcon is ready to go.”

Clara nodded, glanced at Jenni, and blew her a kiss. “See you in a few,” she teased. 

Meanwhile, Barbara pulled a skirt out from her bag and then bent down, releasing Jenni’s ankles from the cuffs. Jenni finally closed her legs, straightening, taking some of the strain off her shoulders. 

“Step into the skirt,” Barbara ordered. She held it out and Jenni climbed in, noting that it wasn’t a normal cheerleading skirt. Barbara drew it up Jenni’s legs and settled it just beneath the schoolgirl’s hips. It rode so low that Jenni was worried it would fall off, especially since it wasn’t very tight. 

Tiffany let out a laugh. “Oops. We must have gotten the wrong size,” she said. “That thing isn’t even long enough to cover your butt. Glad we painted your cute little slit. Otherwise everyone would know you weren’t wearing panties!” 

Jenni glanced down. Sure enough, she could see her own burgundy colored sex, wetness leaking out. Jenni gulped, thinking it was very, very obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt! She glanced up, a horrified look on her face. Then Barbara was releasing her arms from the frame, but oddly, not the bondage cuffs. Those remained on her wrists. 

“Here,” Tiffany said, finally standing, but reaching into another bag. Two pom poms were produced, both in gold and that same reddish-purplish color painted on Jenni’s body. She handed them to Jenni who took them, her face still red, only to hold one across her chest and the other over her exposed pussy. 

“I look… I look…” Jenni stammered, just a little horrified.

“Awesome. You’ll play the part perfectly,” Tiffany said. “Let’s go.” She pushed on Jenni and the barefoot, barely dressed, body-painted girl stumbled forward. Barbara moved behind her and the trio left the art room and headed for the gym. Jenni bit her lip. Would the other students notice that she wasn’t really wearing a shirt? Or shorts? She felt so exposed! Her sex tightened down on the vibrating egg, which still purred in her slit softly. She was so aroused! They went in through the back corridor and suddenly she saw the rest of the team, all in their school cheerleading uniforms. 

And she saw the falcon.

It was the school mascot. Its name was Elrod and the tall, young man inside the suit, whom Jenni recognized as Brock, had the falcon’s headpiece in his hands. He turned, looked at Jenni, and his eyes widened. 

“Damn girl, you look amazing!” 

Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “Brock, I’m not sure Catherine would appreciate you ogling Jenni like that.” Catherine was Brock's girlfriend, and had done some rather intense and interesting things to Jenni with a crop and an anal plug at the last cheerleader party. Things Jenni would have been more than happy to submit to a second time.

Brock stiffened, but then shrugged. “Catherine only cares if I fuck her. I can look at her all I want. Besides, I’m going to be chasing her around the gym in a moment.” He grinned. “Okay, so this skit is simple. I’m going to go out there, do some stuff and when Barbara taps you on the shoulder, you come waltzing out, looking all sexy and badass, like you own the place. You walk right up to me, stand in front, and then I want you to face the crowd, bend over with your butt toward me, and shake your ass.”

Jenni gulped. “Shake my ass?” 

“Yeah, as if you are trying to distract me. I’m going to be holding a football. I’m going to move away from you, and then you do it again. We’ll do it three times. The third time I’m going to grab you.”

“Grab me?” Jenni said. “And then what?”

Brock, with a slightly concerned look, glanced at Clara. She grinned. “Then you be you.” 

Brock nodded, somewhat relieved. “Got it?” 

Jenni blinked. Her body was a riot of sensation. She was soaked and could feel the fluids dripping onto her thighs. She needed to cum. Her face was flushed because she felt naked and was about to go out into the gym with everyone looking at her. 

He suddenly looked up. “Here we go,” he said. He put the falcon helmet over his head and suddenly Brock was gone and Elrod the Falcon stood in his place. His ridiculous talon feet suddenly moved and he hurtled out into the gym, to be received with a cheer. Feet stamped on the bleachers and Jenni leaned forward, peeking through the doorway. The entire school body was out there. She could see Coach Hampton, the principal, all the cheerleaders except Clara, the band, and the entire football team, standing on the gym floor. The place was decorated with banners and balloons. There was even a large wooden post in the middle of the gym floor with the school’s falcon symbol perched at the top. 

Brock was leaping around and flapping his feathered wings and looked amazing. Jenni held the pom poms over her breasts and pussy, almost as an afterthought as she peeked. He held a football, though with feathers on his hands, how he was doing it she didn’t know. Velcro? He mimed throwing passes at the football players, then did a freaking back flip! The crowd of students howled in appreciation and then Clara tapped Jenni’s shoulder.

“Now Jenni! Waltz out there and distract him!” Then Clara pushed.

And suddenly Jenni was out on the gym floor.

For a second, stage fright literally immobilized her. She froze. Her body locked down around the vibrator, buzzing softly at low speed in her pussy. Her nipples tightened and she stood there, looking up at the crowd in abject terror. Her mind curled around the fact that she was, for all intents and purposes, naked. Even if they didn't immediately realize that she wasn't wearing a shirt, or shorts under her skirt, they would eventually. She was going to be in trouble. She gulped, eyes wide, trembling.

And then… then the vibrator inside her pussy went to full power. 

It broke her loose. Jenni put on a mask of predatory sexuality and focused like lightning on Elrod the Falcon. She wanted him. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to knock him down, straddle his hips, and impale herself on his huge dick. She strolled out onto the floor as the students noticed her and began booing. They recognized her, or at least the colors and symbols she was wearing. She was the enemy. 

Elrod glanced her way, then looked away. He began marching in place. Jenni went right up to him and freaking did a pirouette, spinning provocatively, her hands still clutching the pom poms at chest height. It hid her breasts, but a number of students were already staring, realizing that her short little cheerleading skirt didn’t exactly come down low enough. The paint over her pussy confused them though. Was she wearing some sort of skin tight panties? And why were her thighs glistening with moisture?

Jenni didn’t give them the chance to see more though. She stopped in front of Elrod, sticking her ass right into his beak and bent over, shaking the pom poms and wiggling. Students in the bleachers watched as her breasts swung provocatively, the supposed material of her shirt skin tight. Then… then she twerked, adopting the sexualized move that had become a staple in practically every strip club across America.

The principal, who was standing at the edge of the gym floor, closed his eyes and did a facepalm. 

But the crowd of students watching loved it. Elrod shook his feathered head and with a dramatic sweep, smacked Jenni hard on the ass and then darted away. He stopped on the other side of the gym and Jenni, trying to cope with the situation while the vibrator churned inside her, pursued him. Once more she stopped in front of him, this time, pressing her body against his, rubbing herself on his feathers. He pushed her and then she bent over again. She shook her ass as the students cheered and some booed. Some called out indecent things, but Jenni was lost in the game. Elrod fled a third time, right to the center of the gym, in front of the wooden post. Jenni gave him a second or two, then danced her way over, barefoot and twirling, pom poms held wide, her bare painted breasts swinging and exposed.

Which is when most of the crowd realized that the shirt she was wearing was painted on over her prodigious bust. There was no missing it, especially with the way her nipples had scrunched up from the humiliation of her predicament. She held out her hands, facing the crowd, her breasts dangling deliciously downward, shaking her ass in front of Elrod. Then, before the bird could move, she suddenly turned around, her bottom toward the bleachers. She bent over, and twerked again.

And made it very, very clear that she wasn’t wearing panties, or shorts, of any kind. Her gaping wet hole, clearly stuffed, was leaking girl goo everywhere, smearing the paint on her labia, and soaking her thighs. Her ass, a small, painted star-like button, winked as she rocked her hips. The crowd howled, which only got louder as Elrod suddenly grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up above her head.

Upside down. 

Jenni squealed as she was lifted up, unprepared for the sudden change of perspective and she dropped the pom poms. Her feet kicked but Brock was easily strong enough to handle her gyrations. Her skirt flipped toward her belly and any doubt that Jenni wasn’t wearing panties, by the last few students or faculty, flew out of the gym. Her pink gash was quite well exposed. Elrod the Falcon turned and everyone got another look at Jenni’s ass and pussy as he carried her straight to the post. She let out an explosive breath as she was let down, only to discover her back to the wooden beam. Suddenly the other cheerleaders were there, Barbara and Tiffany, and even Clara, who had come out during the mayhem, were lifting Jenni’s arms, clipping the bondage cuffs she was still wearing, to the top of the post. Suddenly she was caught there, unable to escape, the prisoner of Elrod the Falcon and C.P. Elrod Senior High School. 

Jenni’s chest heaved, her bare but painted breasts rising and falling. The skirt didn’t cover her sex and she pressed her thighs together to hide her arousal. She was so close to cumming! She closed her eyes and then Tiffany handed Elrod a leather flogger and the students cheered. Shouts of “whip her!” filled the gym and suddenly Elrod hauled back and slashed the weapon across Jenni’s breasts. 

It stung. But he hadn’t hit hard. Not really. Jenni squealed though. The sting added to the sexual arousal she was feeling. The students watching went nuts, cheering as she gritted her teeth, looking for all the world like she was suffering. Elrod hit her again, another light blow that only exacerbated Jenni’s sexual arousal. She let her weight go to her arms, twisting as she tried to resist the urges flowing through her. The vibrating egg in her pussy seemed to be shaking madly, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through her. She spread her legs, widening her stance, which only gave the crowd a better view of her dripping wet pussy. Elrod hit her again, and then again, whipping her across the bosom, no one stroke too terrible or painful, but more than enough to push the sexual pressure she was experiencing to astronomical heights.

The crowd was cheering each and every hit of the whip, counting them out loud in a cheering shout that rocked the gymnasium. As they approached twenty, Jenni couldn’t help herself. She let out a cry as the final lash cut across her boobs, paint smeared and even removed from her flesh, as if her cheerleading uniform had been torn from her, nipples now pink instead of wine colored crimson, the gold rubbed off, and she thrust her hips forward, unable to think, unable to resist, unable to do anything but one, awful, unauthorized, totally foreseeable thing. She cried out, eyes closed in ecstasy and exploded. 

Elrod jumped back as Jenni squirted, cumming with a raucous scream. The cheering jeers were so loud that the entire gym shook. The principal was shouting at Couch Hampton, who quickly grabbed one of his football players and pointed at Jenni, giving orders. Then the football team was running up. As Elrod jumped back, Brock’s orange colored legs and talon slippers spotted with girl cum, Jenni’s wrists were released and she found herself hauled up onto the shoulders of one of the young men. The band started playing and suddenly Jenni, still lost in the euphoria of sexual climax, was carried out of the gym and into the relative quiet of the back hallway. 

“Put her down! Put her down,” ordered Coach Hampton, following behind. Jenni found herself on her feet, swaying, still dazed from her climax, and one of the football players put a hand on her waist, holding her steady. She realized the vibrating egg in her pussy had been turned down. Not off, but definitely set to low. Still breathing heavily, her chest heaving, she looked up at Coach Hampton, eyes slightly unfocused, mouth open enticingly, a wry and stupidly satisfied smile on her face. She felt amazing.

“You just turned my pep rally into a sex show,” Hampton said angrily. “You fucking orgasmed on the gym floor!”

He stood there, fuming and the principal came out of the gym, his face furious. “Well, that will be all over the internet in about twenty minutes. What is the meaning of this display?” He demanded of Jenni. Jenni blinked, but before she could say a word, Tiffany was there.

“Well, that was disturbing,” she declared, looking right at Jenni. “If I had known that was what you planned, I’d never have agreed to that skit!” 

The principal looked at Tiffany, then his eyes narrowed and he glared at Jenni.

Jenni’s eyes widened. “But…”

“And you said you had a costume all worked out! That’s not a costume! That’s body paint! How could you possibly think this would be suitable for a pep rally?” Tiffany demanded. 

“But…” Jenni spluttered. That’s when the vibrating egg once more surged to life, rumbling inside her. She gasped, groaned, her voice cut off. Her eyes flickered to Tiffany’s hand, which clutched the control fob. “I’m… I’m sorry.” Jenni managed to wheeze.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” the principal declared. “The number of school rules you just broke in the space of five minutes is a record, even for you."

Tiffany grinned and held up her hand, raising a finger for each violation. "No shirt. No bra. Too short of a skirt. No panties. Sexual Activity. And an unauthorized orgasm," she said, ticking them off. The principal glared at the cheerleading captain for a moment, then looked at Coach Hampton. "Get her cleaned up, then have her taken to my office."

Jenni’s eyes widened and she gulped. The principal shook his head. “And for disrupting the pep rally and making a spectacle of this event, you’ll spend the next week at In-School-Suspension, where I will make sure that Ms. Temis inflicts the most strenuous, physically excruciating, and intense punishment on your body as possible!” He let out a grunt. "I've got to call Superintendent Jenkins and warn him." He shook his head. "This is going to be messy." He turned around and walked off, already pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Coach Hampton waited until the principal had left. Then he glanced at his football team, over a dozen young men standing around in their football jerseys, eyeing Jenni. “Take Jenni to the showers. Strip that fucking paint off of her, and once she’s clean, take her ass to the office.” 

The resulting grins from the team certainly ensured that they were “pepped” for the game. Hands grabbed hold of Jenni and she was ushered, guided, down the hall. Someone yanked at the skirt and Jenni tripped as it went down her legs, only for someone to catch her. Suddenly she was being carried, like a football toward the endzone. The boys locker room door opened. She was carried in, to the very back and then set down softly and carefully in the center of the communal shower. 

They surrounded her, a dozen horny young men, staring down at her nude and painted body, wearing the uniform remnants of the evening’s opposing team’s cheerleaders, as she got on her knees, looking up at them. If they knew that the vibrating egg was shaking fast and hard inside her, they didn’t show it. She pressed her thighs together as her arousal level climbed, the circumstances and the stimulation surging her toward another climax. Then their circle parted and Elrod the Falcon stepped into view. He looked down at Jenni, the leather flogger in his hand. He handed it to the football player next to him, then took off his head.

Brock stared down at her, a massive grin on his face. “That,” he declared, “was freaking fantastic! You were amazing. They'll be talking about that pep rally for years!” He handed off his falcon’s helmet and then took back the whip. “Now, in a moment, these fine gentlemen are going to scrub that paint off your body and fill each and every hole you have with cock. All at the same time. It will probably take a good hour, maybe an hour and a half. Eventually, you'll have more cream inside you than a donut.”

Jenni gulped and glanced around. She was about to get gangbanged, and in the best possible way. Her pussy quivered at the thought. Or was it because of the vibrations?

“I’d join in, but like I said earlier, my girlfriend would be less than pleased.” He shook out the flogger. “But you know what she will totally approve of me doing?” 

Jenni thought back to the cheerleader party. Catherine had taken a crop and left over a dozen hard, stinging blows to her clit. And Jenni couldn't help smiling. Her eyelashes fluttered provocatively. “Whipping the pussy and ass of a naughty little fuck slut from another school, who tried to seduce you?” Jenni asked, clearly and wickedly. She slipped from her knees, sitting on her ass, and she spread her legs, letting everyone get the perfect view. She touched herself, spreading her pussy lips open, letting them see the pink deep inside the burgundy colored outsides.  

Brock grinned. “You got that right,” he said firmly, shaking out the flogger. “Gentlemen, grab hold of that naughty little cheerleader and hold her open. I’m about to tenderize that sweet little pussy and that gorgeous ass, right before you all spit roast her.”

They fell on her, like birds of prey, grabbing her arms and legs, lifting her from the ground, supporting her between them, opening her up. And then the whip slashed down, this time vicious and hard and burning, cutting at her brimming sex, the fluids dripping as she screamed, not in fear, or humiliation, or even pain.

Because once again, Jenni orgasmed. And that was before the fucking started!