Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

The Slutty Cheerleaders Crash the Meeting

Right now, according to the announcement that Kristen had read, the faculty board meeting to decide the cheerleader’s new uniform was underway. Sitting in her bedroom, Kristen had her own idea of how sexy the new uniforms should be.

And on how Coach Vicky Morgan should convince the faculty board meeting should be convinced to let the cheerleaders wear the skimpy outfits. Kristen opened her dairy, her pussy so wet, and grinned, so ready to pen her next tale.

* * *

Coach Vicky Morgan

I sat nervous as I waited to go inside. I was all alone. I thought about bringing my girls, but I decided against it. They had rejected my proposal saying the uniforms were too skimpy. So I had an even more conservative design.

It was Mortimer Love, the dean, that had torpedoed the last one. He was an uptight man. Despite the fact that Ms. Waters–the college’s slutty librarian that let herself be used by any faculty member in the break room–and Ms. Kwon–the school’s guidance counselor who was rumored to be training girls to be sluts–were on the board, I still had to lengthen the cheerleader’s skirts. They were at the knees now, and they had full-sleeve tops.

It was ridiculous. No other high college had uniforms this conservative. They were baggy, too, but the girls needed new ones. They hadn’t been updated since the sixties. The design was so outdated, but… This one wasn’t much better.

Maybe I should just abandon the idea.

Or maybe if Mr. Doubery, the computer science teacher; Coach Rodriquez, the gym teacher; and Mr. Stone, the chemistry teacher rumored to be having an affair with Ms. Salazar, had the balls to stand to the dean, my girls wouldn’t have to be dressed like nuns while out there cheering on the teams.

“Coach Morgan,” a voice called.

I took a deep breath and headed out with my poster board with the new redesign. I stepped out before them. Ms. Water wore a wicked smile. I bet she had no panties on and probably one of the men’s cum spilling out of her pussy. The others all looked a tad bored. Dean Mortimer Love fixed his beady eyes on me. He wore glasses, his head balding. He was a rotund man. A short man.

A little man.

“Let’s see the redesign,” he said. “They better not be as slutty as the last.”

I put up the poster board and pointed at the design, “As you can see, the new uniforms are tasteful. Skirts are longer. The shells don’t fit as tight and there is no longer even a hint of a V-neck. It fits snug around the throat. And now they will wear shorts and not just spankies beneath their skirts so there’s no chance of anything stimulating. We really need these. Our uniforms are… outdated.”

* * *

Coach Morgan wants to update the uniforms into something utterly slutty. She’s tired of the conservative direction of Dean Love. He’s had her redesign them twice, wanting them to be longer. Shorts worn beneath the skirts that fall to the knees. Loose-fitting tops.

Coach Morgan is fed up. She wants the girls wearing boob tubes, short skirts, and no spankies or panties beneath. She wants her girls bare-ass and sexy. The dean and the male teachers are shocked, but Ms. Waters and Ms. Kwon are both sluts, so they’re excited.

The coach explains how the girls will be able to really move in them, but Dean Love is appalled. The other men pretend to be, too.

Dean Love is such a prude.

* * *

Coach Morgan

“The girls will really be able to move,” I said, taking such delight in exposing my new redesign. Boob tubes and skirts so short they would barely cover my girls’ asses. Of course, they would wear nothing beneath the skirts. They were cheerleaders.

They were there to get the crowd pumped. Roaring. Ready to cheer the home team on.

“This is outrageous,” Dean Love the great prude said.

Mr. Stone hid his smile while Mr. Doubery kept his face emotionless and nodded. They were all sucking up to the man who had the power to make or break their careers. I was fed up with kowtowing to the small-minded bigot. He was locked in the fifties. It was the twenty-twenties now.

“These are even more scandalous than your last proposal!” exploded from the dean. He stood, his face growing red. The flush spread across his balding pate. “Just disgusting. Lewd! No panties! This is sinful! Depraved!”

“The girls will be able to move better by wearing as little as possible,” I said. “Your proposed changes would restrict their movement.

“I like them,” Ms. Waters said.

“You’re the college’s free-use slut,” Dean Love muttered. He might be a prude lauding Christian values, but he fucked her every chance he could.

“Mmm, they really will boost the girl’s self-esteem and get the boys ready to win,” said Ms. Kwon. “I approve.”

The dean shook his head. “Not while I run this school will I allow something that lewd and pornographic! The rest of the world might want to plunge into depravity, but I won’t have it in the hallowed halls of this mighty institution of education! This is not some bordello or bawdy burlesque show! This is a school!”

I smiled. I thought this might be the case. I had a plan. “Let’s bring out the cheer captain, Buffy. She’s in the prototype. Then you can really see how it looks and how well she’s able to move in it. Buffy!”

Buffy Halderson sauntered into the room wearing the purple boob tube and the purple skirt with the gold trim. Her firm, tanned thighs flashed under the pleats. Her round boobs jiggled under the skimpy top. She came right up before the board.

Mr. Stone, Mr. Doubery, and Coach Rodriquez all groaned at the sight of her. They stared at her like she was a piece of meat. I smiled from ear to ear. I knew this would work. Once they saw the barely legal slut in all her glory, they would surrender to their lusts.

Only Dean Love sneered. How long could his morals hold out against such a delicious, barely legal ass that was Buffy Halderson? The blonde sauntered forward, her blue eyes sparkling. I knew her pussy was dripping wet.

I knew mine was.

* * *

Buffy Halderson

“Young lady,” the dean gasped as I skipped around the table, past the other teachers, and sat on his lap. “What are you wearing?”

“Don’t you like it, Dean Love?” I cooed, rubbing my ass into his crotch. I felt him swelling hard. He chubbed up beneath me. I would melt him into a pile of pudding. I was so ready to make him howl. “I think it’s perfect.”

“Strumpet!” he growled and shoved me off his lap.

I gasped as I stumbled, barely keeping my feet in my heels. I was between him and the table, but I was undeterred. I knew he would be a tough nut to crack. The other men–well, the two women, too–stared at me with such excitement. I glanced at Coach Morgan.

She nodded at me and flashed me a thumb’s up.

“Mmm, don’t you see how well we can move?” I purred, bending over before Dean Love. “This lets us be so flexible.” The cloth rode up and over my rump. I flashed my shaved pussy right at Dean Love. My cunt was practically in his face.

“Little harlot, what are you doing?” growled the dean as I wiggled my hips and touched my toes.

“It looks like she’s thrusting her cunt right into your mouth,” said Ms. Waters. “Why don’t you eat her out?”

“Yes, yes, if you don’t feast on her young cunt, it could damage her self-esteem,” Ms. Kwon added. “You don’t want to harm her emotionally and stunt her development, do you?”

“What?” spluttered the dean as I backed up my ass and pressed my pussy right in his face. “Buffy Halderson!”

I ground on him. His chair rolled back. I chased him. He hit the wall as I kept rubbing my hot, young snatch on his face. I was so wet. I must be smearing my cunt cream across his features. I brushed his nose. His lips. His cheeks.

But he didn’t lick me. No tongue flicked out and lapped at my young snatch. He turned his head so that I rubbed on his cheek. Wow, wasn’t that so rude of him? This guy just didn’t want to enjoy some free cheerleader poon.

Well, then I would have to take matters into my own hands.

“That’s okay, Dean Love,” I cooed as I spun around to face him, my pleated skirts swirling around my thighs. The others were all staring at me with lust. “I can use my mouth on you, if you won’t use it on me.”

“Strumpet!” he protested as I dropped to my knees.

“Should have just eaten her pussy,” the hunky Mr. Stone said. He was one of the most handsome teachers. Rumor had it Ms. Salazar had tempted him into cheating on his wife by bribing him with the sweet delights the home ec club cooked up.

Lots of tarts and pies were found there.

“Stop that!” the dean protested as I unzipped the gray slacks he wore. “You stop this right now, Miss Halderson. You are risking being in big trouble.”

“Me?” I purred as I opened his fly and pulled out his erect cock. “You’re the one hard for a nubile student. Why would I be in trouble?”

Mr. Doubery chuckled. “She’s got you there, Mortimer.”

I swallowed Dean Love’s cock as he spluttered. I slid my lips over his salty dick. He had a short, fat one. I nursed on him. He groaned, his hand loosening his dark tie. I winked at him as I suckled on his cock.

The other teachers were all watching with amusement. Ms. Kwon purred something that made Ms. Waters giggle. I felt Mr. Stone, Mr. Doubery, and Coach Rodriguez all staring at me with such hunger. They wanted me so badly. My hips wiggled from side to side, my pussy dripping juices.

It was so hot sucking the dean’s cock. He might not be a handsome man, but he was still in a position of power. He ruled this school, and yet he couldn’t stop me from sucking hard on his cock. He couldn’t do anything but squirm there.

“Strumpet,” he growled. “This is wrong. Don’t you know what you’re doing?”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, I think she knows just what she’s doing,” purred Ms. Waters. “My, my, such good technique. Did you teach her that, Vicky?”

“Of course I did,” Coach Morgan said. “The football team is so nice to let my girls practice giving head on them.”

“Wonderful,” Ms. Kwon said. “Only a slut would want to be a cheerleader, so I am glad that you’re overseeing the development of all the skills they’ll need in life. They can’t be cheerleaders forever.”

“But once a slut, always a slut,” Ms. Waters purred.

“Yep,” Coach Morgan purred. After all, she was a former cheerleader. She would know. She practiced on the football players, too. She could take on so many cocks at once. She was amazing.

I focused on Dean Love’s dick. I suckled on him with passion. I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down that delicious cock. I had to make him erupt into my mouth. I craved that so much. I wanted to have all that cum spurting from his dick.

Just splashing against the back of my throat. I nursed hard on him. He groaned as I loved him. He stared down at me, such lust burning in his eyes. I winked at him as I loved his cock. His dick throbbed in my mouth. It was just perfect.

“You little hussy,” he groaned as I suckled on him. “You can suck my dick, but I won’t give in.”

Once he was cumming, he would give in. he had to.