Tracy was nervous. She really didn't want to be here in the gym right now. Her
twin sister Stacy had arranged for the both of them to meet Coach Baxter here
for some special treatment.
Stacy wanted to be a cheerleader more than anything else and this was the only
way she could be one. It wasn't because she wanted do something useful with her
life. She just wanted to sleep with Angus, the school jock. But Angus only dated
cheerleaders. Stacy had gone for cheerleader tryouts but had failed because she
wasn't currently sleeping with any of the football players. She had tried to persuade
Ms. Spencer to let her be a cheerleader but soon found out that it was Coach Baxter
that made the final decision. Stacy had done a little research on Coach Baxter
and had discovered that he had a weakness for Incestuous, Lesbian porn movies
(all this, plus other interesting titbits, is in Twins 04). Which is why Tracy
was now freezing her arse off in the school gym waiting for the coach to turn
up.
"I'm freezing my arse off," stated Tracy, confirming that the author
did indeed have a grasp of the situation.
"Oh stop whining. At least you remembered to put on some underwear."
"If I had known it would be this cold I would of put on a hell of a lot more
than this skimpy cheerleaders outfit. Or better still, I would have stayed at
home in bed with Clifford."
"Well you can leave if you want. Of course if you did then I would have no
chance of becoming a cheerleader, which means I wouldn't get to screw Angus and
then Cliffy would lose his dare, so it will be me being kept warm by his hot bod
instead of you." (See Twins 04)
Tracy glared at her sister. If looks could kill Stacy would be worm food right
now. The thought of Stacy's body being consumed by maggots brought a thin smile
to Tracy's lips. She was about to get up and start jogging around the gym to keep
warm when the main door swung open.
Coach Baxter stood in the open doorway and looked at the girls. Tracy thought
it was a very hungry look. She shivered but it was not because of the cold.
Stacy got up and sauntered over to the coach. She stopped in front of him, placed
her hands behind her back to thrust out her young breasts and looked up at him
in her best little girl pose.
"Hello, Coach. I'm Stacy and that is Tracy." She gestured behind her
to the mats in the middle of the gym where Tracy was seated.
"I want to be a cheerleader, Coach Baxter, and I was hoping you could help
me."
"Cheerleader quota is full," said the coach in an abrupt tone but Stacy
noticed he was looking at her in a very lustful way. She decided to work on that.
"Oh there must be a 'position' for me," said Stacy, thrusting her breasts
out as far as she could and absent-mindedly running a finger over her lips. Coach
just kept staring at her so she gently took his hand and led him over to the mats.
She let go of his hand then sat down on the mat next to Tracy.
"I really want to be a cheerleader coach. More than anything. And Tracy said
she would help me."
"Only because you're a dirty, blackmailing whore," muttered Tracy under
her breath.
"And we are here to make your every fantasy come true," breathed Stacy,
totally ignoring her sister.
Coach Baxter just stood where he was with his arms folded, glowering at the girls.
Stacy was beginning to wonder if this was going to work. She decided to see if
a little action wouldn't help to thaw out the coach. She turned to her twin and
kissed her lightly on the lips. Tracy made no effort to return the kiss.
"Play along," whispered Stacy, "or Clifford will be fucking me
by morning."
Tracy glared at her sister and then returned the kiss. It quickly grew in intensity,
their young tongues twining together as they held each other close.
Stacy reached down and grabbed Tracy's sweater then gently lifted it up over her
head.
Tracy raised her arms to make it easier for her sister to remove the garment,
then returned to kissing her.
Stacy slowly moved her lips down to Tracy's throat, placing soft kisses as she
went.
Tracy leaned her head back and gave a low moan. If nothing else, Stacy certainly
knew how to turn her on. Stacy continued to move down until she reached the lacy
white bra that her sister was wearing. She placed her mouth over one fabric-clad
nipple and gently sucked.
Tracy reached behind her own back and quickly undid her bra, allowing Stacy to
push it aside to reach her breasts. Placing her hands on Stacy's head, she gently
pulled her closer to her breast. She surprised herself with how much she was enjoying
this. They had fooled around before in the back of Clifford's car on the way home
from a party but they had been drunk at the time. Now she was clear-headed and
really getting into it. It was surprising just how much sensation you miss when
you are drunk. She moaned again as Stacy gently nipped her nipple with her teeth.
She reached behind Stacy to grab her top and started to pull it up. Stacy released
Tracy's breast so she could pull her top off, but it didn't stop there. In a matter
of seconds the girls were completely naked.
Stacy looked over at Coach Baxter and was disturbed to find that he was still
standing with his arms crossed, staring down at them in that stern manner of his.
Then she looked at his pants. They were virtually bursting at the seams. From
Stacy's vantage point it looked like the coach was not only horny but also hung
like a horse. She envied Mrs. Baxter. She turned back to her sister who was lying
on her back on the mat. Stacy climbed on top of her twin and positioned herself
so that their nipples were just brushing. She smiled as Tracy opened her legs
to allow Stacy to lie between them. She pushed her hips against Tracy's and slowly
rubbed against her puss.
Tracy wrapped her long legs around her twin sister and they started to rock, Stacy
pretending to thrust into her sister. The motion and friction was quickly getting
to Tracy and before she knew it she was climaxing beneath her sister. She held
her tightly as her body bucked against her sister. When it subsided Stacy bent
down and they kissed again. Then Stacy slowly slid down till her breath was playing
over Tracy's still throbbing pussy. She started to run her tongue over Tracy's
moist lips and was pleased to see her sister tremble under her touch. Stacy started
to run her tongue around the entrance to Tracy's puss in ever decreasing circles.
She reached the centre and thrust her tongue in as deeply as she could.
Tracy gasped as she felt her sister penetrate her. She reached down and ran her
hands through her sister's long, blonde hair. Lifting her legs she placed them
on Stacy's shoulders, lifting her hips to allow her twin to thrust her tongue
in deeper.
Stacy took her cue and did exactly that, making swirling motions to try to reach
every spot that she could.
Tracy could feel another orgasm coming on when suddenly she felt her sister pull
back.
"No! Don't stop!"
Stacy looked up and smiled at her sister, then wet two of her fingers with her
long tongue before sliding them into Tracy's wet puss.
"Oh God yes. Finger fuck me. Slide those fingers into me. Make me cum."
Stacy had every intention of doing just that. She bent down and placed her mouth
over Tracy's clit, gently applying pressure to it with her tongue as she began
to suck.
This was all too much for Tracy and she fell willingly in to the abyss of an incredible
orgasm, her whole body bucking under her sister.
Stacy was amazed at how powerful Tracy's orgasm was. She couldn't wait to have
her twin do the same thing to her and was about to get into a 69 position when
she felt two strong hands on her naked hips. 'Well it's about fucking time' she
thought to herself. Her thoughts were cut off when she felt something large and
warm at the entrance to her arse.
"Um, Coach, I think you have the wrong hole there. If you could just
3;"
She nearly fainted as Coach Baxter thrust his nine-inch dick into her arse. The
pain was exquisite. Stacy gasped as she fought to relax, knowing that the sooner
that she could, the quicker the pain would go away.
"Fuck, Coach, you could have at least spat on it before you jammed it in
there." She slowly relaxed and allowed the monster cock to work its way in
deeper. As she grunted with the exertion she looked up at her sister to see a
wry smile cross her face.
"I guess this is what they call, poetic justice," whispered Tracy.
"Shut up, I'm busy," grunted Stacy.
She tried her best to go with the thrusts of Coach Baxter but it was not easy.
She felt like she was being torn apart. Sure she had done the anal sex thing before
but not with someone this big. She thought that if she had the time to prepare
she might actually enjoy this but right now she was to busy trying to catch her
breath.
"Oh God, Coach, slow down a bit will you?"
She contemplated faking an orgasm in the hope that it would excite him enough
to get him cum. She decided to wait for a couple of minutes. He was thrusting
faster and faster so she didn't think he would last much longer.
Coach Baxter had indeed built up a head of steam and was moving faster than Britney
Spears on Acid. With a moan he shot his load deep into Stacy's arse.
“Christ,” thought Stacy, "I'm going to be shitting cum for a week."
As Coach pulled his rapidly deflating cock from Stacy's arse she turned to him
and decided to ask the question.
"So, Coach Baxter, can I be on the squad?"
"No."
"No? Why the hell not? We put on a lez show for you. I even let you fuck
my arse. Why can't I be on the squad?"
"Because it's not up to me."
Stacy stood before him with her hands on her hips. She was furious. This was the
second time she had been fucked for nothing.
"Well then who the fuck is it up to?"
"Principal Pendergrast."
"What? Him? I have to fuck that old goat now?"
"Well no actually you don't."
"You mean he will just let me onto the squad?"
"No, I mean he doesn't like girls. Well at least I don't think he does. He
never talks about them and I have never known him to go out on a date. So I guess
he is either celibate, or gay. Either way I guess you are screwed." Coach
Baxter pulled up his pants and started to walk towards the doors, but turned to
give one last comment.
"Nice fuck by the way. You have one tight little arse. See ya."
Stacy stood fuming as she watched him walk out of the gym.
"I don't know how, but I am going to make him pay for what he did."
Tracy threw Stacy's clothes at her.
"Get dressed, we're leaving."
"Noooo. I have to go fuck Principal Pendergrast now. It is only six o'clock
so he will still be in his office."
"You are not going to fuck the principal. You heard Coach, you're not his
type."
"But I can't give up now. And you have to help me. You have just as much
at stake here as I do. Unless you don't really care what happens to Cliffy."
"You know damn well I do. And I will help you, but first you have to remove
that dare from him."
"But then you won't help me and I really want to fuck Angus. If I still can
after what Coach did. I am surprised I can still walk."
"Ok then change the dare to me. I will take Clifford's place."
"Nope, sorry. A dare is a dare. I guess if you want his dick then you will
just have to help me, won't you?"
Tracy glared at her sister.
"Fine. Now come on."
"Where are we going?"
"To Principal Pendergrast's house."
"But he won't be there, he's in his office."
"Just shut up and come on," said Tracy as she dragged her sister out
of the gym.
Two dark figures slipped through the shadows of the room. One moving with the
stealth of a cat, the other shuffling along and making faint whining sounds.
"I'm cold and my arse hurts."
"Shut up. I told you to wear underwear."
"What about my arse?"
"Well stop sticking large objects in it and it won't hurt."
"It wasn't exactly my idea you know."
"Ssh. I'm trying to concentrate. I need to let my eyes acclimatise to the
darkness."
"Well why don't you just
3;"
"Will you please shut up!" hissed Tracy. She was beginning to wish she
had come here alone.
"But
3;"
"If you don't shut up we will forget about the whole thing and go home."
Stacy reached behind her sister and flicked on the light switch.
"Aaahh! Shit!" Tracy covered her eyes in an attempt to stop the pain
of sudden light lancing through her eyeballs.
"Are you trying to fucking blind me or something?"
"I just thought it would be easier to see with the lights on."
"Well of course it will. And it will be a lot easier for the neighbours to
see us in the Principal's house."
"They won't see us, not through those heavy curtains."
Tracy looked at the windows and saw that her sister was right. Every window had
heavy cloth curtains draped across it.
"Why would he have those on his windows? It's almost like he didn't want
people to see in here."
The twins moved around what was obviously the Principal's bedroom. It was a large
room, empty except for a double bed against one wall.
"There's something strange about this room," said Tracy. She just couldn't
put her finger on what it was.
Her sister picked it up almost immediately.
"There's no wardrobe, nowhere to put his clothes."
"But there has to be. It's not like he goes around naked." Tracy walked
over to one wall and started to inspect it.
Stacy walked over to the bed and flopped down on it. She rolled over on to her
stomach and started to rub her arse.
"Will you look at my arse, Tracy? I am sure it's all bruised."
"I'm not going near that thing."
"Oh come on. I did a lot for you tonight."
"Oh yeah. I especially liked the bit where I had to have sex with my sister
in front of Coach Baxter."
"Really?" asked Stacy.
"No, I was being sarcastic." Tracy continued to examine the wall. She
had found a faint join running from floor to ceiling.
"Fine," pouted Stacy, "be like that then. You could at least be
grateful that I made you cum."
She rolled over and grabbed the bedpost to help her sit up. The bedpost moved
under her grip and she heard a faint clicking noise.
"Whoa," exclaimed Tracy as the wall in front of her started to accordion
apart. What was revealed inside had her standing open-mouthed.
"What is it?" Stacy couldn't see from her position on the bed. No response
from her sister had her leaping up to see what was in the hidden alcove.
"Oh my God" she said as she moved beside her sister.
"Principal Pendergrast has somewhat of a hidden life."
"No shit. Umm is that thing what I think it is?"
"I think so. I have seen pictures in magazines but never in real life."
"But how would he use it?"
Tracy looked up at the ceiling of the bedroom and saw what she was looking for
over the bed.
"Up there" She pointed to the hooks in the ceiling. "He would just
attach it to those."
"Okay so I guess we just blackmail him then."
"I don't know if that would work. It would just be two schoolgirl's word
against a respected Principal. And he could always get rid of this stuff before
anyone bothered to look in here."
"So what do we do?" Stacy was convinced that blackmail would work but
she knew her sister was smarter than she was and she respected her decisions.
They were often right.
Tracy bent down and picked up a magazine from a box on the floor of the alcove.
She flipped through a few pages and scanned the pictures.
"How's your arse, Stacy?"
"Still sore, why?"
"I think it is about to get a lot better."
What will happen next?
What is in the hidden alcove?
What deviant plans does Tracy have for Principal Pendergrast?
Will Stacy's arse ever be the same again?
Will Stacy ever get to sleep with Angus?
These and other questions will be answered in the final episode of "Twins,
Cheerleader Blues"
