Five Cheerleaders and a Snowstorm

Five Cheerleaders and a Snowstorm

This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. This is a short story with only limited character development; it's mostly about the sex. I hope you enjoy this story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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It was a blustery, snowy Friday afternoon in January. I had finished carrying and stacking a face-cord of firewood on the porch of my cabin. I already had almost a foot of new snow and it wasn't showing any signs of slowing down or stopping. I had a good fire in the fireplace and had started a fire in the cook stove. I had poured myself a glass of Southern Comfort and was watching the weather report on my satellite TV. "The unexpected snowstorm is showing no signs of abating. We have reports of over two feet of new snow at Climber's Pass...." And just like THAT the power failed and I was sitting in the dark.

This was not an unusual occurrence, living more than halfway up the side of the mountain. I got up and lit the two kerosene lamps sitting on tables in my one-room cabin. They provided adequate light for the small space, including the bathroom as long as you left the door open.

I went to check on the small generator and battery bank which would provide electricity for the water pump and reverse-osmosis water purification system. I had gone down to the city, about 50 miles away, just a few days before. I had stocked up on gasoline for the generator, basic supplies like toilet paper and paper towels, and had bought a case of green beans, and two cases each of beer and Southern Comfort. My freezer out on the porch was over half full of venison and other meat. So, all in all, I could wait out the storm for as long as it might take.

I picked up a book that I had bought when I was down in town. It was some kind of mystery that was on the 'best-selling list'. I was into the second chapter when there was all sorts of commotion on my porch. I had just risen from my seat and headed to the door when there were female voices, followed by a knock on the door. "What if no one's home?" I heard someone say just before I looked outside and saw a gaggle of young women huddled on the porch.

I answered the door, "Can I help you?"

"I hope so!" said a tall young woman standing next to the door. "We slipped into a ditch about a half mile up the road from here. And we can't get any cell signal! I was wondering if you had a phone or some way that we could call a tow truck?"

I could see that most of the girls were not dressed for the weather. The ones that had boots were just for show with high heels and no tread or insulation! One of the girls actually was wearing sandals! And three were wearing skin tight thin yoga pants!

I said, "Stomp the snow off of your shoes and come in. You must be freezing!"

As the girls stepped in, I had them remove their shoes as they entered. I didn't want slushy snow tracked all over the place!

I only have two chairs in the living area, plus the chairs around the kitchen table. From my book on the seat and the drink on the table, it was obvious where I had been sitting. I suggested that everyone have a seat, and I would call Bob down at the crossroads about ten miles away. I pulled a couple kitchen chairs around and everyone pitched in and found a seat, some on chairs and others sitting on the hearth.

I asked again about where their car was located. While they said that it was a half mile to a mile away, from the description of the curve and deep ditch where the car had gone down into, I was pretty sure that it was about a quarter mile from the drive into my cabin. They said that the car was completely down in the ditch and there was no hope of getting it out without a tow truck.

I called Bob, and his wife answered. He was out on another call and had two more waiting. She asked what the snow was doing where I was, and when I told her she said that he might not be able to help until after the road had been cleared. I was just starting to ask another question when the line went dead.

I relayed this to the girls and there was a collective moan, followed by bitching, and various recriminations. (You had to take the shortcut over the pass! We're going to miss the first round of competition! If you had been on time, we wouldn't have need, etc.) "When do you think that the tow truck will get here?" asked the girl who appeared to be the driver.

"Well, I don't really know. Bob's wife said that he wouldn't try to come until after the road had been cleared. And they usually get the road over the pass cleared within a couple days after it stops snowing."

"DAYS???" Exclaimed one of the girls. "We can't stay out here for days!"

"Well, I suppose that you could walk back to the crossroads. It's only about ten miles!"

"We nearly froze to death getting here! How could we ever walk ten miles through this blizzard?"

"Your options are limited. You can walk, or you can stay here, or you can stay in your car. I don't control the weather; I don't control the road crews. I'm telling you what is normal. I live out here by choice and plan for inconveniences like this from time to time."

"Inconvenience? This is a fucking disaster! We have a cheerleading competition this afternoon! We've got to be there!" Said a Karen.

"Perhaps you could fly?"

"You don't have to be snotty about it!" She nearly shouted.

"OK. I have opened my door to you and given you shelter from the storm. I have called about a tow truck on your behalf. At this point the power and phone are out of service, and I never have cell reception here.

"I am willing to give you food and drink and shelter from the storm. In return I expect a level of civility, and for you to honor a few basic rules that will allow my cabin to continue to function properly.

The Karen said, "So we're going to be prisoners here for days?"

I bristled, "No, you are free to leave here any time you want. You may leave right now, if you want. But if you choose to stay, I expect you to be civil to me and your companions. Which will it be?"

She looked around at the other girls then said, "I'll stay."

"And be civil to everyone around you?" I asked, pointedly.

"Yes." She said with a subdued voice.

"Why don't you all take off your coats and get comfortable. Would anyone like to join me with a glass of Southern Comfort? I drink it straight but I have some soda and lemon-lime if you want a mix. I also have beer. Make yourselves as comfortable as possible."

The girls removed coats and stacked them on the bed. I pulled out some mismatched glasses and poured four fingers of Southern Comfort in several glasses. One girl asked for a beer. Then everyone settled into seats and began to talk.

"So, you were on your way to a cheerleading competition?"

They said that they were from a smaller college down in the southern part of the state. They were the second tier cheerleaders for the school; they were all freshman and sophomores in college. And they had hoped that they might be considered for some varsity games if they did well in the competition. But now that was out.

Susan, the tall driver, asked, "Why do you live way out here on the edge of civilization?"

"I don't view it as on the edge of civilization, but I just like the peace and quiet. It is a simple life, but satisfying to me." Then I shifted the conversation. "My name is Matt, by the way." I looked at the driver and said, "I gather that you are Susan." She nodded. Other girls took turns giving their names: Barbara, Celice, Karen (yes, the Karen was actually named Karen!), and Shaquilla.

I had been preheating the oven and said that I had been planning to bake some biscuits. I asked if anyone would like to help or just watch. Several girls joined me in the kitchen. I stuck my arm in the oven to judge how hot it was, and then got out a mixing bowl.

"Where's the package?" one of the girls asked.

I was confused, "Package? What package?"

"You know! The one that you hit on the side of the counter so the biscuits pop out!"

I laughed. "I do it the old fashioned way! Like your grandmother, or maybe your great grandmother made them. Lard, flour, milk, a pinch of salt, and some baking powder."

The girls looked at me like I had two heads! "Lard???" I heard someone exclaim.

I mixed up a big batch cut them up and placed them on the tray, then put them into the oven. We all sat back down to talk. Soon there were comments of, "That smells good!", and "How soon will they be ready?" I smiled to myself.

When I checked on the biscuits they were almost ready. I set out a plate and a jar of honey plus a roll of paper towels. I removed the biscuits and stacked them on the plate. The girls gathered around and I said, "I really like them warm with honey, like this," as I pulled one flaky biscuit in half and poured honey onto the open faces.

One after the next tried the fresh from the oven biscuits with honey. There were exclamations of "Delicious!" and "How did he do that?" and "It's magic!" I smiled.

We sat and talked, and drank. The first bottle of Comfort was gone and a big dent had been made in a second one. Each of the girls had enjoyed at least two healthy servings and I was sure that a couple girls were working on their third.

One of the girls, Celice I think, suggested a game of Truth or Dare! I was fine with whatever they wanted to do. Anything to help them to pass the time.

She said to Shaquilla, a statuesque black woman who appeared to have a fantastic body under a big cable knit sweater, "Shaquilla, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" She immediately said.

"I dare you to take off your sweater!" Celice said, smiling.

The cabin was quite warm with the fireplace burning brightly. Shaquilla paused for a long moment, then she pulled her sweater over her head, tossing it onto the floor and revealing a huge pair of breasts that were barely contained in a tiny white lace bra! Everyone cheered! I kept my mouth shut but cheered quietly to myself.

Then everyone took another drink before Shaquilla took her turn. Then she said, Karen, Truth or Dare!

Karen gulped, "Truth."

"How many girls have you been with sexually?"

Karen turned almost white. Then she quietly said, "Five."

All the girls cheered. A couple said "Really?" and one said "Who?" but Karen ignored them.

She said, "Susan, Truth or Dare!" It was clear that no one was going to get an easy turn.

"Dare!"

"Take off your shirt!"

Everyone cheered as she pulled off her top, showing an ample bust covered by a utilitarian bra. There were a couple calls for 'more'.

Susan said, "Barbara, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" said Barbara.

"Take off your top!" Barbara was a petite girl with nipples poking into her shirt.

When she pulled her top over her head she was naked from the waist up. Her small, perky breasts stood high and proud on her chest and her nipples were pointed and prominently displayed. She smiled as everyone stared at her beautiful chest.

After a moment she said,"Celice, I think that it's your turn, Truth or Dare!"

Celice looked around the room and seeing most of the girls were topless, said, "Dare!"

It was no surprise when Barbara said, "Take off your top!"

Celice pulled off her top to reveal an ample bust unencumbered by a bra. Her breasts bounced and swayed with the movement of removing the top. Everyone clapped and cheered, including me!

Then Celice looked at me. "Matt, Truth or Dare?"

Being a chicken and not wanting to sexualize the situation any more than it already was, I said, "Truth."

There were a few groans. But Celice asked, "Tell us about how you have ended up out here."

So I did. I told them about my time in the Army, and my two deployments to the sand box. I told them about my parents being killed in a car crash. And I said a little about the turmoil that had followed all of that.

Celice asked softly, "Are you OK?"

"Yes, but as I said earlier, I enjoy the peace and quiet here."

Susan interjected, "And we have crashed in on your quiet!"

I laughed, "What man in his right mind would complain about having five beautiful women visiting him?" I didn't think that it would be appropriate to mention that they were also half-naked girls!

It was my turn to ask, so I started by asking Shaquilla, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" She immediately responded.

She was already reaching behind her to release her bra strap, so I said, Take off your bra!"

Her bra dropped into her lap almost immediately. I was amazed at how her huge breasts stood up and out from her chest! My mouth was nearly drooling as I looked at her gorgeous boobs!

Shaquilla chose Susan this time. "Susan, Truth or Dare?"

Susan replied, "Dare!"

Predictably, she said, "Take off your bra"

Susan's bra quickly hit the floor, exposing another substantial set of breasts. She wiggled her shoulders and her breasts did a little dance.

Susan turned to Karen and said, "Truth or Dare!"

Karen said, "Dare."

"Strip down to your waist!" Since Karen was the only person, other than myself, who had not removed any clothing, it seemed appropriate. But she started to protest. All of the other girls were chanting, "Strip! Strip! Strip!" so she finally relented. She pulled off her top and sports bra in one movement. Her breasts were not large, but well-shaped and perky.

I was the only one who had not been chosen in the second round, so Karen's choice was obvious. She looked at me and said, "Truth or Dare".

I chose "Dare!" and she predictably said, "Take off your shirt!"

I pulled off my flannel shirt, leaving a tight fitting t-shirt. (I continued to do about 25 push-ups and 100 sit-ups every day and run 3 to 5 miles when there isn't snow on the ground. So I wasn't in too bad shape. )

Karen continued to look at me, "Truth or Dare!" She said again.

Knowing what she wanted, I said, "Dare!"

She looked at me hotly and said, "Strip to the waist!"

I pulled off my t-shirt and several girls Ooo'd and Aaa'd. I suggested that I needed a refill on my drink, and asked if anyone else needed another refill. Several of the girls got more Comfort. The second bottle was gone and I had opened a third.

Then Celice said, "Shaquilla, Truth or Dare!"

Shaquilla took a big swallow from her drink then said, "Dare".

"Take off your pants!"

I had wondered if they would go there. Shaquilla was wearing light color yoga pants that were almost see through. It was clear that she was wearing thong panties and that she had a delectable round butt. But actually stripping down to just her panties was a big step. She took another gulp of Comfort, and then she began peeling down her yoga pants. Her panties barely covered her dark pubic bush and they were pulled tight into her pussy slit, making the wetness there obvious!

She danced around the room, bouncing her huge tits and shaking her round bottom in everyone's face, especially mine! When she returned to her seat she polished off her drink and said, "Susan, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" was the immediate response.

"Take off your pants!"

Susan immediately pulled off her pants, showing her cute blue bikini panties. She pranced around the room and bent over to wiggle her butt in my face before setting down.

She took another sip from her drink. Then she said, "Barbara, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

"Take off your pants!" Susan replied.

Barbara was also wearing skin tight yoga pants. I could actually see her camel-toe in her yoga pants. She peeled the thin fabric off of her legs. When she stood up, her nearly transparent panties would not have covered her pubic hair, except that she didn't have any! She was totally shaved and her pussy lips were clearly visible through the almost invisible panties. They were pulled tight into her slit and the thong was buried between her firm butt cheeks. She was standing there essentially naked!

But she followed the pattern set by the other girls, moving to each other girl to give them a clear view of her body. When she stopped in front of me she bent forward to grasp her ankles and giving me a clear view of her pink pussy. Then she did a back bend to display her pussy from the front, again right in front of my eyes. She continued her back bend and she did a back walkover displaying her flexibility and gymnastic abilities.

When she returned to her seat, she smiled and blew me a kiss. Then she said, "Karen, Truth or Dare?"

Karen had been the only girl to avoid a Dare up till now. She took a big gulp of the Comfort, then said, "Dare."

Everyone in the room knew what was coming. "Karen, strip to your panties!"

Karen pulled off her top and pants, showing a pair nice but modest set of tits and white bikini panties with hearts all over them, and an extra-large heart right over her vagina. She did a quick prance around the room and sat down. Then she said, "Celice, Truth or Dare?"

Celice took a huge gulp of Comfort before answering. "Dare!"

"Take off your pants!" Karen said it with such force that she seemed to expect something unusual to result.

Celice began to peel down her yoga pants. They had also been pulled tight to show her camel-toe. When she tossed her yoga pants on the floor, Celice was completely nude! She was not wearing any underwear! She took another gulp of Comfort, then she pranced around the room naked and giving everyone a good look at her naked pussy. She took extra time to give me a thorough display of her feminine charms!

We all knew that I was next. I simply stood up and shucked off my jeans, my erection tenting out my boxers obscenely. I deferred first choice to Celice.

"Karen, Truth or Dare?"

Karen said, "Truth!"

Celice asked, "Would you tongue fuck Shaquilla's ass?"

Karen said, "Yes! Hell, yes! I'd tongue fuck Shaquilla any way she would like it. Come here, Shaquilla!"

The statuesque ebony beauty walked over to Karen who turned her around and pulled down her thong. She pressed Shaquilla forward and spread her round butt cheeks and began licking her puckered rosebud and then forcing her tongue through her sphincter, pumping it in and out of Shaquilla's ass. The black beauty squealed with delight!

After a few minutes Celice said, "Maybe you would like to finish that later."

Karen picked up with her turn. "Shaquilla, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" She said confidently.

"Do a parallel bar routine on the arms of Matt's chair!" said Karen. I thought this should be interesting!

Shaquilla's panties were off and she stood naked in front of me. My cock had found the opening of my boxers and was waving proudly in the breeze. Shaquilla placed her hands on the arms of the chair and lifted herself into a sitting position above me. Her naked pussy was right in front of my eyes! Then with superb control she lowered herself down until her pussy was brushing my cock and her boobs were right in front of my mouth! She pressed her body forward and pushed her breast into my mouth! I immediately sucked on her breast and nipple! Then with the same strength and control she moved back before shifting the other breast into my mouth. I could have spent the rest of the night sucking on her delicious nipples!

Then she dismounted.

The temperature in the room seemed to have gone up 10 degrees! Shaquilla smiled at me and blew me a kiss. Then she said, "Susan, Truth or Dare?"

Susan looked at me and said, "Dare!"

Celice said, "Give Matt a full contact lap dance!" The room went quiet! This was taking things to a new level!

Susan downed the last of her Comfort, and then she walked over to me. She straddled my chair and pressed her ample breasts into my face as she began her undulate her hips against my hard erection. My cock was poking out of my shorts, so it was only the thin fabric of her panties separating my drooling cock from her wet pussy! She waggled her breast against my face until I took a nipple into my mouth and began suckling on it. She pumped her hips back and forth over my throbbing cock again and again. I knew that she was making certain that her clitoris was rubbing firmly against me with her every movement. I didn't want to cum in my shorts, but the pressure was building and building. Suddenly, Susan began to flail against me as she was consumed by her own climax. Celice helped her up just before I would have blasted my load of cum. Instead, my cock was throbbing and drooling precum.

Susan was not ready to make a new selection, so Celice went again. "Barbara, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" She said with no hesitation.

"Do a back walk over to put your pussy right in Matt's mouth and let him suck and lick your pussy until you can't hold the position!" Said Celice as she pushed things even farther.

Barbara pulled off her transparent panties and walked towards me. She planted her hands on the floor in front of me and gracefully did a walk over, placing her naked pussy right in front of my mouth and her feet behind me on the chair.

I leaned forward slightly and ran my tongue along her naked, hairless pussy lips. She moaned and whimpered but held her position. I dipped my tongue into her dripping slit, gathering a mouthful of nectar and her arms wobbled before she regained control. On the next stroke I dipped my tongue deep into her pussy and flicked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Barbara squealed and wobbled again, but regained control. I took her trim butt cheeks in my hands and dug my tongue deep into her dripping pussy and swirled my tongue around her clit again and again before sucking on her little nub. She screamed and collapsed onto my lap as I continued to suck on her clit. Her hips were flailing and she had sprayed her fluids onto my face and over the back of the chair. She shook and spasmed with orgasmic contractions until she finally settled in my arms. Then Shaquilla helped her to her seat.

Then Shaquilla said, "Celice, Truth or Dare?"

Without hesitation, Celice said, "Dare!" She had been pushing the envelope for everyone else, what was Shaquilla going to say?

"Celice, lie down on the rug in the middle of the floor. Let Matt lick and suck your pussy while two girls suck on your tits. You are not allowed cum for five minutes. Otherwise you will have to do another dare!"

Celice lay down on the floor and I climbed between her legs. Two girls sucked on her nipples while I began to lick on her pussy. I love the taste of fresh pussy juice and I dipped my tongue deep into her flooding cunt again and again. I swirled my tongue around her clit, building up her pleasure as fast as I thought possible. In the background I could hear one girl calling out the time every 30 seconds.

I wanted Celice to cum and cum and cum again before the time limit. After three minutes I began to concentrate on her clitoris, swirling my tongue around and around the sensitive nub. At three and a half minutes I could feel her thighs vibrating as she tried to control her impending orgasm. At four minutes I began to suck on her clit and I slipped my finger into her vagina and began to stroke her G-spot. It was all over! Celice groaned and lurched and flailed and spasmed as I continued to suck on her clit and stroke her G-spot. She was flopping like a fish on the dock as I sucked and pumped her G-spot until the five minute mark was called.

When I reluctantly released her, Celice was nearly comatose on the floor. Her neck and chest were bright red and tears were flowing down her cheeks. I wrapped her in my arms and asked, "Are you OK?" She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck.

When Celice had recovered it was her turn to make the challenge. "Karen, Truth or Dare?" At this point it was almost a foregone conclusion that everyone would take "Dare" and Karen didn't disappoint. "Let Matt fuck you for five minutes!"

It had already been established that Karen liked sex with women, but did she want sex with me? However as I watched, Karen promptly lay down where Barbara had been minutes before. She spread her legs and raised her arms to me, "Come on, big guy. Show me what you can do!"

Who was I to resist? I crawled between her legs and dipped my tongue deep between her engorged vaginal lips. I retrieved a delicious mouthful of her juices, then I swirled my tongue around her distended clitoris before sucking it between my lips. Karen lurched and I slipped my finger into her wet pussy and began stroking her G-spot while I sucked on her clit. Karen exploded! I shifted position and plowed my rigid erection fully into her spasming pussy and began powerfully pumping her full of my cock. I had her legs on my arms, lifting them up for unimpeded access. I began to toy with her long nipples as I drove myself deeper into her convulsing body. Her contractions were gripping my cock as I moved through her tight love canal. At four and a half minutes I began spraying my semen into her core, battering against the door to her womb. As time was called, I collapsed onto her shaking body as she rode out the last of her orgasms.

The room was silent.

Then Shaquilla quietly said, "I'm next."

With that, the dam burst and a flood of comments and conversations ensued, each revolving around some aspect of the scene they had just watched. However, Karen simply lay there holding me.

We all spent the next two nights and days fucking, sucking, and licking pussy. I would fuck one or another of the young women until I couldn't get it up any more, then I would lick pussy until I could once more. The girls shared their bodies with one another again and again.

We were somewhat disappointed when Bob finally showed up with his tow truck. When their car was safely parked in my driveway, I gave each of them a hug and a kiss. Of course I told them that any or all of them were welcome to come visit any time.

The End