Watching the cheerleaders
written by:
JL

WATCHING THE CHEERLEADERS

It was 5:30. Coach Sam Wilmer took off his shoes and quietly left his office. In his socks he made his way toward the locker room. His heart was pounding.

It had started a few weeks ago. He'd taken a nap in his office next to the high school gym after the last class of the day. When he woke up at 6:00, Sam headed downstairs to the boy's locker room to splash some water on his face. The noise he heard puzzled him. Most of the students had left for the day, and he'd expected to be alone. Maybe someone had stayed late in the weight room?

There had been two voices. One grunting, the other urgently moaning. A girl's voice. Sam stopped on the steps, listening. Then with a deep breath he crept down the rest of the way and peered around the corner.

Amy Brandling, one of the senior cheerleaders, lay at the edge of a bench, her pleated skirt pulled up to her waist, her tanned legs wrapped around Jerry Parker's hips as he energetically fucked her.

Amy was topless. Her breasts bounced back and forth with every thrust. She gazed up at Jerry with lust in her eyes, urging him on. Jerry groaned her name and thrust harder, sweat dripping from his chest. Finally he threw his head back, digging his fingers into Amy's ribs, and came. His body shook. Amy reached down and rubbed her clit once or twice, and then she arched her back and came too, gasping loudly. She kissed his cheek as they calmed down.

Sam had silently gone back up the stairs, shocked and aroused. Jerry was on the baseball team, a quiet kid. He'd never expected anything like this from him. From either of them. Sam thought about reporting them, but that would just embarrass everyone. Both kids were over 18. The school principal wouldn't like it, but Sam didn't think they were really doing anything wrong.

Besides, he thought as he stroked his own cocked inside his locked office, if he turned them in, they might not come back.

The next night he waited. At 5:15 he walked slowly and softly down the steps again, feeling like a teenager himself. This is stupid, he thought, but as he turned to go home he heard voices and laughter behind him at the top of the stairs.

He stepped behind a row of lockers. Probably nothing, he thought, though some of the whispers sounded like a girl. He waited.

"Okay, stud, get'em off," a girl's voice said. "Take'em down. Let's see it!"

"You gotta help," said the guy.

"Oh, I'll help . . . here, does this help?"

Sam risked a peek around the locker. The girl was Suzi Lighten, also a cheerleader, slender and blonde. She'd just pulled her sweater off, revealing a black bra that she was unhooking.

The guy was Mike Helding, a senior on the swim team. He was yanking his jeans down, his eyes on Suzi's breasts as her bra fluttered to the tile. Suzi squeezed her tits, and smiled as Mike's cock popped free of his briefs. "I thought so. Those Speedos you guys wear don't hide anything."

He reached for Suzi's breasts. She straightened up and pushed herself forward as he squeezed her and then bent forward to kiss and lick them. Sam saw a wide, excited smile spread across her face. She stroked Mike's hair, then pulled at his sweatshirt. Mike yanked it off and threw it on the floor, and she began running her hands over his chest. "Nice," she whispered.

They kissed, Mike groping her body eagerly as she massaged his back and neck, and then grabbed Mike's butt. "Mmm, muscles," she said. Mike kissed her neck.

Suzi stepped back and got to her knees, her face right in front of Mike's hard dick. "Here's a muscle . . .."

"Oh, yeah," Mike breathed, looking down at her bare shoulders.

"Let me see what it does." She laughed, then opened her mouth and began sucking his cock.

"Oh, yeah," Mike said again. "Oh, please . . .." Sam watched him run his hands through Suzi's blonde hair, and then begin moving her head back and forth. Slowly at first, then faster. "Please, please . . .."

Eventually Suzi pulled her head away. "I need to breathe, you know," she said. "And I don't want to waste any of this." She rubbed his shaft. Then she jumped up and tugged her skirt down. Mike helped eagerly. Naked, except for her sneakers, Suzi turned around and bent down, holding the bench. She spread her legs. "C'mon, Mikey," she teased. "I'm horny just like you."

Mike had gotten out of his jeans, and with a smile he gripped Suzi's hips and leaned forward, easing his young prick into her pussy. Sam heard Suzi moan.

"This too big for you?" Mike whispered.

"Shut up and fuck me," she answered.

He obliged, ramming his cock in and out of her, his balls swinging with each stroke. Suzi came quickly, jamming her knuckles into her mouth to keep from screaming. Mike just kept on going, and Suzi had another orgasm after a few minutes. Then Mike's breath started getting ragged. "I'm gonna cum," he announced.

"About fucking time," she panted. "I mean, yeah, come for me, stud. Do it. You wanna shoot it up into me, baby? Go ahead, I'm ready--"

"Yeah!" Mike shouted, pulling her back and clutching her hips as he poured his cum into her. "Yeah, yeah, oh yeah."

"Yeah," Suzi said. "That was great. Really. Can I sit down now? My knees are killing me."

They got dressed and left a few minutes later. This time Sam jacked off right there, and then had to find a towel from the shower room to clean up before going back to his office.

They didn't come every night, but at least two or three times a week Sam managed to get a look at some extremely hot sex. From their conversations, he got the idea that sneaking into the locker room after school was some kind of long-standing tradition for the cheerleaders. Sam had only been on the job here for a few months. The previous coach had retired, and from his pictures he wouldn't have had the energy to walk up and down the stairs to the locker room any more than he had to.

All the cheerleaders and the guys with them were seniors, all over 18. They might have been high school students, but they were enthusiastic about sex and seemed to get off on the thrill of doing it in the school.

Sam wondered who he'd see today. He could hear them already, panting and moaning. When he got close to the bottom step he crouched and carefully peered around the corner into the locker room again.

This time it was Jill, a redheaded cheerleader, bouncing up and down on Greg Bickley's cock. Greg was a football player, black, and he lay flat on the bench, watching Jill's big tits bounce up and down as she rode him. Greg was obviously in ecstasy, pulling her up and down by her hips. Jill seemed lost in lust, licking her lips as she drove his cock up into her pussy over and over again.

Sam watched in envy, feeling his own prick rise inside his track pants. Damn, this made him horny. But he couldn't whip it out right here on the stairs. He bit his lip and contented himself with watching, and waiting until they finished so he could get away without being seen.

"Oh, fuck," Greg moaned, rocking his head back and forth. "Ohhh . . . fuckkkk . . .."

"That's what—we're doing—oh yeah—I've been—thinking about this—uhh—all fucking day." She laughed, and leaned forward, her hands on Greg's chest. "Hard cock . . . hard cock . . . inside me deep—don't cum yet, don't cum!"

"Don't worry, baby, I'm good."

"You're fucking great . . . uhh . . . Can you get--on top? Okay?" Her legs were shaking.

"Anything you want." Greg pushed himself up on the bench and caught in his arms, and kissed her. Then eased her backward until she was lying on her back, legs high, her spine pressing against the bench. With a short pause to shift his legs, Greg began driving down inside her, slow and hard and then faster as Jill's toes curled in pleasure.

Then Sam felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Shit!" He turned, a chill running through his veins, and found himself face to face with Nina Wheeler. Nina, another blonde cheerleader, was captain of the team. She had bright blue eyes and a mature attitude, a real leader of the squad. What was she doing here? Was he busted? Or was she—

She tugged at his arm. "C'mon," she whispered, heading up the stairs.

She ran across the gym to his office. He couldn't help noticing the way her athletic legs moved, and the way her short pleated skirt bounced up to show off her round, firm ass. Sam followed, uncertain about what to expect.

Inside the office he found Nina sitting on his desk, legs crossed. "So," she said as Sam closed the door. "I guess we're fucked, huh?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Mr. Daniels used to be out of here every day at 3:35," Nina said. "So we had the locker room all to ourselves. We should have figured you'd walk in on us sometime."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Since before I started on the cheerleading squad. Don't worry, it's a rule you have to be 18 before you can do it. Gives us something to look forward to. Anyway . . .." She squirmed her butt on the desk. "The question is, what are we going to do about it?"

What were they going to do . . .. Sam stared at her, wondering if he understood what she meant. "Well—what would you do if you were me? In my place?"

Nina grinned. "First thing I'd do? Lock that door."

So he did. When he turned back, he saw Nina's panties, lying on the floor in front of his desk.

"Then," Nina said, "I'd say something really naughty, like--"

"I am going to make you cum," Sam said with a smile. "Over and over again."

"Yeah." Nina said. "Just like that."

As Sam walked forward, Nina began pulling her sweater up. As he reached the desk she tossed it away, wearing only a pink bra that seemed too flimsy to hold her young breasts. She leaned back, posing for him. "Well?"

"Very nice." He reached around her for the snap. The bra fell away, and he looked down at her breasts, round and firm, with stiff little brown nipples waiting for some attention.

"Uh-huh," Sam said, and he bent down to kiss one nipple. Very lightly. Nina shivered, and he sucked the nipple into his mouth. She moaned. Then he moved to her other breast, enjoying the taste of her skin.

Nina's body quivered, but she didn't move, letting him explore her nude torso with his lips and his hands. He heard her breathing pick up, and her small soft moans as he slid his tongue down her body, across her belly. He moved her legs apart, caressing the strong muscles beneath her skin, and knelt in front of the desk, pushing her skirt up. Her pussy was smooth and wet.

"Oh!" she gasped, surprised, as she began kissing the inside of her thighs. "Ohh . . . I never—I mean, some of the guys, yeah, but—Oh!"

"Never had your pussy licked?" he asked, teasing her slit with his fingers.

She giggled. "Not like this. Don't stop!"

He covered Nina's pussy with his mouth and pushed his tongue through her lips. She groaned loudly, and he felt one of her legs kick forward. He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and clutched her ass.

"Ahhh!" she shrieked. "Sorry. It's just—yeah, yeah, yes!" She clamped her mouth shut and pounded a fist on the desk. Sam swirled his tongue around her hot little pussy, flicking her clit, squeezing her ass cheeks.

Sam's cock was straining against his pants, but he wanted to give Nina at least one orgasm before he fucked her. He could feel her trembling all over, and her pussy was soaking his face. He leaned back for air, and stroked her pussy up and down while he looked up at Nina's face.

Her eyes were closed, her face red, and her breasts bobbed up and down with each breath as she gasped. "Oh, man, Mr. Wilmer . . .."

"Call me Sam." He moved forward again, licking her slit and once again probing inside Nina with his tongue.

"Sam . . . Sammm . . . ohhhh." Her ass jiggled on the desk. "I thought—thought—I didn't think—yeah! Yesss," she hissed. Sam felt her hand on his neck, pressing him closer.

"Yes!" Nina screamed, pounding the desk again. Sam was glad the door was locked and everyone else was gone. She bent forward, digging her fingers into his shoulder as she came. "Yeahhh . . . ohh . . . oh, that was good." She sat up, smiling. "I almost never cum that fast. I mean, it probably seemed like a long time for you, but—oh. Oh!"

Sam was pulling his track pants and briefs down, exposing his erect cock. He didn't know if it was long or short—he didn't compare, and none of his girlfriends or his ex-wife had ever complained—but Nina seemed impressed, and a little intimidated. He kicked his shoes off and stepped toward her, pulling her legs apart. He ran his hands up and down her thighs again, looking at Nina's breasts and then up into her eyes.

She nodded, and Sam leaned forward. She reached down, pulling on his cock, guiding it toward her slit, and then he was sliding inside her pussy. She gasped as he entered her. He grunted with satisfaction. For weeks he'd been watching them. He'd seen Nina take on two basketball players who'd pounded her from both directions, and wondered what it would be like to be there with them. He was going to enjoy this.

"Oh, fuck, Mr. Wilmer—I mean Sam, oh, fuck," she moaned, lying back. She reached up for his chest, tickling his skin with her fingers, and lifted her legs higher, letting him drive deeper. "All the way, yeah, fuck, that feel so good . . .."

He started slow, thrusting gently in and out of her, but after a moment she started pushing her hips up at him. "Harder," she whispered. "Harder."

Sam responded, feeling his penis swell inside her. Palms flat on the desk, he leaned into her and let himself relax, shoving faster. His balls started to swing back and forth as he slammed into Nina. She moaned some more. Licked her lips. Smiled up at him as he rammed harder, faster, deeper, groaning himself with the pleasure heating up his body.

"Is it good, Sam?" she asked. "Am I—ohhh—good?"

"Great," he panted. "Just great. Yeah. Are you—are you . . .?"

"Loving it," she said. "Just loving this. Can you—uhh—yeah—harder?"

He wasn't sure he could get much more speed, but he tried, and Nina cried out as he plunged in and out of her. She played with one of her tits, squeezing the nipple, as her other boob bounced up and down with each thrust of his cock.

Sam closed his eyes. He didn't want to cum so soon, but he couldn't control the sensations flooding through his prick. "I'm cumming, Nina, I'm cumming--"

"Good, good, me too again, me too—oh, yeah!"

He reared up, clutching Nina's waist, and felt his cock let loose, pumping his sperm into her as Nina's body shook and spasmed. "Oh, oh, yeah," he breathed, his heart thudding.

"Oh, yeah," Nina agreed. "I never came twice that fast before." She wiped a trail of drool from her lips. "I never—well, there was a friend of my Dad's, but that was just a blowjob, so I guess it doesn't count."

Sam laughed, his cock still pulsing. "I haven't fucked a cheerleader in her skit since I was in college."

"As good as you remember?"

He leaned forward and kissed her. Funny, he realized, he was kissing her for the first time. "Better."

"Me too." She craned her face to look at the clock on his wall. "Shit. I've got to get home for dinner."

He pulled out, dripping on the desk. He'd have to clean that before tomorrow. He reached down to pick up Nina's sweater and bra. "Will I—see you again?"

"Of course. Same time tomorrow?"

He grinned. "I'll be here."