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Miss Simons new this day would come. After so many years of trying to keep things the same, she finally had to give in and put black girls into her all white cheerleader squad. It pained her to have to taint the beauty of 9 white taut female bodies with black ones, but the school board and school itself had demanded more fair equalization in all activities.
Not that Miss Simons disliked black girls, she was not a racist in any capacity. She just preferred to work with white girls who are so much more docile and peppy, compared to the usually authoritative and demanding black girls.
So with great reluctance, she openly advertised cheerleading positions to the black girls of the high school. She even sent out her white cheerleaders to try to bring in some black girls.
Despite the strong recruiting campaign however, no black girls were signing up. Miss Simons figured that they must have been so used to the all white squad, they just weren't interested in becoming cheerleaders.
Trish was a very athletic and beautiful senior with light brown skin. She approached the coach one day while the squad practiced in the gym. Simons took one look at her and offered her a position right on the spot. She finally had her black girl, bringing the squad total to 10.
Even though Miss Simons was worried about putting a black girl on the squad, she new there was no choice. Yet despite her reservations she was becoming quite impressed with Trish. She was showing up early to every practice and was really contributing. The squad was even working better as a unit since she'd been with them.
After two weeks Simons was beginning to feel at ease with Trish. Even the respect the white cheerleaders were having for her was becoming obvious. Trish was always the center of attention and they followed her wherever she went.
There was even talk of her taking over as squad captain. This was bad new for Amber. You see Amber was already the senior captain of the squad. For four years she had worked very hard to become the captain and didn't want to loose it to a black girl who'd only been on the team a few weeks.
Soon Miss Simons became worried about Amber's obvious attempts to sabotage Trish. She would make rude comments behind her back and would never give her any help.
But after several weeks, it was of no use. All of the other white girls were obviously on Trish's side. It did become a little strange to see how they acted around her. The girls would hardly ever look Trish in the eyes and almost never did the coach see anyone ever walk in front of her. Usually they were at her side or behind her, but never in front. Very strange.
Unfortunately, Miss Simons had other things to worry about. Several of her best girls were leaving the squad. This was bad news if she wanted to maintain her squad's high level of competition.
She almost begged them to stay. And when she asked why they were leaving, she could hardly believe the answer. Some how they had gotten into their heads that they weren't good enough to be cheerleaders and didn't deserve to be on the squad.
In the end Miss Simons couldn't stop them from hanging up their uniforms and quitting the team. She also couldn't help but notice they were perhaps the least attractive of the white girls.
Fortunately, seeing Trish's success, a few more black girls ask to join the squad. Having no choice Simons accepted them into the group and now had 6 white girls and 4 black.
With the mixing of colors, Simons now returned her focus back to good hard training. Within a few weeks the squad was doing better than she had seen in a long time, and was far surpassing the competition from other schools.
Over the next month two more black girls had joined the group bringing the cheerleader total to 12, 6 white and 6 black. Simons was applauded by the school for managing to integrate so well. Even better, the coach was very pleased to see that the hostility between Amber and Trish had gone. Apparently, in a wonderful gesture of goodwill, Amber gave Trish the captaincy. Miss Simons was a little bit surprised by this. Amber had so dearly wanted to be captain since she was a young freshmen. Yet now Trish held the title and all the other girls were quite happy with it.
Even more unusual was how Amber seemed to go out of her way to make Trish feel comfortable. Take for instance the foot rubbings. After every practice Miss Simons would enter the locker room and see her white former captain gently rubbing Trish's tired sweaty feet. Simons was a little bit disappointed that Trish would never return the favor, or even give a thank you when they finished, but maybe she'd come around.
Another very nice gesture by Amber was to site on the floor instead of the bench when they were changing. Despite the obvious difficulties of changing into a cheerleader uniform while on the floor, Amber didn't seem to mind allowing the black girl a lot more room to stretch out on the bench.
But the best development however was how all the other white girls seemed to follow Amber's lead. Each white girl had become closer to a particular black girl of the same age. The white girls would almost always stay close to her new black friend and Simons even noticed one of the white girls carrying her books for her in the hallways.
About a month later things were even better. Several colleges were coming to see the routines and Miss Simons was just so proud of all her girls. Bringing the black girls into the squad was turning out to be a very good idea indeed.
However, things weren't as perfect as they seemed. Despite all the wonderful gestures the white girls were doing, the black girls had as of yet still not done anything of good will in return, and the coach could swear that the black girls didn't even appreciate the gestures.
Like when the girls would shower. Usually each one is given only one towel to dry themselves with. Yet lately when they all come out, the black girls have two towels wrapped around their bodies. One covering their chests and one around the hips.
The white girls come out not far behind naked and wet. As the black girls dry themselves up by the lockers, the white girls sit on the floor waiting for them to finish. Finally after almost ten minutes the black girls toss their used towel at them to dry up.
At first Simons was thinking if she should say something to Trish, who was now the most influential girl on the squad. But seeing how good everything was going, she really didn't want to rock the boat. And besides, the white girls didn't seem to really mind doing all these favors for their fellow black cheerleaders.
But things still got more strange.
Usually during cheers at football games, fans wouldn't be very enthusiastic. Yet for some reason, today they were going nuts. Every time one of the white girls would do a jump or a split, the guys in the stands would whistle and cheer like never before.
The coach was hopeful it was because they had improved considerably. But when she noticed that none of the black girls where getting as much support during their exercises, and that the white girls looked flushed every time they finished, Simons became a little suspicious. Curious, she walked in front of the girls and waited for them to do a cheer.
First Trish performed a really well done stand, with one foot balanced on the hand of a girl beneath her and her other leg held up high. It's a common cheer, and all there was to see was her uniform panties and lots of black leg, no big deal.
Then one of the white girls, Sara, prepared to do the same. She noticed her coach watching and began to panic, but the black girl behind her grabbed her by the waist and held her firm. As she whispered something into Sara's ear, Sara lowered her head and nodded. Within moments Sara was up in the air. As Sara raised her leg up, Miss Simons' mouth dropped. Sara's entire vagina was exposed to all the fans. As the fans erupted behind her, Simons watched Sara's deeply blushing face as she was lowered to the ground and patted on the ass.
Miss Simons was in complete shock. Did Sara intentionally not put on any panties or did she simply forget? As she watched the rest of the girls do their jumps and splits, she got her answer. While all 6 black girls had their panties on, none of the white girls had anything underneath their mini skirts.
Not wanting to make a scene, Simons allowed the girls to remain out on the field. But by the end of the game, she was fuming. As they all made their way to the locker room, Trish surprised her coach form behind.
"Hey Miss Simons, is there anything wrong?"
"I should most certainly say yes. Half of your fellow cheerleaders were cheering without any panties today!"
"Oh that. It's really no big deal. We told them to do that."
"Yes Miss Simons, we told the white girls not to wear panties to the game today."
"But why would you do that?"
"To improve the excitement of our cheering. We new that seeing pussies would get the fans riled up during the game, and even bring in more."
"That's a horrible idea. And why only the white girls? I saw all the black girls wearing panties!"
"Because quite frankly Miss Simons were not sluts. We have too much respect for our bodies to show it off like that."
"What are you talking about? I know these girls, they come from respected families. I would never believe they would want to do something like that."
"They didn't want to Miss Simons, they did it because we told them to."
"Excuse me? I don't understand? Why would do what you tell them?"
"Well its really quite simple, its called natural dominance."
"I don't follow."
"Miss Simons, when a pampered white female finds herself in the presence of a black female, she tends to become submissive towards her. There's nothing really wrong with it, its only natural. Us black girls are simply fulfilling natures role when we dominate them."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing."
"Its true, even you must be feeling it yourself from time to time huh Miss Simons."
The coach was speechless. How dare her prized cheerleader say such thing?
"Come on coach, being around all us athletic black girls...."
"Trish I don't know what your talking about, how dare you say such a thing to me. Now get back inside that locker room and shower off."
Trish simply smiled at her coach and went into the building. Miss Simons just stood out there for a moment, trying to contemplate what her head cheerleader just told her. The idea of white women being naturally submissive to black women is absurd, and how rude of Trish to suggest that her coach was susceptible to the same reactions.
As she entered the locker room and peered into the showers, she saw all 6 white girls either kneeling or standing naked gently washing the bodies of their black 'friend'."
Suddenly it finally hit her. Finally she truly realized what was going on between both groups of girls. Her prim and proper white cheerleaders were turning into submissive playthings to their black counterparts. White freshman submitting to black freshmen, white seniors to black seniors. It was really happening.
Then she looked in the corner of the shower room and saw Trish standing in front of one of the hot showers. Down at her feet was Amber, kneeling with her pale ass high in the air as she scrubbed Trish's black feet.
After a moment of taking in the scene, Miss Simons started to notice her heart was racing. In a panic she rushed out of the locker room as fast as she could and immediately drove home. Slightly shaking from the experience, she slipped into her bathroom and took a long hot shower of her own.
She just couldn't believe it. These girls were so sweet and innocent when it was just them. Most of these girls came from wealthy families in good neighborhoods, yet the image of Monica, a white sophomore, kneeling before a black girl delicately washing her dark legs and thighs was unreal.
Unknowingly Miss Simons lowered her hand between her thighs as the images flashed through her mind. Then the image turned to Amber and Trish. Oh how she remembered Amber's proud face when she was awarded head cheerleader. And how hard she initially fought Trish to maintain it. Yet now she was on her knees cleaning the new head cheerleader's feet.
Miss Simons was freely stroking her sex now. The hot water beating down on her face and chest. Soon her legs weakened and she lowered to her knees.
Suddenly the image had changed again. Instead of seeing Trish from outside the shower, Trish now stood before her. Her long black athletic legs towering over the coach. She had replaced Amber. It was she who was kneeling before the black female. At that moment Miss Simons's pussy spasmed around her fingers.
During the next week the mood brightened for the coach by the fact that her squad was rated as the #1 group in the entire county. All competing coaches were so jealous of the success of her girls, and Simons beamed with pride.
She even forgot to notice how each white girl continued to cater to the whims of her fellow black cheerleader.
Leading up to the next football game, the coach was convinced that they would put on their best performance yet. She even made sure that ALL the girls had panties on this time.
The game went on with out a hitch, as all the routines went flawless and were spectacular. Miss Simons was becoming ever so proud as they worked their routine. By the end if the 2nd quarter, the fans were really riled up with excitement.
Of course not everything could go so perfectly. As halftime came, Miss Simons allowed her girls to take a short break. As the coach took a seat to rest, she noticed out of the corner of her eye two cheerleaders walking towards a small group of fans who were particularly rowdy.
Immediately they were recognized as Michelle and Wonda. Wonda was gently pushing a visibly nervous Michelle towards the men who were now leaning over the bars urging them closer.
Observing, Simons saw Wonda begin to talk to the men, almost jokingly as Michelle stood beside her. Wonda then walked behind Michelle, whispered something into her ear, reached around and took hold of the bottom of Michelle's cheerleader top.
Then to the utter disbelief of the coach, Wonda lifted Michelle's top, revealing her milky white breasts to the men. As Wonda continued to hold Michelle's top up one of the men reached out his hands and began to fondle the teen.
A few moment's later more black cheerleaders were coming over, with their white cheerleaders in tow. In no time more tops were being lifted as more white breasts were being roughly squeezed and pulled. One of the black girls even lifted the front of her girl's skirt revealing her panties to a man, who quickly slip a hand inside.
Miss Simons just froze with shock at the scene that so quickly formed before her. Half her squad was getting felt up. Even more amazing was that the white girls would allow the black girls to display them like this.
Simons snapped out of her shock and quickly looked to see if anyone else had noticed, but the main crowd appeared to not have. Realizing that she couldn't allow this kind of nonsense to continue she immediately went over and began yelling at her exhibitionist cheerleaders.
Scared, all the girls rushed back onto the field and prepared to begin their next routine.
Thankfully, nothing else went out of the ordinary for the rest of the game. But Miss Simons was still visibly very upset, and the girls tried to avoid eye contact with her as they filed into the locker room at the end of the game.
But the coach had had enough. All this crap had to end. Natural dominance or no natural dominance, these black girls were going to have to leave the white girls alone. Miss Simons was an adult woman and these were black teenage girls, if they aren't going to listen, than they'd be off the squad.
Once inside the locker room, Simons sent all the white girls home and ordered all the black girls into her office. With rolled eyes they entered and gathered around her desk as she shut the door.
"Ok, now I've had absolutely enough of all this nonsense. I still don't know exactly what it is that you girls are doing to your fellow white cheerleaders, but it's going to stop right now. You're supposed to be a team, a tight, supportive unit. Your not supposed to turn them into your personal servants!"
"But Miss Simons, its what they really want. Its in their blood."
"Trish that's absurd...."
"Its true! White girls are much more comfortable being at a black girls feet then they are being equals. As I said its only natural. Even during slave times, slave owner's wives would hardly ever visit their slaves personally. Its a little known fact that white women couldn't resist the commanding presence of their black female slaves and would often find themselves submitting to them, much to their humiliation."
"I'm sorry Trish but this is all very ridiculous. Now I want you to stop treating your fellow cheerleaders so poorly. Do you understand?"
"Oh I understand Miss Simons, but I don't think you do."
"Miss Simons you can't tell me you haven't felt the need, the desire."
"What are you talking about?"
"You may be an adult, but your still a white woman. You can't tell me you haven't imagined yourself kneeling before me."
"I...I...Trish this discussion is over...."
"Miss Simons, I do believe your blushing. So you have imagined it. Its all right coach. As I said its only natural. You can kneel before me now if you want, I won't mind."
"YOU won't mind? Trish how dare you! I am your coach and an adult. You should be treating me with respect."
"Miss Simons, why are you holding back? Give in to your instincts. Why don't you look at my legs, aren't they nice?"
Despite herself, she look down and took in the long legs. Yes she did have very nice legs. Long, athletic, firm, and.....black. As the coach tried to look away, she found that she couldn't. Simons had become mesmerized by the strong dark legs. Something in her wouldn't let her turn away.
"Miss Simons, wouldn't you rather look at them from.....the floor?"
While she was talking, two other black cheerleaders walked behind their coach and were gently pushing down on her shoulders.
As she continued to stare at the wonderful legs, her began to give way as she found herself lowering to the floor. Soon she was actually kneeling before Trish and gazing up her gorgeous black legs..... just like she fantasized. Her eyes then continued upward until they disappeared beneath the cheerleader's skirt. Then past her smooth, muscular stomach, up to her pert breasts, and finally up to the wicked smile upon Trish's face. Miss Simons shuddered.
"Now Miss Simons, doesn't that feel better? Aren't you more relaxed and at peace with yourself?"
She was right. The coach was more relaxed. She did feel more at ease in this position. Like this is how it was meant to be. Yet her heart was racing.
"You know Miss Simons, my feet really hurt from all the hard work you made us do today. And since you sent all the white girls home, there's no one here to rub them."
Her breathing became heavier as she lowered my eyes to the cheerleader's sneakers.
"Coach, since your the only white woman left, why don't you take off my sneakers and give my black feet a nice rub."
As Trish sat herself on the desk, Miss Simons watch as she slowly began removing her sneakers, followed by her sweaty, smelly socks. Finally Trish's black bare feet were dangling in front of the coach's face.