Lance Hayward
I smiled as we were taken to the box overlooking everything. Our own private booth. I stretched as the festivities were just beginning. There was a grand opening ceremony with marching bands and flag waving. All the cheerleader teams were out on the field, each in different-colored uniforms. Blue-and-silver, black-and-gold, orange-and-white, red-and-blue, green-and-yellow, red-and-gold. So many combinations, all in their cheer units.
Dean White was the first of my maids to suck my dick as I watched the show. I dumped my cum into her mouth as the national anthem was sung, standing up, my hand over my heart as I filled her mouth with my jizz.
Alice was next as the first team cheered, the Mt. Tahoma Tigers. They looked delicious in their black-and-gold uniforms, their skirts fluttering. The maids not sucking my dick watched them as the cheerleaders went through their routine.
I couldn't believe how impressive it was. This wasn't like the cheerleaders at my high school. These girls were on another level. Pyramids. Flips. Feats of athletic prowess and balance. They were all so beautiful, too.
I filled Alice's mouth and Chantelle's. I was having a great time. The Springfield Ewes were next in their black-and-white uniforms. Then came the Cloudcroft Devils in their blue-and-silver. It was impressive. I dumped load after load of cum into my maids' mouths. They rotated. All save Aunt Nancy and my little sister. The Hoover Harpies shook their asses in their purple-and-gold while the Lincoln Beavers pranced around in their green-and-yellow.
"Do you think they all shave their beavers?" asked Kylie. "I don't think I want any girls from that team."
"Probably," I said as I enjoyed Dean White's mouth again.
The competition was intense. The judges gave out their scores in a variety of fields. The crowds cheered their favorites. People had traveled all across the country for this. It was so exciting to see. I was thrilled just to be here and watch all these lovely women.
Shame I couldn't have them all be my maids.
The last team up was the McKinley Leopards, wearing red-and-blue. They were prancing about, doing flips and pyramid stands, all to their music. Their routine was such a delight to watch. I filled Hannah's mouth with my cum as the judges scored them.
"Well," I told Kylie and Aunt Nancy, "go find me two Cheerleader-Maids. You have full rein to go into their locker rooms. They gathering for the closing ceremony, but in twenty minutes, they'll be inside."
"Right!" said my sister. "Ooh, I loved the first team."
They left while the winners were announced. The Springfield Ewes took the gold medal, the Hoover Harpies received the silver, and the bronze went to the Lincoln Beavers. The girls all looked so happy as they stood in the groups, the other teams filing off the field. They had given it their all, the just hadn't won.
I was glad I came.
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Kylie Hayward
The Mt. Tahoma Tigers did not look all that happy when they entered their changing room. This stadium had lots of rooms, but the staff was so helpful to me. They hadn't won, but I had loved their black-and-gold uniforms. They looked so sexy with their pleated skirts and their tight-fitting, sleeveless tops. The gold sparkled as they moved.
"Hi," I said brightly, holding the cedar box in hand, "I'm Kylie from Hayward Manor, and I want one of you cuties to be a maid to my big brother."
All of the cheerleaders gasped in delight. They bounced up and down, squealing so much, I couldn't understand them. I smiled at them, hoping one of them was a virgin. It was a gamble with them being cheerleaders and all, but they couldn't all be big sluts.
Right?
I hoped this wasn't a repeat of the pilots. At least I had gotten a pair of virgin twins to serve Master. If I could get a cheerleader, that would be even more awesome. I awaited for the girls to stop cheering and calm down.
"So," I said, "who here is a virgin."
The entire squad all snapped their gaze to a busty brunette. She blushed so prettily and squirmed there. I grinned from ear to ear as I crooked a finger at her, so excited that there was a virgin here for my Master-Big-Brother to deflower.
"Lift that skirt and drop your underwear," I told the brunette as she stepped up before me. "I have to check if you're a virgin, er..."
"Britney," she said and reached beneath her skirt. "I am."
"She never has time for fun," a Black cheerleader said. "Always training or studying."
"She's a good girl," added a blonde. "Not like me."
The others laughed as Britney peeled off a pair of thick, gold panties. They couldn't even be called panties, more bloomers. In fact, she had a pair of white panties she was rolling down with them.
She pulled off the gold and sparkly bloomers. She took a deep breath and raised her skirt. She had a trimmed, brown bush dripping with her excitement.
Virgin checks were one of the most important duties I had. Right next to making sure my big brother was always taken care of. Only maids who had never known any other men could properly take care of him. Sluts could fight for him or do research for him or guard him, but they couldn't properly make sure he was always happy.
They needed to be blank slates when it came to men. It was so important. My garter throbbed with how important it was as I dropped to my knees and slid my fingers through Britney's brown hair to find the folds of her pussy.
She gasped as I rubbed at her cuntlips with my fingers. A quiver ran through her as the other girls watched on in awe. I parted her outer labia and pushed my finger into her depths. Or tried to. A barrier. A virgin cheerleader.
Such joy shot through me.
"Well, well, well, she is cherry," I said.
"Man, if I was a virgin, I could be a maid?" the blonde asked.
"Yep," I said and opened the box. I pulled out the garter. A wave of grief washed through me. I knew this wasn't Tabitha's garter, which was still on her thigh, but this one felt... important. Tears almost overwhelmed me, but the soothing warmth washed through my body, driving it away.
I held it up for Britney.
She gasped as she peeled off her sleeveless top. She threw it to the ground. It landed face up with the tiger snarling on the front. She had on a gray sports bra she peeled off next. She had big boobs. They spilled out and bounced.
The only man who would ever touch those big boobs was my brother.
She unzipped the side of her skirt before letting it drop to the ground. She was down to her tennis shoes and her athletic socks. She didn't have to take those off--footwear was important--and was ready for the garter.
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