Fucken cheerleaders

Coach Bob Porter was a science teacher at Fielding High
School, home of the Fighting Pirates. He was also the
coach of those fighting pirates, and he'd done a pretty
good job of building up a credible team. Things had
been going pretty well in the two years he'd been at
Fielding. But now he sighed as he thought about what
he'd agreed to. A bunch of the cheerleader's mothers
had come to him all excited about having a powder puff
football game during half time at the homecoming game.
And he'd agreed.

As he thought about it, the reason he probably agreed
was that it was Megan Miller's mother who pressed the
idea. She was a tall blond woman with a huge set of
knockers that she didn't mind showing off at all. She'd
gotten into his personal space, with those beautiful
breasts only an inch from his chest, with cleavage down
to about her navel and he sort of lost track of what
she was talking about. She smelled awful good too. The
other two women with her were also stacked like brick
shithouses and suddenly he found himself saying that it
was a great idea.

Then, of course, because he was the coach, it was
assumed that he'd coach the girls and make the whole
event something that would become a tradition. All
those giggling women and their jiggling flesh, pressing
up against him, touching his arm, his shoulder ...

Well, what could you expect? Bob was only thirty, which
was younger than some of those women, but when you
spent every spare waking hour trying to build a winning
team, there wasn't much time left for what women liked
to call 'relationships' nowadays. To say nothing of
sex. He hadn't been laid in almost two years. So it was
understandable that he was a little vulnerable in the
good-looking-women-who-gush-all-over-you-and-want-a-
favor syndrome.

Then, after the regular practice was over, and all the
boys had hit the showers, he walked back out on the
field to see a line of teenaged girls, asses high in
the air, trying to do a three point stance. Their
precious young boobies were hanging down and jiggling
like their mother's tits as they all yelled, "HUT! ...
HUT! ... HUT!"

Bob felt his penis start to stiffen and sighed. It was
going to be a long three weeks until the game.

He blew his whistle and called the cheerleaders in to a
huddle. They ran, laughing and jumping to crash into
each other and him as they aped the boys' classic arms
on shoulders huddle. They were gorgeous and they all
knew it. Tiffany Walcot was right next to him in the
huddle and was pressing her body against his.

That didn't help his rising dick, since every time he
saw her he remembered catching her and his star
quarterback in the shower room after they thought
everybody had left. He'd heard the water running and
thought somebody left a shower on, but when he walked
in there was Ted Hoskins, stark naked, with his
youthful boner firmly planted in Tiff's puffed out
shaved pussy. She was equally naked and he had her
pinned to the wall. He was grunting and thrusting as
the coach entered the room and said "What the hell?"

Both k**s had looked over at him with astonishment on
their faces. Ted had jumped back, which removed his
amazingly stiff penis from Tiffany. That penis had been
in the process of spurting sperm up in Tiffany's sweet
little pussy and it now fired off rounds randomly as he
backpedaled away from the girl.

Tiffany, for her part, covered her breasts with her
arms, but stood there spread legged as thick, white,
quarterback cum spilled out of her cunt. Looking at her
naked, Bob had understood immediately why Ted had been
playing so hard lately.

Of course they'd begged him not to tell, and claimed it
was the first time, and they just got carried away and
on and on. His own teenage years not so far behind him
had tipped the scales in their favor. He'd meant to
find out if she was on the pill, but had forgotten as
she plead her case, still naked.

And now, here she was next to him, saying she wanted to
be the center for the squad. She acted like nothing had
ever happened and he tried to. But he'd beaten off at
least a hundred times with that memory bright in his
closed eyes. Of course he'd made sure that Ted got
PLENTY of exercise on the practice field after that. He
wanted that boy so tired he wouldn't even THINK of
pussy.

He quieted the girls down and began making assignments.
They were going to play the faculty in the game, and
they wanted to win in the worst possible way, so they
all agreed to come to practices faithfully, and learn
the plays they'd use and all the stuff he put out there
to weed out the ones who might want a reason to drop
out. But none did.

The only position he didn't have filled was
quarterback. He needed to see the girls play first. If
one of them had any talent, then she'd be reassigned to
that position. Who cared, really? It was only going to
be a twenty minute game, with ho time outs.

And so it was that Bob decided to run them through the
first few plays as their quarterback. The girls, of
course, were still dressed in their cheerleader
outfits, which consisted of spandex uppers, with short
skirts that fell over what were, for all intents and
purposes, panties.

True, they were made of more spandex, and they were
made to be seen occasionally as the girls twirled and
jumped. But they were really just panties. White socks
and saddle oxfords completed the outfit. They couldn't
run well in them, but for the first practice it would
be OK. They were only going to do walk-throughs of some
of the plays.

He got them lined up on the ball and showed Tiffany how
to grab the ball and snap it. "Just slam it into my
hand." he said. They all got down into their three
point stances, asses high again. Bob looked left and
right, out of habit and then approached his center.
Without thinking he flipped up the towel that was
hanging down behind the center.

Except it wasn't a towel. It was Tiffany's skirt.

"COACH PORTER!" she squealed and stood up, turning
around.

"Oh .. um sorry" he mumbled. He explained about the
towel. She remembered seeing her boyfriend do the same
thing and laughed. "It's OK, coach. It's no big deal."
She got back down and waved her ass at him. "Ready
coach" she yelled.

He re-approached her butt and, since the skirt was in
his way and she had said it was OK, he flipped it up
again. Several of the girls giggled. He got flustered
and, without thinking again, slapped his hand up
between his center's legs. He was used to hitting an
athlete's hard ass covered by tightly stretched uniform
pants. What his hand plowed into instead was soft
pussy.

"EEK!" squealed Tiffany again, but she didn't stand up.
She did flex her knees a little, pressing down onto his
hand. He had enough sense of presence to yell the
numbers and she slapped the ball in his hand with all
the force of a trained center. The girls all stood up.
Two ran forward. The guards looked around. His backs
just stood there. The two who ran forward started
jumping all over the field, yelling that they were
open. He sighed. It was supposed to be a running play.

Tiffany ran up to him. "Um... coach? Where you touched
me?"

'Oh shit, here it comes,' he thought to himself.

"I understand that that's where I should put the ball
when I hike it, right?"

He sighed with relief. Yes, it was going to be a long
three weeks.

The next play, Tiffany bent over and waved her butt at
him again, from side to side. This time he put his hand
between her legs, but didn't touch her. She hiked the
ball into his hand so hard, though, that she drove the
back of his hand into her pussy. And she pushed down on
his hand at the same time. When the play was over she
came up to him. "Coach, If you don't touch me I can't
feel where your hand is. I might not hike it right. So
don't worry about... things. OK?"

The next play, when he looked right, Suzie Thurman was
offsides and he had to yell at her to back up. In the
process he forgot about Tiffany's pussy and when he
planted his left hand he once again smacked her soft
puss. This time she didn't make a sound. She just waved
her ass while his hand was stuck between her legs.

"If I didn't know better," he thought to himself, "I'd
swear she's trying to rub her pussy on my hand!" Again,
she slammed the ball into his hand just as well as any
college bound senior could have. He thought, errantly
as he threw the ball to Nicole Adams, that if he'd
jerked his hand out she'd have bruised that puffy
little pussy of hers with that ball.

He blew the whistle, calling it a day and the girls all
ran off the field hooting and hollering, some of them
doing cartwheels and flips. Cheerleaders! They were
cursed with endless energy and perkiness! He walked off
the field thinking that soccer shoes might give them
the traction they'd need for the game. What to do about
uniforms, though. That was the question.

Estelle Thurman, Suzie's mother, came to see him at
school the next morning. She was a short athletic woman
who wore her auburn hair in a pony tail. She was in
good shape and had an ass to die for. She sheathed that
ass in tight pants, like the ones she was wearing
today. She pulled what might pass for a football jersey
out of her bag and held it up for him to see.

It was in the school colors of purple and orange and,
in big letters across the back were the words "PORTER'S
PIRETTES". "Get it?" she gushed. "Pirates... Pirettes?
Isn't it just so COOL?" On the shoulders were the
numbers 1/7. "See, we decided to use fractions, instead
of regular numbers. Aren't they just DARLING?"

"I don't understand" said Bob slowly.

"They're for the GIRLS!" cooed Estelle. "The mothers
all got together and had them made! See? They can just
drop them over their cheerleader uniforms. That way
they won't have to change clothes. We can start the
game as soon as the field is cleared for half time."
She turned the jersey this way and that, admiring it.

"PORTER'S pirates?" he said. "Why PORTER'S?"

"No, PI-RETTES. You know, like Rock-ettes. It's a play
on words... that they're girls?"

"I understand that part, Mrs. Thurman. Why did you use
MY name?"

"Oh!" she laughed. "They're YOUR team, coach Porter. I
mean you're training them, right? And they're running
YOUR plays, right? YOU are their coach. Besides, all
the girls talk about how great a coach you are, and how
you're their favorite teacher and all that. "We spoke
to the administration, and they've agreed to let you be
the quarterback for the game. I mean, it wouldn't be
fair to expect one of the girls to try to learn that
much before the game, right?"

He thought about it. It wouldn't do any good to
complain. And they'd already had the damn things made
up. This was getting worse and worse. Then he had an
idea. Her held up the jersey. They'd designed it so it
could be worn over the normal cheerleading outfit. That
meant the girls would be wearing their cheerleading
skirts during the game.

He pointed that out and cautioned that, since it was
going to be a flag football game, that someone grabbing
for a flapping flag might accidentally grab skirt
instead, and that it could be embarrassing.

His hopes were dashed when Estelle said she didn't
think anything like that would happen, and besides, it
was all for fun and only a short game.

That evening, when the girls gathered f or practice and
he flipped up Tiffany's skirt, she was wearing plain
cotton bikini panties, instead of her cheerleading
panties. He stood there, staring.

She bent over further, looking up at him from between
her legs. "The others needed to be washed, coach. Don't
worry about it."

Now when he planted his hand in her crotch, he felt the
spring of flesh being compressed and bouncing back out.
He remembered how pouty her pussy lips had looked in
the shower, sticking out, gaping open, and dripping
sperm. Suddenly Coach Porter had a raging hard-on.

He called running plays so he could stay bent over. He
ran them through four plays before admitting to himself
that if he mashed his hand against Tiffany's almost
naked pussy again he'd blow in his shorts. He blew the
whistle. "Hit the showers!" he yelled. As he entered
his office he heard the showers running. All those
bouncy naked teenage girls in there, wet... slick...
naked...

He closed the door to his office. It had white rippled
glass in it that you couldn't see through. He had to
relieve the pressure. He slid his shorts down to his
thighs and his erection popped out. He grabbed it and
began jerking. It didn't take long. He felt it coming.
He looked down at the tip of his cock to watch as his
streams of cum shot out. His other hand held a tissue.
He felt the first shot streak through his cock and
groaned.

The door opened. Tiffany Walcot stood there, eyes wide,
mouth in an 'o'.

His head jerked up and his prick fired. It missed the
tissue and arced up, heading straight for Tiffany. It
didn't quite make it to her, though, and plopped wetly
on the floor at her feet.

Bob had never actually experienced 'coitus interruptus'
before. It was odd ... and a little painful. First, his
prick wilted almost instantly. But since it was in the
middle of shooting, the rest of him kept trying to
expel the rest of his load. It sort of backed up in the
system and his now soft penis began to drool long
stringy drips of milky semen. He stuffed his leaking
cock back into his shorts as he jerked them up. "SHIT!"
he said vehemently.

"Wow" Tiffany spoke. "I mean WOW, coach! I didn't know
grownups did that! And you're a TEACHER too! I SURE
didn't think TEACHERS did that. WOW!!!"

"OK, OK" he moaned. "I guess we're even." There was
sperm on his hand. He wiped it surreptitiously on his
shorts. "I never said anything when I caught you and
Ted... well... I mean I never said anything. Can I
depend on you to do the same thing?"

She grinned slyly. "Gee, I dunno, coach. That was
pretty hot. I might want to tell the girls about it at
a slumber party or something." She stuck out one foot
and dragged the toe of her shoe through the puddle of
his cum on the floor in front of her.

Bob scrambled to get a towel and wiped up the evidence
of his activity. "Come on Tiff" he moaned. "You didn't
even knock. I'd get fired for sure." He tucked his
penis back in his shorts.

She stopped smiling. "Well, we DON'T want that. That's
for sure. OK, coach, tell you what. If you'll work with
me one on one for this center thing, I'll keep it to
myself."

"What do you mean 'work with you'?" he said carefully.

"Well, Suzie's mom told us you're going to be the
quarterback in the game, and we want to beat the
administration BAD! And so I don't want to mess up and
snap the ball wrong or anything. So I want to practice
snapping the ball. With you."


It sounded so normal. What could go wrong? "OK" he
said. She squealed and jumped up and down. Her ample
breasts bounced nicely. If he hadn't just shot his wad
he'd have wanted to right then.

Tiffany turned around and bent over, wagging her ass at
him. She looked over her shoulder. "So coach? What were
you doing when I came in?"

Bob looked around for a ball. "You know what I was
doing," he said.

"Yeah, I know WHAT you were doing, but WHY were you
doing it just then? I mean, right after practice and
all."

"I don't want to talk about it," growled Bob as he
spotted a ball and dug it out. He approached Tiffany's
waving ass. One of her hands came through her legs and
he handed her the ball. She set it down. "OK, Coach,"
he heard her say. He flipped up her skirt. There were
those damn cotton panties again. What the hell! He
slapped his hand up against her pussy.

She was wet. Her panties were wet. She'd just seen him
shooting his spooge and her panties were wet! She
snapped the ball and ground the back of his hand into
her wet panties.

She made him do it four more times. Then, flushed and
breathing hard, she smiled, reached up and kissed him
on the cheek and said, "Thanks Coach. See you
tomorrow," and bounced out of the office.

This time he locked the door before he stroked himself
to another mind blowing orgasm.

The next night the girls practiced hard. They'd studied
the play book he'd made up for them and they knew the
plays! He was almost distracted from Tiffany's pussy,
which, again, was clad only in cotton. He noticed the
girls looked at him a lot more too, almost like they
were watching him to see what he would do. Practice
went a whole 45 minutes, during which Tiffany's panties
got wet again. On the way back in to the showers he had
to put his hand in his pocket to dry it off!

As soon as the girls had cleared the showers Tiffany
came to his office. "Ready coach?" she said. She had a
ball with her. She turned around and bent over,
sticking her butt high in the air. Bob sighed and
approached her ass. He flipped her skirt up.

No panties. No nothing. Bare teenage pussy. Bob wasn't
stupid. Well normally he wasn't stupid. He had two
heads, though, and he started thinking with his little
one. Instead of putting the back of his hand on her
bare pussy, Bob slid a finger INTO her pussy.

"Hmmmmmmm," said Tiffany and she wiggled her butt.
Bob's other hand was busy shoving his shorts down. He
stepped out of them and, rampant with lust, he
approached the center. "I'm going to teach you how to
be a receiver" he growled. He plugged his dick into her
slick slot. He grabbed her hips and pulled while he
pushed. Instantly he was balls deep in the cheerleader.

"Ohhhhhhh coach," she moaned. He slid out and then
slammed back in. She grunted and wiggled her ass again.
He reached around her, one hand sliding up into her
top, to play with her breasts, and the other zeroing in
on her clitty. He squeezed her nipples and thrummed her
clitty while he slid his boner deep in her teen tunnel.

She came, her pussy squeezing tightly on his prick.
Knowing this girl allowed a boy to cum in her naked
pussy, and hoping she was on something, Bob grunted and
filled her quim with thick white coach sperm. She
moaned that she could feel him shooting in her and she
wiggled her ass, pushing back on his spouting rod.

He came so hard he ended up holding on to her to keep
from falling backwards. As his prick dribbled the last
of it's precious offering into her pussy he hunched
over her, hugging her tightly.

Finally they stood up. Tiffany turned in his arms and
sought his lips with hers. It was a long, deep kiss.
She stared in his eyes. "I liked that coach," she said.
"I think I'm going to like football a lot."

The next night, when Tiffany came to get 'special
help', Megan Miller was with her. Tiffany just grinned
when Megan said "Coach, we need to have a backup
quarterback, in case Tiff gets sick, or hurt or
something. So we talked about it, and I want to be that
backup." She was pulling at her skirt when she said it,
but he knew what she really wanted.

Coach didn't even try to be coy about it. He locked the
door and kissed Megan hard on the mouth. Inside of a
minute and a half he was happily sucking on her cherry
red nipples, which were so stiff they felt like they
were made of rubber.

In another minute and a half she was flat on her back,
legs wide in the cheerleader splits, while his horny
cock split her pussy lips and sank into her deep. He
didn't even think about the possibility she might be a
virgin. She had been, but she wasn't any more. By the
time her "Ow!" made its way into his sex-fogged brain,
Coach Porter's prick was buried in her snatch.

"Ohhhh shiit!" she moaned as he froze. She was tight
and hot.

He looked up at Tiffany, who was grinning widely. She
was in the act of stripping off her own cheerleading
outfit. When she was naked she got down on her hands
and knees by Megan's head. "Wait must a minute Megan. I
promise it will get lots better."

Bob slowly dragged his boner out of Megan's ravaged
pussy and she sighed again. He knew he had to make this
good for her, or there could be trouble. So he slid
back in deep and rolled his hips in circles, to smash
and massage her teen clitty. That worked wonders.

Her head snapped up off the floor and she went,
"Ohhhhhhhhh that's nice."

He just kept going, realizing that his cock tip was
poking regularly into her cervix at the same time his
bone was smashing her clit. It only took a couple of
minutes before she went off like a firecracker,
squealing and groaning and yelling about how good it
felt, and about how much she loved coach Porter and for
him not to stop. And, to top off the whole thing he let
himself wash out her pussy with his cum. He knew he was
so hot there would be another load for Tiffany, so he
packed Megan's virgin pussy full to overflowing with
sperm.

He didn't think about the fact that most girls lose
their virginity on impulse, rather than planning the
event.

He didn't think about the fact that Megan could only
have known about him and Tiffany for less than 24
hours.

He didn't think about the probability that there was no
way in the world that Megan was on the pill.

He just bred her like nature intended.

Fifteen minutes later Megan got to do another thing for
the first time in her life. She got to see two people
having hot steamy sex for the first time. She watched
in awe as Tiffany spread her legs for the coach and
sighed happily as she got a proper reaming out by
coach's renewed bone.

She gasped as she saw how big that bone was, and how
much it stretched out Tiffany's pussy. She couldn't
believe that thing had been inside her. Then coach was
gasping, and his balls were jumping as Megan watched
him plant a pound of his seed in Tiffany's fertile
garden.

Coach did a lot of special training from that night
until the powder puff game. By the time the game
actually got played, he had three backup centers. Every
night one of them came to him for special practice and
he doused her pussy with his spooge.

He'd never had so much pussy and because of it he never
thought things out. As a consequence, by the time
Porter's Pirettes went out on the field to play at half
time, three of them were pregnant with his babies. That
the forth wasn't was because she was already pregnant
with his star quartback's baby.

The bad news was that Bob Porter had to give up a nice
job in a great little town and start a new life under a
new name.

The good news was that his girls won the powder puff
game - twelve - zip!

END