Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Coach Wiseman watched from the sidelines, making sure to casually eye fuck Spencer a few times, his piercing eyes drilling into her young, tight, nubile form as it went through one of the routines which usually had fans almost jerking off in the stands and seats. Cheerleading, in his opinion it was a sad excuse for making sure the onlookers had something to get them hard, if they were hard they might enjoy the game more, was that the theory? Regardless seeing young girls prancing about in next to nothing, flashing their panties in their 'rape me' skirts, cheering and cavorting, bending their bodies, spelling out messages on their ass, it all worked to keep him hard as fuck, that was for sure. And he was never harder than when Spencer was on point, ironic as she was the first cheerleader he'd fucked this season and she was looking to be the last, if he had anything to do with it. He waited until she would have a clear view of him, bouncing off a pyramid, directing chants straight at the imaginary crowd, before he dragged in Jimmy for a little talk. There was no mistake that the boy was being roasted, with a few hand gestures towards the cheer squad to emphasize the point that they were no doubt the topic of discussion. Her comments had incensed him, they had clearly been flaunting the rules and someone had to pay for that. It took only a few moments to explain to Jimmy that she had thrown him under the bus, blaming him for the 'sexual assault' which had taken place in the store room in order to save her reputation and place on the squad. He explained that it was over between them, going as far as to dismiss Jimmy on the spot from the squad, before giving him a chance to hold onto his scholarship and place in the school, by dumping her. He was all too eager to comply, with Coach Wiseman making sure he understood that they would be watched. Any sign of him breaking the rules again, in or out of school, and he was flat out done. The boy seemed to understand. The Coach would explain things to poor vulnerable Spencer, all he had to do was concentrate of his football practice and put cheerleaders out of his mind, like everyone else. Everyone else except Coach Wiseman, of course. Dejected, then elated at having stayed on the team, Jimmy left without even looking back in Spencers direction, as the rest of the team wrapped up their business, leaving the cheerleaders to finish their routine relatively unobserved. A few envious glances were thrown, of course, a few of the team stopping to imprint a few girls onto their memory, for when they were jerking off later. However most, if not all, knew that to tamper with the girls, to flaunt the rules, would end them on the team and possibly the school. Ever since an incident two years ago, with a couple of cheerleader and some boys found fucking like animals after a game, not only was the school head super strict about inter team dating, but so was the board. Dealing with it was at Coach Wisemans discretion, naturally, and so far his methods had kept the school scandal free and the parents happy with a few good wins from a more focused team. He left the routine as it ended, clapping and rewarding the squad in general with praise, reminding them of their next practice session before the game at the weekend. Then he headed to his office, a smirk on his face as he cracked his knuckles and got ready to feed his cunt hungry cock what it was craving, hot blonde flesh all wrapped up in a 'fuck me' costume. When she knocked on his door, finally, he was already sporting a fierce hard on in his jeans, his cock almost painfully erect. Opening the door he checked to see that she was alone, then dragged her inside, shoving her to one side of the door and leaning in to kiss her, devouring her lips, slashing his tongue into her mouth, feasting on her like a wild animal finally given a chance to end its long hunger for nubile flesh. He pulled away with a gasp and a cocky smirk. Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! he grinned, lowering his right hand, snaking it up beneath her obscenely short skirt to tease his fingers at her panties, before grasping them tightly and tearing them off, the material digging into her before the strain of his powerful grasp snapped it entirely. Holding the shredded garment up in front of her he sniffed it, then stuffed it into his pocket, before turning to go and sit in his chair. His office was filled with leather and oak, past trophies lining the walls on shelves and in cabinets, while his oak desk sat before a wide bay window overlooking the football field in the distance. He leaned back in his leather bound recliner, unzipping his jeans and taking his cock out as he looked at her. Show me a single routine. A one girl job. he nodded to a couple of pom poms laying on a chair to the side. Think of it as an audition. Of course when it ends I want you to be sitting on my lap. Understand? he growled, giving his cock a few hard strokes, its massive length already swollen and weeping pre cum from its engorged head as he looked at her. By the way, you won't have to worry about Jimmy anymore. He dumped you on my instructions. He's dead weight where you're going. You're with me now, Spencer. Understand? No room for boys where youre heading. Youre moving up n the world. Now, do as you were instructed. Show me you have what it takes to put the other girls to fucking shame.