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5/10/2007

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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 manoeuvre,
a vulgar manoeuvre 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 hurting" 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?"


"Fucking" "A', I'm serious,
and Mummy'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. Mummy
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
recognised 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, Mummy. 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 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
going to 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 realised 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 realised 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 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 centre 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 centre."



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 gynaecologist'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 is a cheerleaders occupational
hazard. I was lucky, but most of my squad when I was with the
Raiderettes had been many times and gang were
fairly common. A pro cheerleader does not report
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, you'll
shut up and let Mummy 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 and gang ?"


"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
, I couldn't wait to get back to tell the other girls.
Getting gang 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 realised 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 , 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 . A cheerleader that
cries 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 moulded 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, mesmerised
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 hard-on 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 mould 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 favour
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 got 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 got 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 want to 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 favourite 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 realised, 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 centre 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 honour 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 favourite. 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 honour 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. Want to
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
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