Skill Check
Chapter 5
Lucas started by reaching out and grabbing Jenna’s breasts. His hands closed around the full, warm weight of them. Jenna closed her eyes and let out a soft breath, her body leaning into his touch. The rest of the cheerleaders stood there watching, their expressions a mix of jealousy and surprise. Some of them shifted in place, bare tits moving as they breathed, eyes fixed on what Lucas was doing to their captain.
He grabbed onto her nipples, twisting them firmly between his fingers as he pulled her closer. Jenna’s eyes snapped open from the sharp pain, a small gasp escaping her lips. Lucas held them for a moment longer, lifting her heavy tits up by the nipples before letting go. They fell back down with a noticeable bounce. Satisfied, he gently turned her around so she faced the rest of the cheerleaders. He stayed behind her, hands moving back to her tits, groping and squeezing them openly while he spoke.
“Ladies! I think it’s time to finally practice and show me your cheerleading skills.” As he talked he kept groping Jenna’s tits from behind. She subtly rubbed her ass back against his crotch, pressing into the hard bulge in his pants.
“But I do understand that you need something to cheer for, so here’s what you’re gonna do…” Lucas lowered his hands and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jenna’s panties. He pulled them down slowly, letting them slide down her toned legs until they pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them without being told.
“I am going to fuck Jenna’s pussy here and I want you guys to cheer me on. Whoever does the best job gets to eat my cum out of her pussy and also lick my cock clean. Is that understood?”
The topless cheerleaders in front of him looked determined now, the competition clear in their eyes. “YES SIR!” they all yelled out at once, voices echoing through the gym.
Jenna turned her head to look back at him, giving Lucas a seductive look. Without another word she bent over, placing her hands on the floor and spreading her legs a little to give him better access to her pussy. Her blonde ponytail hung down, swaying slightly. Lucas chuckled to himself. The smug girl from earlier who had been laughing at him with the rest of the squad had changed so much in the last hour or so. She was presenting herself like this without any hesitation now.
Not wanting to keep a pretty lady waiting, Lucas took off his pants and underwear in one quick motion. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. He guided the head to Jenna’s sloppy wet pussy and pushed in. She was soaked already, her hole taking him easily as he slid deep inside her. The warmth and tightness made him groan.
He didn’t really need any extra motivation to fuck a pussy as good as this one, but he soon heard activity in front of him. When he raised his head he saw the cheerleaders had already formed up into neat lines, hands behind their backs at first before they started moving into a proper formation. They began dancing and chanting, their bare tits bouncing with every move as they performed.
“Lucas! Lucas! He’s our man! His cock is the best in the land!”
“Give it to her, make her scream! Lord Lucas, you’re our dream!”
“Big cock energy, fuck her deep! Jenna’s lucky, make her weep!”
“Cum inside, fill her up! Lucas’s load, we can’t get enough!”
The chants kept coming, crude but enthusiastic, mixing with the sounds of their sneakers on the floor and the rhythmic clapping of their hands. They were really into it, faces focused, bodies moving in sync while completely topless. Some of them added extra hip rolls and jumps, their tits jiggling wildly as they cheered him on.
Amused by how into it the cheerleaders were, Lucas started fucking Jenna harder. He gripped her hips and thrust deep, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the space between chants. Jenna could only moan in response, her body rocking forward with each push, ponytail swinging. Her moans mixed with the cheers, making the whole scene even more surreal.
In the background Camila’s punishment continued without pause. Megan brought the kendo stick down again and again across the coach’s ass while Camila kept her mouth working on the petite girl’s pussy. Every crack was followed by Camila gasping, the petite girl was moaning louder now, grinding against the coach’s face.
A few minutes later the familiar face of the black cheerleader returned. She came back from her laps, bent over and touched her toes right next to Lucas. She was breathing hard, sweat pouring down her dark skin, tits hanging down from the position. Lucas was so focused on fucking Jenna that he almost didn’t notice her until she spoke out loud again.
“Please spank my ass, sir!”
Touched by the girl’s devotion after all the laps and punishment she had already taken, Lucas slowed his thrusts for a moment. “You can just stay bent over like that,” he told her. “While I reward your dedication to your training.”
He reached down and pulled her soaked panties down her legs. The fabric was dark with sweat. She stayed perfectly bent over, ass and pussy exposed. Lucas didn’t wait. He plunged two fingers into her pussy. She wobbled in place as the sudden wave of pleasure hit her, a shaky moan escaping her lips while her legs trembled from exhaustion and the new sensation.
As the cheerleaders continued to dance and cheer for him, the gym was filled with the constant rhythm of their chants, clapping hands, and the slap of their feet on the polished floor. Their bare tits bounced freely with every move, drawing Lucas’s eyes as he kept thrusting into Jenna. The petite bob-cut cheerleader’s moans suddenly grew much louder right beside Camila. Her body tensed hard, hips grinding against the coach’s face as she came loudly all over Coach Torres’s mouth and chin. The girl’s legs shook violently for a few seconds before she collapsed backward, ing out from the overwhelming pleasure. She lay on the floor breathing heavily, eyes closed, a satisfied but exhausted look on her face.
Lucas laughed as he watched the tiny woman lying there. Her once-strict coach had just made her cum that hard while staying locked in the worship pose the entire time. But when he looked at Camila, her dark eyes were fixed only on him. She stared at Jenna with clear envy, watching every thrust Lucas gave the cheer captain. The coach wanted to be in Jenna’s place badly, but she couldn’t ask. She stayed silent, waiting for any command from her God.
Lucas glanced over at Megan. She had finished the punishment and was no longer hitting Camila with the kendo stick. The stick rested neatly against her leg as she stood there in Caroline’s blouse and pencil skirt, professional as ever.
He called both women over. “Megan. Camila. Come here.”
Camila got to her feet insanely quick. Her bronze skin was covered in red marks across her ass and tits from all the strikes, but her face showed nothing but pure devotion. She approached Lucas with her hands ed together in front of her and her head bowed low. Megan walked over and stood beside her, waiting calmly.
“Megan, I want you to click pictures and videos of this moment,” Lucas said. “I want you to document it thoroughly.”
Megan nodded right away. She pulled out her phone, opened the camera, and started recording. She moved slightly to get good angles of the cheerleaders still dancing in formation, their bare tits bouncing with every step and jump they made. The phone captured everything without any hesitation from her.
“Meanwhile, you my dear Camila…” Lucas continued, looking at the older woman.
“Yes my Lord!?” Camila replied instantly, her voice eager even before he finished speaking.
“I want you to show these young women who you’re supposed to guide what actual dedicated cheerleading full of devotion could look like. You’d do that for me, won’t you?”
Camila didn’t even hesitate. She fell straight to the floor in front of him. Her hands grabbed Lucas’s feet and she started kissing them repeatedly, pressing her lips against his shoes over and over with total reverence. “I shall show them how to worship your holiness my Lord,” she said, voice full of ion. She got back to her feet quickly, grabbed a pair of pom poms that were lying on the floor nearby and pushed some of the cheerleaders aside to make space for herself in the middle of the group.
The naked coach began to dance and cheer in a very sexual manner. She shook the pom poms high, thrusting her marked tits forward and rolling her hips suggestively with every move. Her chants came out loud and fervent as she performed.
“Lucas is the best man on earth! Worship him, give him your worth!”
“Lord Lucas owns every hole! His cock is our only goal!”
“Bow down low, feel his power! Serve him every single hour!”
“Lucas! Lucas! Our true God! Fill us up with your holy rod!”
Her body moved with complete devotion, sweat mixing with the red marks on her skin as she jumped and shook her ass toward Lucas. She made sure every motion showed how much she worshipped him.
Not to be outdone, the other cheerleaders kept dancing around her. They wanted his attention too. Their bare tits bounced harder as they tried to match Camila’s energy, adding their own moves and chanting even louder to compete. The whole group was now a mess of topless bodies moving together, pom poms waving, voices overlapping as they all tried to impress him.
Lucas felt satisfied watching it all. The sight of his once-strict coach leading this perverted cheer routine while the rest fought for his approval pushed him over the edge. He gripped Jenna’s hips tighter and started fucking her harder and harder. His cock drove deep into her wet pussy with every thrust. Jenna could only moan loudly in response, her body rocking forward, hair swinging wildly as she took it. Lucas was almost about to cum.
Lucas was right on the edge, buried deep inside Jenna’s tight, sloppy pussy. He gripped her hips harder, thrusting fast as her moans mixed with the nonstop cheers and chants from the topless cheerleaders dancing around them. His balls tightened, ready to fill her up, when the gym doors burst open with a loud bang.
An angry figure charged straight into the room. Lucas turned his head just in time to see who it was. His blood ran cold. Miss Harding, Caroline was storming right at him, fury burning in her eyes. She still wore the short pleated skirt Megan had given her and the tight crop top that barely contained her tits. Her black tights were gone completely. Lucas didn’t have to look twice to know why. He had forgotten all about the command he left her with earlier.
Her body was covered in writing. The words “I must not disobey my professor” were scrawled across almost every inch of visible skin, her stomach, her arms, her thighs, even parts of her legs. The ink looked smudged in places, like she had tried to rub it off, but it was still clear enough to read. The sight of his strict teacher marked up like that, even while she was furious, sent a twisted rush through him. It was hot seeing the bitch like this.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!” Caroline yelled as she closed the distance fast. “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!”
She kept shouting as she got closer. “THE JANITOR DRAGGED ME OUT OF MY CLASS! DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS? I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING TO ME!”
Before Lucas could react or pull out of Jenna, Caroline tackled him. The impact knocked him backward off Jenna. His cock slipped out of her wet pussy as he hit the gym floor hard. Caroline landed on top of him, straddling his waist, her marked-up body pressing down as she tried to pin him.
That was what had snapped her out of it. Lucas realized it in a panic. His last valid command to her through the dice had only been to make her a more kind and helpful teacher. The part about being his student had broken the moment she left the classroom, exactly like what happened with Megan earlier. The context of his command mattered.
Lucas knew he had to get out of this situation fast. His hand shot into his pocket, fingers closing around the dice. But before he could pull it out or open his mouth to speak, Caroline grabbed his wrists and slammed them to the floor. The dice slipped from his grip and skittered away across the polished wood, spinning out of reach.
“You’re trying to drug me again, aren’t you!?” she shouted angrily, her face right above his. “I won’t let you!”
She held him down with surprising strength, her crop top riding up and showing more of the writing across her stomach. Lucas struggled underneath her, heart pounding. The gym had turned into pure chaos around them. The cheerleaders had stopped their routine, standing there topless and confused, chest still heaving from the dancing. Some of them looked at Caroline with wide eyes. The black cheerleader remained bent over nearby, ass out, waiting for her next spanking even in the middle of all this.
“My Lord!” Coach Torres yelled suddenly.
Camila rushed forward from where she had been performing, completely naked, red marks covering her tits and ass. She tried to attack Caroline to protect Lucas. The older teacher looked surprised for a split second at the sight of the naked coach charging at her, but she didn’t freeze. Caroline clutched something in her hand that Lucas hadn’t noticed before. She sprayed it right into Camila’s face as the coach got close.
Camila doubled over instantly, coughing and clutching her eyes in pain. Lucas started coughing too as some of the pepper spray hit the air near him. Caroline turned the spray toward his face, holding it ready.
“EXPLAIN!” she demanded, still pinning him down. “How are you doing this?”
“I.. I didn’t do anything Miss Harding…” Lucas stammered as he struggled to breathe under her weight. His heart hammered in his chest. Caroline’s marked-up body pressed down on him, the words “I must not disobey my professor” visible across her stomach and arms. Her face was inches from his, flushed with rage, the smudged makeup making her look even more unhinged.
“BULLSHIT!” Caroline shouted right in his face. “Is that why there are all these naked women dancing around while you fuck them?”
She lifted her head and looked around the gym, eyes wide with disbelief. The topless cheerleaders had frozen in their positions, their routine interrupted. Jenna stayed bent over nearby, pussy exposed and dripping, looking back at them in confusion. In the background the petite bob-cut girl was still ed out on the floor. Camila crouched nearby, coughing and rubbing her eyes from the pepper spray.
Caroline’s gaze landed on Megan standing a few feet away, kendo stick gripped tightly in a defensive pose.
“Don’t you dare swing that thing at me young lady or else I’ll empty the bottle in your face!” Caroline yelled at her.
Megan hesitated, then backed off slightly, her professional secretary demeanor cracking just a little as she lowered the stick. She kept her eyes on Caroline but didn’t move to attack.
While Caroline was distracted by Megan, Lucas noticed the whistle around his neck had luckily landed near his face when she tackled him. It was brushing against his cheek. Thinking quickly, before the teacher could turn her full attention back to him, Lucas tilted his head up and grabbed the whistle between his teeth.
Caroline felt the movement under her and started to look down. “What are you—”
Lucas blew the whistle as hard as he could. The sharp sound cut through the entire gym.
He didn’t have time to think of anything clever. He needed her to be obedient to him right now, anything to get out of this mess. “CAROLINE YOU’RE JUST MY OBEDIENT BITCH!” he yelled around the whistle.
He closed his eyes tight, bracing for a face full of pepper spray. His body tensed, waiting for the burn.
Instead, he felt a wet tongue slick across his cheek.
Lucas opened his eyes slowly. Caroline was still straddling him, pinning him down, but everything about her had changed. The fury was gone. She had a dumb, happy look on her face, eyes bright and unfocused. Her tongue hung out as she panted heavily, hot breath brushing against his skin. A thin line of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth onto his shirt.
“Uhhh Miss Harding?” Lucas spoke softly, still catching his breath.
Caroline let out a loud bark in response. “Woof!”
Lucas stared at her for a second, then started laughing. He realized his words had been taken completely literally again, just like with his mom earlier in the day. The strict literature teacher who had stormed in covered in her own punishment lines was now acting like an eager, obedient bitch on top of him.
Caroline stayed right where she was, straddling Lucas, panting happily with her tongue out. She leaned down and licked his cheek again, then nuzzled against his neck like an excited dog greeting its owner. Her short pleated skirt had ridden up completely, and the writing on her thighs and stomach pressed against him as she wiggled.
Lucas’s cock, which had been so close to cumming inside Jenna moments ago, twitched hard at the new situation. Even in the middle of the chaos, seeing his once-authoritative teacher reduced to this dumb, happy, barking bitch on top of him was turning him on more than he expected. He reached up cautiously and patted her head. Caroline let out another happy bark and pressed her face into his hand, eyes closing in pure contentment.
The whistle command had worked perfectly inside the gym, just like it had with Camila earlier. Caroline was now fully in obedient bitch mode, completely under his control again. The anger and accusations were gone, replaced by this eager, panting devotion.
Lucas let out a long breath, relief washing over him. He had been seconds away from real trouble, but the whistle had saved him, for once he was glad about how he had worded his suggestion.
Lucas knew that no matter how fun everything had been, staying in the gym would be too risky. It had been a miracle that nobody else had walked in on them yet. He pushed Caroline off him and got to his feet, his cock still hard and slick from Jenna. He looked around the room quickly. The topless cheerleaders stood there watching, some still breathing hard from the dancing. Jenna remained bent over, pussy exposed. The black cheerleader stayed bent over waiting. Camila crouched nearby, eyes red from the pepper spray but fixed on him with devotion. Megan held her phone and the kendo stick, waiting for orders.
He had to make quick work and get out of here. He had to get everyone back to normal. Lucas glanced down at Miss Harding, who had dropped to all fours next to him, panting happily with her tongue out. Maybe not everyone.
“Go doggy fetch!” he said to her, pointing at where the dice had landed.
Caroline’s eyes lit up. She leaped forward on all fours, bounding across the gym floor with her short pleated skirt flipped up over her ass. She reached the dice, picked it up carefully with her teeth and bounded back to him. She dropped the dice into his hand and sat back on her haunches, looking up at him proudly, tail wagging in her mind.
Lucas brought the whistle to his mouth and blew it once again. The sharp sound filled the gym. He spoke loudly, addressing everyone in the room.
“Uhh, I want you all to clean yourselves up. When you exit the gym you will all forget what happened here today, except you two teachers, who will follow my instructions outside of the hall too and know your place as I have described it to you. All of you cheerleaders here with your tits out, you will all have a crush on me and think of me favorably outside this hall as well. And Megan, I want you to think of me as your best friend. You’re no longer my secretary. You trust me with your life.”
Satisfied that his command covered everything important, Lucas began walking out of the hall. He had to test his theory somehow and he knew the perfect guinea pig. Caroline, his obedient bitch, followed him on all fours toward the door, her marked-up body moving beside him, tongue still out as she panted happily.
With a deep breath, Lucas stepped over the threshold of the gym doors. He called her over. “Come here, girl.”
He closed his eyes for a second, expecting the worst, her snapping back to her angry teacher self and attacking him again. But when he opened his eyes, Caroline was still on all fours right beside him. She looked up at him and barked slowly, a happy smile on her face, tongue hanging out. The command had held even outside the gym for her. The two teachers were exceptions, just like he had worded it.
Convinced he had made things right, Lucas sneaked through the campus with Miss Harding in tow. He kept to the quieter paths, avoiding main walkways as much as possible. Caroline crawled beside him on all fours the entire way, her short skirt riding up and showing her ass off to anyone who may have looked. Luckily everyone seemed to be in class so nobody spotted them. Lucas’s heart pounded the whole time.
He stopped by her classroom on the way to grab her purse. The room was empty. He found the purse on her desk and took it, then led Caroline back outside. He knew she had a car in the staff parking lot. With some luck, he could put her in the car and drive home.
Well, he had to deal with his mother’s reaction once she saw his teacher acting like a dog, but something told him he could convince her with the dice. Lucas rolled the dice in his hand as they moved, feeling its weight, thinking about what he would say when they got home.