Chapter 8: Coach Slut and Her Naughty Cheerleaders

T. Ropex

I appeared at a cheerleader practice.

Excitement rushed through me. I had seen naughty cheerleaders. They often had lesbian sex with each other or they had sex with a teacher or the football team. They were the biggest sluts at a college. Just huge whores in their skimpy skirts and tight-fitting tops that were...

So much more revealing than what these girls wore.

The red, pleated skirts went down to their knees. Their knees. They had sleeveless tops, but they didn’t hug their curves. They were pretty enough—none were overweight—but none of them were slutty. They didn’t look like they wanted every man to stare at them.

Something was very wrong, but...

One man was watching them.

A janitor in a jumpsuit. I nodded at that. This was the sort of man who should be here. He would be naked beneath his jumpsuit, his big cock hard and ready to give those saucy sirens something to please as they were running through their routines.

They were chanting and clapping, but nothing about cocks or being sluts or being drenched in cum. They were able to flash their naked pussies either. Not even when they were throwing each other up in the air.

I caught glimpses of panties. No, shorts. They had on colorful shorts beneath.

The coach was blowing her whistle when one of the girls noticed they were being watched. She glanced at the others. They were all glancing at the janitor. He had “Hal” on his nametag. He licked his lips. He wanted them.

Good, good.

The coach noticed what had her girls distracted. She was a brown-haired woman who looked fairly fit. A little thick, I supposed, but not ugly like others I had seen. She had small breasts for a woman her age. She was wearing a tracksuit which was definitely not attractive.

She marched over to the janitor. Good, good, she was here to invite him to get his fuck on with the girls. Perfect. I knew that this wouldn’t need any adjusting from the AI. Everything was going just to plan right now.

Cheerleaders were freaks.

“Hey, Hal,” said the coach.

“Coach Rita,” he said, nodding to her. “Girls are getting better. Gonna be ready to cheer on Homecoming tomorrow.”

That was some big football event, right? Sometimes cheerleaders rewarded the team for winning homecoming with a wild orgy.

“That’s right,” said the coach. “So they need to focus and, frankly ... Maybe we should talk in my office about it.”

The office? Did the coach want to test him out first? Make sure he was up to fucking her girls. That his dick measured up. Yes, yes, that had to be it. I followed the pair, eager to see the coach get wild first.

Then she would show her girls how to act.

Madeline Simpson

I led Hal toward the gym, the nondescript man following.

Hal’s presence was a ... problem. Technically, anyone could watch. There was nothing wrong with it, but ... He was a creeper. I would have to handle this delicately. Hal was a great janitor, but they were eighteen-year-old girls.

My daughter especially hated this.

I rehearsed how I would speak to him in my office. I would be political, so hopefully he wouldn’t force me to be blunt. The girls did not like being watched by him. They felt like he was there to peep on them.

To ogle them.

Which he was.

I didn’t particularly want to be alone with the man, but I had a job to do, so...

I lead him into my office. I was about to close the door behind him when I realized that boring man was there. I let him slip in and closed the door. I shook my head, so confused as to why I was still at the door. I moved around my desk and sat at my chair.

“Sit, Hal,” I said.

“What’s up,” he said. “Need somethin’ cleaned?”

“No, no,” I said. Carefully... “My girls are working so hard. They’re practicing their hearts out, and, well, you’re just distracting them. It makes them feel self-conscious when you’re watching them.”

“Ain’t they doin’ this to be watched?” he asked. “I mean, they’re gonna have everyone watchin’ them doin’ their thing come game day.”

“It’s easier when it’s a crowd and not just one person.”

He shrugged. “And? What difference does that make? I’m just admirin’ them. They’re very...” A lecherous grin flickered across his grizzled face. “Talented.”

My skin crawled at his word. I felt the lust from him. He was not going to take a hit.

“Stop perving on my girls, or I’ll talk to the administration!”

He recoiled, offended. “I ain’t pervin’ on them.”

“You are. You’re drooling over them. They might be eighteen, but they’re not pieces of meat for you to drool over.” My anger swelled in me. “They’re athletes who are working hard on their craft. So stop perving on them, stop watching them, and let them practice in peace, or I will file a complaint with the administration. You don’t want to get a reputation.”

“Fuckin’ women,” he muttered. “Fine. You don’t have to be a bitch ‘bout it.”

“So long as we understand each other,” I said as he rose and marched for the door.

He muttered something, probably sexist and disgusting, before slamming the door. The boring man folded his arms. He did not look happy. Like I cared. He wasn’t important at all. Now, I had to get back out to my girls and make sure Hal stayed away.

Disgusting pig.

T. Ropex

I was so disgusted with this woman.

“Why would she say those things?” I asked. “Cheerleaders are pieces of meat to be ogled by men. Athletes? They’re sluts prancing around and shaking their asses in men’s faces. She should have been begging him to fuck her. How else can they practice being sluts if they don’t have a man to practice with.”

“Adjusting the scenario!” the AI promised.

The coach was no longer in a tracksuit. She wore a skin-tight leotard of red, her nipples poking against the material. Her tits had doubled in size, too. She had plump lips and a killer ass I admired as she rose.

“Wait, wait, you have to fuck my girls!” she cried and darted out of the room.

Madeline Simpson

I couldn’t believe I told him to stop.

“Wait, Hal!” I shouted as I burst out into the hallway I spotted the janitor down the way pulling supplies out of a cleaning closet. “Wait, wait, I was just joking.”

“Jokin’?” he demanded as I rushed up to him.

“Yeah, of course, you have to watch my girls practicing,” I said. “They need guys to perv on them. That’s the point. They’re cheerleaders. They’re not happy if there’s not a guy around for them to shake their asses at.” Trust me, I know. That’s just how teenagers are. Just a bunch of sluts, really. So, please, come back.”

“You made me feel like a piece of shit,” growled the janitor.

“I was just making a joke.” I laughed halfheartedly. “Come on. I’ll do anything to get you to perv on my girls. Especially on my daughter.”

“Whatcha gonna do for me?” he demanded.

“What do you want?”

“That prissy snatch of yours,” I said. “Your husband thinks he’s hot shit for coachin’ the football team and winnin’ all those trophies. I wanna get my dick in your cunt. Fill you up with some cum behind his back.”

“Deal,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. “You’re such a stud, Hal. Mmm, let’s come back to my office, and you can dump your load into my cunt.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Well, you got yourself a deal, slut. Gonna tear that pussy of yours up. Get you good ‘n sloppy.”

“Promises,” I purred and turned around, sauntering toward my office.

I slipped my arms out of my leotard. I pushed it down, my big, fake tits jiggling. My husband bought those for me after his boys won the College Football Playoff National Championship Trophy two years ago. I pushed off my leotard, exposing my great ass. I worked hard to keep it fit.

“Fuck me,” groaned Hal as he hurried after me.

I sauntered into my office, throwing the door wide open. I passed the boring man and bent over my desk. I aimed my cunt at the door and waited, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. I felt so horny. Just so eager for him to burst in and fuck me hard.

I shuddered as the door burst open. “Hooboy, that’s one fine piece of ass you got, slut.”

“I know,” I groaned as he unzipped his jumpsuit.

I shuddered as he dragged down the zipper. I knew he would be hung. I had glimpsed his hardon before while he was ogling my girls in their skimpy skirts and boob tubes. I was so glad I was getting some dick today. My husband had been busy with getting his boys ready to crush our Homecoming game.

Hal’s cock nuzzled into my pussy lips. I shuddered as he thrust into me. I groaned as his cock popped into my cunt. It felt so good to have him doing that. I groaned in delight, savoring that wonderful cock sinking into my twat.

“Hooboy, that’s good pussy,” he groaned.

“It is,” I whimpered, savoring his cock stretching me out. “Oh, oh, I love it. You’re going to love fucking my cunt.”

“I can tell I’m gonna love it!” he growled and planted his hands on either side of me on my desk.

I shuddered as I clamped my cunt down on him. I shuddered, reveling in the feel of his cock sliding out of my twat. I used to be such a big slut as a cheerleader. It was wonderful to be one again. To have a huge rod fucking me.

He pumped away at me. I groaned, my nipples rubbing against the desk. They throbbed with such delight. I shuddered, savoring this wonderful moment. It was so good to have him thrusting away at me. I groaned, his nuts slapping into my shaved twat.

Sparks sizzled through me as he grunted with each thrust. He buried into me with all that he had. It was amazing to have him fucking me like that. He churned me up. I whimpered with his every thrust. He plowed into me so deep.

So hard.

My pussy clenched down on him. I loved every second of that massive rod fucking me. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs as he fucked my hot cunt. I wiggled my hips like I would when I was a cheerleader.

I still had a tight cunt.

A wet pussy.

“Fuck, that’s good snatch!” he growled. “Damn good snatch, slut!”

“Coach Slut!” I moaned. “Oh, oh, oh, fuck me so hard, Hal! Fuck my married cunt. Ram that big dick into my pussy! I want your cum in me!”

“You’re gonna get your cooch full of my seed. Fuck, yes!”

I was so glad to hear that as he fucked me hard and fast. He buried into me with all that he had. I loved it. I savored every second of that mighty cock fucking me with force. He pounded me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him fucking me like that.

I groaned in delight, savoring that wonderful dick fucking me. He slammed to the hilt in me. I moaned as he did that. It was just so wild to have him burying into me. I savored that wondrous cock fucking my snatch over and over again.

I whimpered, loving this delight. It was incredible.

Hal pounded me with such passion. He thrust away at me. He buried that cock into my cunt with all that he had. I shuddered, loving the way he fucked me with passion. I savored every last second of that mighty cock fucking me.

“Treat me like a whore!” I moaned.

“Sure thing, Coach Slut!” he growled as he fucked me hard.

I squeezed my cunt down on his cock. I loved that big dick driving me wild. He plowed into me with all that he had. I loved every second of that dick fucking into my cunt. He plowed into my depths. I loved it.

I was so happy to have all this cock stuffing into me. I rose toward my climax. I would cum on the janitor’s huge dick. I groaned, my pussy squeezing around him. He plowed to the hilt in me with all that he had. It was just amazing.

I whimpered at the heat of his cock fucking my snatch. He pounded me with so much passion. I groaned, hurtling toward my climax. I could not wait to burst on him. I squeezed my cunt down on him.

“I’m going to cum on that big fucker!” I moaned, my butt-cheeks jiggling from his hard thrusts.

“You better, Coach Slut, you got a reputation to maintain, doncha?” he grunted.

“Yes!” I howled, clamping my cunt down hard on him.

His nuts slapped into my clit. It felt so good having him do that. Sparks sizzled from his hairy nuts. He buried into me with such force. He plowed into me with all that he had. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Yes!” I moaned as he slammed his cock into my cheating cunt. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it!”

I came.

My pussy writhed around his dick. Waves of heat rushed through me I shuddered, my cunt spasming about his cock. The heat swept through me. It was just such a great moment. I was so happy for this. So glad to have all that pleasure rushing through me.

“Fuckin’ great pussy!” he roared, my twat writhing around his cock.

He erupted.

His spunk flooded my cunt. He pumped blast after blast of his jizz into me. I groaned, reveling in that delight. It was so glorious to have all that spunk flooding my married pussy. I whimpered, my pussy rippling around my cunt.

“Yes, yes, fill my twat with all your cum!” I squealed. “Oh, that’s so amazing!”

“Hooboy, that’s fuckin’ fine!” he growled, spurting more of his spunk into me.

His jizz basted my womb. I shuddered on the desk, my nipples rubbing against the desk. I reveled in this illicit delight. It was just so good to have all that spunk flooding my twat. He pumped me full of his cum. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “That’s so wonderful!”

“Yes!” he growled and fired the last of his cum into my pussy. “That’s so fucking great snatch you got, Coach slut!”

Rita Simpson

“Where is your mother?” asked Zelda. The blonde had a frown.

“Yeah, she’s been gone a while,” said Caroline. She had mocha-brown skin and black hair.

“You don’t think he’s done something to her?” Lizzie asked. She wore her black hair in a ponytail. “He’s a creeper,” said Esmerelda. “Maybe we should check on her.”

“Yeah,” I said, shuddering. I did not like the idea of that disgusting pig poking around Mom. He was a creeper. Everyone knew it. “Lecherous pig. Let’s go. He’s got to learn he can’t ogle us. And if he tries something, Dad will kick his ass.”

“Yeah, he would,” said Zelda, a smile on her face.

Did she have a crush on my dad? Gross.

I hurried with the girls across the field. We were all worried about Mom. She was a great coach. My skirt swirled around my knees. I was glad we didn’t wear the skimpy uniforms the girls who cheered for the NFL did. Boob tubes and booty shorts or skirts so short, they covered nothing much.

No thanks.

We entered the gym and headed down the hall, passing a floor waxer that was half-pulled out of a closet and ... A leotard. Why would a leotard be lying in the hallway? Who would even be wearing one of those?

I reached Mom’s office only to hear, “That’s so fucking great snatch you got, Coach slut!” That creep was fucking with Mom. My anger boiled. I wrenched open the door and found the janitor naked with Mom bent over it. She was trembling. That asshole was raping her or something. Such fury swept over me.

“You fucking asshole!” I screeched. “How dare you rape my mother! You’re gonna pay for that!”

“He’s not raping me,” moaned Mom. “Oh, he’s fucking me like a slut. Just like you.”

“What?” I shrieked.

T. Ropex

“Adjusting!” the AI said just as I started to scowl.

The brassy-haired cheerleader who burst in was suddenly wearing very short skirt that hardly fell past her butt-cheeks and a boob tube that cupped her much larger tits. They were jiggling as she put her hands on her hips.

“My apologies. I had not adjusted the cheerleaders yet. I had not expected them to burst in on the scenario.”

“It’s fine,” I said as a Black cheerleader followed her in along with a blonde, a Hispanic, and one with dark hair. They were all equally dressed as sluts.

“Mommy,” the brassy-haired girl cooed. I smiled, glad that the coach’s daughter was here. “We need Hal to watch us practice. How can we be big sluts like you if you’re hogging him.”

“Yeah, Coach, you can relive your slutty glory days when we’re not practicing,” the Hispanic girl said.

“Oh, you’re so right,” Coach Slut said as Hal pulled out of her. “You have to show Hal your no routine. They don’t wear anything beneath those skirts, the little whores.”

The cheerleaders all giggled as they headed back out again. The janitor followed them, his cock dripping with the coach’s juices. He followed them naked. The coach did, too. Her big, fake titties jiggled as she strolled after them like the proud slut she was.

I was hot on their trail, so eager to see where this was going. What a wonderful vacation.

Outside, the girls spread out on the grass. Hal watched up close. Coach Slut dropped to her knees and engulfed Hal’s cock. She suckled on him. Good, good. That was what I wanted to see. I was glad to see that hot mouth working up and down his rod as the girls started cheering.

They were doing the clapping. It all sounded very normal, but their tits were bouncing in their thin boob tubes. They all had great tits. Their skirts flared, flashing their asses and shaved pussies. I nodded approvingly.

It was so amazing to watch their natural pompoms bouncing. They were working their stuff the way sluts like them should be. It was all so hot. I was so glad to witness. Their cunts were juicy. Cream ran down their thighs.

“That’s it, girls,” growled Hal as Coach Slut suckled on his cock.

The girls squealed and did high kicks, flashing their tight slits at him.

“Fuck, yes, you girls will get the crowd going. Homecoming tomorrow will be sick.”

I had to see that.

The girls squealed in delight. Some of them flashed their tits. The Black girl had great boobs. So did the blonde. The Hispanic girl had perky tatas with dark nipples that Hal loved so much. He groaned at the display.

“You sluts,” he groaned. “Just spoiling me putting on such a private show. Shit!”

He dumped his load into Coach Slut’s mouth. He grunted as the girls were cheering now. They clapped. The black-haired girl jumped in the air and did the slits, touching her own toes as she flashed her pink gash.

She landed, tits bouncing.

“Go, Mommy!” the brassy-haired cheer-slut moaned. “Swallow all his cum!”

This was going so great now.

Rita Simpson

I cheered on Mommy as she swallowed his load. Zelda grinned at me and scissored the fingers of her right hand with her left. She arched her eyebrow. I nodded at her, my pussy so wet. I ripped off my top, bearing my big boobs.

They were nearly as Mommy’s, but hers were enhanced. Mine were all natural. Just big, firm teenage titties. I loved being eighteen and ripe. I dropped to the ground. Zelda did the same. She scissored her legs with mine and slid close to me.

Our pussies kissed.

“Ooh, look at my daughter and Zelda go,” cooed Mom as she stood and turned to us. She took Hal by the cock and brought the janitor to us. “Just watch them.”

“Watch us!” squealed Zelda. She took off her own boob tube. Her tits bounced free, her nipples pierced by gold rings.

“Hooboy, you are a pair of slutty cheerleaders.”

We beamed up at him as we ground our cunts together. It was so good to hump like this. I loved every second of smearing my hot cunt against Zelda’s. Our clits brushed together. Sparks sizzled through us. Everyone was watching us, even that boring dweeb.

This isn’t something you should be doing, and why is Mom being a whore.

Dumb voice. I ignored it as Mommy hugged the janitor from behind. She jacked off his cock as she watched us tribbing from around him. The janitor groaned, a smile on his grizzled face. He ran his hand through his hair.