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Footballing The Girls
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Coach Porter agrees to let the cheerleaders play a 
powder-puff game during homecoming halftime, against 
his better judgment. When Tiffany, his center, wants 
some "special" practice, things go from bad to much, 
much better. And you always need a backup for each 
position... right? (M/f-teen, reluc, 1st, preg)

***

Coach Bob Porter was a science teacher at Fielding High 
School, home of the Fighting Pirates. He was also the 
coach of those fighting pirates, and he'd done a pretty 
good job of building up a credible team. Things had 
been going pretty well in the two years he'd been at 
Fielding. But now he sighed as he thought about what 
he'd agreed to. A bunch of the cheerleader's mothers 
had come to him all excited about having a powder puff 
football game during half time at the homecoming game. 
And he'd agreed.

As he thought about it, the reason he probably agreed 
was that it was Megan Miller's mother who pressed the 
idea. She was a tall blond woman with a huge set of 
knockers that she didn't mind showing off at all. She'd 
gotten into his personal space, with those beautiful 
breasts only an inch from his chest, with cleavage down 
to about her navel and he sort of lost track of what 
she was talking about. She smelled awful good too. The 
other two women with her were also stacked like brick 
shithouses and suddenly he found himself saying that it 
was a great idea.

Then, of course, because he was the coach, it was 
assumed that he'd coach the girls and make the whole 
event something that would become a tradition. All 
those giggling women and their jiggling flesh, pressing 
up against him, touching his arm, his shoulder ... 

Well, what could you expect? Bob was only thirty, which 
was younger than some of those women, but when you 
spent every spare waking hour trying to build a winning 
team, there wasn't much time left for what women liked 
to call 'relationships' nowadays. To say nothing of 
sex. He hadn't been laid in almost two years. So it was 
understandable that he was a little vulnerable in the 
good-looking-women-who-gush-all-over-you-and-want-a-
favor syndrome.

Then, after the regular practice was over, and all the 
boys had hit the showers, he walked back out on the 
field to see a line of teenaged girls, asses high in 
the air, trying to do a three point stance. Their 
precious young boobies were hanging down and jiggling 
like their mother's tits as they all yelled, "HUT! ... 
HUT! ... HUT!"

Bob felt his penis start to stiffen and sighed. It was 
going to be a long three weeks until the game.

He blew his whistle and called the cheerleaders in to a 
huddle. They ran, laughing and jumping to crash into 
each other and him as they aped the boys' classic arms 
on shoulders huddle. They were gorgeous and they all 
knew it. Tiffany Walcot was right next to him in the 
huddle and was pressing her body against his. 

That didn't help his rising dick, since every time he 
saw her he remembered catching her and his star 
quarterback in the shower room after they thought 
everybody had left. He'd heard the water running and 
thought somebody left a shower on, but when he walked 
in there was Ted Hoskins, stark naked, with his 
youthful boner firmly planted in Tiff's puffed out 
shaved pussy. She was equally naked and he had her 
pinned to the wall. He was grunting and thrusting as 
the coach entered the room and said "What the hell?"

Both kids had looked over at him with astonishment on 
their faces. Ted had jumped back, which removed his 
amazingly stiff penis from Tiffany. That penis had been 
in the process of spurting sperm up in Tiffany's sweet 
little pussy and it now fired off rounds randomly as he 
backpedaled away from the girl. 

Tiffany, for her part, covered her breasts with her 
arms, but stood there spread legged as thick, white, 
quarterback cum spilled out of her cunt. Looking at her 
naked, Bob had understood immediately why Ted had been 
playing so hard lately.

Of course they'd begged him not to tell, and claimed it 
was the first time, and they just got carried away and 
on and on. His own teenage years not so far behind him 
had tipped the scales in their favor. He'd meant to 
find out if she was on the pill, but had forgotten as 
she plead her case, still naked.

And now, here she was next to him, saying she wanted to 
be the center for the squad. She acted like nothing had 
ever happened and he tried to. But he'd beaten off at 
least a hundred times with that memory bright in his 
closed eyes. Of course he'd made sure that Ted got 
PLENTY of exercise on the practice field after that. He 
wanted that boy so tired he wouldn't even THINK of 
pussy.

He quieted the girls down and began making assignments. 
They were going to play the faculty in the game, and 
they wanted to win in the worst possible way, so they 
all agreed to come to practices faithfully, and learn 
the plays they'd use and all the stuff he put out there 
to weed out the ones who might want a reason to drop 
out. But none did. 

The only position he didn't have filled was 
quarterback. He needed to see the girls play first. If 
one of them had any talent, then she'd be reassigned to 
that position. Who cared, really? It was only going to 
be a twenty minute game, with ho time outs.

And so it was that Bob decided to run them through the 
first few plays as their quarterback. The girls, of 
course, were still dressed in their cheerleader 
outfits, which consisted of spandex uppers, with short 
skirts that fell over what were, for all intents and 
purposes, panties. 

True, they were made of more spandex, and they were 
made to be seen occasionally as the girls twirled and 
jumped. But they were really just panties. White socks 
and saddle oxfords completed the outfit. They couldn't 
run well in them, but for the first practice it would 
be OK. They were only going to do walk-throughs of some 
of the plays.

He got them lined up on the ball and showed Tiffany how 
to grab the ball and snap it. "Just slam it into my 
hand." he said. They all got down into their three 
point stances, asses high again. Bob looked left and 
right, out of habit and then approached his center. 
Without thinking he flipped up the towel that was 
hanging down behind the center. 

Except it wasn't a towel. It was Tiffany's skirt.

"COACH PORTER!" she squealed and stood up, turning 
around.

"Oh .. um sorry" he mumbled. He explained about the 
towel. She remembered seeing her boyfriend do the same 
thing and laughed. "It's OK, coach. It's no big deal." 
She got back down and waved her ass at him. "Ready 
coach" she yelled.

He re-approached her butt and, since the skirt was in 
his way and she had said it was OK, he flipped it up 
again. Several of the girls giggled. He got flustered 
and, without thinking again, slapped his hand up 
between his center's legs. He was used to hitting an 
athlete's hard ass covered by tightly stretched uniform 
pants. What his hand plowed into instead was soft 
pussy.

"EEK!" squealed Tiffany again, but she didn't stand up. 
She did flex her knees a little, pressing down onto his 
hand. He had enough sense of presence to yell the 
numbers and she slapped the ball in his hand with all 
the force of a trained center. The girls all stood up. 
Two ran forward. The guards looked around. His backs 
just stood there. The two who ran forward started 
jumping all over the field, yelling that they were 
open. He sighed. It was supposed to be a running play. 

Tiffany ran up to him. "Um... coach? Where you touched 
me?"

'Oh shit, here it comes,' he thought to himself.

"I understand that that's where I should put the ball 
when I hike it, right?" 

He sighed with relief. Yes, it was going to be a long 
three weeks.

The next play, Tiffany bent over and waved her butt at 
him again, from side to side. This time he put his hand 
between her legs, but didn't touch her. She hiked the 
ball into his hand so hard, though, that she drove the 
back of his hand into her pussy. And she pushed down on 
his hand at the same time. When the play was over she 
came up to him. "Coach, If you don't touch me I can't 
feel where your hand is. I might not hike it right. So 
don't worry about... things. OK?"

The next play, when he looked right, Suzie Thurman was 
offsides and he had to yell at her to back up. In the 
process he forgot about Tiffany's pussy and when he 
planted his left hand he once again smacked her soft 
puss. This time she didn't make a sound. She just waved 
her ass while his hand was stuck between her legs. 

"If I didn't know better," he thought to himself, "I'd 
swear she's trying to rub her pussy on my hand!" Again, 
she slammed the ball into his hand just as well as any 
college bound senior could have. He thought, errantly 
as he threw the ball to Nicole Adams, that if he'd 
jerked his hand out she'd have bruised that puffy 
little pussy of hers with that ball.

He blew the whistle, calling it a day and the girls all 
ran off the field hooting and hollering, some of them 
doing cartwheels and flips. Cheerleaders! They were 
cursed with endless energy and perkiness! He walked off 
the field thinking that soccer shoes might give them 
the traction they'd need for the game. What to do about 
uniforms, though. That was the question. 

Estelle Thurman, Suzie's mother, came to see him at 
school the next morning. She was a short athletic woman 
who wore her auburn hair in a pony tail. She was in 
good shape and had an ass to die for. She sheathed that 
ass in tight pants, like the ones she was wearing 
today. She pulled what might pass for a football jersey 
out of her bag and held it up for him to see. 

It was in the school colors of purple and orange and, 
in big letters across the back were the words "PORTER'S 
PIRETTES". "Get it?" she gushed. "Pirates... Pirettes? 
Isn't it just so COOL?" On the shoulders were the 
numbers 1/7. "See, we decided to use fractions, instead 
of regular numbers. Aren't they just DARLING?" 

"I don't understand" said Bob slowly. 

"They're for the GIRLS!" cooed Estelle. "The mothers 
all got together and had them made! See? They can just 
drop them over their cheerleader uniforms. That way 
they won't have to change clothes. We can start the 
game as soon as the field is cleared for half time." 
She turned the jersey this way and that, admiring it.

"PORTER'S pirates?" he said. "Why PORTER'S?"

"No, PI-RETTES. You know, like Rock-ettes. It's a play 
on words... that they're girls?" 

"I understand that part, Mrs. Thurman. Why did you use 
MY name?"

"Oh!" she laughed. "They're YOUR team, coach Porter. I 
mean you're training them, right? And they're running 
YOUR plays, right? YOU are their coach. Besides, all 
the girls talk about how great a coach you are, and how 
you're their favorite teacher and all that. "We spoke 
to the administration, and they've agreed to let you be 
the quarterback for the game. I mean, it wouldn't be 
fair to expect one of the girls to try to learn that 
much before the game, right?" 

He thought about it. It wouldn't do any good to 
complain. And they'd already had the damn things made 
up. This was getting worse and worse. Then he had an 
idea. Her held up the jersey. They'd designed it so it 
could be worn over the normal cheerleading outfit. That 
meant the girls would be wearing their cheerleading 
skirts during the game. 

He pointed that out and cautioned that, since it was 
going to be a flag football game, that someone grabbing 
for a flapping flag might accidentally grab skirt 
instead, and that it could be embarrassing. 

His hopes were dashed when Estelle said she didn't 
think anything like that would happen, and besides, it 
was all for fun and only a short game. 

That evening, when the girls gathered f or practice and 
he flipped up Tiffany's skirt, she was wearing plain 
cotton bikini panties, instead of her cheerleading 
panties. He stood there, staring. 

She bent over further, looking up at him from between 
her legs. "The others needed to be washed, coach. Don't 
worry about it." 

Now when he planted his hand in her crotch, he felt the 
spring of flesh being compressed and bouncing back out. 
He remembered how pouty her pussy lips had looked in 
the shower, sticking out, gaping open, and dripping 
sperm. Suddenly Coach Porter had a raging hard-on. 

He called running plays so he could stay bent over. He 
ran them through four plays before admitting to himself 
that if he mashed his hand against Tiffany's almost 
naked pussy again he'd blow in his shorts. He blew the 
whistle. "Hit the showers!" he yelled. As he entered 
his office he heard the showers running. All those 
bouncy naked teenage girls in there, wet... slick... 
naked...

He closed the door to his office. It had white rippled 
glass in it that you couldn't see through. He had to 
relieve the pressure. He slid his shorts down to his 
thighs and his erection popped out. He grabbed it and 
began jerking. It didn't take long. He felt it coming. 
He looked down at the tip of his cock to watch as his 
streams of cum shot out. His other hand held a tissue. 
He felt the first shot streak through his cock and 
groaned.

The door opened. Tiffany Walcot stood there, eyes wide, 
mouth in an 'o'.

His head jerked up and his prick fired. It missed the 
tissue and arced up, heading straight for Tiffany. It 
didn't quite make it to her, though, and plopped wetly 
on the floor at her feet. 

Bob had never actually experienced 'coitus interruptus' 
before. It was odd ... and a little painful. First, his 
prick wilted almost instantly. But since it was in the 
middle of shooting, the rest of him kept trying to 
expel the rest of his load. It sort of backed up in the 
system and his now soft penis began to drool long 
stringy drips of milky semen. He stuffed his leaking 
cock back into his shorts as he jerked them up. "SHIT!" 
he said vehemently.

"Wow" Tiffany spoke. "I mean WOW, coach! I didn't know 
grownups did that! And you're a TEACHER too! I SURE 
didn't think TEACHERS did that. WOW!!!"

"OK, OK" he moaned. "I guess we're even." There was 
sperm on his hand. He wiped it surreptitiously on his 
shorts. "I never said anything when I caught you and 
Ted... well... I mean I never said anything. Can I 
depend on you to do the same thing?"

She grinned slyly. "Gee, I dunno, coach. That was 
pretty hot. I might want to tell the girls about it at 
a slumber party or something." She stuck out one foot 
and dragged the toe of her shoe through the puddle of 
his cum on the floor in front of her.

Bob scrambled to get a towel and wiped up the evidence 
of his activity. "Come on Tiff" he moaned. "You didn't 
even knock. I'd get fired for sure." He tucked his 
penis back in his shorts.

She stopped smiling. "Well, we DON'T want that. That's 
for sure. OK, coach, tell you what. If you'll work with 
me one on one for this center thing, I'll keep it to 
myself."

"What do you mean 'work with you'?" he said carefully.

"Well, Suzie's mom told us you're going to be the 
quarterback in the game, and we want to beat the 
administration BAD! And so I don't want to mess up and 
snap the ball wrong or anything. So I want to practice 
snapping the ball. With you."


It sounded so normal. What could go wrong? "OK" he 
said. She squealed and jumped up and down. Her ample 
breasts bounced nicely. If he hadn't just shot his wad 
he'd have wanted to right then.

Tiffany turned around and bent over, wagging her ass at 
him. She looked over her shoulder. "So coach? What were 
you doing when I came in?"

Bob looked around for a ball. "You know what I was 
doing," he said.

"Yeah, I know WHAT you were doing, but WHY were you 
doing it just then? I mean, right after practice and 
all."

"I don't want to talk about it," growled Bob as he 
spotted a ball and dug it out. He approached Tiffany's 
waving ass. One of her hands came through her legs and 
he handed her the ball. She set it down. "OK, Coach," 
he heard her say. He flipped up her skirt. There were 
those damn cotton panties again. What the hell! He 
slapped his hand up against her pussy. 

She was wet. Her panties were wet. She'd just seen him 
shooting his spooge and her panties were wet! She 
snapped the ball and ground the back of his hand into 
her wet panties.

She made him do it four more times. Then, flushed and 
breathing hard, she smiled, reached up and kissed him 
on the cheek and said, "Thanks Coach. See you 
tomorrow," and bounced out of the office. 

This time he locked the door before he stroked himself 
to another mind blowing orgasm.

The next night the girls practiced hard. They'd studied 
the play book he'd made up for them and they knew the 
plays! He was almost distracted from Tiffany's pussy, 
which, again, was clad only in cotton. He noticed the 
girls looked at him a lot more too, almost like they 
were watching him to see what he would do. Practice 
went a whole 45 minutes, during which Tiffany's panties 
got wet again. On the way back in to the showers he had 
to put his hand in his pocket to dry it off!

As soon as the girls had cleared the showers Tiffany 
came to his office. "Ready coach?" she said. She had a 
ball with her. She turned around and bent over, 
sticking her butt high in the air. Bob sighed and 
approached her ass. He flipped her skirt up.

No panties. No nothing. Bare teenage pussy. Bob wasn't 
stupid. Well normally he wasn't stupid. He had two 
heads, though, and he started thinking with his little 
one. Instead of putting the back of his hand on her 
bare pussy, Bob slid a finger INTO her pussy.

"Hmmmmmmm," said Tiffany and she wiggled her butt. 
Bob's other hand was busy shoving his shorts down. He 
stepped out of them and, rampant with lust, he 
approached the center. "I'm going to teach you how to 
be a receiver" he growled. He plugged his dick into her 
slick slot. He grabbed her hips and pulled while he 
pushed. Instantly he was balls deep in the cheerleader. 

"Ohhhhhhh coach," she moaned. He slid out and then 
slammed back in. She grunted and wiggled her ass again. 
He reached around her, one hand sliding up into her 
top, to play with her breasts, and the other zeroing in 
on her clitty. He squeezed her nipples and thrummed her 
clitty while he slid his boner deep in her teen tunnel. 

She came, her pussy squeezing tightly on his prick. 
Knowing this girl allowed a boy to cum in her naked 
pussy, and hoping she was on something, Bob grunted and 
filled her quim with thick white coach sperm. She 
moaned that she could feel him shooting in her and she 
wiggled her ass, pushing back on his spouting rod.

He came so hard he ended up holding on to her to keep 
from falling backwards. As his prick dribbled the last 
of it's precious offering into her pussy he hunched 
over her, hugging her tightly.

Finally they stood up. Tiffany turned in his arms and 
sought his lips with hers. It was a long, deep kiss. 
She stared in his eyes. "I liked that coach," she said. 
"I think I'm going to like football a lot."

The next night, when Tiffany came to get 'special 
help', Megan Miller was with her. Tiffany just grinned 
when Megan said "Coach, we need to have a backup 
quarterback, in case Tiff gets sick, or hurt or 
something. So we talked about it, and I want to be that 
backup." She was pulling at her skirt when she said it, 
but he knew what she really wanted. 

Coach didn't even try to be coy about it. He locked the 
door and kissed Megan hard on the mouth. Inside of a 
minute and a half he was happily sucking on her cherry 
red nipples, which were so stiff they felt like they 
were made of rubber. 

In another minute and a half she was flat on her back, 
legs wide in the cheerleader splits, while his horny 
cock split her pussy lips and sank into her deep. He 
didn't even think about the possibility she might be a 
virgin. She had been, but she wasn't any more. By the 
time her "Ow!" made its way into his sex-fogged brain, 
Coach Porter's prick was buried in her snatch.

"Ohhhh shiit!" she moaned as he froze. She was tight 
and hot. 

He looked up at Tiffany, who was grinning widely. She 
was in the act of stripping off her own cheerleading 
outfit. When she was naked she got down on her hands 
and knees by Megan's head. "Wait must a minute Megan. I 
promise it will get lots better."

Bob slowly dragged his boner out of Megan's ravaged 
pussy and she sighed again. He knew he had to make this 
good for her, or there could be trouble. So he slid 
back in deep and rolled his hips in circles, to smash 
and massage her teen clitty. That worked wonders. 

Her head snapped up off the floor and she went, 
"Ohhhhhhhhh that's nice." 

He just kept going, realizing that his cock tip was 
poking regularly into her cervix at the same time his 
bone was smashing her clit. It only took a couple of 
minutes before she went off like a firecracker, 
squealing and groaning and yelling about how good it 
felt, and about how much she loved coach Porter and for 
him not to stop. And, to top off the whole thing he let 
himself wash out her pussy with his cum. He knew he was 
so hot there would be another load for Tiffany, so he 
packed Megan's virgin pussy full to overflowing with 
sperm. 

He didn't think about the fact that most girls lose 
their virginity on impulse, rather than planning the 
event. 

He didn't think about the fact that Megan could only 
have known about him and Tiffany for less than 24 
hours. 

He didn't think about the probability that there was no 
way in the world that Megan was on the pill. 

He just bred her like nature intended. 

Fifteen minutes later Megan got to do another thing for 
the first time in her life. She got to see two people 
having hot steamy sex for the first time. She watched 
in awe as Tiffany spread her legs for the coach and 
sighed happily as she got a proper reaming out by 
coach's renewed bone. 

She gasped as she saw how big that bone was, and how 
much it stretched out Tiffany's pussy. She couldn't 
believe that thing had been inside her. Then coach was 
gasping, and his balls were jumping as Megan watched 
him plant a pound of his seed in Tiffany's fertile 
garden.

Coach did a lot of special training from that night 
until the powder puff game. By the time the game 
actually got played, he had three backup centers. Every 
night one of them came to him for special practice and 
he doused her pussy with his spooge. 

He'd never had so much pussy and because of it he never 
thought things out. As a consequence, by the time 
Porter's Pirettes went out on the field to play at half 
time, three of them were pregnant with his babies. That 
the forth wasn't was because she was already pregnant 
with his star quartback's baby.

The bad news was that Bob Porter had to give up a nice 
job in a great little town and start a new life under a 
new name.

The good news was that his girls won the powder puff 
game - twelve - zip!

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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