Cheerleading Coach by arinnapolina

Three men sat off to the side of the bleachers, looking out of place, but no one was looking. Most 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, directly in front of them. Their eyes never left her body. No one noticed, but Marcie did.The bleachers were always heaviest in front of Marcie, though she anchored one end position. Her section was heavily weighted with boys of all ages. That didn’t bother her too much. Cheerleaders aren’t bashful, and a weighted section away from the fifty-yard line was the sincerest form of flattery. Being placed on the end to spread out the crowd was official recognition. She didn’t mind the attention or being used as a crowd spreader, it was the grown men sitting in groups that bothered her. She’d seen men look at her that way before, and the hungry look frightened her. Three in particular bothered her most. She felt like a lamb in a cage with those three wolves looking in with slobbering mouths, never once looking at the game or much of anything except her crotch.

She tried to concentrate on her routines, tried not to take notice, tried to focus on her family that sat five rows up from those men 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 (uniform under garments, not panties, but they looked exactly like thin nylon off-the-shelf panties) with the thin unpadded crotch stretched tightly over their sex. The bend-over-ankle grabs were almost as bad and may as well be called, the show-your-cunts bend. Their skirt was just too short for that. It didn’t show much ass, but it did show cunt.

Jan fought a losing battle to have the numerous crotch shots dropped or a true under garment adopted. The thin white 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 vulgar routines and the panties that made them vulgar. 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 some 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. The girls had to undergo uniform inspections prior to going out on the field. The dyke made a big deal about making sure the panties were the official issue. To avoid the embarrassment of a locker room pussy pad 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. 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 pouty pussy with definition. You could tell Marcie was a girl even in dry panties regardless of color. In the official uniform with wet under garment, you could tell she had a fantastic cunt between her legs. She had personality: a cheerful, innocent, bubbly little bouncing ball of fun. She came from a well-to-do family – All American. She had fans and her pussy had fans.

During the second half, when the panties would be soaked and the crotch-shot routines were every other routine performed, the bleachers in front of Marcie would fill. Her fans, at times, threatened to tip the bleachers on end. 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, and they’d forget all about Greg during a second-half crotch-shot routine.

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 last shots in. She’ll have Little Beaver sucking those panties up her snatch, chewing them up, and swallowing them into her mother fucking womb. Well, are you guys in? This might be our last Marcie show.”

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 Little Beaver?”

“On all three beavers. 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. I’ll risk twenty with time off for being a good boy, but that’s all. 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 wide-stance-bend-over grasping ankles – the fourth in a row with jumping crotch shot beavers between them – the most blatant pussy exhibition Jan ever witnessed. Greg scored a touchdown but no one knew. He threw the football down once he realized that his sister was showing her pussy again.

* * *

The Fall break was a welcome relief when it came. Marcie hadn’t been looking forward to spending a week at a lakeside 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 gagged, 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?”