The Car Wash

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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The Car Wash

Gillmore High School had a league winning football team. This was due mostly to the head coach, John Mather and his assistant coach, Jenifer Peters.

John was a charismatic leader who energized the boys to play their best even in the rare game when they were beaten.

Jenifer brilliance was in play design. She had four older brothers and they weren’t shy about including their kid sister in the game. They were very patient with her and taught her how to pass, catch, punt and even tackle.

Her dad was proud of her and her mom, well, she liked how well the experience bonded the siblings and didn’t say a word against it. Secretly she hoped the girl would “grow out of her tomboy stage.” She didn’t.

If her mom worried about her ability to attract boys, she should not have worried. All her athletics gave her a healthy body and boys enjoyed talking with a girl who knew how a player could be off-sides on an on-sides kick.

Clearly, she could never play the sport for school, but she majored in Physical Education and as part of her studies studied her love: football. She inhaled the NFL rulebook and knew more than enough to be a professional referee.

It was not surprising that she landed a position as the girl’s physical education teacher at GHS. She was also the coach of the girl’s cheerleading squad.

In spite of her being the brains behind the team, she was not given the recognition she deserved. Coach John always got top billing and, although he did not deliberately take credit for her work, did nothing to correct the papers when they attributed it to him.

As her position as the girls’ physical education teacher, she was responsible for teaching them Health Science and Human Development – a fancy name for sex education. This she did with great decorum and also great detail. While her girls got to hear a lot and see a lot, they learned in an academic atmosphere. No tittering or giggling. It was all serious business. Her girls learned all about what was about to happen and was happening with their bodies.

They also learned all there was to learn about boys and what was going on with their bodies and in great detail, how their reproductive system worked.

From there it was an easy step to explain male-female sexual relations: not just intercourse, but also its alternatives including masturbation and oral sex.

The education the girls got in this area far exceeded what the boys got.

Ms. Peters also taught the girls that there was more than just physical differences between boys and girls. There were psychological differences as well and, contrary to what the nonsense that the boys and even some adults talked, at this stage of the game, the girls held the upper hand.

This was news to a lot of the girls who believed the propaganda being spread about them.

-=o=-

The school decided to hold a car wash to raise money for the sports programs. In theory, it was to fund all the sports, but the football team got the lion’s share of the proceeds.

“OK, girls,” Pan said, “The car wash is the first Saturday of next month. Who is going to participate?” Every hand went up. “I only need six of you.”

Pan’s real name was Pandora. It was not a name she ever liked and Dora was out of the question. So since day one in kindergarten, she asserted herself as “Pan.” On this occasion, she was addressing the GHS Cheerleading Squad. There were girls from each of the classes ranging in age from 13 to 17.

“There’s one more thing,” she said, “We’ll be teaming up with the boys from the football team.”

There were groans from the crowd.

One of the girls, Denise, raised her hand, “Why can’t the boys do a car wash of their own?”

“I don’t know. The school set it up. It will be a month from now at the gas station on Elm and Market Street. I guess that’s the best that they could arrange.”

“So maybe we can do it in shifts? Girls at one time, boys at another.” Angie suggested.

“Too much setup time.”

“So why not have a girls’ team and a boys’ team. We got enough girls to do a car wash on our own.”

Pan’s face brightened, “That’s not a bad idea and in fact, we can have a competition to see which team raises the most money.”

And so the stage was set.

There was a less enthusiastic meeting on the boys’ side. The boys didn’t want to do something as lame as a car wash and while doing it with the girls had some of the boys’ interests, it made the event all the more a less-than-macho thing to do.

When word reached them of the offer of a completion, it appealed to their masculine ego’s need to compete.

“I wonder if we could get the girls to put a wager on the competition,” Brad, the team captain said.

“It can’t be money,” Eddie, one of the team’s wide receivers said. “Ain’t none of us has got any.”

“So the loser gets to do some sort of a forfeit.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. Like when we win, the girls have to strip naked for us.”

Brad laughed, “I like that idea, but the school will never go for it. We’ll have to come up with a better idea. Let me talk with Coach Mather about it.”

In the end, Coach Mather and Coach Peters, Pan and Brad sat down together to discuss the terms of the wager.

What was decided was that if the boys won, the girls would have to act as their waitresses for a week at lunch time. They would take the boy’s orders, go through the line and make up their plates and serve it to them – all while wearing waitresses’ uniforms.

If the girls won, the boys would have to don cheerleader outfits complete with skirts and pom-poms and cheer at the girls’ basketball game against their arch-rivals, McAuley High School.

As much as Pan delighted in the image of these burly boys humiliating themselves in their skimpy cheerleader costumes, she had an even better idea tucked away in an evil corner of her mind. She discussed the idea with her team, and they all agreed to go in on it.

-=o=-

Brad was being his usual chauvinistic self and continued to taunt the girls stating how much he and “his boys” looked forward to being waited on by the girls.

That was the opening Pan needed for her proposal to him. “You’re really sure you are going to win this, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. We’re boys and you’re just girls.”

“You wouldn’t want to wager more than what we already have on the line, would you?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Just this. If us girls win, you boys have to be our naked slaves at a girls’ party. If you boys win, we’ll be your naked slaves at a party for you.”

Brad was stunned by the boldness of the proposition but the though of naked girls at a party overrode any inhibitions he might have had.

“OK, you’re on,” he said without even consulting the rest of the team.

“There will have to be some ground rules,” Pan added.

“Such as?”

“Such as the participants.

If we’re going to put our pussies on the line, then you boys must be willing to put your penises on the line.

Only girls and boys who are actually involved in the car wash can participate. No outsiders. Only the risk takers can be eligible for the rewards.

So *WHEN* us girls win, the only boys we can see are the boys who did the car wash. However, only the girls who did the car wash can attend the party.

Likewise, if you boys win, only the girls who did the car wash will have to get naked and you can only invite the boys in the car wash.”

“OK, that sounds fair.

“Next, no touching.”

“Aww.”

“Look, but don’t touch or no bet.”

“Oh, OK.”

“Finally, no pictures.”

“What?”

“No pictures. They will get out and the whole lot of us will be in trouble. All phones will be checked at the door.”

“Anything else?”

“No alcohol. Things will be risky enough without it.”

“Jeeze, girl, you take all the fun out of an orgy.”

“Those are the conditions. Take them or leave them.”

“OK, you win. I agree. No touching, no pictures, no alcohol.”

There was some silence and then Brad asked, “How do we keep the loser from reneging on the bet?”

Pan was ready for it, “A phone exchange.”

“A phone exchange? How does that work?”

“We give each other our phones on the day of the car wash and exchange them back the following day.

The winner gets her phone back first while the loser strips naked. Once she has a picture of him, then she can give him his phone back.”

“Cute, but only you used the wrong adjectives. It isn’t her and she that will be doing the picture taking, it will be me. I’m really going to enjoy having a naked picture of you on my phone.”

Pan sniffed, “To show you what a good sport I am, I will not share the picture with my friends. Oh, I’ll let them see it, but I won’t send a copy to anyone and I’ll even erase it after you boys paid off your debt.

Of course, if you boys don’t follow though, then I will send it to all my friends and who knows where it will go from there.”

“Deal!”

-=o=-

“They really went for it?” Tracy asked.

“Hook, line and sinker,” Pan replied. “Look, I know that this puts a new perspective on things. If any of your girls want to back out, I’m OK with that. I’ll talk with the rest of the girls to replace you.”

“To see a half dozen ‘swinging dicks?’ You got to be crazy. I’m in.” Patty said enthusiastically.

“Make it seven,” Pan corrected, “Their ringleader, Brad will be naked too!”

The rest of the girls chimed in with confirmation that they were going to “put their pussies on the line” as Pan described it to Brad.

-=o=-

Fortunately, the weather on the day of the car wash was nice. The sky was clear, the sun was shining and the temperature was amenable to getting wet.

The boys’ team consisted of Brad, Eddie, B.J., Mark, Hal, Rob and “Tank” (his real name was Michael, but nobody except the teachers called him that.).

The girls’ team had on its roster Pan, Tracy, Patty, Denise, Angie, Brooke and Melissa.

The boys were decked out in their shorts and team jerseys for the tops.

The girls wore short-shorts and had on T-shirts, which when they got wet were transparent revealing their bikini tops that showed off nicely their young, shapely breasts.

The gas station was set up so as when you left the pumps, there was an open area straight ahead. The boys’ team was set up on the left and the girls’ team towards the right.

Pan and Brad met between the two stations and shook hands. They also exchanged phones.

From the onset, the girls dominated the event. Cars would be lined up on the right waiting to be washed even when there was no line on the left.

Occasionally, a car would pull in on the left side. One of them was Coach Mather who when he asked how it was going, got the bad news.

“They’re killing us coach. Look at the line waiting for them.”

The coach looked over and noted that most of the drivers were male with maybe one or two with a female co-pilot. There were even some women in line. Word got out about the battle of the sexes and it seemed that a lot of women came out to side with their own gender.

“All we’ve had is a couple of old men.”

“I’ll try not to take that as an insult,” the coach chuckled.

Coach then said, “I’ll be back” and walked into the store. He came back out after hitting the ATM machine and gave the boys $100 for washing his car. The “standard” donation was $5.

Despite his “stuffing the ballot box,” the girls won with three times the amount the boys raised.

Pan and Brad met again between the stations. “See you in the gym after we get cleaned up.” The school was a couple of blocks away. The kids had to load up their sponges and buckets and return them to the school and were given the opportunity to shower and change clothes.

“You’re really not going to do this; are you?” Brad asked as he met Pan in the gym.

“Of course I am. You would have expected me to do the same if we had lost.”

He had no answer, so she took him by the hand and led him off. “Come, let’s find someplace more private.”

Being Saturday, the school was deserted except for the boys and girls from the car wash and a handful of adults who supervised them or came to pick them up. They were mostly now in the cafeteria for post-car-wash coffee and doughnuts.

Pan led him to one of the smaller classrooms in a remote corner of the building.

“I can’t do this,” Brad nearly sobbed.

“Yes, you can. You are a boy of honor, who will acknowledge is debts,” Pan said, trying to soothe his ego.

She also added, “As I told you when you made the bet, I will guard the picture and keep it safe, and once you boys are done, the picture is history. I promise.”

Brad bowed his head and started disrobing.

“You’re forgetting something,” Pan said.

“What?”

“My phone.”

“Oh.”

Brad handed her the phone and she prepared it to take a picture. “I want to get this over with as soon as possible,” she explained. “I’m sure you feel the same way.”

She wasn’t sure whether her motivation was out of fear of being caught or out of compassion for her male captive.

Brad got naked and Pan took her picture of him. It came out OK and she showed it to him to assure him that she did, indeed, have the incriminating evidence against him.

She would have liked to stand there and examine him more closely, but she was also concerned that they would be missed and people might start wondering where they got off to.

“Get dressed,” she said unnecessarily. She could have just left, but she waited as he resumed his clothing.

As they were about to leave the classroom, she handed him back his phone and as he was distracted putting it away. she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on his cheek, “There, that wasn’t that bad,” she said. “Relax, we’re not mean girls. We’ll have our fun at the party, but we’re not going to hurt you boys.”

As soon as she returned to the cafeteria, she was swarmed by her girls, “Did you get it?” “Can we see?” “How big is he?” “Did you do anything else?” “Did you touch it?” came the barrage of questions.

“Back off, girls, this is too public a place. I’ll get with each of you this afternoon and tell you everything.”

“And show us everything,” Denise said.

“Yeah, I’ll show you the picture when I get a chance. Definitely tonight.”

Coach Mather and Coach Stevens congratulated their respective teams on the money they raised for the school.

“Now as some of you know,” Coach Mather explained, “The boys and girls were in a friendly competition to see which team could raise the most money. The girls’ team won.”

At this point there was loud cheering and applauding.

“As a consequence and in honor of losing this bet, the boys will be cheering at the Girls’ Basketball game against McAuley High school.”

There was some scattered applause.

“Also as part of the conditions of the bet, the boys will be doing their cheers in girls’ cheerleading uniforms, complete with skirts and pom-poms.”

Cheers, shouts and cat-whistles from the girls.

Coach Stevens stepped forward, “I’ve also agreed to volunteer my time to teach the boys some of the cheers and routines they’ll need to know. The girls on my squad are willing to help out.”

-=o=-

“I’m not going to do it,” Mark protested.

“What do you mean?” Brad responded.

“I mean, I’m not getting naked in front of the girls.”

“You have to. We lost the bet, fair and square. They have that picture of me.”

“But they don’t have a picture of me, or any of us other boys. So we don’t have to do it.”

B.J. stepped forward and got in Mark’s face, “You better rethink that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we all agreed to the bet. You wouldn’t back out if we had won, would you?”

“Well, no. Hey, you guys aren’t really thinking about going through with this?”

“I am,” replied B.J.

This was followed by a chorus of “Me too’s” from the other boys.

“You guys are crazy. You can do it if you want, but count me out.”

“Maybe we can change your mind,” B.J. challenged. “Look, we’re a team. One for all and all for one. The one, this time, is Brad. He literally put his balls on the line for us. We are his teammates and we’re all going to back him up and that includes you.

And if that’s not enough, we could grab you, strip you butt-assed naked and toss you out into the gym in the middle of the girls’ PE class.”

At this point the other boys crowded around within Mark’s “personal space.” He got the message and backed down. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll do it,” he said without much enthusiasm.

-=o=-

Pan had arranged for a victory sleep-over that very night and that was the perfect opportunity to give the girls all the details of her meeting with Brad. She had transferred the picture to her computer and erased it from her phone; she didn’t want the picture on her phone: it was too dangerous there.

All the girls were clambering for a copy, but Pan was adamant, “I promised Brad that only I will have a copy and I will keep my promise.”

“Why did you do such a stupid thing?” Brooke asked.

“Well, for one, I needed to do it to ‘sweeten the deal’ so Brad would go along.

And for another, I’m a girl of honor. I would not like to be submitted to constant blackmail so I don’t think it would be fair to the boys to subject them to constant blackmail either. This is a one-time shot – unless the boys are stupid enough to take us on in the future.”

She needed to steer the discussion away from this topic so she changed the conversation with a cheer. She shouted defiantly, “We won; the boys lost! We are female. We are girls. We are the future. Girl Power!”

At this the party all responded, “GIRL POWER!” as they high-fived each other.

“So when and where are we going to hold this party?” Melissa asked. “It would be tough enough to get anybody’s parents to agree to a party with boys, much less naked boys.”

Pan answered, “Tracy and I have that worked out. My parents always go out of town for the homecoming game at their Alma Mata. Tracy’s mom is going to offer to let me stay with her rather than travel with my parents.”

My parents will go for the deal. They won’t have to share the hotel room with me, and it’s an opportunity for a romantic getaway.

Once my parents are gone, we can have the party here.”

“Um,” Angie interrupted, “I see a couple of weak points in that plan. Like how are you sure Tracy’s mom is going to ask you to stay over and whose mom in her right mind is going to let her daughter go to a party in an unchaperoned house?”

A very adult sounding voice broke into the conversation, “Mrs. Arnold? This is Marcy Sherwood, Tracy’s mom.”

The girls turned to look. It was Tracy. Tracy went on, “I understand that you’ll be out of town next weekend and I was wondering if we could have Pan stay with us. Tracy and she get along great. I am sure your daughter will just love staying with my Tracy rather than the long car drive.”

Pan put in, “Of course I’ll be lobbying my mom to let me stay with Tracy. I’m sure she’ll say yes.

So we have an afternoon ‘party’ here – we won’t actually call it that. Just tell your parents that you are meeting up with some of he girls on the cheer squad. It’s nothing more than a typical Saturday afternoon.”

From there, the sleepover degenerated into the normal activities that happen at a sleepover: namely, just about everything but sleep. Throughout the night speculation about what the boys look like and what kind of “games” they could play at the party came up.

-=o=-

Pan donned her backpack and called, “Mom, Dad, I’m going to Tracy’s.”

“I hope you have a good time. Don’t give Mrs. Sherwood a hard time.”

“Mom! When have I ever been a problem while staying over somebody else’s house?”

“Never. You’ve always been a perfect house guest. But I’d be called to task by the Mom’s Union if I didn’t make that admonishment.”

Pan laughed. “You and dad have a safe trip. I hope the game goes well and I’ll see you on Sunday. Love you, mom.”

“Love you too, dear. We’ll be back about 4 PM on Sunday. We’ll give you a call about an hour out. Pizza for dinner.”

Pan did go to Tracy’s and left her backpack on Tracy’s porch. She spent the rest of the day with Tracy, going home before dinner to a lonely and dark house. It was the one point in her plan she didn’t like: staying home alone.

She thought about arranging to have her actually sleep over at Tracy’s or some other girl’s house or have one of her team stay with her. However, she couldn’t risk the complication that adding more confederates to the plan would introduce. She had an uneventful night’s sleep but it was fitful.

Tracy bailed her out by coming over as early as she could, about 9:30. The boys were due over at 11:00 and the rest of the girls at noon. The two girls had breakfast and did an extra vigilant job cleaning up afterwards. Pan could not afford to have the house not look exactly like it did when her parents left.

The boys showed up, as a group, at exactly 11 AM. Pan give herself a mental kick. She should have had them come singly. A group of boys showing up all at once might be noticed by the neighbors. People walking along singly don’t draw as much attention.

She immediately made a correction, calling her friends and telling them not to gather and come over all at once. She even gave each girl a specific arrival time so they would come about 5 minutes apart.

“Do we have to get naked now?” asked Brad.

“No,” Pan replied. “I think it would be better if you stayed dressed until the rest of us girls get here. Now follow me. I need your help getting this place decorated and set up for the party. You’ll also stay afterwards to clean up.”

The boys worked mostly under the direction of the girls. It wasn’t a matter of the boys worked and the girls took it easy. The girls, while providing mostly supervisory duties, also had tasks of their own and pitched in helping the boys on some of the tasks that required more than one set of hands.

It took nearly the hour that Pan had planned, but the place was party-ready by that time. It was done up mostly in pinks and whites and other colors associated with a bridal shower. The food would make a dietician or anyone else have a heart attack, but it was all the kind teens loved. As stated in the rules, there was no alcohol, nor did the boys attempt to bring any.

Melissa was the first to arrive, followed in increments until all the girls were there.

Now that it came down to it, Pan had to screw up her courage. She asked, “Do you boys want to get undressed by yourself, or do you want us girls to undress you?”

“Um, we’ll do it ourselves.”

“OK, fine. We promised that there would be no touching. I’m changing that rule slightly. There will be no touching without your permission.”

Turning to the girls, she said, “Each of you has been given a little notepad and a pencil. I want you to record your scores for the things we’ll have the boys do for us.

The first contest will be the strip tease. Each boy will get undressed one by one. You will evaluate their performance and give them a score from one to ten with one being a complete turn-off to ten being a complete turn-on.

At the end of the party, we’ll tally them up to see who the sexiest boy is.”

Turning to the boys, she said, “OK, so who wants to be first?”

She did not expect a chorus of volunteers.

“OK, we’ll do this by jersey order. The boy who has the lowest number jersey goes first.”

Brad, being the Quarterback wore number 7 so he got to go first. Followed by B.J. (Defensive Safety – number 29), Mark (Running Back – number 34, Tank (Linebacker – number 58), Rob (Defensive End – number 71), Hal (Offensive Tackle – number 75 and Eddie (Wide Receiver – Number 83).

“Brad, you’re on. Remember, the girls are keeping score.”

Brad’s performance was only marginally better than dismal. He might as well have been taking off his clothes for a shower rather than for an audience of randy girls.

What he lacked in performance, he made up for in physical appearance. As with most athletes, his body was trim and he was exquisitely outlined in muscle. The girls noted that his penis, when it became available to view, was uncircumcised.

B.J was a lot faster getting undressed, probably because there was already one naked boy in the room to break the ice. He made it a point to put a bit more flair in his movements.

The other boys followed in order, each adding some additional twist to his disrobing routine. Pan couldn’t help but to think that even in humiliation, boys still remained competitive.

The show ended with Eddie taking off his underwear, twirling it around over his head and letting it fly towards the crowd of now-cheering girls.

The girls waited in anticipation to see if the rumors were true. As it turned out, his black penis appeared to be about the same size as the other boys’.

“Well done, boys!” Pam congratulated, giving the boys an ovation. The rest of the girls followed her encouragement.

“Now I am sure that the question on every girl’s mind in this room is, ‘How big are they?’ I know that the rules say that we can’t touch you, but there is nothing in the rules about you boys touching each other.

On that table is a ruler. I want you boys to measure each other and call off the measurement.

To make the contest fair, I will tell you how to take the measurement: the boy whose penis is being measured will put the ruler on TOP of his penis with the end flush against his groin. You can push it in a bit, in fact, all the way to the pubic bone and that will give you another eight of an inch to an inch depending on how much fat is there.

The boy who is taking the measurement will take the playing card and hold it perpendicular under the ruler and slide it until it makes contact with the tip of the penis and read off the reading.

All measurements will be supervised by one of us girls to make sure the process is carried out properly and she will confirm the measurement.”

“Wow,” Brooke said. “How did you ever figure that out?”

“Like duh! The internet. Even on a G-rated computer, one with all the parental controls in the world, you can still get hits if you Google, ‘How to measure a penis.’ It’s important so men know what size condoms to buy. I read about a dozen of them and they all used some version of this technique.

Now stop interrupting,” she added with a giggle, “We’re only half way there. We still have to measure how thick around they are. We got a tape measure for that. I’m sure all you girls know how to use one of those and you can explain it to the boys.”

Looking up and down the line of naked boys, she said, “Naturally, you boys want to be erect for this, so those of you who aren’t hard, do what you have to do to make yourself hard.”

The girls were surprised that most of the boys were already erected. Rob and Hal flagged a little, but even they weren’t completely flaccid. Did the fact that they were naked in front of a group of girls make them hard?

Rob and Hal looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, each put a hand down to his penis and started stroking. The girls put their hands to their mouths and broke out in giggles. The two boys blushed.

Pan stepped in to console them, “It’s OK boys, you’re just doing what you have to do.”

So now the girls had 7 penises standing hard and tall before them.

Pan, acting as the mistress of ceremonies continued “We’ll do this in jersey order again. Brad will start by measuring B.J., B.J. will measure Tank and so on ending up with Eddie measuring Brad.

Now, each of you girls need to decide which measurement you want to supervise – I got Brad,” she claimed Brad as “her” boy without taking a breath.

The rest of the girls discussed it among themselves, made their assignments and each girl had “her” boy for the remainder of the party.

“B.J., Brad, get over here and face each other.

Brooke, you’re B.J.’s girl, you stand over there behind the boys and the rest of us girls will stand on this side of the boys so everyone has a good view.”

Now that it came down to it, the boys were reluctant to take each other’s measurements.

Measuring the length wasn’t that difficult. B.J. had no problem holding both his penis and the ruler at the same time, and Brad was able to slide the card under it without ever touching B.J.’s penis.

Brooke called off the measurement and the girls duly recorded it on their pads.

It was using the tape measure that gave Brad an issue. “I can’t do this. I can’t touch another boy’s junk.”

“I’ll do it for you,” Brooke quickly volunteered.

That elicited an even quicker, “NO!” from B.J.

Then just as quickly, that brought a disappointed look to Brooke’s face.

Pan turned to the boys, “So how do you want to do this? Do you want another boy to use the tape measure on you, or do you want your girl to do it?”

The boys gathered and talked among themselves. Brad announced their decision. “We’ll do the length measurement. You girls can do the around measurement, BUT ...” he paused for emphasis, “you can only touch the shaft and only just enough to get the measurement. Agreed?”

Pan spoke for the girls, “Agreed!”

A gleeful Brooke went to work with the tape measure.

Each boy was measured in turn using this boy-then-girl method.

After the measurement, the girls sent the boys to the kitchen to make up a plate of snacks for them. Each girl was waited on by her personal boy attendant. It was break time and both girls and boys enjoyed the snacks talking as casually as if everyone were dressed.

Pan had the boys do a quick bussing job to clear the living room and then directed the boys in their next activity.

She put on some music and the boys immediately recognized it. It was a very “bouncy” piece with an 8-count, percussion beat to it. It was the song that the boys practiced to as Coach Peters taught them one of the team’s basic cheers.

Pan nodded to Denise and both girls took up standing either side of the line of boys. The girls went through the motions of the cheer and encouraged, “OK boys, join in. You know you need the practice.”

The two girls made them go through a couple of supervised sets and then restarted the music so the boys could do it on their own as the girls laughed and clapped while watching them.

Part of the routine was a can-can, step with the boys locking arms over shoulders and alternating kicks with each leg. The activity got their penises and balls bouncing and the girls’ sides were getting sore from all the laughing. They knew that when they saw the boys doing this routine with clothes on, this is the vision that would come to their head.

The girls gave the boys another ovation and another break. The boys agreed that cheerleading practice was as demanding as football practice. You had to be in good physical shape to do it.

“It wouldn’t be a party without dancing,” Pan noted, so she put on some dance music. “Why don’t you boys dance for us?”

It was a lively number and the boys could put on their moves without having to touch each other. They were just sort of dancing as 7 individuals and not with each other as partners.

That changed when the girls got up and started dancing with them. The girls, too, put on their sexiest moves. Any penis that had drooped was now rising back to greet the girl that the boy was dancing with.

Everybody seemed to have fun dancing, but time was becoming a factor.

Pan said, “I think I could speak for the girls when I say that we’ve had a great time.” She got confirmation in the form of nods and “yeahs” from the other girls.

“But I think there is one more thing us girls would like to see.”

The boys faces dropped, some of them had already guessed at what was coming next.

“We would like to see you boys jerk off and cum.”

The boys looked at one another and said nothing.

“To sweeten the deal, we girls will take off our tops.”

This brought some complaints from some of the girls. Pan squashed it with logic, “Oh come on girls, we all have bras on. We’re not going to show any more than in a bathing suit. In fact, we showed more at the car wash than we’ll be revealing now. At least now our clothing is all dry.”

Pan reckoned that the boys were on the brink. All she needed was one more little push and they’d tumble over into submission.

She nodded at Tracy. Both girls removed their tops. This bought gasps from both the girls and boys in the room.

Then she and Tracy embraced and gave each other a sensual kiss on the mouth. One of the boys murmured, “Oh man, that’s hot!”

The girls broke their embrace. Pan said, “You want to see more of that?”

She got a unanimous nod of assent from the boys.

“Then this is how it will work. Us girls will take turns kissing each other. After all, if we’re kissing then we’re not looking. You boys will sit on that exercise ball one at a time and jerk off while the rest of the girls watch.

I think by now, you boys know what order to go in. Brad, you’re up.”

Pan regretted not being able to see her boy masturbating, but she really enjoyed kissing Tracy. She didn’t know which activity excited her more: watching boys masturbate or kissing another girl.

With the masturbation of the last boy, the party was coming to an end and there was a lake of expended cum on the floor in front of the exercise ball.

“There are just two things left to do,” Pan announced. “Brad, come with me.”

Pan led Brad, followed by the crowd to her bedroom. She brought up the picture of Brad that she had taken the day of the car wash.

“This is the only copy of this picture in existence. You can do the honors,” she said pointing at the Delete Key. Brad pressed it. The picture disappeared. She even went to the Trash Bin and removed it there.

“And now for the final touch,” she said, bring up another program and clicking the button, “wipe the free space clean.” The picture of naked Brad was gone from history.

“What was the second thing?”

“I’ll need everybody’s help in getting this place cleaned up. You boys can get dressed and give us girls a hand.”

The kids did a good job. The house looked perfect.

The girls never did tally their score cards, but took them home as souvenirs; without pictures, it’s the best they were going to get.

Tracy stayed with Pan as long as she could. Pan spent another lonely night, but it was worth it for pulling the party off without any issues.

-=o=-

The long-awaited girls’ basketball game between Gilmore and McAuley finally took place. As the Gilmore Cheer Squad took to the court, the crowd laughed and cheered. By this time, the boys had complete cheer outfits. They did a full “dress rehearsal” only a couple of days before.

Never did Gilmore cheerleaders look so ugly with hairy legs and angular features. But it was all in good sport. The boys only had one routine that they did on their own and they put their hearts into it. They participated in some of the other cheers done by the “real” girls on the squad to the extent that they were trained.

It was a custom for the home cheer squad to welcome the opposition cheer squad at half time. The boys were surprised how the girls from the other side greeted them. There were some jokes and snide comments, all offered in obvious jest, but a lot of it was along the lines of, “You guys are great; it takes a special kind of boy to do this!” A few girls even offered their phone numbers!

“What was that all about?” Brad asked as the Gilmore Cheer Squad returned to their side of the court.

Pan smiled at him, “I’ll let you in on a ‘girl secret.’ Sure, we like masculine men, but real men are those who are ‘man enough’ to take the hits. If you boys were not secure with your own masculinity, you could never had done this. Most boys are insecure with their sexuality, they have to constantly do something to prove it. They actually feel threatened by girls. You boys are now past that point.”

Brad thought about that. The girls had humiliated him and his friends: first by winning the car wash competition, then at the girls’ private party and now in public in a gym full of people: many of whom were his classmates. Yet, he felt better for the experience.

(End of File)