“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 discocked 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?”
[I’m sure you recall that Marcie’s coach, Stella, is Lester’s twin sister]
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 is my twin sister. She tells me everything. That’s how I knew we’d be welcome and knew where to find you guys. 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…then again, Stella was behind everything. Lester would clue Stella, and Stella would be whatever she and Marcie said she was. This ruse was really for Red and Stomper, and to a large degree, Greg, Steve, and Wally who weren’t sure what to believe. What they were wanting to believe made their dicks hard. 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.
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