Cheerleading practice
Chapter 3: cheerleading practice
The Northridge cheer team sat on the bleachers in the field house of Northridge High after school, waiting for practice to start. The girls had all changed into their uniforms; short pleated skirts and tight fitting crop tops that showed off their mid-drifts, all in the school colors of white and gold. They chatted quietly to one another as they waited, all listening to the loud sounds of wet, slapping flesh and unabashed groans and moans echoing through the field house from the office of head coach Childes, right next to the bleachers where they waited.
"What's the hold up?" Rachel Morris, an 11th grade white mink and cheerleading captain at Northridge was the last to arrive from the locker rooms, adjusting her skirt as she closed the door behind her. Cassandra, a lithe and athletic african zebra, jerked her head towards Coach Childes' office door.
"Mrs. McBride and Coach Childes are having a meeting." The junior girl explained casually. Rachel frowned and joined her friends on the bleachers, setting her pom-poms down on the floor beside her.
"Yeah, I hear them now. How long have they been working?"
"About 5 minutes already." Cassandra explained, leaning back against the legs of Sarah Wit, another junior girl. Sarah wasted no time as she began to braid her friend's long black mane.
"Mrs. McBride said she had a few things to discuss with the Coach before practice, and that we should all wait out here for her." Giggled one of the other girls. A freshman, only about 14 years old, she blushed slightly under her fur as they cheer teamed listed to a particularly loud shriek of pleasure from their cheer coach, followed by a loud, heavy slam like wooden furniture banging into a wall. Despite the thick heavy wooden door fitted on the coach's office, it did almost nothing to dampen the sounds of the raw, rough fucking their cheerleading coach was getting.
The girls giggled and chatted about it, but in the end really paid it no mind. It was a common occurrence here at Northridge, and one they had all encountered on many occasions before. As she waited for their coach to rejoin them and begin practice, Rachel took out her phone and began scrolling through Instaslam, a photo social media app that let its users share photos of their lives.
Meanwhile, mere feet away from the listening and waiting cheerleaders, Lyla McBride, the 47 year old Northridge P.E. teacher and after school cheerleading and swim coach, was bent over the desk of head Coach Childes, taking the 300 pound brown bear's cock up her ass.
Lyla gritted her teeth and bit back a snarl of mixed pain and pleasure. Drool dripped down the german shepherd's chin, and pooled on the desk in front of her. Her large, bare tits pressed roughly into the cold faux-wood surface, and her yoga pants and underwear pulled down around her ankles, and tail hiked up high and to one side.
Coach Childes bore down on her from behind, the big bear's stomach resting heavily on the cheer coach's back. Heavy, strong hands dug into her tight, muscular hips as Coach Childes humped his hard, thick cock into her tight asshole.
Well, not so tight anymore. The head coach of Northridge High had been stuffing Mrs McBrides ass full of bear meat every afternoon for the better part of a year now. When Lyla had first been hired on at Northridge and Coach Childes had been introduced as the head of the P.E. department at the high school, she was told by Principal Gould that her job would be to follow Childes' instructions to the letter. And that is exactly what she had done. When the coach said bend over, Mrs McBride had her pants down around her thighs almost before he finished the words.
Coach Childes slapped her ass, grunting in satisfaction as her round rear end rippled from the impact of his big, meaty hand. Lyla yipped in surprise, hanging her head down between her arms, tongue lolling from her mouth as she watched her hanging tits swing in rhythm with the rough pounding she was receiving from behind.
"You know," Childes said, his voice out of breath and husky. "You would think it was a myth that dogs like it doggystyle. Seems just a bit too convenient. But you, Mrs McBride, just prove every stereotype in the book! Dogs taking it from behind, cheerleaders taking it in the rear. You are a class act."
"What can I say, I'm a simple woman coach," Lyla whimpered as Childes hilted her roughly. His cock wasn't particularly long, but it was thick, like a soda can almost. Thank god she convinced the coach to lube up early on. Rumor had it that the big bear liked to take his ass raw and tight. Said it made it feel better, and Lyla had seen more than one student, male and female, walking with a limp after a visit to Coach Childes. Luckily, she had a bit of leverage with him. 'Professional curtesy', he called it.
"You're getting a bit loose back here," Childes commented gruffly, pressing his hips tight to her ass and grinding into her. Lyla groaned, the sound echoing off the concrete walls of the coach's office. She was sure her cheer squad could here her, but she hardly minded.
"Well..." Lyla panted, her face flush, "Thats what happens when you take a bear in your butt every day for 5 months." Childes grunted in begrudging agreement.
"I suppose. Maybe I give you a few weeks off then? To tighten up back there." Lyla didn't answer. She pressed her forehead to the desk, eyes rolling in her head as the coach fucked her senseless. He hips slammed painfully into the hard edge of the desk, but she barely noticed. Childes slapped her ass once more, making her yip in surprise as he growled and slammed into her once more, his heavy balls slapping audibly on her soaking wet, swollen pussy lips.
"Tighten up that ass, Mrs. McBride," The coach ordered, and she did her best to comply, though her asshole was so stretched and used that she hardly had any control over it any longer. Still, it seemed to be enough, and Coach Childes groaned appreciatively.
"Get ready for it slut, here it comes!" The bear roared, the sound echoing through the office. "Gonna fill up that ass of yours!" With a roar, Childes hilted Lyla once more, his balls tightening up and pulling in close to his body as he sprayed his thick, hot load deep into the assistant coach's ass. Lyla whimpered, like a dog in heat, as her rear end was filled with hot bear cum.
When he was fully drained, Coach Childes pulled his now soft cock from Lyla's ass with a wet pop. Cum leaved from the ruined hole, dripping down Lyla's thighs and pussy lips, pooling in her underwear at her feet. The dog took a moment to catch her breath before straightening up again and doing her best to fix her sex mussed hair.
She didn't even bother to clean herself up, simply pulling up her pants and underwear, a dark wet spot growing between her legs and under her tail as cum leaked out of her ruined asshole. Childes chuckled.
"Maybe one of those sluts waiting on the bleachers can clean you up during practice," He suggested as he eased himself down into his chair, his spent, soft cock drooping over his thick and heavy ball sack. Lyla grinned and winked at the head coach.
"Maybe. But I also like just walking around with it on display. Badge of honor you know? You can always tell a cheerleader by her walk." Childes laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
"You are insane, you know that?" Lyla blew the coach a kiss as she pulled on her shirt and adjusted her bra, drawing another laugh from the bear.
"Well I suppose you better get to practice soon. But before you do, get me hard again." A mischievous grin flashed across Lyla's face. She made her way around the coach's desk before dropping to her knees and leaning in between his legs. Placing her hands on the coach's thighs, the assistant coach stuck out her tongue and gave a long, slow lick along the inside of the bear's thigh, drawing a contented sigh from the head coach.
Lyla moved in closer to the center, pressing her snout up under the bear's heavy ball sack and jostling it up and out of the way as her muzzle pressed in to his taint beneath. With long, wet licks, Lyla serviced the head coach, reveling in his grunts of approval as he leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying Mrs. McBride's attentions. The German Shepherd wedged her muzzle into the bear's ass cheeks, driving her long wet tongue in as deep as she could in search of her prize.
Coach Childes let out a surprised grunt as she found her mark, the tight, sweaty pucker of the bear's asshole. With long, wet licks, Lyla lapped at the coach's asshole, lost in his strong musky scent and equally overpowering taste. For a good long while, she rimmed his ass, drawing shuddering groans and pants from him as she wedged her tongue deeper and deeper past the rim of his pucker, until finally she was tongue fucking his ass, holding his legs apart with her arms and craning her neck to get into a good position.
With a wet slurp, Lyla sucked her tongue out of the coach's ass and dragged one last, long, wet kiss up his taint before taking first one, then both balls into her mouth. She sucked on the heavy nuts like they were candy treats, rolling them around on her tongue and up against the sides and roof of her mouth. Drool covered the coach's nuts, leaving a wet, sloppy coating over the short, musky fur. Sucking hard, Lyla pulled back, the coach's balls falling from her mouth with a loud pop as she moved to the now rock hard shaft of the coach, dragging her tongue up along the underside, all the way to the tip. She was just about to take the thick short bear beat in her mouth, when Childes stopped her.
"Hold up there, Mrs McBride. I know you're an eager little cock-whore, but you got a job to do with your girls out there. Besides, I want to save some of that flavor for my next visitor, eh?" Childes chuckled, patting Lyla on the head as she pouted in disappointment. Nevertheless, she dutifully rose to her feet, wiping her mouth and fixing her hair.
"As you wish coach. And which young lady would you like to see next?"
"What about your cheer captain, Ms Morris?" Childes asked, casually massaging his cock in his hand. "I would love to stuff her this afternoon." Lyla frowned and shook her head.
"I don't think I can afford to have her miss practice today, Aaron," She protested, using Childes' first name. "We have a football game this weekend, and a cheer meet the next. I need her in top condition." Childes frowned, trying and failing to hide his disappointment.
"Yes yes, of course. Makes perfect sense. Well what about one of your new girls? I saw you had a freshman who just joined. Maybe her? She can't be that vital, being so young." Lyla smiled, and nodded.
"Of course coach. I know just who you are talking about. I'll send her in right away. Just try to to ruin the poor girl, will you? She doesn't even have a boyfriend yet." The coach chuckled lightheartedly.
"I can't promise anything. May be after today her holes wont hold anything smaller than me. But I'll do my best. Send her in."
Rachel Morris and the rest of the cheer team sat out in the field house, waiting patiently for their practice to start. Well, perhaps not so patiently any more, Rachel thought, now that almost 20 minutes had passed and the rest of the girls were beginning to pace around the room, looking at their phones and making comments under their breath about the time.
"Do you think this means practice is going to run late?" Abby Walsh asked, sidling up anxiously to Rachel. Abby was the youngest member of the squad, having just joined, and was the only freshman on the team. The 14 year old was a badger, with a distinctive fur pattern of black and white stripes along her long face. While not as narrow-hipped and athletic as the other girls on the team, Abby had managed to secure her spot on the squad by defying expectations and shocking both Mrs McBride and Rachel with her wide range of flexibility and athletic endurance. Rachel had to admit also, the girl was pretty cute. She was curvy, which was not usually something that one would expect to see in a cheerleader, let alone one so long. Cheerleaders and gymnasts tended to have similar builds, with narrow hips and waists, and the only real difference being that cheerleaders tended to be quite a bit bustier that the average gymnast. Abby was all curves and rounded edges, but still light and small enough to easily maneuver around the field.
"I hope not," Rachel answered, shrugging. "But who knows I suppose. Why, do you have someplace you need to get after practice?" Abby shook her head, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Rachel felt bad. She hadn't intended to make the younger girl feel awkward. It had been a genuine question.
"N-no," Abby said, shuffling her feet. "I just told my mom to pick me up around 5 o'clock when practice ended, but if it's gonna go late..." Rachel nodded. She forgot sometimes that these younger kids couldn't drive yet.
"Ah, I get it. I wouldn't worry about it too much though. Practice hardly goes to 5 as it is, even on regular days. I bet we will be done in time for you to catch your ride." Abby's response was interrupted as Mrs McBride opened the door to Coach Childes' office and stepped out into the field house.
The older german shepherd woman looked a bit red in the face, her hair a disheveled mess, despite the fact that she had obviously tried to put herself back together and make herself more presentable after the rough and loud fucking she had so obviously just gotten. In the quick glimpse into Coach Childes' office that Rachel got as the door swung shut, she could easily see the large, husky bear lounging at his desk, feet propped up, jerking his thick cock openly. He caught Rachel's eye and winked, blowing her a kiss. Rachel felt a tingle go through her body, and her heart skip a beat. She was both repulsed and entranced by the head coach. There just seemed something so dirty about the way he obviously coveted her tight teen body, something so wrong about it, and the thought excited her.
A quick glance over Mrs McBride told Rachel she really hadn't put that much effort to making herself presentable again after her 'meeting'. In addition to her messy hair and flushed complexion, the assistant coach's yoga pants were soaked through at the crotch, and Rachel could clearly see where her pussy pressed against the thin, stretchy fabric. Chalky white cum stains splotched the black pants, and when she turned, Rachel could clearly see the cum leaking from her ass, staining her pants. Some of the girls giggled. Mrs. McBride winked at her squad and flashed them a big, teasing grin.
"Well now! Sorry I'm late ladies! Coach Childes had a hole in his schedule he needed filled. But no worries! we worked it out." The obvious sexual joke was met with peels of giggles, and even a sharp whistle from Cassandra, the zebra. Mrs McBride shushed the group was a giggle, and when there was quiet she continued.
"Now, we are going to get right to practice, but first, I was asked to do Coach Childes a little bit of a favor. Abby Walsh, are you here?" A chorus of hoots and whistles and giggles answered her as Abby stepped forward, her eyes wide and anxious, her face red at being put on the spot.
"Y-yes Mrs McBride?" The freshman stammered. Rachel felt bad for the girl, but at the same time, an excited, almost cruel joy surged through her at the idea of what might happen in that office, feet from the rest of the team.
"Ah, yes, there you are love. Coach Childes would like to see you this afternoon. I'm sure you will be done before practice, so when you are ready, just come back and join us. Off you go now." Abby began to make her way towards the office, her heart pounding in her chest as the other members of the cheer squad hooted and giggled at her passing.
"Make sure to relax that ass of yours," Cassandra laughed as she passed her, slapping the freshman on the rear. Abby jumped with the resonate slap. "Coach likes 'em tight, but you'll be sorry if you're too tense back there."
"Hope you got a good gag reflex!" Called a girl from the back of the group, followed by more laughter. Mrs McBride smiled warmly at Abby as she reached her, and pushed open the door for her.
"See you soon dear. And welcome to the team!"
Coach Childes was waiting for her as Abby shuffled anxiously into his office, absently tugging on her pleated cheer skirt. The freshman had Coach Childes for P.E., but beyond that really had not had much interaction with the large brown bear.
The coach was reclining in his office chair, feet propped up on his desk and grinning warmly and welcomingly at Abby as she stood in the doorway. The coach was stripped bare from the waist down, his short, thick cock standing erect between his legs as he slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft. He was still wearing his shirt, a collared button down jersey that had the word 'coach' monogramed on the right breast.
"You wanted to see me coach?" Abby said, trying to sound as confident as she could. The coach's smile widened and he sat forward a bit more in his chair.
"Yes, I did miss Walsh. Please, come in, and make yourself more comfortable." The bear beckoned the young girl closer, and she obliged quickly, shuffling up to the edge of the desk. She crossed her hands behind her back and smiled, trying to look as cute and innocent as possible. The coach eyed her obviously, up and down, gaze lingering long on her small, but full chest. He let out a soft grunt of approval. "So, Abby is it? Let me first start off by welcoming you to the cheer squad. Mrs McBride says you impressed everyone with your flexibility and attitude." Abby grinned with pride and nodded happily.
"Yes coach. I've done gymnastics since I was four, and I've always been very flexible. Joining the cheer squad just seemed to make sense." Coach Childes nodded in approval.
"So it would seem. So tell me, Abby, how are your other skills, hm?" It wasn't difficult to figure out what the coach was hinting it, sitting there, plain as day, jerking his cock in front of her. Abby felt her heart flutter, but it was more nerves than fear. She hadn't 'preformed' in this way before, so she really had no idea if she was any good. But, she supposed, it was as good a time as any to find you.
"How would you like me, coach?" Abby asked, keeping her voice even. She could see the pleasure on the coach's face at her words. He licked his lips and looked her up and down once more.
"Strip down," He ordered. "I want to see all of you. It's not often that a freshman makes the team. Its a rare treat for me." Abby didn't hesitate to do as she was told. First off was the crop top, which she flung unceremoniously to the floor in the corner. Her tits weren't huge, but they were sizable for a freshman, just barely into puberty. During the regular school day, Abby wore a bra, but her tits were of a size that it just didn't make sense to wear a sports bra during practice. They simply weren't large enough to bounce all over the place during maneuvers.
Next, she kicked off her pleated skirt, and her underwear, a pretty white and pink pair of panties, all lace and soft fabric. These joined her shirt in the corner, and Abby did a little, flashy twirl for the coach, who growled his pleasure.
"Very nice, miss Walsh. Haven't seen such a young, tight body like that since I coached middle school soccer. And let me tell you, those little sluts know how to handle a ball in middle school." Abby blushed at the vulgar joke, but felt her arousal stir. "Well, lets get on with it than, shall we? You know how to ride, don't you?"
"No coach. I've never..." The bear grinned, a big, toothy grin. He took his hand off his cock and patted his lap invitingly. Abby swung her legs up over his chair arms, holding onto his shoulder for support. Coach Childes reached around, grabbing her ass and kneading the flesh roughly, growling low in his throat.
"A virgin eh? Good. I like a tight ride. Just lower yourself down on me. Thats right, thats a good girl. Just sit on it, nice and easy." Abby gritted her teeth as she sat down on the coach's thick cock. He held her hips tight, forcing her down firmly, so even when she tried to slow the pace of the insertion, he drover her down deeper onto his meat. Finally, she felt a pop, as the coach took her virginity. Abby gasped in pain, eyes wide.
"Coach..." She whined "Coach, its too big. It hurts!" The bear chuckled, shifting around to get in a better position in his chair.
"Oh, believe me, I know. Don't worry though. Soon you'll be all stretched out and able to take any cock presented to you, just like a good little cheer leader. Now hold tight bitch..." And without any more ceremony, the coach began to buck his hips hard and rough upwards into her newly deflowered pussy. Abby cried out in pain as the older bear used her. She bounced like a rag doll in his lap, head jolting back and forth with the strength of his thrusts.
"Get your legs under you and bounce!" The coach ordered her, slapping her tight teen ass. Abby yelped and struggled to get her balance. Finally, she positioned herself with her feet on the coaches thighs, and began bouncing in his lap, gritting her teeth as she did. The coach leaned back and sighed, finally ceasing in his humping.
"Thats better," he praised her, patting her on her sore ass, "Thats how you ride a cock like a cheerleader! Keep at it, slut. Im gonna breed that teen pussy of yours today, and you're gonna love it!"
"Y-yes coach!" Abby said, bouncing obediently in his lap. His hard, thick cock fucked her mercilessly, but she had to admit, it stung a lot less the longer she rode it. Soon it barely hurt at all, it simply felt good. Abby began to moan, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding into Coach Childes as she hilted him, rising up almost to the tip, and slamming back down once more, spearing herself on his hard meat.
The coach groaned in pleasure beneath her, kneading his thick fingers into her tight ass, two digits finding their way up into her ass crack to poke at her tight, unused pucker.
"Next we will break this in here," The coach teased her, forcing first one, than two fingers in past her asshole. Abby squealed at the intrusion, and gyrated her hips hard into the coach as he fingered her ass, stretching it out with two fingers.
"Fuck. Im gonna cum. You ready for it bitch?"
"Y-yes coach! I'm ready for anything!" Abby replied, face flush as she fucker herself shamelessly. The coach snarled, grabbing her ass tight in two hands and slamming her down hard on his cock, hilting her. He roared out in primal fury as he emptied his balls into the tight you 14 year old freshman riding his lap. Abby cried, throwing her head back as she came too, her pussy gushing all over the coach's balls and thighs.
"Thats it bitch, bred like a true cheerleader. Get used to it, cause soon enough all the boys on the sports teams will be lining up for a turn at your tight little holes."
"Yes...yes coach..." Abby whimpered, slumping forward onto the bear, chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Coach Childes chuckled and slapped her ass again.
"Now now, none of that yet. We still have two more holes to break in. Get off my cock and get it hard again. Practice ain't over yet." Abby groaned, her legs and pussy aching. But she knew the coach was right. It was going to be a late practice after all.