Hair-Raizing Cheerleaders – Cutter
The last kinky experience the Cherry Hill High School Cheerleaders had together started when the football team won a chance to go all the way to the state finals for the first time in its 150-year history. By Monday, the entire school was preparing for the big game that was to be held that Friday night. Expectations were running high, and I felt the success of the team fell on my shoulders, so I spent much of the week trying to come up with a plan to get the rest of the guys on the team more focused on the job that was before us.
I picked up Tiffany from cheerleading practice the day before the game. She looked beautiful in her cheerleading uniform. Her dark blue letter-sweater with the white stripes down the sleeves was tight and showed off her firm, ripe teenaged tits, and the cute little dark blue pleated skirt with the white and light blue pleats swished back and forth as she walked towards my car, sashaying that gorgeous little ass of hers with every step.
My parents were gone for the evening, and as Tiffany piled herself and her blue and white pom-poms into the car, I thought that the both of us were definitely going to get naked before the night was over. I could visualize lifting up that cute little pleated skirt and peeling off her tight blue bloomers and…
But what about the team? What could I do to get them focused on the biggest game in the school’s entire history?
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Tiffany and I talked about it on the way home, and then I saw a poster for the movie “G.I. Jane” in the window of the video store and I knew then what I had to do.
Tiffany was shocked when I told her what I had in mind.
“Shave your head?” she said in disbelief. “You want to cut off all your beautiful hair?”
“Hair grows back, Tif. We have to do whatever is necessary to win this game!”
She thought about that during the time I was on the phone, calling the coaches and the first string players. They would, in turn, contact everyone else on the team and get them to pull off my plan. With any luck, at the Pep Assembly the next day, every man on the team, players and coaches, would be there completely shaved.
When I came back into the living room, Tiffany had a chair in the middle of the floor, a table sitting next to it with a pair of scissors on it, alongside an Oster electric shaver. (This belonged to my father who, fortunately for me, had kept his head shaved for years.) Tiffany had a very naughty smile on her innocent, All-American teenaged face.
“You work fast,” I said. “Did you change your mind about me shaving my head?”
“Well,” she grinned, “I am going to miss all that gorgeous hair of yours, but it will grow back.”
She went to reach for the clippers.
“Well, I guess I’d better get to it then,” I said, but she stopped me.
“Oh no, buddy! You sit down there!” she said, pushing me down into the wooden chair that sat right in the middle of the room. She stood before me and smiled again as she reached for the scissors. “The only way this is going to be done is if I do it myself!”
Then, with me in the chair, she straddled my legs and sat down on my lap, facing me, and kissing me passionately.
“Take your shirt off,” she whispered. I pulled off my shirt and threw it to the floor. She kissed me again, rubbing her hands on my chest and grinding her hot little crotch at the feel of my now rock-hard cock straining against my jeans. I reached around her with both hands and pushed up her pleated cheerleading skirt and grabbed her dark-blue-nylon-panty-covered ass as our tongues darted about inside our hot mouths. Then, she looked longingly at my hair, grinned and snipped off a clump of hair from the side of my head. She held it gently to her nose, then threw the lock of hair over her shoulder and plunged her tongue down my throat.
“OOOOH baby!” she moaned, her hips grinding harder against me with every snip of the scissors. “I didn’t realize how kinky this is! This is really getting me HOT!”
My hair was a hacked-up mess by then, but I didn’t care. She stopped long enough for me to get my pants down around my ankles, then she pulled aside her dark blue nylon bloomers and impaled herself on my raging cock.
Her perfect mounds jutted out from underneath her cheerleading sweater and smooshed against my chest as she tried to reach around the back of my head with the scissors, but by then she was riding my throbbing member like a nasty little slut and gave up, throwing the scissors to the floor and firing up the Osters.
“Fuck me baby!” she sighed. “Fuck me while I shave you bald!”
As I rammed my cock in and out of her tight, sweet little pussy, she aimed the clippers at the hairline on my forehead and pushed them, with no guard, up over my head and down the back of my neck.
Path after path, she stripped all the remnants of my once long, curly brown hair down to brown stubble just stopping long enough to have a shattering orgasm as she was finishing up with my headshave.
She pulled herself up and off my rock hard dick, adjusted her uniform, and got down on her knees looking up at me and smiling so sweetly, it could just about take your breath away.
She gently took my cock in both hands and lovingly started to lick up and down my shaft before taking my cock into her hot little mouth. Deeper and deeper, till she got all the way down to the base of my prick, her blonde head bobbing up and down as she greedily sucked.
She looked so good, this beautiful teenaged cheerleader in her cute little uniform, a while lace bow in her long, thick, waist-length hair, her big, sky-blue eyes looking at me filled with so much love while her lips were wrapped around my huge dick.
“Yeah baby! Suck it! Suck my cock, Cheer-whore!” I shouted, feeling an orgasm coming.
“Come on my sweater baby!” she moaned as she jerked me off. “Shoot your come all over my uniform!”
Of late, it had been considered a good luck charm for all of the Varsity Cheerleaders to get at least one team member to spew come on their cheerleading uniforms before an important game. In no time, that was exactly what I was doing, shooting white, sticky come all over the front of her letter sweater. Streaks of it rolled down the front, falling off her gorgeous tits and landing in the pleats of her little cheerleader’s skirt.
We both lay exhausted for a few minutes then she stood up, adjusted her uniform and reached into her purse. She pulled out her brush, stood at the mirror that hung over the mantlepiece and started to brush out her thick, waist-length golden blonde hair. Tiffany Paris was very proud of the long, straight flowing locks that she spent so much time and effort in caring for, so it was a real shock when she asked, completely out of the blue, “What do you think I would look like bald?”
“W-w-w-what d-did you s-s-say?”
The Head Cheerleader of Cherry Hill High whirled around and flashed that All-American smile at me, all full red lips and nice white teeth. That perfect face and those big, blue eyes, that gorgeous body and ALL THAT BEAUTIFUL HAIR!
“I said, what do you think I would look like if I shaved MY head?”
I was stammering and babbling like an idiot, but the very idea of it made my dick start to get hard again, which Tiffany acknowledged with a knowing grin. “Y-y-you can’t b-be serious!” I said.
“Why not?” she said. “I think the perfect thing to go with a bald quarterback and star of the team is his girlfriend, the bald Head Cheerleader!”
She sat down in the chair and looked at me. “So, answer me. What do you think I would look like bald?”
“You would be gorgeous!” I shouted, still amazed but now very turned on.
She pushed that golden river of fluffy long blonde hair back so that it flowed down her back. She spread her legs and slowly let her hand ride up her thigh and began to rub the crotch of her dark blue nylon bloomers. “Well then,” she said, her breath heavy and her big blue eyes lidded with a look of pure lust on her innocent looking face, “do it. Cut it all off!”
I felt my heart practically burst out of my chest! “Are you sure?” I asked, still not sure I was able to believe what I was hearing. Did the Head Cheerleader of Cherry Hill High School, my girlfriend and the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, just ask me to shave her head?
She grinned like the naughty little slut she is as one hand had found its way under her blue and white pleated skirt and up and over the waistband of her nylon bloomers while the other hand pulled up her letter sweater and rubbed one of her magnificent tits through the fabric of a white, lacy bra.
“I want you to cut it off! Shave it all! I want to be your baldheaded fuck slut!”
“But what about the other kids at school? What about…”
“Fuck them, if they don’t like it! I’m doing this for the team! Besides,” she moaned, “it will all grow back. Do it! Shave me bald!”
Well, what was I going to do?
I grabbed the scissors on the floor and went around in back of her and marveled at that glorious mane of pure gold, all the way down to her waist, light, wavy, and silky.
In minutes, it would be all in a pile on the floor. I took a deep breath. “Well, If you are sure, here goes!” I cut the ribbon from her hair and went to work.
I gently reached out and took hold of a handful of that soft, aromatic hair that flowed down her back, held it out, and placed the shears near its base, as close to her scalp as I could safely cut.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!
A handful of blonde hair well over two feet long came away from Tiffany’s head. The Head Cheerleader of Cherry Hill High now had a big hole of light blonde peach fuzz cut into the back of her head. I raised the clump to my nose, wanting to get the last smell of her luxurious mane while I still had the chance. Then, I held out the locks in front of her, and let them fall into the white-and-light-blue pleats of her cute, dark blue cheerleading skirt.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she hissed. “Cut it off! Cut it all off!”
My cock was raging! I took another handful of her precious blonde locks and held it out away from her head, hacking away at the thick blonde mass with the shears.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!
A huge clump of her hair came away from her scalp, and I let it fall gently to the floor in front of her. She had pulled down the cup on her lilly white bra by then, furiously rubbing her breast and masturbating herself.
“Shave me!” she whispered hoarsely, as if in a trance. “Shave me bald like the whore I am! Do it rough!”
That was all I could take.
“Alright, cheerslut!” I growled. “I’m gonna cut off every fucking hair on your head!”
I started grabbing fistfuls of her hair and yanking it out away from her head so hard that her head jerked back and she yelped and moaned like an animal. Tiffany was sobbing, thrashing about in the chair, pulling hard on her nipple and jerking herself off, her pleated cheerleading skirt riding high up on her waist.
“Fuck! Shit! Cut it off! Cut it all off baby!” she screamed. “Treat me like the whore I am!”
I walked around to the front of her and sneered. “You won’t need those pretty bangs any more, will you cheerwhore?” I snipped away at her bangs, cutting them off right at her hairline. No more straight blonde bangs to hang like a curtain over Tiffany’s gorgeous blue eyes.
I slapped her across the face. Hard, just the way she likes it. “Look at you! Miss Rich Bitch Head Cheerleader! The most popular slut in school begging me to turn her into a bald headed whore!”
I pulled out a huge hank of blonde hair from the top of her head and severed it off less than an inch from her head.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!
More of her formerly beautiful hair rolled down the front of her dark blue cheerleader’s sweater and into the white and light blue pleats of her cute little skirt.
Her hair was ruined. Patches of hair stuck out all over her head. Only random strands of two-and-a-half-foot-long hair remained to suggest the once glorious head of hair that now lay on the floor around her. I went around in front of her, threw down the scissors and picked up the clippers.
“Suck My cock bitch!” I commanded as the clippers came to life in my hands. I plunged my huge cock past those full red lips and down deep into that hot cheerleader’s throat and when I started to thrust my prick in and out of her sweet teenaged mouth, I aimed the clippers at her forehead and mowed a path up across the top of her head and down to the back of her neck. What was left of her hair rained down her back and left nothing but stubble on her head. Then, I did it again, and again. As I worked my way down both sides of her head to her ears, I could feel another hot blast of come rising in my shaft. Just when I finally finished shaving the whole area of Tiffany’s head with the clippers. I pulled my cock from the horny teenaged cheerleader’s mouth and shot my wad all over her pretty face.
We stripped and got into the shower, taking turns shaving each other with a can of shaving cream and a straight razor. Tiffany even had me shave off her eyebrows and down into her pubic area. We made love then, and for the rest of the night, and Tiffany Paris was completely bald!
The rest of the team came to school the next day freshly shaven, but the talk of the entire school was Tiffany’s new do. Julie, Lisa, Tina, Ashley, and Jennifer were as shocked as everyone else, but when she told her fellow cheerleaders why she did it, they all understood and applauded her for her courage and her school spirit. Tiffany noticed that they all appeared to get really excited when she told them how erotic it was to have had her head shaved.
It must have made an impression, because by the end of the school day, at the pep assembly, Tiffany told the school that the rest of the Varsity Cheerleaders had decided that if the team won the championship that night, then ALL the Cherry Hill Varsity Cheerleaders would get their heads shaved at a special school assembly to be held the first thing Monday morning.
Later, Tiffany and her bald head was a sensation at the game. Her bald dome really stood out in the stadium, and I couldn’t have been more proud! She was gorgeous!
We fought, as a team, like we had never before, and then we were state champions!
The celebrations continued all weekend, a wild, wild weekend, and then it was Monday.
The whole school wondered whether the Varsity Cheerleaders would seriously consider as bold a move as Tiffany pulled and have their heads shaved, but we all piled into the gym and waited to see what would happen.
The band started to play the school’s fight song and Julie Parton, Tina Bee, Ashley Blue, Lisa Darrian, and Jennifer Wayne came out from a big curtain, smiling and jumping and waving their dark blue and white pom-poms. Where was Tiffany? The coach came out and said a few words and awarded me the Most Valuable Player award. Then we sat through the state championship awards presentation, and still I wondered where the hell was Tiffany?
“Well, that just about concludes today’s awards presentations, except for a little business that will be presented to us by our Head Cheerleader, Tiffany Paris,” announced the Coach. ” Tiffany, would you come out here please?”
The curtains opened. There stood my girlfriend, the Head Cheerleader, Tiffany Paris.
She stood next to a long bench and was not only completely hairless over her entire body, up to and including her long beautiful eyelashes, but she had dyed her whole body white with what I found out later was industrial-strength permanent dye. She wore a skimpy dark blue bikini and dark blue high heels, and she had the letters “CHH” for Cherry Hill High painted in dark blue across her forehead and “Property of the Cherry Hill High School Football Squad” across her chest and stomach in indelible ink. She smiled and waved her pom-poms and the whole school went berserk!
“How’s that for team spirit?” shouted the Coach into the microphone, barely heard over the din of the shocked assembly.
Tiffany smiled sweetly as all of the love and support of Cherry Hill High washed over her. “So what do you think of the new look for the Cherry Hill High School Varsity Cheerleaders?” she yelled into the mic. The crowd roared back its approval with wild applause and screaming.
“Good!” she said, motioning to the other cheerleaders to sit down on the long wooden bench beside her. “Ladies?” she said, with a big, beautiful grin on her lovely face.
Jenny straddled the bench and sat on the end, laying her pom-poms down on the floor beside her, Lisa sat down behind her. Then Ashley, then Tina, then Julie, and finally Tiffany sat down on the bench behind Julie. I thought to myself then that if it hadn’t been for Tiffany being completely shaved bald and dyed white, wearing a dark blue string bikini and hi-heels, this looked like the Varsity Cheerleaders yearbook photo.
The noise was deafening! Kids and teachers alike were literally screaming themselves hoarse shouting, “Cut it all off! Cut it all off!” Then the chanting started, “Shave! Shave! Shave! Shave!”
Jenny, Ashley, and Lisa pulled the white ribbons and bows from their long, thick curls and all the girls shook out their hair and fluffed it up one last time.
“OK girls!” commanded Tiffany. “Pick up your scissors!”
All of the girls, except for Jenny on the end of the bench, reached down to the side away from the hysterical audience and came up with a pair of haircutting shears apiece.
“Are you ready?” shouted Tiffany, who was met with a resounding “YEAH!” from both the students and her fellow cheerleaders.
“OK Cheerleaders! Start cutting!”
With that command, Tiffany grabbed a handful of Julie’s thick brown hair from the back of her head and held it our with that hand while she poised the shears at the base of those long, silky locks and started cutting the mass of hair off. The clump came away in her hand and the whole school roared! Tiffany lit the mass of chocolate-brown strands fall gently to the floor in full view of Julie, but Julie didn’t notice, as she was busy admiring the hole of blonde peachfuzz she had just cut into the back of Tina’s long blonde curls. For her part, Tina was sawing away on a huge fistfull of Ashley’s beautiful red curls, and Lisa, after she had stood up to cheerfully hack off Jennifer’s cute, blonde bangs, sat back and enjoyed the feeling of Ashley relieving her of the weight of her own thick, dark brown locks. Jennifer just sat there with a big smile on her face, watching her lovely blonde ringlets tumble down the front of her Cheerleading uniform, reaching down to pick up a clump of her curls to throw into the screaming crowd.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! The Cherry Hill Varsity Cheerleaders continued to hack off each other’s hair, and the rest of the crowd just could not believe what they were seeing! These were the most beautiful girls in the whole school and they were cutting off all their hair!
I am sure that, in the intensity and excitement of the incredible scene unfolding right in front of us, that not many in the room besides myself noticed that everyone of those gorgeous teenaged cheerleaders were getting really horny sitting there chopping off each other’s crowning glories.
I could see, though, that the cheerleaders were starting to buck their hips as they straddled the bench, and they were having a tough time keeping their hands from roaming over each other’s taut, teenaged bodies.
Jennifer closed her eyes, and a strangely contented smile crossed her face as her body began to react to the erotically kinky thing she was participating in, in front of the entire school!
She could feel all the weight of her golden ringlets gone from the back of her head. She opened her eyes and could no longer see the cute blonde curly bangs.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!
Jenny looked, and another mass of perfect blonde curls tumbled down the front of her cheerleader’s sweater, two feet sheared off from the side of her head. No more pretty white bows, no more cream rinse or blow drying…
Behind Jennifer sat Lisa, who had just had her bangs lopped off. Most of her thick, satiny, dark brown hair now lay in piles on the floor as Ashley continued to hack away at the hair on Lisa’s crown. Ashley had only patches of long red curls sticking out of a short, fuzzy, hacked-up mess. Tina, who just kept snipping off Ashley’s amber curls, was really getting hot ruining Ashley’s soft, thick red curls, and also the feeling of Julie behind her, scissoring close to Tina’s ears, hacking off the last of Tina’s pride and joy.
As for Julie, Tiffany had cut off as much of Julie’s magnificent brunette mane as she could with the scissors, reducing her best friend and fellow cheerleader’s luxurious crowning glory to dark brown peach fuzz with random patches of hacked-up hair of varying lengths.
All this time, the gym was rocked with an unbelievable roar as the students and the teachers and administration staff cheered on in total amazement at the sight of these six beautiful, innocent-looking cheerleaders, the most popular girls in the school, sitting on a bench in the middle of the high school gym with all their lovely hair all over their uniforms and collected in piles on the floor around them.
Tiffany reached down and picked up two sets of electric clippers and handed one to the Coach.
“Can you help me finish these girls off, coach?” said Tiffany, out of breath from the intense orgasm she had just experienced as she finished hacking off the last of Julie’s hair.
The Coach took one of the two big Osters and watched as Tiffany looked down at Julie, smiled sweetly, and flicked on the clippers. She held the back of Julie’s head, started at her fellow cheerleader’s hairline and carefully ran the clippers up and over the top of Julie’s head, leaving a stripe of brown, shadowy stubble down the middle of the teenager’s ruined hair. Julie could feel the remnants of her once beautiful hair, the patchy short hairs and the long itchy peach fuzz rain down her back as Tiffany took the clippers all the way down the back of Julie’s neck.
Coach stepped up to Jenny, and soon what was left of her golden curls was coming off the back of her head, falling lightly around her and down into the pleats of Lisa’s cheerleading skirt.
Tiffany started in on Tina’s blonde peach fuzz, rendering her hair nothing but short blonde stubble while Coach was running his clippers up and over Lisa’s head, sending a torrent of dark brown stubble down the back of her cheerleading sweater and she felt the vibrations of the clippers working themselves lower and lower down the sides of her head, leaving almost nothing but bald scalp in it’s wake. Tiffany and Coach both finished at the same time and both now stood over Ashley.
“Go on Coach! Finish her off!”
So Coach took Ashley’s head and held her still with one hand and started shearing the pretty cheerleader’s red, wavy peach fuzz down to red stubble like he was shearing a sheep, and that was all Ashley needed to send her into an obvious orgasm.
Well, that was not the end of it.
The Cheerleaders left the gym after Tiffany told the crowd that “Phase One” was now over and “Phase Two” would be commencing shortly. I found out later that the Cherry Hill High School Varsity Cheerleaders retreated to the girl’s shower room just off the locker area, ripped off each other’s uniforms and, armed with shaving cream, razors, and hair remover, held a six-girl shaving orgy. They shaved each other’s heads clean while tongue kissing each other passionately. They shaved their pubic hair off while licking each other’s cunts, shaving off eyebrows and plucking out eyelashes while one girl was sitting on another cheerleaders face, humping her hot cunt on the extended tongue of her fellow cheerleader.
Then, they filled a huge metal tub with white dye and each cheerleader got into it. The cheerleaders then took indelible blue ink markers and wrote all over each other. They wrote stuff like “Team Slut” and “Cheer-whore” and “Free To The Football Team” and even “I Fuck The Football Team” all over each other’s faces, tits, and asses.
The Cheerleaders held daily shaving rituals after school in the football teams locker room, and these would inevitably turn into amazing orgies, and the girls would take on any and all comers. Being gangbanged for HOURS!
The cheerleaders vowed not to let their hair grow back until the dye wore off. When it did, I begged Tiffany not to let hers grow back, but she would never promise me that she wouldn’t.
Then one day, she showed up at my door with a jar of some foul-smelling stuff that looked like some kind of green gel.
“What is that?” I asked.
Tiffany kissed me sweetly and smiled. “This is permanent hair remover,” she whispered. “You are going to slather this stuff all over my head and all over my body, and it will kill the roots.” She grinned. ” I want to be bald for you for the rest of my life!”
“Oh Tiffany!” I said as I started to put the stuff on her scalp. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Master!” was all she said.