TITLE    : The Sarah Owens Story Ch. 10
STORYID  : the-sarah-owens-story-ch-10
SUMMARY  : Sarah attends her girlfriend's sleepover.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2009-12-06
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheerleader|high school|schoolgirl|spanking|oral sex|cunnilingus|dildo|sleepover|


<i>Note: This series is based upon an idea by Sarah Owens. The characters are 18 years old or older.</i>



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"This sleepover was a great idea," Karen Lewis said, smiling at the other members of South Catholic High School's cheerleading squad, who were sitting, lying, or otherwise lounging in Marilyn Madison's spacious bedroom.



Sarah, who lay next to the redhead, gave Marilyn a flirtatious look. "My girlfriend's full of great ideas." She paused. "We just put one of her better ideas into practice, before the rest of you guys got here."



Debbie Penn made a face. "Eww! I hope you changed the sheets!"



Sarah chuckled. "Unfortunately, Marilyn insisted we do just that, although I'd have preferred the scent of my woman to the fragrance of fabric softener."



Susan Davis rolled her eyes. "We're not all in love with Marilyn the way you are," she told Sarah. As if to prove her point, she kissed her own girlfriend, Jennifer Adams. "Right, Jen?"



Jenny smiled. "Right, sex kitten."



Rachelle frowned. "Sex kitten? You don't really call each other 'sex kitten,' do you?"



Susan shook her head. "Of course not." She smiled. "I call Jen 'sex goddess.'"



"That's so too much!" Rachelle declared.



"No, it's not, cuddle baby," Karen disagreed.



"Don't call me that," Karen protested. "Not here."



"Why not, cuddle baby? You call me 'honey pot.'"



Karen blushed. "Not here, I don't."



"We've never been here before, cuddle baby."



"You know what I mean. Those are our private names."



"Terms of endearment, you mean?" Debbie asked. 



"Right, Debbie," Cindy chimed in, "like when I call you W. W."



"W. W.?" Sarah asked, a bemused look on her face.



"Short for 'wet and wild,'" Cindy explained.



"Ooh! I get that," Crystal said. She turned to her own girlfriend, Becky Rogers. "Like my calling you S. W."



Seeing Becky blush, Marilyn couldn't resist asking for clarification. "'S. W.' as in?"



"Don't say it!" Becky warned.



Crystal said it: "'Slippery when Wet."



The other girls laughed, but in fun. There was no mean-spiritedness in their mirth. If Coach Bigg had done nothing else--and she had--quite a lot more, in fact--she'd taught them to function as a team, had developed real rapport among them, and had enabled each girl not only to overcome, but to transcend, the petty jealousies, envy, bickering, and jockeying for power and status that had afflicted them when her predecessor, Jane Chambers, had been the girls' coach.



Seeing each other naked, being spanked--or, rather, caned--simultaneously, and being humiliated en masse had made backbiting and the currying of favor unnecessary and, indeed, counterproductive, for, since Coach Bigg punished all the girls for the mistakes or shortcomings of any one of them, it was best, they'd soon learned, to ignore their differences and function as a team. Moreover, Coach Bigg immediately had seen that Sarah had been the squad's top dog, and the coach had taken quick and effective action to demonstrate that it was she, the coach, and no one else, who was the squad's alpha female. As a result of their having come to regard the group as more important than themselves as individuals, the girls' talents as cheerleaders had blossomed, and they were now doing jumps and stunts with ease that, a few months ago, would have been impossible for them to execute at all.



"Ouch!" Crystal cried, her cry more playful than genuine. A sharp slap had preceded the cry--the sound of Becky's hand swatting her girlfriend's ass through Becky's tight-fitting jeans.



"I warned you not to tell them what 'S. W,' meant," Becky reminded her.



"Slippery when Wet, Slippery when Wet, Slippery when Wet," Crystal shouted defiantly, her tone still playful, as, less playfully, Becky spanked her girlfriend's bottom after each time Crystal spoke the phrase: Slap! Slap! Slap!



One of the girls in each of the other couples also grabbed her respective girlfriend, some pulling her down over her knee, others holding her around the waist while she stood close, and still others pushing her onto her knees and over the bed. A loud chorus of hands, spanking buttocks, sounded as half the girls swatted the bottoms of the other half, and gasps, grunts, cries, and screams, half in earnest and half in fun, made quite a ruckus in the room for several minutes. Bodies rolled and squirmed on the bed; girls danced in place, held about their waists by their spanking girlfriends; or other teens wriggled and writhed against the edge of the mattress, as, in each case, the captives sought to escape their captors' blows.



It had all started as fun, as a sort of game, but, before long, some spanks landed harder than others, and a few of the girls got angry. Wrestling matches ensued among them, with some hair-pulling, and, in a few cases, the spankers became the spanked.



Finally, Sarah, whose bottom Marilyn had slapped with a dozen sharp swats, suggested a different game. "Let's get naked," she cried above the din, "and have sex."



"Yes, Cindy seconded Sarah's motion. "Let's make love, not war!"



In mere minutes, the cheerleaders had doffed their clothes and, instead of donning nightgowns, pajamas, or other sleepwear, the squad was nude. Sarah had seen all the others naked before, of course, in the showers after practice, but, here, in Marilyn's bedroom, it was somehow different. It was as if each of the girls was seeing the others undressed for the first time ever. The change of the setting, from the girls' showers in the high school locker room to Marilyn's spacious and elegant bedroom, from public space to private place, renewed the charm and the eroticism of their bare, sleek, slender bodies. Smooth, firm, round breasts; tight abs; clefts in pubic mounds, some hairy, and others hairless; narrow, but girlish, hips; and full, firm-soft buttocks became, so to speak, visible again, stripped of the deadening effects of an everydayness that had made these magnificent glands, muscles, sex organs, and private parts seem nothing special or unusual, restoring their wonder and mystique.



"You're beautiful," Sarah told Marilyn, as if the redhead's loveliness were a revelation to her rather than the familiar sight which, more and more, of late, Sarah had taken for granted.



"Look who's talking, gorgeous," Marilyn replied, and the lovers made love.



Everywhere else--on the bed, in chairs, on the carpeted floor, in the walk-in closet, in the bathroom attached to the boudoir--other couples likewise coupled.



Sarah, her bottom warm and glowing as a result of the hard swats her girlfriend had delivered to her buttocks, positioned herself so that her hands lay, palms up, beneath Marilyn's sleek ass cheeks and her dangling breasts rubbed against her lover's smooth, firm inner thighs as she brought her lips down, between Marilyn's thighs, to kiss the labia that guarded the tender cleft in the soft mound of the redhead's vulva that led into the warm, moist depths of her girlfriend's sex.



Sarah's lips gently brushed the lips of Marilyn's cunt. The redhead's labia were smooth and soft, almost as velvety and supple as those of Sarah's face. The blonde kissed the tender lips of her lover's pussy as gently and as tenderly as she had the first time she'd ever performed oral sex upon her girlfriend, and Marilyn's head lolled upon the pillow, upon her fiery locks, as she uttered a throaty moan that quickened the blood in Sarah's veins and made the blonde's own swelling clitoris stiffen further. Sarah's cunt, like Marilyn's pussy, drenched itself.



All around them, the other girls were involved in passionate embraces and sexual acts of their own. Susan was devouring Jennifer's pussy. Crystal was licking and sucking the stiff, swollen nipples of Becky's firm, round breasts. Becky's face was thrust between Crystal's buttocks, her tongue well up the latter's asshole. Rachelle worked a bright green dildo back and forth inside Karen's vagina. Cindy had donned a realistic, "circumcised" strap-on "cock" and was fucking Debbie in the ass with it, driving the smooth Caucasian-colored rod in and out of the stretched orifice with smooth, quick strokes. As the girls fucked and sucked and slurped, kissing and fondling and caressing, they moaned and groaned, gasped and grunted, whimpered and whined. The sounds, more than the sights, excited Sarah, for she saw the other girls' actions only out of the corner of her eye and was too focused on the task at hand to process most of the glimpses of breasts, mouths, cunts, fingers, buttocks, hands, and other body parts she saw. The sounds registered upon her consciousness more easily, as if they were audio effects played as an accompaniment to her own actions.



As Sarah licked Marilyn's labia, flicking the redhead's stiff and swollen clitoris with her own soft, wet tongue, pausing only to drink of the juices that flooded the sodden slit that was her girlfriend's vagina, the blonde was too caught up in the sexual passion that flooded her mind the way that her own pussy's lubricant inundated the depths of her sex. Sarah lowered her head into her girlfriend's soaking pussy and drew the tip of her nose along its gash, as if she were plowing the fertile furrow, and Marilyn moaned, her thighs flexing like scissors. The sleek flesh of the redhead's firm thighs squeezed the sides of Sarah's face and skull, and Marilyn moaned again, louder and longer, her fingers gripping the bedspread and balling it in her closing fists.



Sarah replaced the tip of her nose with the tip of her tongue, licking the long, deep furrow and feeling its tender, wet depths slide, liquid, past her oral appendage. Marilyn groaned, spreading her legs farther apart, and her hands pushed the top and back of Sarah's head gently, but firmly, down, so that the blonde's lips, chin, nose, and cheeks were in or upon the redhead's vulva, labia, clitoris, or vagina. Sarah rolled her head from side to side, pushing firmly, but gently, upon the marinating mound surrounding Marilyn's cunt, tasting the redhead's sex anew. Marilyn writhed, the cradle of her hips rocking beneath Sarah's shining-wet face.



Marilyn's hands fell away from Sarah's head, her fingertips trailing through her girlfriend's tangled locks, and Sarah pointed her chin into the trough of her girlfriend's twat, dragging it up, along the soaked crevice, the sides of which parted before her advance as the Red Sea had divided before Moses. At the top of the elliptical opening, Sarah drew her head back and down, sliding the point of her chin back through the flooded furrow, and Marilyn gasped, her thighs scissoring again and pressing repeatedly against the sides of Sarah's head. The pressure of her upper legs, as the closed against Sarah's skull was intense, but intermittent, the firmness of the long, strong muscles softened by the spongy tissues beneath Marilyn's smooth skin.



Pulling her hands from beneath Marilyn's buttocks, which required more effort than Sarah would have thought, the blonde cheerleader placed her palms astride the lower portions of the redhead's vulva, thumbs below the lower "V" of Marilyn's cunt and her fingers splayed over and around the upper parts of her satiny inner thighs. Drawing Marilyn's pussy lips apart by tugging her thumbs downward and outward, Sarah resumed licking her girlfriend's pussy. Wetting her tongue in Marilyn's cunt juices, Sarah flicked the tip of her oral appendage over Marilyn's rigid, swollen clitoris, and the redhead moaned, her head thrashing left and right, as her thighs, once again, flexed forcefully, scissoring the sides of Sarah's cranium.



The blonde cheerleader redoubled her efforts, licking and flicking the hard nub of flesh inside the wrinkled folds of its hood; pausing to kiss Marilyn's hot button; to nuzzle it softly, but insistently, with her lips; to tug lightly with her teeth at the slick, wet lips of her cunt. Marilyn groaned again and again, her hips bucking and rolling, her lubricating fluid filling and refilling Sarah's mouth as the blonde swallowed the warm nectar, wanting more and more of her girlfriend's most intimate body fluid to fill her mouth.



Marilyn cried out as a series of orgasms, one following immediately upon the next, rocked her. She shuddered, breasts jiggling, tummy trembling., hips wriggling, thighs flexing and squeezing, calves shaking, buttocks contracting, asshole fluttering, pussy releasing streams of thick, warm fluid, the vital essence of the redhead's femininity.



Sarah jammed her tongue between Marilyn's cunt lips, as deeply into the other girl's liquid cunt as she could, and kept her face pressed fast to Marilyn's vulva, riding the bucking pussy as a cowboy rides a bronco at a rodeo. The soft, wet jolts of Marilyn's pubic mound, of the flooded gash, and the flexing thighs were intensely exciting, if a bit humiliating, and her girlfriend's abandoned dignity in the onslaught of the ecstasy that had seized the redhead brought forth a flood of wet and tangible fervor from the depth of the blonde's loins as well, and Sarah flooded the bed beneath their twisting, writhing bodies, as her own cunt flushed itself of her pent-up passion.



Gradually, as Sarah lay facedown upon Marilyn's sodden cunt, the lovers recovering from the firestorm of ecstasy that had swept through their brains, their hearts, and their pussies, wet with their own, and one another's cunt juices, the sounds--moans and groans, gasps and grunts, whines and whimpers--became audible again, and they began to notice the other girls who were making love to one another, face to cunt or face to ass, mouth upon breast, tongues lashing clits or anuses, fingers or hands inside pussies or rectums, and, in the case of Cindy and Debbie, a strap-on dildo in play. Turning her head to one side, Sarah used Marilyn's soaked pussy as a saturated pillow, watching the other girls' actions. The sight of so many bouncing breasts, tightening tummies, rolling hips, scissoring thighs, and clenching buttocks was enough to bring Sarah to orgasm again, and she gasped as waves of pleasure washed through her body and soul, feeling Marilyn's slender fingers brushing her hair as the flood of ecstasy washed through her own loins.



Afterward, lying as they were, with Sarah's wet face and hair cradled in the drenched lap of her lesbian lover, Sarah said, "If we had a strap-on like Cindy and Debbie, you could fuck me with it, the way Cindy's fucking Debbie."



Marilyn smiled down at the top of her girlfriend's tousled hair. "We'll get one, but I'd rather fuck you in the ass than the cunt--most of the time, anyway--if you don't mind."



"Mind?" Sarah turned her head, looking up, past Marilyn's tummy and breasts, to her wide, lovely blue eyes. "How could I mind when it's you who's fucking me, sweet cheeks?"



"I love you, trotter."



Marilyn had given Sarah this nickname because the blonde was, the redhead said, always "a hottie who's always hot to trot." The nickname had become Marilyn's pet name for Sarah, just as "sweet cheeks," a reference to Marilyn's perfect buttocks, had become her pet name for the redhead.



"I love you, too, sweet cheeks," Sarah replied, and she meant it, every word.



