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 now. 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, extremely self-conscious, and reserved. 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 to never sustain injuries. Most of the girls on 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. [looking to Marcie] 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.”
This was news to Marcie, and news to the whole family, but the whole family quickly came to realize why she told that lie – although Wally was a bit slow. The men all took new interest in a real pro cheerleader. Red exclaimed, “Wow, no shit, you was 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 the Mommy cheerleader 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. 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 where her mother was headed with this charade, 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 Marcie had everyone’s attention once again, she’d adjusted the movement and was doing it well. Her blush had softened and she awaited further instructions. 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 the kid cheerleader 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 have been 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 firm 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, teen 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.
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