Chapter 56: Cheerleaders
I had just ravished El’s pussy and her asshole. I had cum deep inside her rather than shooting my load on her face or boobs as she prefers. She had finished cleaning up my staff, licking and sucking it, like a mother cat. And I had watched Kevin’s foot-long hot dog disappear all the way into Kate’s massive cunt and her gaping asshole, pounding her for all he was worth. I was in heaven. As they were, no doubt.
We all gathered around the country kitchen table, sitting in our boxers and panties. Kate told El to bring the jug of wine over and some glasses. I’m not much of a wine drinker so I asked for beer. El dutifully brought refreshments to the table and we toasted to some wonderful fucking.
Kate spoke up. “Kevin, get the word out to the team. The funeral’s at noon tomorrow and I’ve arranged for a hospitality room with a bar and several suites throughout the hotel for afterwards. I’ll be busy with some family members for part of the time but I want you to make sure that the team is gathered in the bigger suite on the fifth floor. Have them there around 6ish, dinner time. I’ll be done with family by then and I’m gonna want some gangbang time with the guys. Got it, dipshit?” “Yes, ma’am. 6 o’clock, fifth floor.” “Okay, good. Now skedaddle. Off with you.”
After Kevin left, we sat in mutual silence as Kate started rolling joints in preparation for the gathering. I took one and fired it up, passing it to El. I was curious about her exploits with the team and the pot got me thinking.
“So, El, I gather that you and your mom keep the football team sexually satisfied?” “Well, it’s mostly me, Haley, and Addison. Mom pitches in once in a while but it’s mostly the three of us cheerleaders.” “So, like after every game you three pair off with the quarterback or what?”
El chuckled, kind of a lecherous laugh. “Mom, you didn’t tell me how old fashioned unk was” and laughed again. “It’s not like that at all, uncle. First of all, it involves almost the entire team. We’re out in the country in a smaller school so our team only has 25 guys playing. Starting on game day, Friday, the other two girls and I hook up with the team after school before the game. We usually chip in for a motel room and take turns. One of us will host for a while, then the next and so on until the whole team has been satisfied. Since we’ve already rented the room, we do it all again after the game. Fridays are fun.
During the week, we can’t afford motel rooms so between the three of us, or sometimes even the guys, will help find a suitable house or even a barn, like ours. We usually meet after practice on Mondays and Wednesdays. And if they win on Friday, we have a bonus round on Sunday.”
“Holy cow, El. That’s a lot of sex happening. If my math still works, each of you is fucking, like 8 guys, three days a week. And twice on Friday. Boggles my mind.” “That’s about right although we all have our own side pieces, so it’s really more. Of the 25 guys, usually only about 20 of them show up. There have been times when Haley and Addison couldn’t make it, so I’ve had to service them all by myself. It’s a lot of work and my holes get raw. But, shit. It sure is fun.”
“So, you’ve had twenty guys line up and fuck you, one after the other? Is that what I’m hearing?” “It’s not quite like that but close. Usually there will be two guys, sometimes three at once. The others just stand around and stroke themselves or play video games while they wait. Other times, and these are my favorites, I’ll get the guys to line up while I sit against the wall, like I showed you. They’ll take turns fucking my mouth, one after another. But I make them cum on my body, not inside me. My lips get numb but I get bathed in cum. Quarts of it, all over. They try to get creative as to where they shoot their load. They laugh and joke and brag to each other about their skills. I’ve had cum shot in my ears, up my nose, in my armpits. You name it, I’ve had it there.”
I was dumbfounded. My little niece was truly a skanky cum bucket, and proud of it. “And you, Kate. El says that you help out sometimes?” “Oh, yeah. Not on a regular basis like El, Haley and Addison. About once a month or so I’ll show up and show the young studs what a real pussy is like. I’ve heard that when they hear that I’ll be involved, participation is uniform, no pun intended.” She laughed at her own meager joke.
“The team seems to like my classic cunt and my stamina. There are no absentee jocks when I’m involved. I usually go for the Sunday after a win meeting. We have all of Sunday afternoon, hours, and hours to let them gangbang me. I’m not as flexible as I used to be but I love taking them on, one at a time, twenty in a row. Like El said, my privates get kind of numb. Especially my pussy and my mouth. My ass takes it all just fine. And only some of the guys pull out and shower me with their cum. Most unload inside my pussy or my ass. Takes a day or two for it to all drain out.”
“Jesus. Maybe I should sell the boat and move out here. Haley, Addison, El, you Kate. Constant fuckfest.” El piped up “Oh, there’s more than just Haley and Addison. They’re just the ones who help service the football team, being cheerleaders and all. Of the 4 or 5 hundred students, half are female. That’s over two hundred girls. I know them all and at least 80%, maybe 90% of them fuck like bunnies. You know, I could introduce you to some if you want. School’s out for the day so all it takes is a text.”
Within a half hour, a pickup truck came down the dusty two-track to the farmhouse. Loud music was playing and there were three teens in the cab and four or five in the back. They all piled out of the pickup as El ran outside. The greeting was typical teenage girl stuff: lots of shrieking, laughing, hugs and ‘air kisses,’ excited talk, everyone talking at once. Suddenly it got quiet outside and, peering through the window, I saw the group huddled around El, like a football team calling the next play. They were all hanging on El’s every word and she’d occasionally gesture toward the house. When she was finished, they all began to squeal and jump up and down, clapping their hands, obviously excited with whatever El had told them.
Kate suggested that I go out and get introduced. “You might want to go out and introduce yourself. I know these girls and they’ll probably haul you off to the barn. They’re country girls, remember?”
So, I popped a fresh beer and sauntered outside. There were seven girls, eight with El, and they fell silent as I approached, all eyes on me. Finally, El said “Everyone … this is my uncle, Uncle Sailor. He lives on a boat and is just visiting for the funeral. Sailor, this is, uhh, well … everyone!” “Hello, ladies. Pleased to meet you.”
They all came closer and started peppering me with teenage questions. “Can I have some of your beer?” ‘What’s it like living on a boat? I mean, like, can you get Snapchat, Twitter, Twitch, TikTok? I couldn’t live without those.” “Me neither. Can you have sex on your boat? I mean, how big is it?” “I’m guessing 8 inches!” They all squealed with laughter at this joke.
Trying to appear cool and sophisticated to these teens, I responded “Well, as they say: it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean.” They all roared with laughter and again began talking amongst themselves excitedly. Lots of chit-chat and girl talk happening. I nodded to El to step away with me so we could confer.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now, El? I mean, at my age, I’m hardly able to take care of seven hotties. I need some advice.” “No worries, unk. Just go with the flow. Knowing this group, they’ll probably lead you back to the barn and take turns. I’m guessing no more than two at a time. The others will be on their phones or talking about makeup, clothes or the new guy at school who just transferred in.”
I needed a bracer for this. I bolted into the house and grabbed a 12 pack of beer. On my way back outside I snatched a couple of Kate’s joints all laid out on the table. “Have fun, slugger!” Kate called out as I hurried back outside.
The girls all ran up to meet me. They attacked the 12 pack, passing them around. “Hold on there, ladies. Save some for me!” They giggled and two buxom beauties slipped their arms through mine and started leading me around the house toward the barn. I could hear the others behind us plotting. “Okay, Pam and Debbie will go first. Then Bonny, Susan, and Gail….” Their voices trailed off as we got to the barn.
Much to my surprise, there was one large ‘room’ inside the barn door to the left that was clean and tidy. I had expected hay everywhere, cow shit, pitchforks, shovels, stench. The back of the barn was typical ‘barn’ but this first room had been turned into a rec room of sorts. It dawned on me that this was where the football team fucked the three cheerleaders silly. The room was outfitted with a few small tables and chairs, a fridge, even a sink and counter. One corner was taken up by a huge sectional sofa, giving plenty of room for sitting or fucking or both. Everything was upholstered in easy clean coverings.
I stopped inside the entrance to this pleasure palace, taking it all in. I guzzled the last of my beer, fired up a joint, then looked around for the rest of the 12 pack. The cutest little cunt, long blonde hair, Daisy Dukes, tight top showing midriff was clutching it. I stepped over to her. “I’ll trade you some time with my cock for a beer.” She had a very pretty face but it twisted into a puzzled look. “You mean that I can have some time with your cock if I give you back your beer? I don’t get it.” Oh, boy. Pretty house but no one home. I just took a beer from the carton, winked at her, and said “Let me know when you’re ready.”
I pounded the beer as three of the girls guided me toward the sectional. One was working on my belt while the other two were pushing me and trying to get my shirt over my head. When they got me to the couch, they twirled me around and pushed me back onto the sectional. One grabbed my shorts and ripped them off. The other dispensed with my boxers. Then the fun began.