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Cheerleading Coach (M/f+ teens)
Copyright © 1997,  Phil Phantom,  (ALL Rights Reserved)

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Three men sat off to the side of the bleachers, looking out of
place, but no one was looking. Most watched the game, a few watched
the Junior Varsity cheerleaders. The men watched one JV
cheerleader, Marcie Mathews.
    
They had good seats for Marcie Mathews watching as she did her
routine at their end not thirty feet away. Their eyes never left
her body. No one noticed, but Marcie did. 
    
She'd seen men look at her that way before, and the hungry look
frightened her. She felt like a lamb in a cage with three wolves
looking in with slobbering mouths. 
    
She tried to concentrate on her routines, tried not to take notice,
tried to focus on her family that sat five rows up and to her
right. Mom, Dad, and her kid brother and sister seemed oblivious to
the men as they watched her twin brother play football and his twin
jump and cheer. 
    
The Mathews males watched the game; the females watched Marcie. Her
mother watched the routine with a critical eye wondering what was
on her daughter's mind that made her screw-up so many routines.
    
The men exchanged hungry looks and smiles each time Marcie assumed
a suggestive pose. They nudged each other when she turned away and
bent from the waist with her legs out wide, and made exclamations
when she'd do the toe-touching jumping splits while facing them.
    
Jan Mathews hated that particular maneuver, a vulgar maneuver that
sent the girls' skirts up to expose the under-garment (not panties,
but they looked like panties) with the thin unpadded crotch
stretched tightly over their sex.
    
She fought a losing battle to have the jump dropped or another type
of undergarment adopted. The white cotton panties--for that's what
they really were--went with the blue and white pleated skirt, but
dark blue would work just as well and wouldn't reveal details of
the girls' sex when sweat turned the crotches transparent. The
second half routines were positively vulgar, Marcie's especially.
    
Jan suspected something sinister in the opposition's lame excuse
for keeping the routine and the panties. Whether it was the dyke
cheerleading coach, or the men behind the sports program, or
someone higher; whoever the real opposition was, a small group of
mothers couldn't sway them. Most of the girls and most of their
mothers didn't seem to mind, but most didn't sweat like Marcie or
possess a vagina with such full definition. 
    
Jan tried to circumvent the opposition by having Marcie wear a mini
pad in the crotch, but the dyke removed the pads every time. To
avoid the embarrassment of a locker room removal, Marcie pleaded
for pad-free panties.
    
Marcie was not one of the girls that didn't mind. She was a good
girl, a church girl, an 'A' student, and a virgin at fifteen.
Marcie was the only virgin on the squad and, hands-down, the most
desirable.
    
She had the looks: big, emerald-green eyes; full, pouting lips;
bright white teeth; a long mane of bouncy chestnut hair. She had
the figure: proud breasts; a tiny waist; broad hips; and dynamite
legs; a near hairless cunt with definition. She had personality: a
cheerful, innocent, bubbly little bouncing ball of fun. She came
from a well-to-do family--All American. And she had fans. 
    
During the second half, when the panties would be soaked and the
jump routine was every other routine performed, the bleachers in
front of Marcie would gradually fill. This did not go un-noticed by
Marcie or her mother, but there was nothing they could do. Quitting
was not an option, mostly because Jan would not hear of it. Her
daughter was sure to make the varsity squad, and the varsity squad
had much better routines and uniforms. JV was something they both
had to endure. 
    
The enduring was easier on Jan than Marcie as Jan didn't face a
pack of hungry wolves, three in particular. It wasn't sweat that
made Marcie's panties disappear, though Jan pretended it was for
little Julie's sake, for Marcie's sake, as well. Marcie knew
better, as did her fans. Her father and younger brother were fans
when Greg wasn't on the field.
    
The three men ogled their prey as the dyke coach stationed herself
near Marcie to insure she put her all into the jumps. In the
stands, Red turned to Luther and said, "Man, your sister sure is
laying it on thick today."
    
"Yeah, she don't give a fuck. They're out to fire her dyke ass.
She's getting her money's worth. Well, are you guys in?"
    
Stomper, the ex-biker and third partner in their speed shop
business, said, "I don't know, Luther, we're talking major hard
time if this don't go down like you plan."
    
"It'll go perfect. If it don't, look at it this way, we'll do
twenty years, tops, but it'll take twenty to relive this upcoming
week. Twenty years of kicking back, living off the state, thinking
back on the best sex we ever had. Besides, when we get through with
them, they'll want to keep this a family secret. Their biggest fear
will be that we'll tell someone or let the videos out."
    
Red said, "I'm in. Fuck it. I gotta have that bitch. I want 'em
all. Fuck it!"
    
Luther said, "Well, Stomp, it's decision time. You in or out?"
    
"Fuck it. I'm in. What about Stella? Is she in?"
    
"Yes, but she'll wait on my call. If things are going well, she'll
join us. She'll be bringing Bubba, and Bubba will bring Sambo."
    
"Are you serious about putting that horse-cock nigger on that
babe?"
    
"On all three babes. Hey, we're going to have a fucking orgy. He's
bringing the party favors."
    
"He'll kill that little girl."
    
"Nah, she'll take it up the ass. We ain't killin' or hurtin' no
one. By the time he shows up, they'll be fightin' over the biggest
dicks, and he's got the biggest dick. Sambo's a close second."
    
Red said, "You can't be serious about putting that big mutt of his
on those kids?" 
    
"Fuckin' 'A', I'm serious, and Mommy's going to help Sambo get
mounted. You ain't seen the master at work. I know pussy, and what
I don't know, Stella does. We also know opposite sex twins. If
they're not getting it on, they want to real bad. God damn, would
you look at the hot cunt on that bitch! Fuck!"
    
Stomper said, "Fuck, man, Stella's got that bitch worked up to a
lather. This is the best show ever. Mommy must be beside herself."
    
All three looked slyly to their left rear and saw no joy in Jan's
face. She had her jaw clenched as Stella ordered yet a fourth jump
routine--the fourth in a row.
    
* * *
                                  
The Fall break was a welcome relief when it came. Marcie hadn't
been looking forward to spending a week at a lake-side cabin, but
after that last game, she couldn't wait to get out of town. The
gals busied themselves inside, setting up a kitchen of sorts. With
no running water or electricity, there wasn't much to set up.
    
The guys unloaded the station wagon. The last to enter was Wally
Mathews, the father, bound and gaged, pushed before three large
men. He went sprawling to the rough wood floor and stopped all
activity inside the cabin.
    
Jan screamed. Julie hid behind her mother. Greg and Steve stood
stock still. Marcie went pale. She recognized the men. Luther
picked Wally up and set him in a chair. He placed a boot on the
edge of the chair, drew Wally's head back by the scalp, and placed
a long knife to his exposed throat.
    
Everyone gasped. Wally was in a sweat with his eyes tightly closed.
Luther waited for dramatic effect, then calmly said, "We're here to
party with you folks. If we have fun, everyone will be fine; but if
we don't have fun, he dies. I can't make it any simpler than that."
    
Jan stood defiantly before her girls and said, "You get out of here
and leave us alone."
    
Luther said, "You must have him heavily insured. You obviously want
him dead. That's fine; we can party without him."
    
Wally's eyes shot wide open. He stared hard at his wife. Jan
changed her approach, saying, "No, I don't want him dead. Please,
if you must, I'll go with you, quietly. Just leave my family
alone."
    
"A noble gesture, but we can't let you have all the fun. Marcie,
step out where we can see you."
    
Marcie hesitated. Jan held her back. Luther shook his head and
said, "Ma'am, you just don't get it, do you? We're going to party
whether you like it or not. The only question is, will numb nuts,
here, survive?"
    
Jan's tortured mind rolled this over, then sent a signal to her
limps to let Marcie step out. The nervous teen took that relaxed
pose as a sign to do as the man said and stepped out. 
    
She wore baggy shorts and loosely tied blouse. The short-sleeve
blouse had the top two buttons undone, the next two buttoned, and
the rest unbuttoned with the tails tied exposing her flat midriff.
Wearing sandals with her long hair pinned back, she presented a
sight they'd never seen--plain Marcie. Still, the three men ogled
her as though she were naked, bringing a full flush to her
features.
    
Luther whistled then said, "God damn, girl, you'd look sexy in a
potato sack. Let your hair out. Fluff it up. Shake it out."
    
Jan fired back, "Leave her alone. She's just a kid, for Christ's
sake. Can't you see she's scared half to death. What kind of
animals are you?"
    
Luther tossed the knife to Red and walked up to Jan. He took her
firmly by the hand and dragged her toward the door, saying, "You
and me need to have a little talk, Mommy. Red, if I hollar, slit
the mother fucker's throat."
    
"Got it, Boss."
    
Luther marched Jan to a nearby tree, well out of earshot or
eyesight. He spun her to face him, then pushed on her chest until
her back was pinned to the tree. With his free hand he grabbed her
between the legs and lifted her to her tip toes while getting in
her face. 
    
He roughly massaged and kneaded her pussy while saying, "Now get
this straight. For what we've done so far, we could all get life.
Adding rape and murder won't hurt. We are not about to back out
now. Nothing short of a SWAT Team raid could stop us, and we both
know that ain't gonna happen--don't we?"
    
Jan nodded slowly while her face took on a rosy hue. He continued,
"What you should be thinking of is survival. Stop thinking about
saving hymens and start thinking about saving asses. Capish?"
    
She nodded, but he pressed for a verbal response. She said, "I
capish."
    
"Good, now, let's go one step further. When this week is up, and we
have to decide what to do with all these witnesses, we'll have
nothing to lose by planting you and your lovely family in the
woods."
    
Jan made a pained expression and started a plea which he silenced
by bringing the hand from her chest to her lips, saying, "We don't
want that. You don't want that. Here's what we'll do. You have all
week to convince us that you wouldn't dream of reporting this
crime. You'd best be right there in the middle of the action,
looking for all to see as though you are having the time of your
life. You'd better come across as one perverted bitch, one horny
slut, and you'd better be convincing."
    
"Oh, God, please, I couldn't. Tie me up like Wally and have your
way with them. They'll get over that, but they'll never get over
seeing me act that way."
    
"Sorry, that won't do. You'll look like a victim. No, I told you
how you can save your ass and their's. If you don't like that
option, I guess this party will have a very sad ending."
    
He let that sink in. Jan finally said, "I'm not sure I can."
    
"I think you can. I'm holding your hot cunt in my hand. Even
through these shorts I can feel you getting hot, excited, and wet.
I'll bet your nipples are hard. Let's take a peek, shall we?"
    
Jan turned her head to the side as he opened two buttons and pulled
out the cups, saying, "Oh, yeah, these are hard little puppies.
They look like party hats. Nice tits, Jan. You don't mind if I call
you Jan, do you?"
    
Jan shook her head as he unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, saying,
"Let's check out the condition of this pussy."
    
The shorts slid down her legs and the panties were pushed to her
knees. Jan stood trembling as his fingers invaded her secret flesh.
He said, "Good God, girl, you're sopping wet. This is a party pussy
if I ever felt one."
    
Jan gradually turned her head back to look him in the eyes. He
fingered her crudely and smiled, saying, "You're going to have fun
this week whether you like it or not. You may as well like it and
get with the program."
    
Jan wanted to deny his claim, but her drooling and inflamed pussy
would have made her out to be a liar. No one had ever treated her
like a slut. Only in fantasy did she experience the thrill. The
reality was even better, and her passive acceptance made his
leering smile grow. 
    
Lester said, "Enjoying this aren't you? What's the matter, ain't
needle dick giving you any? I'll bet you've been a good wife,
haven't you?"
    
Jan relaxed against the tree and widened her knees to the limit the
panties allowed. She found her voice and said, "I don't know about
good, but I've never cheated."
    
"Well, don't you worry. We're going to take real good care of you
this week. I'd take care of your itch right now, but I'm saving
this first load for your sexy daughter."
    
"I wish you wouldn't. I can take care of all three of you. I want
to; she doesn't. I'll be good; she'll just be scared. Please, let's
make this a private party."
    
"Sorry, but she's the reason we're having this party. Resign
yourself to that, Jan. The little one, too. What's her name,
anyway?"
    
"Oh, no, not Julie, too."
    
"Julie...yeah, Julie too. Don't worry. You'll be busy teaching
those boys how to fuck."
    
"You can't be serious."
    
"Dead serious. I told you, you're going to be a raging slut or
you're all dead. When we leave here, I don't want you to even think
about reporting this. If you do this right, act the part right, we
won't have a thing to worry about--will we?"
    
Jan had to think about this, but she soon realized he had a good
point and a great plan. They would be safe is things went as
planned. There'd be no chance of her or Wally going to anyone. A
smile slowly formed on her face as she saw how good the plan was
and realized that their lives had never been in any real jeopardy. 
    
Jan knew her initial impression of them was correct. The men
weren't killers, but they were serious about their goal. They
reminded her of satyrs, horny but playful. They were nasty little
boys in grown men's bodies. She said, "You've got this all figured
out, don't you?"
    
"Fraid so. Now, can I count on your full and complete support?"
    
"I suppose I have no choice. I do have one big request."
    
"Shoot."
    
"Don't hurt anyone. I couldn't take that. Don't rape anyone. I
couldn't take that either."
    
"We don't plan to do either, but we're prepared to do both. A lot
depends on you."
    
"Let me handle Marcie. I know how to deal with her. Julie will be
easier than Marcie, especially if Marcie goes first and has a good
time."
    
"All right, but if I see you dragging your feet, I'll take over."
    
"I want you to take charge and be forceful, just let me work with
Marcie. Order us around. I'll see that she obeys. Don't worry about
Wally. He's no hero."
    
"We figured that much."
    
Lester pulled up her panties then her shorts. Jan stood straight
and then straightened her clothes. Lester said, "Shall we go in and
get this party started."
    
"We may as well."
    
They walked casually, but as soon as the door opened, Lester gave
Jan a hard shove through. She went with the shove with exaggerated
motion, almost falling. She tried to look cowed and defeated,
resolved to her fate. Lester ordered the furnishings rearranged to
suit him.
    
They moved the one large bed to the center of the big room, then
had the sofa placed at the foot with a four-foot separation. They
placed chairs on both ends of the sofa, then ordered the family to
take seats on the sofa. They all took seats except Marcie who stood
off to the side, trembling on the verge of tears. The ominous
arrangement was not lost on her.
    
They placed Julie at the far left next to Wally who had to be
lifted and sat in place. Steve sat next to his father. Then Jan
took a seat with Greg on the far right as one faced the sofa.
Marcie stood at Greg's end. All had somber looks of trepidation as
Lester said, "Marcie, stand front and center."
    
The frightened teen, now with her hair undone and fluffed full,
stood before Steve looking anxiously to her mother. Lester said,
"Strip! Do it nice and slow, slow and sexy like. This ain't a ball
game, this is a sex party. Act sexy. Mom, help her out."
    
When Jan started to get up, Lester said, "No, help from there. Talk
her through it. You've been around. You look like you know how to
get a rise out of a man's cock. Show Marcie how to get every cock
in this room standing tall and saluting her beauty."
    
Marcie was now sobbing hard and appeared to be on the verge of
wetting herself. Jan said, "Marcie, stop that crying. Stand up
straight. Put your shoulders back, head up, and listen closely."
    
Marcie's sobs gradually faded as she followed the instructions.
When the sobs ceased, Jan calmly said, "Marcie, these men are
determined to go through with this. Get that through your head. You
will not leave here a virgin, and you'll get no privacy. They want
a party. They're here to have fun, sex fun, dirty sex fun. It'll
only get ugly if we give them a hard time. I will not allow you to
jeopardize this family, do you understand that?"
    
Marcie nodded with a worried look. Jan continued, "Marcie, very
shortly you're going to become a full-fledged woman. If you'll
relax and go with it, you'll probably enjoy the experience. There's
a lot to be said for making your first time one with an experienced
man. My first was with a kid that knew less than I did, and it was
anything but enjoyable."
    
Marcie's expression told everyone that she found this news
shocking. Jan said, "That's right, I was not a virgin on my wedding
night, not by a long shot. Few are, and your dreams of being one
are just plain foolish. I'm sorry this had to happen this way, but
in a way I'm not. That's right, if all goes well and no one gets
hurt, if all that happens is a week-long sex orgy, I think that can
be very beneficial. At least you won't need that embarrassing birds
and bees talk that's three years overdue."
    
Lester piped in, "Can we get on with this? You can talk after."
    
"Yes, of course. Marcie assume the routine stance; feet apart, head
up, shoulders back, hands on hips. Good, now start putting a sway
in your hips. Remember, move your pelvic region in a figure eight
like I taught you. That's it, only this time, it's not your pelvis
so much as your vagina. It always was, but I could never put it to
you that way."
    
Lester said, "And don't put it like that. Save your clinical lingo
for the gynecologist's office. Tell her to move her cunt, pussy,
twat. There ain't no vagina's in here."
    
Marcie blushed furiously as Jan said, "Very well. Marcie, move you
pussy in a figure eight. Keep your knees out and tilt your pelvis
up more. You're trying to bring attention to your pussy. That was
always the purpose, only now, we won't pretend otherwise."
    
Marcie began sobbing again and her movements became weak. Jan put
sternness in her voice, saying, "Do not display that attitude,
Marcie. This is no different from a cheerleading routine.
Cheerleaders are there to excite the audience and pander to their
sexual urges. Football is a combat, contact sport that also panders
to the base desires in men especially. As a cheerleader, you were
icing on the cake. Every move, every routine, every pose has a
sexual connotation, and on your squad they aren't even subtle.
These men are here because you invited them here with your
seductive routine."
    
Marcie defiantly said, "That wasn't my idea. I hate those
routines."
    
"I know, but the crowd loves them. A good cheerleader knows how to
work-up a crowd without getting arrested. I'm a good cheerleader,
and I taught you all I know. Now, I'm just being honest and telling
you what it's really all about."
    
Lester interrupted to say, "This is getting interesting. Tell us
what it's all about, Jan."
    
"It's all about sex and seduction. Cheerleaders are professional
seductresses. That's how we see ourselves. Getting raped is a
cheerleaders occupational hazard. I was lucky, but most of my squad
when I was with the Raiderettes had been raped many times and gang
rapes were fairly common. A pro cheerleader does not report rapes
that she's not injured in. If anything, they brag about them.
Maybe, one day, you'll brag about this."
    
Red said, "You was a Raiderette? The Oakland Raiders?"
    
"The L.A. Raiders. When they were in Oakland, they didn't have
cheerleaders."
    
"Wow, no shit, a pro cheerleader!"
    
Stomper said, "Man, we really hit pay dirt, didn't we."
    
Lester said, "Can I call 'em or what? Okay, ya'll shut up and let
Mommy talk. Go on, Jan. This is getting very interesting. Teach her
the real ropes."
    
"I'm trying." 
    
Jan ignored the hard, puzzled look her spouse gave her. Her pro
cheerleading career was news to him, and he married her right out
of high school. Marcie was likewise puzzled, but didn't let on. Jan
addressed Marcie, saying, "I'll explain it the way Georgette
Williams explained it to me on my first day at Raiderette camp.
Pretend you have a marking pen sticking out of your cunt and you
are trying to draw a large horizontal figure eight on a poster
board."
    
Marcie blushed deep red. Jan said, "Do it like that and put feeling
into it!"
    
Every Mathews eye had turned on Jan as Marcie, still trying to
figure her mother, began to do the obscene movement. The move would
have been more effective had she been naked with a marker pen in
her twat, but not much more. The men had good imaginations and
Marcie's moving crotch had their eyes doing figure eights as they
stared holes in her shorts and licked their lips--or as Marcie saw
them, muzzles.
    
The eyes on Jan gradually went to Marcie. By the time she had
everyone's attention once again, she'd adjusted the movement and
was doing it well. Her blush had softened and she awaited further
instruction. Jan said, "Now, place your hands behind your neck,
elbows back, and try to get the eyes off your crotch and on your
tits. No, keep the figure eight movements. As Georgette would say,
"Place your boobs in competition with your pussy."
    
Stomper declared, "Man, that Georgette chick really knew her shit."
    
Jan said, "She did, and back in the early days, the Dallas Cowboys
Cheerleaders couldn't touch us."
    
Red said, "Yeah, seems I remember them Raiders cheerleaders kickin'
ass back then. Man, they was hot. I can't get over this, a real NFL
cheerleader, a Raiderette. Fuck! This is the ultimate."
    
Lester said, "Is it true what you said about pro cheerleaders
bragging about getting raped and gang raped?"
    
"Absolutely. It's not just pro cheerleaders. I think that's true of
all squads. For me, it was that way all the way back to Junior
High. I remember after my first rape, I couldn't wait to get back
to tell the other girls. Getting gang raped was like passing
muster. That didn't happen to me until I was Marcie's age."
    
Red said, "Did you brag about that, too?"
    
"For weeks on end. Five of our top football players kept me out
till three in the morning taking turns. It took weeks just to cover
everything that happened to me. I was the envy of our JV squad."
    
Marcie listened knowing full well it was all lies and was annoyed
that the men bought her mother's outlandish story, hook, line, and
sinker. Despite her provocative dance, her mother had all the
attention. Marcie fought the urge to shout out, "That's not true!"
but soon realized what her mother was doing. She was trying to
divert attention to herself, and her ploy was working. She had the
men in the palm of her hands. They only gave her occasional
glances.
    
Marcie found her frustration level growing as her brothers and her
father began to hang on every word as though they too were
believing what her mother said. When Jan started sharing
cheerleader secrets for inspiring rapes, Marcie wanted to scream.
    
Jan said, "The best way to get guys to make a move on you is with
the jump and spread routine. You've seen Marcie do it countless
times. What you do is single out one guy or a group sitting
together and you aim your beaver shots at them. That's why you guys
are here, I'm sure. Whether she meant to or not, Marcie sent out
invitations."
    
Lester said, "Man, you got that straight. She sent out engraved
invitations right to the three of us, every damn week."
    
Jan smiled and said, "Yes, I saw what she was doing, but what could
I say. As a mother I wasn't happy, but as a former cheerleader, I
know the pressure she must be under. The technique still works. I
know that much."
    
Lester said, "So, what are you saying, that you don't hold us
responsible?"
    
"Absolutely not. No, she invited you. She teased you beyond your
endurance. I don't think it was deliberate, but that doesn't
matter. I come from the school that says cheerleaders can't cry
rape. A cheerleader that cries rape may as well hang up her pom
poms. Only those that get hurt get any sympathy."
    
Marcie couldn't take anymore and said, "Am I supposed to be taking
off my clothes or what. I was ordered to strip. So far, all I've
done is dance in place, and no one is even looking."
    
Jan knew her ploy was working. She addressed herself to her
daughter trying hard not to show a smug grin. She said, "I'm sorry,
Marcie. We got side-tracked. Okay, sweetheart, start undoing the
buttons of your blouse. Go slow, and give peeks of breast flesh as
you do. Pause to feel yourself as though you just discovered you
had tits. As Georgette used to say, 'When you touch yourself, look
as though you're coping a feel, as though you can't wait to get at
the goodies that lie under your clothes."
    
Marcie untied the tails of her blouse and slyly trailed her
fingertips on the underside of her bra cups, saying, "Like this?"
    
"You're not on a football field, Marcie. You're performing for fans
at a private gathering. You needn't be so subtle. Your actions
should convey a need to get fucked. When you touch yourself, go for
naked skin."
    
Marcie blushed but sent both hands under the bra and cupped her
large breasts, saying, "You mean, like this?"
    
"Yes, that's it. Now, undo a button. Show some of that tittie flesh
you're touching, and try to get a nipple to peek out."
    
Marcie followed the advice and her upper swells gleamed with
growing moisture as her fingers molded and squeezed. A pink-nosed
puppy was forced over the distorted rim of her bra, bringing hoots
and cat-calls from the excited men. They clapped and shouted,
"MORE!"
    
Marcie undid the last button and let the flaps fall open, exposing
her lace bra. Jan sat back with folded arms doing little to conceal
her smug grin. Marcie was hot, on fire, showing her proud tits for
the first time and enjoying the reviews. She kept pushing her tits
out of the bra and looked eager to divest herself of the
encumbrance. When it became pointless for her to wear it any
longer, Jan told her to strip the blouse and bra off.
    
Marcie wasted no time and soon danced her naked titties, cupping
the underside and rolling the turgid nipples. The men, even the
Mathews men, were in awe. Jan was in awe. She'd never seen more
perfect breasts: firm, full, udders; tightly-puckered, long
nipples; snow-white, flawless flesh that arched up; double handfuls
of tittie, bouncing and swaying, almost vibrating with her
exaggerated movements.
    
The men were speechless, mesmerized by the provocative sight. Jan
took this opportunity to glance over at Julie who sat forward,
studying her sister's magnificent tits. Her own, just budding, held
promise, and Julie looked hopeful that she'd develop like her
mother and sister. Though she had little to show, she looked eager
to show them.
    
She'd been admonished about going about without a bra, but she was
not wearing one. She'd also managed to undo the top three buttons
of her blouse. She sat forward to give her father a peek inside.
Jan also got a peek and she watched her husband peeking at the
berry-like right nipple he could plainly see on a plum-size mound
of hard flesh. She was eager to get the party going.
    
Jan took inventory of crotches. The ones on either side of her were
straining under hands crossed defensively on laps. Wally couldn't
hide his as his arms were tied behind his back. She saw a wet spot
at the plainly outlined crown of his penis and Julie's eyes kept
darting to it. Wally looked embarrassed, especially when Marcie's
eyes fell on his crotch, but all he could do was redden.
    
Greg was pressing his thigh against her bare leg unnecessarily. The
body heat being transferred obviously added to his excitement, hers
as well. She pressed back and got a look which she returned with a
smile. On the far end near Julie, Stomper sat in a chair and was in
the process of extracting his naked cock. Julie had the best view,
but the sofa's arm blocked Jan's. All she saw was the head when he
finally got it out. He looked big, probably eight to ten inches.
    
She looked left and saw Lester and Red follow suit. Red stood and
took of his pants. He wore no underwear. His nine-inch rod sprang
free and bobbed menacingly before Marcie's wide eyes. Lester
extracted the biggest cock because it was thicker than the rest. He
had nine inches, but the shaft was as thick as an infant's arm with
a head the size of a baby's fist. 
    
Jan stared and was caught staring by Greg. He smiled. She rested
her hand on the bare skin of his thigh at the leg hole of his brief
shorts. He sat stiffly under this unmotherly touch. Lester caught
the move and made eye contact with Jan, giving her a nod. Jan
squeezed the firm thigh and her hand slid up an inch placing her
pinky under the material very close to a testicle, so close, she
felt the heat. Seconds later, she discovered that her oldest boy
wore no underwear.
    
Steve watched what was going on beside him and bravely rested his
small hand on the bare upper thigh of his mother. This drew her
attention his way. She smiled and got a squeeze. His leg then
pressed against hers and she pressed back, making her knees fall
apart suggestively. She placed her hand on his upper thigh and had
both boys in the palms of her hands.
    
Marcie watched all this in amazement. Her mother seemed to have no
shame or inhibition. Marcie watched her mother's left hand reach
inside her twin brother's leg hole and draw out his six-inch
erection. She stroked Greg's hardon as calmly as she'd fondle a
cucumber at the market. Meanwhile, Greg slipped his fingers inside
Jan's shorts and was stroking pussy over panties. Not to be left
out, Steve's fingers attacked from the other side. Soon, little
fingers vied for space in her mother's crotch. Marcie saw those
little fingers delve under the panty leg bands as her mother's
right hand went under the waistband of Steve's shorts to get a grip
on his five-inch erection.
    
Lester shouted across to Julie, who was watching everything, "Hey
kid. Help your old man out. Get his cock out and stroke it for him.
The poor guy's about to bust a nut in his skivvies."
    
Julie looked eager but unsure as she fumbled with the belt buckle
and fly. When she had his jeans laid open, Jan said, "Wally, raise
up so she can get them off. They'll just be in the way. You may as
well get rid of them and the underwear. Go on, lift up."
    
Wally looked to Lester, got a commanding look, then lifted free of
the cushion. Julie worked the pants down to his feet, then went for
the tented BVDs. With a look of ruptured trepidation, she stretched
the waist band over the straining cock, keeping her eyes on it as
she fought to get the shorts down. She then eased off the couch to
affect the total removal, including his shoes and socks.
    
When she resumed her place, Jan told her to take her father's cock
and stroke it gently as she was doing for Greg. Julie looked at the
hand stroking her brother's cock, then curled her fingers around
the base of her father's and began pumping in a milking fashion.
Awed by the cock she held, Julie's eyes never left it as her hand
pumped harder and faster, prompting Jan to say, "Easy. Go easy. I
can see he's ready to pop. Make it last. We have all week."
    
Marcie once again found herself getting scant attention and said,
"Mom, shouldn't I get my shorts off, now?"
    
"Oh, yes, sorry. Yes, by all means, but remember, do it slow and
sexy. Tease the audience. Don't rush this part. The unveiling of
the pussy is the main feature of your act. You should appear eager
to get at it, but not in a hurry to show it."
    
Marcie was eager to get at it and had her shorts unsnapped and
unzipped in seconds. Still doing figure eights, she slid her
fingers under the waist band of her panties and got at her pussy,
prompting Jan to say, "That's it, don't be shy now. Get down in
there and have at it. As Georgette used to say, 'Pretend there's a
fire in your crotch and you're trying to put it out by hand. It's
hot, so hot you can't hold your hand still.' Keep attacking. Yes,
like that. Excellent!"
    
In her frenzied attack, Marcie's shorts had worked their way down
her thighs to a point where they couldn't go further due to the
spread of her legs. In frustration, she stood straight, placed her
legs together and let the shorts fall to her feet. She kicked free,
then resumed her stance wearing only the panties and ankle-strap
sandals.
    
Jan said, "Good, they were just in the way and not important. The
panties are. Get the panties back up and cover the mound. No hair
should show, yet. That's it, snug them up tight so the mold to your
cunt. We've all seen it like this, but refresh our memories.
Excellent, now, turn around. Show your naked ass, first. That's it,
bend slightly and thrust your ass out. Keep moving. Now the marker
pen is in your asshole. Yes, that's it."
    
Jan paused to allow everyone to absorb the provocative sight before
saying, "Now, Marcie, reach back with both hands and pinch the
panty waist band at each hip. Slowly unveil your ass to the very
bottom."
    
The panties dropped like a slow-moving curtain to reveal white
moons as soft and pure as the breast flesh, showing the outline of
her bikini. The skin surrounding had the golden hue of a fading
summer tan, outlining a triangular patch of white split by a tight
crack. 
    
As the curtain neared the base, Jan said, "Keep going until we get
a peek at your pussy lips from behind. Bend lower as you go."
    
All sat forward except Wally. He couldn't. They watched the crack
curve under and then saw the moist labia peek from between her
moons. The slit looked dark and slightly parted, Even her clit
showed at the top of her slit. The girl was frothing at the cunt,
and her audience was frothing at the mouth. Jan never saw a pussy
look so erotic or so in need.
    
She stopped Marcie when all of her daughter's pussy could be seen
from the rear and Marcie's hair began to puddle between her feet.
Jan said, "Good, now stand straight and turn to face us. Leave the
panties where they are."
    
Marcie returned to her previous stance. The panties were hanging
lower, cutting across her pubic mound of sparse reddish brown
curls. She stood waiting for instruction. Jan said, "Now, give us
a peek at your pussy from the front, but just a peek. Hook the
waist band just below your clit, then let them rest there while you
try to get our eyes focused on you tits."
    
Marcie showed her clit and the strained panties pushed the little
nub of flesh into prominence. She did her best to attract attention
to her tits, but few eyes followed.
    
Wally suddenly stiffened and groaned. A surprise jet of sperm burst
out of his cock and hit Julie square in the face, draping her nose.
Julie wasn't expecting that, nor the second harder jet that hit her
right in her open mouth. Most missed the first, but they all caught
the second. Julie was ready for the rest and angled the spurting
cock straight up, getting clear of the creamy fountain. Sperm shot
up in ropy strands that arched high before falling back to Wally's
lap.
    
Sperm soaked her hand and she sat with a mouthful looking at her
mother for advice. Jan said, "You may as well swallow. It won't
hurt you." Julie swallowed. Jan said, "I told you to slow down. See
what happens when you don't listen. Now, take your hand away and
let him rest up. You just wasted that load, but like I said, we
have all weekend."
    
Jan then addressed her girls saying, "There's something you girls
need to know if you're going to be good cheerleaders: good
cheerleaders don't waste sperm. We pride ourselves on not wasting
sperm. Sperm belongs in a cheerleader, not on a cheerleader. That's
an unwritten cheerleader code. Sperm on the outside is wasted. It's
a sign that you did sloppy work or miscalculated." Addressing
Julie, she said, "When you saw him ejaculating, you should have
taken his cock in your mouth and sucked."
    
Julie defensively said, "But, I didn't know."
    
"Well, you know now. I won't tolerate sloppy work from my girls.
Marcie, do you understand?"
    
"Yes."
    
"Julie?"
    
"Yes. It won't happen again. I promise."
    
The men exchanged grins. Wally just looked stunned as Julie began
licking up the mess he'd made. Jan turned to Lester and said, "He
doesn't need to be tied. He won't interfere with me when I'm
training my girls, and as far as I'm concerned, Marcie invited you
men here."
    
Lester looked to his partners and got shrugs or nods, then said,
"Stomper, let him go. She's right. We were invited. You invited us
here, didn't you, Marcie?"
    
Marcie looked to her mother, then said, "Yeah, I guess so. Whatever
Mom says. If there's one thing I've learned, Mom knows cheerleading
inside and out. She was a pro, after all."
    
Jan tried hard to detect a note of sarcasm in that statement, but
she found none. Marcie appeared sincere. Their eyes met on the sly
and Jan gave her daughter an approving smile, unnoticed by the
others.
    
Stomper leaned across Julie to untie and ungag Wally. His cock
bobbed in her face and she boldly played with it, prompting Stomper
to laugh and say, "This fucking kid has me by the dick. She's a
natural born cheerleader all right. Keep that up, sugar. I'll let
you know when I'm about to blast off. We wouldn't want you to miss
a drop."
    
Stomper took his seat on the armrest of the sofa after freeing
Wally. Julie kept up the stroking of his much bigger dick, turning
to look at her mother, saying, "Like this, Mom?"
    
"Yes, except slower. Go all the way to the tip and back down, but
do it slow and easy. If he starts to blow, you get your mouth over
the end and suck."
    
"You mean like this?" With that, Julie pulled the arching rod down
and slipped her mouth over the end, hollowing her cheeks as she
gave her mother a side glance.
    
Jan smiled and said, "Yes, just like that, only keep up the pumping
action. Milk his dick into your mouth. You suck and swallow all
through his climax. A good cheerleader adores sucking on a shooting
cock, and loves eating sperm right from a cock. As Georgette used
to say, 'A Raiderette will stand in a long line to suck a dick.' We
often did when the owner came into the locker room."
    
Red said, "Lucky fucker. Can you imagine that, Lester? All the
Raiderettes lined up to suck your dick. Man, what a lucky bastard."
    
Lester said, "Who was the owner back then, Jan?"
    
"Oh...uh, his name escapes me. It's been years."
    
"Jones?"
    
"It could be. That sounds familiar. Bart Jones, I think was his
name."
    
Lester gave her a knowing look then turned to Red and said, "At
first I wasn't sure, but only a Raiderette from the eighties would
know that Bart Jones owned the Raiders."
    
"I never doubted her. She looks like a Raiderette, and she sure
knows her cheerleading."
    
Lester looked to Jan with another knowing look as he said, "Yep,
she knows cheerleading inside and out." 
    
Marcie watched this exchange closely. She could see that Lester
knew of her mother's deception and wondered why he didn't expose
her. She wondered why her mother made up that lie in the first
place, and why she was acting like a slut was a complete mystery.
She was acting. Marcie had no doubt. The way she languished between
the boys, allowing them free and easy access to her crotch through
the leg holes of her shorts while jacking them off was so totally
unlike her. The boys weren't about to ask questions. They saw a
window of opportunity and took it.
    
Their hands fought over the choicest spots between their mother's
legs, but she appeared to enjoy the fight. Their mother watched
Julie suck on a man's cock without the slightest bit of alarm or
concern, and when Julie didn't seem in any hurry to remove her
mouth from the cock, Jan told her to go ahead and suck him off as
practice.
    
Marcie was confused, but she knew her mother hadn't done a one-
eighty in twenty minutes. She was Mom when she left with Lester and
someone entirely different on her return. Marcie was in no position
to question her mother. All she could do was trust her judgement.
Her father, on the other hand, didn't seem to have a clue and kept
looking at his wife as though she were a total stranger; or worse,
as though the real Jan Mathews was finally coming out. 
    
Jan ignored him for the most part and concentrated on acting the
role of a slut cheerleader--the only kind there was--or that was
the impression she tried to convey. Red and Stomper were completely
fooled and thought their every suspicion about cheerleaders had
been confirmed. In a way, Marcie found this amusing, but she was
not inclined to chuckle.
    
She had not lost sight of the seriousness of their predicament.
They were totally at these men's mercies. She reasoned that if her
mother had any plan at all it was to win their favor to spare
anyone from violence. She was just as certain that saving her
daughters from a virginity ending fuck was not part of the plan.
Marcie kissed her virginity goodbye when she started doing the
vulgar figure eights. It was only a matter of when.
    
She got the impression that her mother wanted her to act the role
of a slut cheerleader, and as difficult as that was for her, she'd
gradually gotten into the role. All the open sexplay going on
before her helped pave the way, but it was showing her ass and
exposing her pussy from the rear that pushed her over the edge.
Marcie also discovered that being almost naked while acting lewd
was easier if those watching were playing with each others genitals
and not focused solely on her. 
    
After Julie started sucking on Stomper's dick, the focus of
attention shifted to her kid sister. Marcie thought this would be
a good time to test her theory. While her sister sucked the man's
dick, Marcie slipped a hand inside her panties and began stroking
her slit, waiting to catch her mother's eye. When the eye was
caught, Marcie said, "Mom, when can I take off my panties?"
    
Jan sat back and refocused her attention on Marcie. The men also
took note after hearing her surprise request. All eyes were now on
Marcie, and she kept up the pussy play, showing no shyness, not
even a blush. To all that looked, Marcie came across as a horny
teenage girl driven to public masturbation from witnessing a blow
job.
    
Jan said, "You mustn't appear to be in a hurry, Marcie. You have
them here, and you'll get what you want. By the time this week is
up, you'll be fucked raw and walking bowlegged. What you need to do
now is make the experience good for them so they'll sing your
praises. You want them as horny as you can get them, and you don't
do that by stripping down and yelling, 'Hop on, boys.'"
    
Satisfied that she had the situation figured right, Marcie pouted,
"But I'm so horny, Mom."
    
"I know, sweetheart, and that's good that you show it, but you want
them as horny as you are--hornier. Start by showing a little more
pussy. Show them what those fingers are doing."
    
Marcie inched down the front of her panties to reveal her slick
finger hooked inside her hole, dragging the slime up to her clit,
then down the slit to her hole again. She did this several times,
then said, "Like this?"
    
"Yes, that's very good. Now, show a little more. Move the panties
to the tops of your thighs. That's it, now give them a better look
at your pussy. Move the hand so they can see the hole they're going
to fuck. Good, now display your clit. Show them how ready you are,
how hot and horny you are. You want a stiff dick in you so badly
you can taste it. Let them see that."
    
Julie was trying to steal the show. She'd gotten on her knees,
kneeling over the cock, sucking and jacking to beat the band.
Stomper tried to hold back, but with Marcie's words and
performance, he was a goner and cried out, "Here she blows!"
    
Jan said, "Suck, Julie, suck! Suck hard, baby." Her ass was to
everyone except Stomper. On impulse, Jan said, "Wally, pull her
shorts down and rip that blouse off her. A cheerleader should
always suck cock in the raw."
    
Wally only gave his wife one astonished look before launching
himself into action. Julie's shorts and panties came down in one
tug to her knees and he render the blouse in two by ripping up the
back. The two halves slid to her elbows leaving her effectively
naked. While sucking, Julie moved her knees apart to better show
her lightly-downed and sopping wet pussy. Her father cupped her sex
as Stomper reached from the top and insinuated a finger into her
ass. 
    
Stomper cried out, "Fuck! It feels like a Hoover has me by the
dick. Oh, yeah, baby! Suck that cum, bitch! Eat it! Fuck!..."
    
Sperm poured down the kid's throat as she sucked and swallowed as
fast as she could. Julie ate it all without spilling a drop, then
licked the dick while milking the last drops. When she finished,
she fell back against her father's chest in a sprawl, turned her
head to her mother and breathlessly said, "Did I do good, Mom?"
    
Jan reached across and tweaked a nipple, saying, "You did very
good, Julie. Was it good?"
    
"Ummm, yes! I love sperm."
    
"Good, all cheerleaders love sperm."
    
Stomper stood and examined his deflating member, saying, "Man, what
a cock-sucker! I ain't never had my dick sucked like that."
    
Marcie cried, "Mom, I wanna get fucked. This isn't fair. I got them
here, and Julie is going to suck them all dry before I get any."
    
Lester and Red sat with their mouths agape as Jan said, "You'll get
fucked, don't worry about that. Julie is done for a while. We have
six cocks and three cunts at this party. You'll get your share, but
you're going to share. Now, get those panties off, you horny little
slut."
    
Marcie whipped the panties off then assumed a wide-legged stance to
properly fuck herself with both hands. Jan said, "Now, dance your
way over to Lester and get close to do your figure eight dance with
your hands behind your neck. Place everything at his disposal. Let
him sample the wares."
    
Marcie sauntered over and straddled Lester's legs, getting her cunt
over his cock as she assumed the provocative pose and dance. Lester
used his dick to follow the figure eight pattern, keeping the head
pressed against her slimy hole. Marcie made three eights then
started sinking. The cock began sinking as well, sinking inside. 
    
With three inches imbedded, Lester couldn't take the tease any
longer. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down. Marcie squealed,
more from surprise than pain. She had a grimace on her face as she
sat firmly on Lester's groin with nine-inches of fat cock up her
ex-virgin twat. 
    
Lester's head had lolled back over the head-rest, then lolled right
to look at Jan with a Cheshire-cat smile. He said, "This is fine
pussy, Jan."
    
"I'm glad you like it. You're her first." To Marcie, Jan said, "He
is your first, isn't he?" Marcie could only nod. Jan smiled and
said, "Take a little time to adjust, then start moving up and down
slowly. You fuck him. He shouldn't have to do a thing."
    
Seconds later, Marcie began moving. At first, she just ground her
cunt in place, but she soon began lifting up by inches, then by six
inches, then all the way to the tip and back down. Turning to her
mother, she said, "Am I fucking him right?"
    
"Yes, like that, only start building up more speed and put figure
eights in your movements. The figure eight is the cheerleader's
movement. When guys see us do figure eights, they know what we're
suggesting."
    
Lester said, "Eight is now my favorite number. Red, you're going to
shit when you feel this kid's snatch on your dick. It's like a
snot-covered velvet glove gripping your dick. I ain't never felt
pussy this good. I done died and went to heaven."
    
Oddly, Marcie found herself taking pride in his gross compliment.
She also found herself enjoying the novel sensation of having a
live organ filling her most intimate body part while spectators
looked on. A candle, she realized, didn't hold a candle to the real
thing. She was now thankful that she'd gone too far with the candle
as there was no hymen to tear and spoil the experience. There was
no blood, and no one seemed to notice or care that she wasn't
actually a virgin.
    
Her audience had gathered all around her and were copping feels.
She had a brother on each breast, a sister exploring her stuffed
twat with inquisitive fingers, a mother stroking her thighs, and a
father trying to get a finger up her ass. Red squeezed in and poked
a stiff dick at her lips. When the opportunity presented itself,
she licked or sucked. 
    
More and more, she liked being the center of attention at an orgy.
Furthermore, she came to like her mother's plan whatever it was.
She discovered that she enjoyed being vulgar, using the filthiest
language, and best of all, doing these things before an audience.
    
Marcie still couldn't get over the fact that the more vulgar she
behaved, the more approval she saw in her mother's eyes. The lust
she saw in her father's eyes was icing on the cake. Being treated
like meat by her siblings was a novel sensation she never dreamed
she'd experience or tolerate much less crave. 
    
Her siblings treated her like an object they could have their way
with, and they had no inhibitions about using her. Their mouths and
fingers titillated private parts of her body adding to the thrill
of her first sexual experience with a partner. Most of all, she
liked the way her mother touched her.
    
Marcie's first fuck ended in a surprisingly quick blast of cum deep
in her pussy. She milked that orgasm, then looked for Red. He found
her and lifted her free of the spent tool. She came off with a wet-
sucking pop, drooling sperm on Lester's lap that Julie dove on and
began lapping. 
    
Hands assisted in carrying her to her next customer. As Red sat,
Marcie straddled his lap and immediately went to work on another
stiff dick. He didn't last much longer, but at least he triggered
her orgasm. 
    
When Red dis cocked her, Stomper was ready. He had her stand,
facing away. He stuffed her cunt from behind and fucked her hard as
her upper body fell forward and her head lolled between her knees.
He buffeted her cunt and poured another load into her well-used
honey-pot. When he un-cunted, Wally cunted.
    
After her father screwed her, she was exhausted. They laid her
face-up on the bed and invited the boys to sample their sister. She
laid still like a rag doll as her brothers mounted her and added
their seed to the others. After Steve finished, Jan sat by Marcie's
shoulder, stroking her daughter's face. Their eyes met. Marcie
smiled weakly. Jan returned a bigger smile, saying, "You're going
to make a fine cheerleader, Marcie."
    
Marcie said, "I should. I'm lucky. I'm being privately coached by
a pro."
    
Again, Jan looked for the sarcasm and again found none. She smiled
and said, "I'm so proud of you, Marcie, so very proud."
    
"I know. I'm proud of you too, Mom."
    
Their eyes told all. Nothing more needed to be said. Jan saw no
questions in Marcie's eyes, and no need for explanations. All of
Jan's fears evaporated in Marcie's loving and accepting gaze. On
impulse, Jan moved her lips to Marcie's to implant a loving,
motherly kiss which brought cat-calls of, "All right, a lezzie
show! Get it on, girls. Let's see some cunt sucking!"
    
Jan expected this response, but it took Marcie by complete
surprise. After delivering the full-lipped kiss, Jan eased up a few
inches to make eye contact. Their eyes spoke. Jan's said, "I'm game
if you are." Marcie's said, "I guess so."
    
Marcie said, "Mom, I'm messy down there. Let me wash up first."
    
Jan sat up and said, "I'm a pro, remember. Your messy pussy will be
a treat. Just relax. Let's give them a good show. I'm sure these
guys would like to know what goes on in a cheerleader's locker
room."
    
Stomper excitedly said, "You guys eat each other, don't you?"
    
Jan stood and said, "I have never known a cheerleader that wasn't
nuts about pussy. Cheerleaders are notorious bisexuals, and
cheerleader coaches are notorious dykes. Marcie's coach is a dyke,
as was Georgette and every other coach I ever had. Licking the
coach's pussy was an honor we fought over."
    
Lester said, "Hey, Marcie, did you ever eat that coach of yours? Is
she really a dyke?"
    
Marcie struggled up to her elbows, keeping her legs wide apart to
respond, "Yes, she's a dyke, and I'm her favorite. She loves having
me eat her on my knees before all the other girls."
    
"Does she have a nice pussy?"
    
"Yes. I love it. I'd eat her cunt for hours if she'd let me, but
mostly I love showing off in front of the other girls. Like Mom
says, it's an honor to suck the coach's cunt."
    
Red said, "God damnit, Lester, how come you never told us about
that?"
    
"Because Stella swore me to secrecy." Lester turned his attention
to the two women who eyed him curiously, saying, "Stella's my twin
sister. She tells me everything, that's how I knew we'd be welcome.
She'll be here tomorrow, Marcie, so you can demonstrate your cunt-
eating prowess."
    
Marcie and Jan exchanged surprised looks, and concerned looks.
Stella could blow everything. Jan quickly addressed Lester, saying,
"That'll be nice. Stella knows how much I appreciate the way she
took Marcie under her wing. She not only made Marcie a better
cheerleader, she turned her into a devoted cunt lapper. Nobody has
ever eaten me as well as Marcie does."
    
Lester, holding back a smirk, said, "She said you were the most
accommodating mother on the squad. She said you practically handed
your daughter to her on a silver platter, begging her to whip the
kid into shape for you."
    
"She wasn't exaggerating one bit. As I recall, I stripped Marcie
naked and handed her into Stella's arms, and that was at the first
meeting of the squad with their mothers present. I wanted to get
Marcie started off right."
    
"That's what she said. She said no mother had ever done anything
like that before, but it sure got things off on the right foot."
    
"Just glad I could help."
    
Julie sat up and cried out, "Mom, this isn't fair. How come you
never told me? How come I never got a chance. I'll bet you I can do
it as good as Marcie does. Wanna see?"
    
"You're not a cheerleader, yet, Julie. When you get on a squad,
I'll do the same for you. In the mean time, I'll give you the
opportunity to show what you can do. Don't worry about that. For
now, you sit back and watch--watch and learn."
    
With that, Jan addressed the audience and reached for her top
button, saying, "Let's get this show on the road. Since cunt games
should always be done au natural, we'll begin with another strip
show." 
    
Lester interrupted, "We don't need another strip show. Just get
naked. While your at it, why don't you tell us the story about that
first meeting. From what Stella told me, it was one hellofa
meeting. The guys will love it."
    
"Okay, if that's the way you want it." Jan began to disrobe,
saying, "The first meeting took place in the girl's locker room
long after school let out. I believe there were twelve girls there
with their mothers. Men weren't allowed. A few may have been there
with aunts or grand mothers, but most were mothers, and almost all
had been cheerleaders at some point. As I recall, the one that
hadn't been a cheerleader had another daughter that was in Stella's
squad the previous year."
    
Jan removed the shorts, then paused in only her panties to say, "I
suppose that's why Stella was so bold and forthright at that
meeting. We adults knew the score. Only the girls were in the dark.
Since four would be cut from the squad, the girls were all eager
beavers. That's what we call a pre-cut squad--eager beavers.
They're called that because they'll do anything to make the cut."
    
Jan shimmied out of her panties and tossed them aside. She then
posed in all her naked glory with hungry male eyes devouring the
charms she displayed. Her tits were bigger than Marcie's, but not
as firm. Her thighs had a few extra pounds, but were anything but
unsightly. What drew the eyes was her shaved pussy lips. To
highlight her best asset, she sat on the edge of the mattress with
her knees out, and her hands on her knees, a most unladylike pose,
but a most provocative one.
    
Marcie came to sit beside her mother. She wanted to hear the story
her mother was making up, but mostly, she wanted to see what had
everyone so enthralled. She wanted to see the pussy she was
supposed to be so familiar with, the pussy she'd soon be eating,
the pussy she'd always wondered what would be like to eat. She was
not disappointed. She thought her mother had a beautiful pussy, and
she loved the way she boldly showed it.
    
Jan placed an arm around Marcie's shoulder and drew her close,
saying, "And this little mink was the eagerest beaver of all.
Weren't you, sweetheart?"
    
"Yes, especially after you told me what an eager beaver was and
what would be expected of us. I couldn't believe my ears, but Mom
never lied to me before, so I had to believe her."
    
Jan gave Marcie's shoulder a hard squeeze that no one but Marcie
noticed. The squeeze was a signal that effectively said, "Don't say
too much; this is my story." Marcie shut up and placed her hand in
her mother's crotch as though she'd done it hundreds of times
before. She toyed aimlessly with the pussy parts and Jan tried to
pay this exciting contact no heed.
    
Jan said, "I could see Stella was not about to waste any time with
this new squad of fresh girls, and with that unique crowd of
mothers all knowing the score, she flat laid it out and told
everyone how it was going to be. She confessed to being a lesbian,
then went on to say that her girls had better toe the lesbian mark
or they'd never make the cut."
    
Stomper said, "Man, you gotta be shittin' me. Lester, is she
shittin' us?"
    
"She ain't shittin' you man. Shut up and listen. You ain't gonna
believe this shit, but it's all true. I got it straight from Stella
herself. Go on, Jan. Tell 'em what you did."
    
Jan smiled because every guy except Lester was on the edge of his
seat, dying to hear more. Julie was pissed and sat back with folded
arms, fuming. Jan went on, saying, "You could have heard a pin drop
after Stella dropped that bomb. Those girls, even Marcie, were
stunned."
    
Marcie volunteered, "I was. I mean, I never thought she'd come
right out in the open and say that even though we all knew she was
a dyke--I mean, a lesbian." She earned another squeeze.
    
Lester said, "She calls herself a dyke. You're not offending me if
that's what you're worried about. Go on, Jan."
    
"Well, I wanted to make points and get Marcie off to a good start,
so I raised my hand and was recognized. I stood and said, "My
daughter is bisexual, but she's leaning more toward girls. She'll
be no trouble at all."
    
A finger nudge prompted Marcie to speak, she said, "I was so
shocked to hear her say that. I mean, I'd never done anything with
any girl, and here she was telling all my friends that I was queer
for girls. I was so embarrassed, but she is my mom, and I knew she
knew what she was doing. I just smiled."
    
"She smiled, but she was smiling through a deep red face. Stella
smiled and smiled big, then said, 'Is that so? Take off her
clothes. Let's see what she's bringing to the squad. Have her face
the group.'"
    
Red cried out, "Hot damn! Boy, that Stella is something else. I'll
bet you liked ta shit, huh, Marcie?"
    
Marcie said, "No shit, especially when Mom dragged me to my feet
and made me face all those people." A squeeze silenced her.
    
Jan said, "I wasn't prepared to go that far, but what could I do?
It was a challenge. Stella was calling my bluff. I really had no
choice, so I started taking off her clothes. Poor Marcie. I thought
she was going to die. The poor thing was trembling as I took off
her bra. When I dropped her panties, I thought she'd pass out. I
didn't plan on picking her up, but I thought I'd better. I scooped
her into my arms and handed her to Stella."
    
Stomper clapped and shouted, "Far fuckin' out! What'd she do, take
her to a back room and girl fuck her? Stella'd do that shit. She
don't care. What'd she do, Jan?"
    
"You won't believe this, but she girl-fucked my daughter right
there and then."
    
This news was like a splash of cold water to everyone listening,
everyone except Lester. They all became animated, expressing
disbelief. Julie stood and cried, "I can't believe you never told
me. Why didn't you tell me? Nobody tells me anything." She sat with
a huff and folded her arms again. 
    
Wally had a look of pure astonishment. The boys were all grins. The
men were stroking new erections, talking excitedly among
themselves, giving each other high fives. Marcie was finger fucking
two pussies as Jan reclined on straight arms to bask in the effect
of her outrageous story.
    
She could not believe that her own family bought that bull shit
story, but they obviously did, and loved it. Julie was only upset
that she'd been left out. They had no trouble accepting that she'd
behave this way. As a result, Jan began thinking.
    
She thought about the way Marcie had also gotten excited by the
tale. She enjoyed hearing it, though she knew the truth. She
enjoyed toying with her mother's pussy and seemed genuinely
enthralled by it. Her interest was no act. She looked upon the wide
open beaver with a hunger reserved for horny males that had been at
sea for months. She looked eager to get her mouth on it.
    
Jan mulled this over and then a bold idea popped into her head:
"Why ever come clean? Why undo what she'd done after the party
ended. The party need never end. Only Marcie would know the truth,
and she didn't appear to want the party to end either. A
deliciously wicked thrill coursed through Jan as she thought more
along those line. This was followed by a desire to get nastier and
make the party even more interesting than it was.
    
After just a few minutes to ponder, Jan said, "Marcie, why don't
you get on your knees between my legs and we'll show them what
Stella did to you."
    
Everyone became silent and sat forward as Marcie slipped to her
knees then inched between her mother's legs. Jan said, "Stella was
in the position I'm in now with her skirt pulled up. She was not
wearing panties, so Marcie faced a naked cunt, just as she is now.
Stella reached out, took a handful of Marcie's hair, like this, and
brought her face square into her cunt, just like this."
    
This act launched everyone from their seats. They crowded in to see
Marcie's face wedded to the beaver. When Marcie was close enough,
her tongue shot out and went to work immediately. By the time they
had onlookers, the tongue was deep inside, laving the interior
walls of Jan's cunt. Marcie's face was pressed in tightly, and not
from the pull. Jan held her by the hair, but that was just for
show.
    
Jan said, "Of course, she wasn't eating pussy as she is now. That
first time, she was in shock. All she did was get her face fucked,
but she got her face fucked good, by a pro. I stood right beside
them the whole time and never said a word. Marcie's been a good
little pussy pet ever since. Haven't you, sweetie?"
    
Marcie just nodded and kept eating. She was taught never to talk
with her mouth full. Marcie was a good girl, and becoming a damn
good cheerleader. She made her mother proud; she also made her
mother cum. When Stella showed up with Bubba and Sambo, she made
her mother a breeder and a grandmother nine months later. She would
have had a bright cheerleading career had the videos not gotten out
and the baby not been so black. 
    
Oh, well, the story still has a happy ending. They got to keep
Sambo, and he turned out to be great with kids. 
    
The End
                                  
Author's note: I know this is an abrupt ending, but the rest is too
predictable and would be of little interest to a sophisticated porn
audience such as yourself.
